"Behind close doors there is a horror show."
"Good night Mikey," I whispered faintly.
Sunrise slowly pried it's way into the household as I shuffled towards my room. The light hit my face softly; yet I wished it away. Night had always been on my list of favorites that and drawing, though seemingly I wished for better light in the dark hours. It was ironic and unrated.
I turned to the hoarse morning voice. Seeing Ray as he stood in his doorway, I ceased in my walk.
"Morning," I whispered; the word confusing to my tongue.
"Why are you up?" He asked signaling me to take to his room.
I entered the through the doorway and closed it behind me; hearing a click I answered him.
"I couldn't sleep."
Ray had taken back to his bed, laying in the down sheets and comforter. I moved to a side dresser; touching his action figures I played with them nervously. There was a long silence, Ray was almost back to snoozing when I spoke.
"I heard people whispering."
He sat up, not to abruptly yet enough to make me shiver. Toro looked towards my eyes trying to catch them. I pulled away and nudged them to look else where in the room.
"...People?" He asked slowly.
"Yes...," I took a long calming breath.
"It wasn't somebody's music,..Frank's mayb-."
"NO!" I shot, "No...Frank's been in my room these last two nights."
"Gerard," Ray started again.
"I know it's fucking crazy right!" I festered, "I mean people having conversations in my room, but it's getting louder Toro, fucking louder-."
"Do they keep you awake?"
I ran a hand through my hair, bitting at my lip. Ray waited for my answer. Tapping at my foot I couldn't calm myself; this sounds nuts I told myself / fucking nuts/. I paced away from the dresser, then back. I repeated myself twice before stopping.
"I don't know," I clambered sliding a hand over my face I said it again, "I don't know."