I hear a low, gently voice whisper my name. And then the voice changes to a loud shout. Over and over again I hear my name being said. Where’s it coming from? Behind the door? Behind the windows? It must be coming from outside.

I hear my name again, only this time it’s followed by a soft caress along the walls in my head.

The threatening voice isn’t coming from outside, no. It’s coming from inside. Inside my mind.