Faces On The Wall

How do you do?

I shall begin by introducing myself. My name is Clayre Sans-Cour. I would enjoy telling you all about an experience when I was a child.

When I was around Eight years old I was in my room with my older sister, trying to sleep, when I heard voices all around me. They were whispering things, things I can no longer remember. I was, naturally, terrified, being all of Eight years old. I ran to my father's room, in tears and trembling, and told him of what happened. He drowsily moved to let me crawl onto the bed between him and my Step-Mother and sleep.

My initial feeling of safety quickly faded as the voices returned thrice-fold. I began to sob harder and mutter to myself as I tried to shut them out, too scared to do anything but cry. I finally opened my eyes to see faces all on the walls, each bloody and mutilated, speaking in their different languages while their images grew in detail as I grew more accustomed to the dark. This frightened me beyond measure, but I still looked around at them with such a morbid humor as those who cannot look away from a car crash.

I noticed a small girl in the corner of the room in an old pinafore, (Forgive the typo, I have yet to remember how to spell that.) she was bloody and looked around my age. She turned to me and I screamed, too scared to reasonably listen to her.

Since this experience, more experiences have happened, many of them vague and consisting of voices and dark figures. If you have any comments, or possible insults,

Feel free to post them as you all have the right to your opinion.

God Bless you!