Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Signs. All of that belongs to M. Night Shyamalan.

I also don't own the songs "Pictures" (I don't know who wrote it) or "Goodbye to you", which belongs to Michelle Branch. That being said, on with the story!

Chapter Two: Whispers

     "I found your picture today. I swear I'll change my ways. I just called to say I want you to come back home…"

"…And I Said, Goodbye to you. Goodbye to everything I thought I knew. You were the one I loved, the one thing that I tried to hold on to."

Randa McKinning sighed and switched off the radio. Usually these were two of her favorite songs but, she was in no mood to hear them right now.

"Is it just me, or are depressing love songs the only thing they play on the radio these days? It's as if someone or something is trying to make me feel guilty."

She leaned back in her chair and smirked at the ridiculous idea.

"I don't feel guilty." She reassured herself "I mean, breaking up with Merrill was the right thing to do. We just weren't getting along." It was true. They had been friends since they were kids and they were always bickering about something, but most of the time it was just playful banter. Although she spoke with Graham that afternoon, she hadn't seen her ex boyfriend since about a month ago at a party at Joe Gills' house where she had almost thrown up on him

"That's the last time I try one of Lionel Prichard's homemade cocktails!" She mused.

Both of them had had one sip too many, got into an argument about something (she didn't remember what it was about), and she just threw up her hands and said "It's over!"

"It was the right thing to do." She repeated. But some nagging little voice in her brain was constantly telling her otherwise.

Suddenly, a burst of cold water in the face made Randa snap from her reverie.

"Josh!" she shouted as she saw her little brother run off carrying a large squirt gun. She got up off the porch and grabbed the other Super Soaker that was lying in the yard.

"I am so gonna get you for that one!" She ran across the yard trying to catch her little brother, but when she stopped running and looked around, she didn't see him anywhere. She looked towards the house, then at the Hess cornfield (the edge of which bordered the Hess's property and the McKinning's) and noticed some of the stalks moving.

"Great, just great!" she muttered as she started into the field. "It's gonna take forever to find him in here!"

Awhile later, the sun was down, the sky had gotten cloudy, and Randa still hadn't found Josh. As she crept along, she could have sworn she heard noises. She heard footsteps other than her own and whispers and occasionally a strange series of clicks.

"Come on, Josh!" she called out. "This isn't funny!"

Just then, a tall, dark figure darted across the path up ahead. She gasped and almost dropped the water gun.

"That's it!" she thought. "I'm getting the hell outta here! Josh is smart enough to not wander around after dark. He's probably at home and if he's not, I'll call the police."

Randa took off in the direction she came in from or at least the direction she thought she came from. It was dark and all the paths and the corn looked the same.

Much to her dismay, when she stopped running she only found herself at a dead end.

(A.N. Please review. Remember, constructive criticism! P.S. If you're still wondering who Randa McKinning is, Merrill mentions her "I was at a party with Randa McKinning……I could have been kissing her as she was throwing up!" that part.)