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Story listed as: Fiction For Teens | Theme: Fantasy / Fairy Tale | Subject: Ghost story | Published here : 10/30/2016
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The Voice 
 
By Malikhi DIllon
Born 2000, M, from Evansville, Indiana, United States
“Kyle,” I heard a whisper that woke me up. That wasn’t even the first time that it has happened. It has happened at least once or twice a week for three months. I wasn’t even scared anymore at that point. I just ignored it and went back to sleep.

BUUURRR! Ugh. It was my alarm clock. I did not feel like going to school, again. I slowly got out of bed and crept to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready. As I was brushing my teeth, I saw something fly across behind me in the mirror. But when i turned to see what is was, it wasn’t there. I didn’t care. I was still tired and just wanted to get the day over.

As I sat in math, I started to zone out and get more interested in doodling in the corner of my paper. When I put my pencil back down onto the paper, it felt like the pencil was moving itself. I let it glide across the paper. A flame started to appear in the drawing, then it stopped.

“Are you paying attention, Kyle?” asked my teacher.

“Yeah. Uh sorry, Mrs.Smith,” I replied.

All I could think about for the rest of the day, was the flame. What did it mean? Why did it appear? I just tried to ignore it on the bus ride home, so I put in my earbuds and began to listen to music.

Later that night, I was sitting at dinner. Mom made speghetti. My mom hates when THe table is quiet, so she asked, “So Kyle, how’s school?”

“He’s probably failing. Hahaha,” my sister, Alex, teased.

“Umm no,” I replied, “But it looks like you failed to use a brush this morning.”
When dinner was finally over, I put my plate in the sink and got ready for bed. As I laid in bed, all i could think of was the flame. I thought of it until I fell asleep.

Then in the middle of the night, I hear, “Kyle, wake up.” It was the same whisper I always here. I tried to ingore it, but then it said, “There’s a fire in the kitchen.” It has never talked to me when I was awake. Anyways, I ran to the kitchen to kitchen to see if it was true. The air didn’t smell like smoke or anything, but I still kept going. The kitchen was upn in flames. I didn’t understand how no one even noticed it. I sprinted out and ran back to the bedrooms. I woke my mom and sister up, and we safely escaped the fire.
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