The Whispers

Dr. Smith tried to keep a smile on her face, her pen hovering above the notepad. "And you say these urges are what brought you here?"

Across the desk, Ethan shrugged, "I can't help it. They're like whispers in my head."

Smith’s pen resumed, but this time a little more nervously. She asked, "you've acted on these urges?"

Ethan's smile slowly returned with a chill. "Oh yes, many times."

The next thing Dr. Smith knew, a cold hand had clamped around her wrist. Ethan's eyes, once vacant, now gleamed with a predatory light. "The whispers are telling me you’re next.”

The pen fell to the floor as Smith attempted to scream. Ethan had wrapped his hand around her windpipe, silencing her.

"Hush, I’m hearing the whispers.”

Her lifeless body fell to the floor. Ethan straightened, his smile widening. The whispers had grown louder.