The Silence
816 Words
The voices stopped at 2:13 AM.
Not faded.
Not weakened.
Stopped.
Lena froze halfway down the apartment hallway, one hand tightening around the bag of groceries hanging from her wrist. The old fluorescent lights above her buzzed softly, flickering pale yellow against the cracked walls.
Silence.
For the first time in her entire life…
Nothing whispered from the shadows.
No distant cries.
No murmured warnings.
No dead strangers begging to be heard.
Just silence.
And somehow, that terrified her more.
Slowly, Lena turned her head toward the dark stairwell at the end of the corridor.
The building suddenly felt colder.
Her heartbeat quickened.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
The whispers had followed her since childhood. Murder victims. Lost souls. People who died violently always lingered around her for a few moments before disappearing forever.
Doctors called it trauma-induced hallucinations.
Her grandmother had called it a curse.
Lena never called it anything at all.
Because pretending it wasn’t real was easier.
The stairwell light flickered once.
Twice.
Then died.
Darkness swallowed the hallway.
Lena stepped back instinctively.
That was when she heard it.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Measured.
Coming from below.
Her breath caught.
Someone was walking up the stairs.
But the building elevator had been broken for weeks, and nobody on the lower floors ever used the stairwell after midnight. Not after the recent disappearances.
Another step.
Closer now.
Lena swallowed hard. “Hello?”
No answer.
Only the sound of polished shoes against concrete.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Every instinct in her body screamed at her to get inside her apartment.
Now.
She fumbled for her keys, nearly dropping them as the footsteps stopped completely.
Silence again.
Then—
A voice emerged from the darkness.
Low.
Calm.
Male.
“You can hear them too.”
Lena’s blood turned cold.
The grocery bag slipped from her fingers, oranges rolling across the hallway floor.
A figure stepped into the weak emergency lighting.
Tall.
Black coat.
Dark hair slightly damp from rain.
His face looked almost unreal beneath the dim crimson glow of the exit sign. Sharp features. Pale skin. Eyes so dark they barely reflected light.
But it wasn’t his appearance that terrified her.
It was the stillness.
He stood too still.
Like something pretending to be human.
Lena immediately backed toward her apartment door.
“Who are you?”
The man’s eyes drifted briefly toward the scattered oranges before returning to her face.
“You should not be alone tonight.”
Not an answer.
“Stay away from me.”
Another long silence.
Then he spoke again.
“Three people died two streets from here an hour ago.”
Lena’s stomach dropped.
“You’re lying.”
“You already heard them screaming.”
And the horrifying part was…
He was right.
The whispers had started earlier that evening. Faint cries echoing in the back of her mind while she walked home from work.
She thought she was imagining it again.
The stranger took one slow step forward.
Lena immediately reached for the small knife hidden in her hoodie pocket.
His gaze lowered slightly toward the movement.
Not afraid.
Almost curious.
“That will not help you.”
Something about the way he said it made her skin crawl.
Not arrogant.
Not threatening.
Certain.
Rain suddenly hammered harder against the windows outside.
The lights flickered violently.
For one brief second, the hallway went completely dark.
And in that single second…
Lena heard something breathing beside her.
Not human breathing.
Deeper.
Hungrier.
The lights snapped back on.
The man hadn’t moved.
But now there was blood on the side of his neck.
Fresh.
Dark.
Lena stared.
The stranger slowly touched the blood with two fingers, almost annoyed by it.
Then he looked directly into her eyes for the first time.
And the entire hallway seemed to shrink around her.
Ancient.
That was the only word her mind could form.
His eyes looked ancient.
“You need to come with me,” he said quietly.
“No.”
“If you stay here, they will find you before sunrise.”
“Who?”
For the first time, emotion crossed his face.
Not fear.
Recognition.
As though he had seen this moment before.
“The things that hunt my kind.”
A distant scream echoed somewhere outside.
Lena flinched.
The stranger didn’t even blink.
Then every whisper she had ever heard suddenly returned all at once.
Thousands of voices.
Crying.
Begging.
Warning her.
RUN.
Lena gasped, clutching her head as the noise exploded inside her mind.
The man crossed the hallway instantly.
Too fast.
One second he stood near the stairwell.
The next he was directly in front of her.
Lena’s breath stopped.
Impossible.
He gently grabbed her wrist before she collapsed.
His hand felt cold enough to burn.
“Listen carefully,” he said softly.
And for the first time…
His voice sounded almost human.
“They know your name now.”
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