|Strange Voice in the Ceiling
Author: Splatter-Painter52291 PM
It looks like Sarah Hillar is arguing with herself. She isn't. Actually, it's the annoying voice that narrates her life. It always exaggerates her simple life as an accountant. Apparently she isn't interesting enough. Please Read and Review.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 7 - Words: 5,507 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 09-03-09 - Published: 01-03-09 - id: 2616779
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I'm a little teapot short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout.
What in the hell are you doing?
Singing "I'm a little teapot".
I could hear that. Any particular reason?
Not really. I'm bored.
Join my world.
I'm already in your world. I narrate your world.
The blackness Sarah had been living in for twelve hours seemed to vacuum all sense from her.
It's only been twelve hours? Am I in Narnia?
Now THAT would be interesting, wouldn't it? But, no, you are still in the United States.
Of the frickin slow law enforcement.
Hey! They're doing all they can, as fast as they can.
Ok, ok. Keep your shirt on.
Um... ok, then.
I meant figuratively. I'm not suggesting that you were going to strip. Though no one can see you anyway.
But that'd just be weird! Oh, and Captain Jack says that the police found a clue. A hair.
A hair? Whose?
They don't know yet. Oop, Jack's calling me. Be right back.
Yo! Mysterious Messege Service, how may I help you?
They found the name of the person who belongs to the hair, Jack thought.
Really? Who's is it?
Sounds vaugely like a vitamin. I'm gonna call him Vitaguy!
Jack rolled his eyes. Whatever, would you see if the name means anything to Sarah?
I'm on it!
Hey, does the name Greggor Intellium mean anything to you?
The Narrator could sense the blood draining from Sarah's cheeks. Yeah, he's my ex-husband. Why?
Well, they found one of his hairs at the Crime Scene.
You mean my appartment.
To the Police, they are one and the same.
Suddenly, a voice resounded through the small room.
"Awake, Sarah?" the voice was like tar over broken glass. It was gruffer than Sarah remembered.
"Who's there?" Sarah asked, playing the dumb captive. Smart move. Shut up. Harumph, fine.
Sarah sensed someone behind her, and figured she had to be away from any wall. There was a fumbling at the back of her head, then the blind fold was lifted from her eyes. She blinked in he blinding light.
The dim lightbulb winked down at her, casting shadows through most of the room. She blinked the spots away from her eyes.
"Remember me?" the gravely voice asked, staying behind her so she couldn't see him yet. It didn't matter, she knew who it was.
"It's been a while, Greggor.