Second Voice
It wasn’t me in the dream — it was some girl, in her apartment.
She and her little brother were peeking through the peephole of the main door.
Outside, the front room wasn’t normal… it felt like something else.
There were police. A man being dragged away. He was covered in blood.
Suddenly, the power went out. The darkness was thick.
She tried to switch on the charging light.
Her brother whispered,
“That ghost kills mercilessly… it doesn’t have a reason. It just kills. For fun.”
She shivered and told him to shut up.
But he turned to her and said —
“Now you’re hearing my second voice… it’s in me.”
Next scene:
The parking area.
Her parents’ bodies were wrapped in white cloth. People gathered.
She and her brother sat crying.
Then he began scratching his neck.
Hard. Until blood came out.
She tried to stop him.
But he looked at her —
And started biting.
Tearing into her.
Eating her alive.
No one moved.
They all just watched.
And far away…
There I stood.
Frozen.
Unable to move.
Just watching.
