by R. Lipscomb

Created on: August 15, 2008   Last Updated: September 16, 2008

As the wind whispered to her it gave her a horrifying chill. She wrapped her coat tightly around her and walked on. The voice never went away, it followed her everywhere. The voice seemed to echo in the darkness of the long alley's she had to walk through to get to her apartment at night. Everything made her jump now, she was always nervous. She made it to her steps and took a deep breath, home again she sighed, overjoyed at seeing the light on in her apartment. Fumbling for her keys, she put her groceries down on the brick flowerbed, which was now empty of her favorite flowers. As she pulled the keys from her purse, she heard a low deep voice, calling her name; "Jenna, Jenna I see you". She wanted to turn around and look but she knew no one would be there. It was always the same now. Nothing or no one was ever there to see.

She picked up her bags, stuck the key into the door and turned the lock. She walked down the corridor and found her apartment. She unlocked her apartment and quickly walked threw the door closing it behind her. She turned around and locked the door back but adding the top slide lock to secure herself inside. She walked into the kitchen and sat the bags down and began putting away the groceries, when the phone started to ring. Her brother always called her to make sure she made it home every night after work. She stopped what she was doing and walked over to the phone. She picked up the phone and said "Hello".

Jenna's brother Markus said " Hello Jenna, just calling to make sure you was home" Her reply was short and sweet " Yes, little brother, I am home and all locked in." After a few more minutes of quick conversation, she let him go and promised to call him tomorrow. Dropping the phone back into the charger she noticed her answering machine blinking. She hit the button to hear the messages. The first was from an old friend and then her grandmother and then she heard the voice on the answering machine. That low, cold, deep voice that belongs to the strange voice she always heard. "Jenna, Jenna" I can see you. She walked over to the machine and hit the replay button again, her friend, her grandmother, and then static. Always the same, she can never prove to any one she ever hears this horrifying voice that haunts her.

She walked down the hallway, got ready for bed, and climbed under the cover and closed her eyes, thankful that she never hears the voice in her apartment. She drifted asleep until the morning and then she rolled out of bed and

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