Seriously wrote this in about 30 minutes, if not less. Didn't proofread. Kill me now.
Joseph roughly scattered the papers with his hands, frustrated once again. He glared at the papers momentarily before running a hand across his clean shaven head with a sigh.
He had been through them several times and could never figure out that damned man.
He muttered a curse word silently before retrieving the few papers that had fallen from the counter. He rearranged them in no particular order and pushed them to the side. He looked over his notes at the few sentences he had scribbled down and was disheartened to find that they were almost completely useless. He set it on top of the papers and slumped onto the counter, alone to his thoughts.
He didn't know why he was so drawn to the man, Walter Sullivan. Perhaps it was the horrible means of the murders Sullivan caused. That, and Joseph was so inclined to discover why they were still happening, even though the serial killer was thought to be dead.
Pinching the bridge of his nose as if to relieve stress, he picked a paper from the bottom and pulled it out before him. It was a news article on the most recent murder,
Toby Archbolt. Found with more then half the bones in his body broken from a 100 foot fall in Mexico just days before. Joseph scanned the article once again, though he knew his results would be in vain.
The quiteness of the room was shattered with an heavy, audible exhale seeming to tickle right beside his right ear. Acting on instinct, he whipped his face around his shoulder and was greeted by his furniture across the room. Nothing out of the ordinary.
His heart beating, he stared for many moments afterward. Nothing.
He narrowed his gaze and slowly returned to the article. He barely had begun to read when once again he heard another sound; a voice. The hair on his arms stood upright as he heard the words, "at the time of fullness, cleanse the world with my rage."
Joseph's fear crept out from within as the words continued from nothingness.
"Gather forth the White Oil, the Black Cup and the Blood of the Ten Sinners."
Joseph slipped off of his chair and on to his feet, glancing around the room with terror as the words increased in volume.
"Prepare for the Ritual of the Holy Assumption."
Soon, they were screaming from his walls, attacking his very mind.
"Offer the Blood of the Ten Sinners and the White Oil."
"Shut up!" Joseph howled as he grabbed his head and doubled over.
And they did.
He stood bent over, digging his fingers into his scalp until the whispers descended into nothingness once more.
And nothingness was all that followed, even when Joseph fell to the ground and refused to move for the next 20 minutes.