The Voice Of The ...
It had happened a lot.
The whispers,she meant. The whispers were quiet and calm,almost as much to be considered soothing.
They asked how she was doing,how her day at work had gone and mostly asked mundane questions. It was...nice,but incredibly odd.
And she knew she wasn’t crazy! Her dog often looked at her oddly after the voice sounded out,and it was the look of the dog’s confusion. So she wasn’t insane!
But... she never saw the voice’s owner as it spoke to her at any point. Or well,she hadn’t ever seen it’s face before today.
It was a cool spring afternoon,and she was lounging on her sofa,slipping in and out of sleep constantly. It was after a while that she actually woke up and she yawned,stretching as her bones popped. “Did you sleep well?” She heard the voice,but it sounded odd to her as she nodded,”Yes,I did,thank you.” she responded.
Looking at her dog,she saw how her dog growled at something behind her. Or someone...
Spinning on her heel,she had to look up to see the face of the voice.