Deadly Medicine Part 15 – Mike Hears Voices
Mike Hears Voices
Mike was moving slowly toward the house when he felt a tugging at the base of his skull. It was as if a hand had reached under the skin and was now pulling on his spine. He stopped moving and tried to analyze what he was feeling. In the quiet that ensued he thought he could hear voices. They seemed to be far away and yet inside his head all at the same time.
“Mike! Mike! We’re here, find us.”
Who’s here? What in the hell is this?
“We’re here Mike. You have been looking for us.”
Who are you?
“You know who we are Mike. You have been looking for us. We can help you feel better. It’s dark where we are, dark and cold.”
Can you give me a better clue than that? It’s dark and cold everywhere right now.
“She put us here. We saw her and then she put us here. She was afraid. Why would she be afraid of us Mike?”
She saw you? She doesn’t understand. She thinks you are bad. Don’t worry we will explain everything to her. Where are you?
She took us out of the house. We heard doors open and close; she put us in a dark place. She said the bin was three feet high. She said she needed a lock. Why Mike, why would she want to lock us in?”
I told you she doesn’t understand. Are you in the box that was delivered to me yesterday? The box from my doctor?
“Yes Mike”
I will find you, just hang on, I will be there soon.
Mike was so excited about finding his medication that he didn’t notice that the entire conversation had taken place in his head. He continued to stand still while he went over the conversation. Cold. Dark. Doors closing. Three foot high bin. I have no idea where to look. He turned in a circle surveying the area quickly. His eyes landed on the house and he took time to consider every room compared to the clues. The attic maybe. No, they said she was scared. If she was really scared she would want them further away from her. Maybe the woods. Maybe she buried them somewhere in the woods. But where? How will I find them? He looked at the surrounding trees and thought better of it. No, I don’t think she would go out in the woods to bury something she was afraid of; at least not alone. So, where?
“We’re here Mike; over here.”
Mike felt the tugging again but this time it felt as if his head was being turned to the left. Don’t fight it, just let them lead you. Keep talking to me. Keep talking so I can find you.
“We’re here. Move this way.”
And Mike did. He continued to move this way and that trying to get closer to the origin of the voices. He thought they were beautiful voices; a chorus in perfect harmony. If he turned the wrong direction he would feel the tugging again and go back the other way. He continued on this way for over an hour before he finally came upon the garage door.
Are you in here?
“Yes Mike, come in and get us.”
I have wasted so much time I should have thought of the garage. He reached out for the door handle thinking it would probably be locked but to his surprise it wasn’t. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He didn’t need a flash light or time for his eyes to adjust he could see everything. Her car was directly in front of him taking up most of the garage. He looked down the side of the car, at the wall of the garage. Nothing there. He walked around the car to look down the other side and that is when he saw it. An old bin against the wall and yes it was about three feet tall. He walked over and opened the lid. The sound of the voices was deafening and all inside his head. His teeth mashed together and his eyes closed tightly. Stop! Stop I can’t …I can’t …..stop. Mike’s knees gave out and he sunk to the floor. The pain in his head was excruciating. He thought he would die if it didn’t stop. But then he felt his body start to change. The tightening of his skin; the feeling that his bones were moving fluidly, it was all there but this time there was something different, something new. He could feel the plates of his skull moving. They moved together and then apart; they shifted different directions until he thought his head would just split open. The sound when they crashed together was similar to a jack hammer on cement and caused a jarring vibration to run down his body. The squealing, whining sound that came when they rubbed together was like that of a car with a loose fan belt, only louder. And then suddenly it all stopped.
Mike was crouched on the floor of the garage when he heard them again. “It’s time to go in now Mike. She is waiting for us.” He stood and shuffled to the door. He had to bend over and turn sideways to fit through. Once outside again he stopped and waited for instruction.
Join me next Friday for the next installment of Deadly Medicine.
Dawnda Schaefer