5.15.2012 Disembodied Voice

He shuddered as he crept down the hallway. They always started talking, as soon as his foot fell upon the board that squeaked. 

As soon as he stepped, the voices began. His demeanor changed entirely. His eyes darted furtively about, his shoulders hunched, spine arched in fear. 

He could hear them whispering behind solid oak doors. They whispered, and sniggered. They plotted and planned. 

He knew it was him. It was him they plotted about. They were going to kill him. 

He could hear them everywhere. 

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t hide.

His every attempt only intensified the disembodied voices.