Whispers….
This one evening, I was passing through a local sweet shop. Suddenly, I hear this faint voice of a woman, We need help, We want our story to be told, we want to…. hey you, HEY YOU! want something? The shopkeeper asked, I replied hesitantly, did you perhaps hear anything just now? he said no, I didn’t hear anything. Now, don’t waste my time if don’t want to buy anything. Even after going home, I wasn’t able to shake that feeling. It stayed in my mind for hours before, I finally went there, it was late at night all the shops were closed, As i was walking to that shop, i couldn’t see anyone walking nearby or even driving. That moment i took out my phone to check the time, Turns out it was way past midnight, I took a deep sigh… and I kept walking till I reached the shop. I stood there for 10–15 min but i didn’t hear any whisper or as such thing, but my ears were ringing but as I left for home, i heard a whisper filled with agony asking for help that froze me there for a few sec, i couldn’t breathe nor think till i mustered up some courage in whisper yes, but who are you? whispered again something that although i couldn’t understand, i took a few deep breaths to calm myself and stood there in the hope to hear again from them, but i didn’t. So, walked back slowly thinking what was it that I’m hearing things or i did i really heard someone i kept thinking about it till my exhaustion took over and I fell asleep.
I was walking on this busy but rather unknown road. I don’t know where I was but the road felt familiar to me cause of all the pits on the road and the people speaking in a familiar language Also tried to overlook the pits on the road and kept walking past them. I did the same, I kept walking forward till I hear this faint sound of crying, and I followed it. As I got closer to its source I saw this group of people standing, What appears to be the source of the crying. It was on the side of the road, I go close to it, I heard a woman crying out That… They killed him over and over again, As I got through the crowd there I saw that woman weeping in torn clothes over the dead body. While some people started gossiping about her age, her body even about how he could’ve died. As I was going to say something the police came and dragged the woman away from the body and stuffed her into their vehicle, taking her to a police station. After I saw them taking her in, I found myself standing in a room with 2–3 people, On the left, there was a high ranked police officer judging from his uniform and on the right, there were two people one was standing as if he was the assistance of the man sitting in the couch. That officer replied in a soft tone rest assured we will bury this matter. No one will know about any of this. Then that person told his assistant to give the officer that bag while saying it’s a good thing we are friends. Then they both laughed. As I was taking it all, I heard that voice from the whisper crying, wailing after some time they stopped as if they are waiting… waiting for it all to end. but as I got closer to her she said this is our story while looking at me. As I blinked, I found myself standing in the middle of my room for a minute before falling asleep.
I woke up late in the afternoon next day wondering how can i make spread her story only thing that came to my mind was to write it out and publish it in different places. so I did that and also made a thread out of it to publish on Twitter which got the eyes but people only thought of it as a friction story. As months went by people forgot about it which only made me frustrating and angry about how people don’t care about things. how they conveniently forgot things they read. but soon more time passed and i was offered a job based the story to write stories in a magazine. And even i rarely remember about it now…
The End.
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