Ever since I was a kid, I have been terrified of the closet, it’s darkness shrouding whatever secrets it holds; but really more menacing is the fact someone has been talking to me through the door. The voice being a mere whisper, the sound slowly fluttering into my ear, almost as if there was nothing at all; the only time it was quiet enough for me to hear it was at night. I usually would be tucked into bed, falling deep into my slumber when the faint sound of mumbling would erupt around me, the moon shining through the seeps of my blinds as my eyes would spring to life looking around the room. Haunting shadows dancing around my peripheral, urging me to stay in bed, to say the less I was a bit frighten; wanting to tell my parents about something strange was happening in my room.
The first encounter was bewildering for my innocent brain, I didn’t know what to think of it other than I was hearing things; though being a child of 7 years old my imagination burst to life. After shifting around endlessly in bed; trying to fall back to sleep the voice got a little louder, forcing me to finally give in to it’s will. I crept out of bed looking for the source of noise, the dimly lit room revealing nothing other than darken silhouette's staring at me as I aimlessly walked around. I fell to my knee’s and looked underneath the bed, only a void could be seen and for a moment I visualized an arm…
