Short Story One- Voice

'Did you really think you could escape me?' Madelyn's head boomed with a thought that didn't belong to her, the seventh time this week by what she could remember. After her psychiatrist diagnosed her with schizophrenia, she was sure she'd stop hearing that echo in her head. But nothing actually happened. It was the voice of an elderly man, time audibly influencing his voice. Breathy and, in a weird sense, dead. She had never heard a dead voice before, but something in her gut made her sure to know that what she heard wasn't alive anymore.

After getting home from high school, Madelyn went straight into her bedroom, quickly greeting her parents, as she just wanted to go to sleep. That was the only way she could ignore it. But as she crawled into bed and struggled to fall asleep, a blood-shrieking scream came from the living room. It was her mother's. Jumping out of bed and getting her hand on the door handle, the metal knob became liquid and would flow through her fingers and onto the orange carpet on the floor. Her view had darkened, leaving her to see only the white door in front of her. A moment later, the wood would bend and form the features of a face with no eyes or teeth, smiling gruesomely.

"Welcome home."