Whispers

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I awoke at approximately 4:30 in the morning, my head pounding and my mouth dry as sand. It was now Saturday, July 13th. A week has passed since I heard the voice, my voice, forcing me awake every morning. 

This early morning was no exception. Every time I hear it, it would whisper a phrase I could never understand.

I smell cigarettes and bourbon on my breath and my fingers, and my left arm has gotten numb from cradling Mila's perfectly formed and textured, nude body next to mine. I met her last night at a club in downtown Calgary after I got of off work. I initially had no intention of going home with anyone. My sole intention was to unwind, grab a couple of wings and hard drinks before I would go home to my apartment. She sat next to me on a bar stool, and immediately I could smell her strong perfume. It was like a bouquet of roses and fresh flowers were set right next to me. I have never even smelled fresh flowers before but that was how I'd had described it. I turn around and gasped at the gorgeous spectacle that was Mila. Long story short, I had a pick-up line handy, she took it, we drank, laughed, smoked, fumbled our way into my apartment and then here we were, a couple of hours later. 

I stare at Mila for a couple of seconds, gazing at her exposed skin and her luscious lips. It was as if a Disney princess had stumbled upon my bedroom, her chest moving up and down with her breathing. She was beautiful, there was no other way I could describe it. 

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I quickly turn around to my side as I hear the whisper, the voice, once again. I check the bedroom door to see if it was open , but it was sealed shut. I search for my phone under the pillows but I realize I may have left it in the kitchen the night before. I tried turning my old bedside lamp on, but it merely flickered once and then shut off completely. I really have to change that bulb soon. 

My only source of light was a tiny ray of moonlight shining through the window, the curtain fluttering ever so slightly from the blowing of the heater beneath it. I turn around again and this time something felt amiss, that sensation I get when someone stares at me from afar. I stare intently on to the darkness next to me, when I notice something staring back at me. My heart skipped a beat, and I swallow what saliva I had in my oral cavities. It was green. Or should I say They were green? I wasn't so sure those were eyes at all returning the gaze. I was stuck in place, seated in a somewhat upright position. I nearly scream when I feel a twitch on my left hand, I turn around in a panic only to see that it was Mila adjusting herself in bed, her back now turned to me. I quickly return to the weird green thing I was just intently staring at. I blink a couple of times and squint to adjust my focus, and breath a sigh of great relief upon realizing it was only my digital clock on my cabinet. Not even eyes at all, just numbers. I chuckle to myself. 

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I hear it again coming from the windows. I swivel my body around, and as soon as I turn I see a black shadow with yellow, fierce eyes standing next to the bed, staring at me. I could feel my body slowly falling on to the mattress, on to the pillow as if it were magnet and I were metal. I could feel that my entire torso was now stiff and I could move only my eyes. The shadow floated and lingered on top of me and I swear I could hear it breathing, like a bear ready to devour meat. As I open my mouth to scream in terror, I feel the darkness of the shadow cover my eyes, my nose and my mouth, and I suddenly awake.