Familiar voices sweep across the room. These voices would instill fear into whatever it comes across - human or spirit. The choleric tone in the voices signaled the rage at which these voices were projected.
"Freya. Freya. Freeeeeeyaaaaa" the voices fumed, expressing fretful irratation and anger.
The room was large, with just one person in it. Bags, and all other properties that make up a room weren't that much, at least, for a girl's room.
Freya's body shook in fear, the hairs on her arm erected, due to the heavy amount of adrenaline produced in her body.
"No, no. Not again. Leave me alone! Let me be!" she growled.
Freya's rant filled the whole room, causing the voices to stop.
Standing by the window, Freya's eyes ran over the view in front of her. Her house was just a few kilometers away from the famous Lake Michigan. She lived in Mackinaw City, Michigan, and had a clear view of the lake from her window.
(A bird dashes across the air with a screeching voice. It's feathers grazing Freya's window)
Freya observes with her eyes wide open.
"That's not weird. I mean, its just a bird. Of course. A Seychelles parakeet, which should be extinct just flew across my window, with a loud cry, even touching my window with its feathers, shouldn't be weird at all. Oh my god, Seychelles Parakeet bird is extinct. This is...Holy shit. It's not like this is the first time an angry bird has flew across my window. It's just, what could a bird which is supposed to be extinct be doing outside of my window?"
(Freya sighs)
"You know what? Whatever. Just whatever" She said.
As Freya turns backwards to whatever the hell she wanted to do next, the voices came back.
Fiercer. Louder. Scarier.
It wasn't just one voice. They were so many - like a bunch of crazy people calling out her name, without caution.
Freya puts her hands over her ears, trying to block the sound waves. But, it was too much.
The voices penetrates through Freya's soft fingers, and bangs even louder on her ears.
They only said one word, pronounced one name, but it wasn't in unison.
"Freya...Freeeyaaaa...Freyaaaaa" They continued.
Freya yells, her screams shake her house, pulling off some loose strings.
****(Downstairs)****
(Two figures, male and female, stand across each other. It seems they were getting into a fight, or arguing)
"Now, there she goes again. Your daughter is definitely crazy" A very hairy man, in his forties, huffed.
"You know, if you cared just a little. Maybe she wouldn't be this messed up" Freya's mother, Rebecca, whinged.
Mr. Adams laughs out loudly, ridiculing Freya's mom.
"Care about Freya? She's crazy, and should be thrown out of this house, so we get some peace and quiet"
"You're unbelievable" Rebecca walks out on him, running up the stairs, to Freya.
*******
"Freya, Darling. Are you alright?" she asked, rushing to Freya, who was on the floor, hair scattered, clothes torn, and face, looking puzzled.
"Oh my darling. You will be alright. You are going to be fine" Rebecca assures, picking Freya up from the floor.
Freya grabs her mom, and hugs her tightly, enough to make her mom feel uncomfortable. But Rebecca lets Freya in, and hugs her even more tightly.
"It came mom. The voices. They were like the voices of so many people, calling my name, loud and clear. I'm scared mom, I'm terrified" Freya said, through the tears that gushed out of her eyes.
"It's okay. Don't cry. You're an adult now, okay. Big girls like you don't cry"
(Freya cuts the hug a little bit, to look at her mom right in the eyes)
"You weren't here mom. You didn't hear them. First I saw a Seychelles parakeet, and then the voices became worse. It was scarier than before mom. They or whatever the voices are, are pissed at me. I did nothing mom. Please tell them"
"It's fine now darling. Mummy is here now, okay? No voices anymore" Rebecca took her back into her embrace.
****
(soft knocks on the door)
Mr. Adams moves grudgingly to get it.
"Well, hello there. Miss Maya Carson" He welcomes her, grinning widely and ridiculously.
"It's Mrs. You are aware of the fact that I'm married, and just Mrs. Carson is fine. You don't have to say my full name out loud"
"I prefer Maya. Please come in Maya"
(Maya ambles in)
"I heard the screams. Is Freya alright?"
(Mr. Adams temporarily ignores the question, taking his time to stare at Maya's curvy body through her clothes instead)
"You know Freya. She freaks out easily, even for the littlest things"
(Maya looks around, folding her arms)
"I just want to know if she's okay. Can I see her?" She requests.
(Would you look at that body. Hell, Maya has got the curves of a sex goddess. Dude, whatever clothes she's on can't even hide how huge those butt cheeks are. And her boobs...hell! This woman got me thirsty for her body) Mr. Adams lusts over Maya.
(He gets behind her quickly, and moves forward slowly)
"You care so much about Freya, and you're just our neighbour. Perhaps I can reward you for that" Mr. Adams suggests, moving closer to her butt cheeks, trying to get the feeling of it grazing his manhood.
(He moves further a little, and boom, he gets to graze her butt, and uses the opportunity to feel her boobs through her clothes)
Maya doesn't know what's happening until she feels a hard penis, pressing against her butt, and hands on her boobs. This gets her horny, so she let it for about five seconds.
"Get off me, old man!"
(Mr. Adams ignores her. He applies more pressure, pressing harder against her butt, and fingering her nipples at the same time. At this point, he was moaning as hell because he got the feeling he had been longing for)
"I said, get off me!" Maya yells loudly, enough to get Rebecca's attention.
(Rebecca storms out of Freya's room)
"What's going on here?" She barked, looking at both Maya and Mr. Adams demanding an explanation.
(Mr. Adams of course, had let go, the instant he noticed Rebecca's presence)
"Your husband harassed me sexually" Maya blurts out.
(Rebecca sighs, shaking her head slowly)
"Of course he did. And you, you just went along with it, didn't you?"
"Wait. What! Why did you think I screamed? For fun? I'm pressing charges" Maya notified.
Mr. Adams had to come in, "Come on love. You know you enjoyed my hard dick grazing your booty, didn't you? We can settle this amicably, without involving the police"
"You're crazy. A crazy, naughty, old man. Your wife is standing across you, yet you're saying this. You're sick" Maya says, walking out of the house.
Rebecca and her flirt of a husband is left in the sitting room, staring at each other. Actually, Rebecca was the one doing most of the staring.
Mr. Adams just kept humming his sick favorite song whenever he was in an awkward situation.
"We have nothing to talk about" Rebecca speaks up first.
"You're right. We don't owe shit to each other" Mr. Adams attempts to leave for the kitchen, to get something to drink.
"Our daughter is sick Adams. Freya is in so much pain. You are her dad, Adams. You married me a virgin, and you're the only one that fucked me until I had, we had, Freya. She is your daughter, your flesh and blood. Why do you suck at being a father, and a husband?" Rebecca asks rhetorically.
(Adams keep humming, after which he gets tired, and speaks up)
"You make me sick to my stomach. You both! That's why I suck" rasped Adams, as he walked haughtily away from Rebecca.
(Rebecca grips his shirt)
"Sign the divorce papers then, you shithead"
"And if I say I don't want to?"
"You must. Sign it, and get the hell out of our lives"
"You're going to have to drag me out yourself. Ha ha" He frees himself from Rebecca's grip.