invaders of whispers

"I am not crazy. I know I am not."

"Mr. Carey the term crazy is not rhetorical to the situation at hand right now. You are saying you are being haunted by these voices. Are you sure it's not a repressed form of demons or thoughts?"

"I know what I saw, and I know what I heard."

months - these past few months have felt like an eternity going by ever so slowly. Making my head drift into the sea of madness. I recently moved and the realtor failed to mention that not only was the house a part of a homicide with the family dying at the hands of their daughter but it is part of an ancient burial ground. It feels like my life is turning into a spin-off of pet semetary.

I've gotten sleepless nights and a case of insomnia from this. I dont know if it's a set of paranoia or im seeing the dead in my house. Every therapist I've gone to has tried to prescribe me medicine or put me in the nut house but I know one thing- im not alone in my head.

"Mr.carey- are you still there?"

" yes my dear, im still here. Might I say you look ravishing in those glasses?"

"Mr. carey that is inappropriate and unprofessional."

"My apologies i didn't mean to offend or upset you."

"Mr. carey where do you think we could- or better yet do you think there could be a better outcome to this with a possible set of sleep or maybe melatonin for better sleep? They make herbal teas and essence candles."

" yes I've heard that chamomile does very well but I dont think that will do."

( knock) ( knock) (knock) " please help me- im here- someone- can anyone hear me?"

"I can give you a few coupons if you think that could help."

"That would be lovely darling. Thank you."

As she handed Nicholas the coupon set she looked at her watch, " well unfortunately we are out of time for our session today. I do hope this helps but this is our last session."

" you did wonderful thank you for your help."

As 'Nicholas' got up to leave his eyes were black and he said, " but one thing you forgot- nicholas carey- he's deceiving you with lies."