I thought moving to an isolated place would make it stop but I was wrong. City noise had not amplified it as I originally thought, but in fact had masked it somewhat. Now, here in this farmhouse far from the main road I cannot escape it. It calls most clearly at night as I try to sleep. I lock myself in my room in an effort to safeguard my physical self; I continue to seek ways to protect my psychic self, as it grasps and claws at my mind. I expect that soon I will lose to its horrific beckoning.
Ah, the fear of the unknown voices and ticklings of our imagination. Are they real, or simply figments of our imagination? You may also ponder these questions and one of the Inspiration Monday prompts made me take pause to express the fear that such figments–real or imagined–can um, inspire. Click below to add your 100 words about this, or one of the other fine prompts this week.