"Sam…. Sam…."
"Alton, fight it! Please fight it!"
"Sam…. I'm so sorry." He whispers, looking up with a sadistic laugh. "It's already too late. Now, shall I show you a terrible truth?"
An unnatural irritable droning noise rang through Sam's head which soon turned into what sounded like a whisper. One which went on forever. It had begun.
The Long Whisper.
Sam held her head in pain as she felt weak. Standing up, she screamed out. "Alton sto-."
A constant ringing blared through her head; the never-ending screech shot Sam out of bed, startled panting lost for words. Finding herself in a cold sweat, she grumbled, throwing her sticky clothes off sitting in bed conflicted. "That dream again…. Seriously why is it always that one? Who even is Alton anyway?"
A knock on her door made Sam jump from her trance as she heard her mother shouting. "Hurry up, Sam; otherwise, you'll be late for school!"