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…
