Warning: This story has a paranormal plot. Reader’s discretion is advised.
She heard the disembodied voice calling her name. The question resurfaced Am I going insane?
The Sound of heavy breathing resonated amidst silence. A sigh escaped her lips and an echo returned with a distinctly familiar fragrance. The fragrance which she has breathed before- When? Where? She couldn’t recall. The pain in the voice reminded her of someone- just like the scar reminds of the wound.
The voice haunted her in her solitude, it followed her like a shadow. Often at midnight, she woke up by the whispering of the voice. Often she heard breathing noises just near her ears when she was around people as if to remind her of its existence. Who was it? Maybe a departed soul wanted to send across a message?
On the rare occasions when she met friends and laughed the voice in her ears became brittle- almost on the verge of crying. Neither anyone heard the voice nor they noticed her goosebumps.
Till one day… it all stopped. All the time she had prayed for it to stop and finally it did. The disembodied voice was gone. It became so quiet that she could hear her blood rushing through the veins. She wanted to rejoice yet she was scared. What if it comes back?
A couple of hours later, getting accustomed to the silence, she filled the bathtub with hot water. While happily humming, she took a scrub and rubbed on her face. The mist started to rise. She splashed water on her face, and when she looked up she saw a handprint on the fogged mirror. Without giving much thought, she wiped it clean. Long warm bath soothed her senses.
As she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw the walls smeared with bloody handprints.
The house filled with a scream. The disembodied voice had become her voice.
(c) 2018 Priya U Bajpai