Noise

Unknown Noises

The house was quiet.

He was alone.

He wanted to be alone, he wanted quiet, no television, no radio. He switched off his phone. He wanted peace. He wanted to rest, He would have it.

He sat on the settee and sipped his coffee. It was instant. The kettle made noise as it boiled but it was quiet now.

He closed the curtains as it was going dark, and he switched the lights on. It was peaceful.

Then heard something, a rustling, it was like someone scrunching paper, but it was coming from behind him. He put his coffee down on the side table and looked over the settee, but could see nothing, but the rustling continued, it was in the wall and it was an internal partition wall, so not solid. Did he have a mouse?

Then it stopped and it was quiet once more.

He took his coffee cup and drank once more then he heard something in the blocked-up chimney in front of him, it sounded like a bird or a rat, but the chimney had been blocked up years ago.

He then started to wonder if the noises were real or was he imagining them. He heard people walking past and the odd car in the street outside so he was fairly sure he was actually hearing things, but bar ripping the walls apart he could not be certain.

He could hear the noise, he was certain of that, and he needed quiet and he knew he had to have that. Now the rustling and the scratching noises from the blocked chimney started again and he thought the started to hear words in the noises.

He knew he should switch on the television or radio to drown them out, or even make a phone call, but he didn't. still trying to hear the unintelligible pseudo words from the walls.

This was too much, they weren't words, they were trying to drive him mad, or rather his own mind was. Hi didn't feel he could trust himself, but decided to go to bed and hope that falling into the realms of Morpheus would keep him safe from these noises.

He got into his pyjamas and under the duvet and buried his head in the pillow, this would keep him safe. Then the noise started again rustling, scratching and then words started to become clear.

"We know where the bodies are, and we will tell if you don't confess"

How did they know? No one knew but him. He had buried them under the new kitchen floor which had then been concreted and tiled.

To be honest he had not slept since he had killed them after kidnapping them, subjecting them to unspeakable terrors then burying them alive and sealing them under concrete.

Were the voices them?

He didn't think so, they were dead and under concrete. So who were these voices in the noise from the walls?

His own conscience?

The ghosts of the murdered pair?

He had to do it. They said they knew things and were demanding money which he did not have, so he was only left with one option.

No one could blame him, but now he was home alone they were planning their revenge.

The messages were clearer

"Your life is ours and we will take it tonight"

The Real Noise

The police were called when the screaming woke up the neighbours. It was so bad that no one wanted to go into that charnel house.

They found him on his blood-soaked bed, he had torn off his own ears and scratched his eyes out and bitten off half his tongue.

The verdict was death by misadventure, but they did not have the full story.