The Whisper
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Category : Stories
Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery
All I could hear was a buzzing noise, almost in a sharp painful tone. At first it sounded like a bee, barely noticeable, but then it started to get louder. You know that buzzing noise that a mosquito makes when it's right up to your ear? It's loud isn't it? It drowns out all of the outside noise. That's what I could hear, actually that's all I could hear. Suddenly the world around me seemed to stop, or at least slowed down to maximum speed. "Hello....Hello!" My friend screeched at me. Of course I couldn't hear it, all i could hear and see was mumbles from a blur. "STOP!" I screamed as Becky started to violently shake me. As soon as she did that I suddenly woke up from my daze. "Brian you looked like you were in some kind of trance, sorry for 'waking you up'". After Becky said that she made a noise that sounded like any girls cute little giggle."You looked so stupid" then she started to laugh. "Cut it out Becky" I said. A few hours later I precided to walk home. All me and Becky did was work on home work and talk. She never talked about the 'trance' I was in because she knew I'd get mad. All of a sudden I could tell what was going to happen. It was like my brain was giving me signals. The buzzing started to happen. It hurt even worse this time. I once had a friend tell me that when you here a buzzing noise it meant some one was talking about you. I knew that probably wasn't true and just a head ache plus now thinking about it I am not much of a gossiper. I tried to hurry home to lay down, and try to reduce the headache but something was holding me back. It was almost like someone was trying to talk to me but it was so fuzzy and hard to understand. It felt like someone was whispering to me......(To be continued). Hello everybody, if you did read my short story make sure to rate it. Also, please comment down below if you would like a part two, and what the next title should be (something different not just The Whisper 2).
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