A GAME (A Horror Story 1)
You have been sick for a while, in and out, in and out. Something your parents said they weren’t sure if you were coming or going. You just lay on the right side of your body, watching things get by. Sometimes, the room will close up on you, like everything is crashing on your head. Then. You will hear laughter and chatter in the walls. Like a playground of tiny tiny torments. You get so weak that you no longer go to the hospital. The doctor visits. And it was on one of his visits that he said you needed grace to stay alive. He was too irritated. With you. With your parents. With himself. With this thumping in your head that never recedes. You will shout. You will scream. You will wobble to the walls and bang with your closed fist. Then. You will curl up on the bed and sing, holding your bony knees to your chest. Sometimes, you sing. Your singing makes the laughter and chatter in the walls get louder. You have always heard it, bu...