Screeching sounds, voices whispering, door slamming,sirens arriving, death awaiting, and time ticking. The voices in my head were real and no one could hear them. The shadows I saw wandering were there, but no one could see them. People didn't believe me when I tried to warn them about the darkness. They all thought I was just a demented, lonely girl from Elm Springs. This is why they died. It was late winter when I started to hear the voices. It all seemed like a bad dream that I couldn't escape. I tried to ignore them, but that's what made the souls appear. Every night at 3:20 they would circle my room, scream, slam doors, pull my covers, flick my lights, and throw my shoes . But why me ? The Wednesday before the first victim, is when
