The Room of Voices By: Reaper Rick


The Room of Voices
By: Reaper Rick

"Oh, I don't know. Sometimes I forget to take my medication, and they remind me to take it. Things like that, you know. They just do good things for me."

"Really?" He didn't sound overly convinced.

"Yeah," Rick said and slumped farther down into his chair. He was becoming increasingly cold and sleepy.

Giving him a hard stare, the doctor asked, "Do you really believe all of this is good for you, Rick?"

Leave him alone

Doctor Andrews turned quickly to the door, a puzzled expression on his face. He could have sworn that he heard a soft whisper, coming from somewhere. "Did you hear something?" he asked.

Rick discovered that his eyes were closed, so he opened them, becoming a little confused. "Uh, no, I didn't hear anything. Why?"

"Umm, nothing." He looked back at Rick. "So, these voices only tell you to do 'good' things, is that correct?"

"I guess so, yeah," he replied, his thoughts now a bit foggy. "They haven't said anything that would make me want to hurt myself, or anyone else, for that matter."

"They are simply beneficial voices, then, yes?"

Leave him alone!

The doctor whirled to look over his shoulder, but saw nothing. Frowning, he turned back to his patient. "Did you hear something, just then?" Rick appeared to have his eyes closed, again. "Rick, did you hear something?"

"Huh?" he said, forcing his eyes open. "Sorry, doc, I'm, really...uh, sleepy, or something. I can't, uh, keep my eyes...uh, oh..." His eyelids suddenly dropped shut, and his head fell forward onto his chest.

Becoming concerned, Doctor Andrews got up and moved quickly around the desk. "Rick," he said, shaking the man's shoulder. "Rick, can you hear me!" he nearly shouted, but got no response.

We told you to leave him alone

The doctor snapped his head up and quickly looked around the office, but saw nothing unusual. "What?" He was sure he heard something, this time. "Who said that?"

We want this subject's brain left just the way it is

"What?" he said, again, backing up slowly toward the door. "I...I don't understand. Who...who is speaking?" he asked, his frantic gaze going from one corner of the office to another.

We are speaking--the collective voices of Ahbagam

"But, who are you...and why am I hearing you speak?" he asked, softly, his hand on the doorknob.

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