Their hold on me had long since loosened. A whisper within now the only vestige of their sway.
They are, no, we are…
I’d believed myself free of them. I let my savior believe the same. But a whisper soon turns into a scream.
For they, no, we are many.
Arden Ruth 
I really like the way this walks the line between horror and deeply sad. It’s such a creepily wonderful interpretation of the call coming from within the house.
Oh, I loved this. Classic reference. I liked the whisper changing to a scream as well; so evocative.
I missed the reference () but even without knowing, this gave me shivers. The creepiness grows slowly, which is the scariest kind of horror, IMO, and a neat trick to pull in a micro!
I like the psychological thriller vibes here!
I loved the two shorter lines. They on their own told me so much. I enjoy psychological horror, a lot.
Those two solitary lines were such a standout here, showing so completely the psychological toll on the main character. Well done!
Well. Thanks. Now I’m not going to sleep tonight. I avoid horror so it appears that some of the nuance was lost on me but it was delightfully scary. I’m not sure how you did so much with so few words.
Definitely creepy! I’m curious about that savior.
Nice blog