The Voice
My name is James. I can tell you my last name. It's Bowie, in case you were wondering. James Bowie. The reason I'm writing this down is because last week, I heard something I've never heard before. A voice in my head. I want to write this down because I think that this will prove once and for all that ghosts- spirits, undead, whatever you want to call them- exist. By telling as many people as I can and recording my 'experience' I hope that my story will spread. And soon everyone will know.
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I've always been interested in Science Fiction. The X-Files, Star Wars, Buffy, You name it, I've seen it. I've always believed that ghosts- and perhaps aliens- exist. But know I've encountered real proof.
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My Dad owns a speedboat. It's a 718, with a cabin in it. I try and keep it quiet, or else I get teased, you know, people saying I'm 'rich' and asking me to lend them money. Well let me tell you: right now I don't have two cents to rub together. Just goes to show, doesn't it?
Anyway, what my family really enjoys is going out on our speedboat over the weekends. We live about half a miles drive from a lake and its great fun. My Mom, my Dad, and me. We usually have a set route around the lake, where the proper waves are. But this time we decided to be adventurous, and go right down the middle of the lake, and double back. On our way back, the sea had gone down a bit, and we passed a small rocky island. My Mom and Dad were in the cabin, driving and I was outside, enjoying the feel of the wind whistling past my face.
As we passed this island, I heard a voice. At first I thought it might be a seagull, shrieking, but then I realised; it was a voice. Inside my head.
I thought I was going mad. I gasped, and drew back in shock. As I started to run back to the cabin, I stopped. I'd calmed down a bit, and had started to focus on the voice:
Help me! Please! I'm too young to get stuck in this… thing! I take it back! I'm sorry! Please get me out of here!
I collected my thoughts and decided: That island was haunted! That must have been a restless spirit, trapped inside the island. I called out to it: 'I can help you! Who… what are you?'
No reply.
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So I've thought about it a lot ever since. Believe me: A lot. As I was telling one of my friends, Tom, about it, he told me there were a lot of spiritual believers at this new club: The Sharing. So I thought, maybe I'll join it. You know. Tell some members about my ghostly encounter. After all, what could go wrong?
Fin.
