"I know you're here. Whispering behind me." Randy spoke aloud to an empty room, knowing all too well that the whispering spirit of a woman could hear him. A spirit with whom he was familiar his entire life, and possibly the life before that.
There was a stirring in the night, the darkness, the shadows, the corners, the closets, the hallways, the doors and the rooms. She was calling the other spirits to be by her side, and to speak with Randy.
They flooded the room. Randy was petrified. He was surrounded by a multitude of spirits. They closed in on him, and he surrendered to them. Their presence was too much, and he lost consciousness.
Had Randy the courage to call those spirits in the dark many years ago, perhaps they could have been crushed down and cast back into the darkness where they had come from. But they weren't, they remained with him. He hadn't the strength now to resist them.
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