….He tosses his leg out from beneath the covers and hangs it perilously over the beds edge, letting out a stuttered sigh, before grimacing once again.
“What is it that troubles you child? What is it that burns the candle of your soul so!” a disembodied voices asks curiously. He jerks up and searching the surrounding darkness with eyes tightly drawn.
“W-W-Who’s t-there!” he asks nervously. “W-W-Who’s hiding in t-the shadows of my r-room!”
“Clearly you have forgotten the sound of my voice, if you have to ask. Although it is not beyond you to be playing possum while knowing full well who the owner of the voice may be, but now those words have left my lips I realise how silly it sounds for you to have such devious cunning and thought!”
“Carter!” he hisses through teeth clenched.
“Ah, there we are, see I knew you would not let me down!” Carter sings whimsically.
“W-What do you w-want? I-I-I, I had hoped the last words I would’ve h-heard from you, w-were the cries you sang as you dropped into the abyss.”
“How many days was it? Seven? Eight?”
“Six-hundred and thirty-seven days, plus a few extra if you wanna be technical about it,”
“W-What? Impossible! It has been only days, not years!”…..