Entry 384: The Voice At The End

I can hear their footsteps

As the rain pours outside

I stand alone in a telephone booth

Shadows surround me,

In them, I feel eyes…

The phone rings

I pick up

On the other line

Is a mysterious voice,

Telling me I’ll soon die…

I feel terror

As the voices cry

I’m so alone

I’m not sure anyone else is alive…

There’s a loud rasping

The rain pours harder now

I’m terrified for my life!

I see a flower

Slowly wilt & die

What little light is left

Begins to fade

In the darkness, I beg

I cry for my life

In the pouring rain

I feel terrified!

I ask for another chance at life!

With a cold echo

I hear the voice on the other line

It says

You are the last to die

Alone in the darkness

The final soul in a world

Destined for demise

I bang on the phone

I scream! I CRY!

I hear them slowly getting closer

I try to lock myself inside…

Soon the lights go out

There is a silence as the line goes dead

I hear them & I know

…I’m about to die…

-The Voice At The End-