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Dodano: 15 LUTEGO 2018

Whispering at night

I can't sleep for almost two days now. First of all, I didn't have any signs of mental illness, such as schizophrenia, ever. I am a completely stable, normal person or at least I like to think I am. So when it all started, I was really scared and completely disturbed by this thing. I'm writing all of this, because it's my only way to get this out of my chest. I wanted to talk about it to my few friends, but they are just colleagues and I don't think that they'd believe me or support me through this shit that is happening right now. Maybe I will do it later if it gets more serious. Ok, but let's get to the point.

 

Two days ago I went to bed, covered myself in sheets and tried to fall asleep while listening to thunderstorm sounds on my phone, like always. That's my sleeping routine that I almost never skip, I just can't manage to fall asleep without it. So I'm laying there, feeling comfortable, imagining that I am in a comfy tent, while there is a thunderstorm outside. After about ten maybe twenty minutes, I start hearing this weird whispering. You know, like the weird whispering sounds in horror movies, while there is some investigation going on. It's really quiet and I thought to myself that it's just my imagination, but after a while, it got a little bit louder. I was sure that it wasn't the recording of the storm, because I listen to it every night for six months now. It's this weird, asexual voice of something. I freaked out a little, took my earbuds out of the ears and looked around. The whispering didn't stop. My heart started pounding even faster, because no one was in the room. I stood up and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out what was happening, thinking to myself: "Maybe I am on some kind of drugs? Maybe someone drugged me? Maybe I ate something that gave me these weird hallucinations?" But these were just some simple excuses, I never took any drugs, there weren't any possibilities today that someone drugged me because I haven't seen anybody today and I ate standard food, like almost every day. I started trying to catch any words from this whispering, but all i got was some gibberish and it was quiet as hell. I took some Q-Tips and began to clean my ears for some reason, like it was going to help. Of course it didn't, but I was hearing it specifically from my ears. It's not like I'm hearing it in my head, in my brain. I can feel the source of it - it's in my fucking ears. I went back to my room, took my phone, closed the music application with the thunderstorm recording and lit the flashlight on the back of my phone. I looked in the mirror, trying to lit the hole in my ear to see if there is anything inside. I can't see anything that can suggest anything is in my ears. I took my headphones, played some loud music to see if it's gonna help. It didn't, the volume was cracked up whole way to the top and the whispering got hella lot louder. I even managed to get a few words out of it: spark, like, tide and light. I'm still not even sure that I picked them up correctly, they mostly don't mean a thing and seem like it uses all the fucking languages in this world at once. The whispering stops at daytime and gets back at night. I will try to sleep today, in daytime, when the whispering is gone and I'll call a doctor. 

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And by the way, the red is killing me.

As well as getting the unexpected gifts.

 

 

- N