It's voice... It's fucking voice...
Dammit, I tried to communicate with it on Sunday night. It was crouched beside my closet staring, but I finally mustered up the courage. I look over and met the Rake's gaze. It's eyes seemed to narrow in on me, like it was a little taken back by my movement.
"You're the Rake, right?" I asked. I felt like I was going to fall apart from shaking so much.
It's eyes narrowed even more when I spoke to it. It became hesitant but it finally spoke. It actually spoke! But it's lips didn't move... It spoke to me... In my head... In my fucking head... I've tried to keep my composure on here but it's seems that I'm slipping up.
"You are correct." It said. It's voice was so... So... ragged and coarse as though his throat was obscenely damaged. But it had a sort of inhuman sound to it. I mean, of course it's not human, it's the Rake, but it sounded so gruesome.
I immediately flipped over in my bed and, once again, fell asleep. I don't know if I want to speak with it anymore. It scared me so much, it's like I can still hear it's words. I don't know if it did something to me just by telepathically speaking to me but I feel different. Just... Different...
What am I to do?
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