99 Words #25 – Take My Hand

The sound of an organ pushes through the silence. Elvis starts singing. Precious Lord, take my hand. Lead me on, let me stand.

I hear something in the background. It fills the empty notes. I try to explain it away as a bad download, but I listen closer, just to be sure.

There’s something under the noise. It’s visceral, angry. It scratches at the back of my eyeballs. The more I focus on it the closer it comes. A voice, whispering terrible things. I’m scared but I can’t turn it off. It’s too late for that. Much too late.