Chapter 31: The Whispering Walls 3
"No, John, they're real," said the second figure, her voice calm and collected. "And they're about to take you away."
She reached out and placed a hand on his forehead. John felt a strange energy surge through him. He saw a vision: the city, the forest, the abyss, the whispering trees, Edward Grey, the symbols on the wall.
"It's a trap," John said, his voice weak. "They're trying to lure us in."
"We know," the first figure said, his eyes fixed on John. "We're here to help you."
The walls of the hospital room continued to shake. The lights flickered and faded. The air filled with a low, pulsating hum. The tunnel that had opened up in the wall was growing larger, its mouth gaping open like a giant maw.
Suddenly, the ground around them began to give way. The room was crumbling. The ceiling began to collapse.
"Get back!" Bassett shouted, his voice a mixture of urgency and fear. "They're trying to seal us in!"
They were trapped. They were being sealed in. The Whisperers were closing in on them. And it was too late to escape.
"This is it," John whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "The end."
The two figures stepped closer to John.
"It's okay, John," the first figure said, his voice deep and menacing. "We're here to help you. We're here to guide you home."
But as he spoke, John could feel a wave of unease wash over him. He could feel a presence watching him, a presence that was not human.
"They're not real," John whispered, his voice trembling. "They're just a dream. They're just in my head."
The second figure shook her head gently. "No, John. They're real. And they're very dangerous."
Just then, the tunnel behind them began to glow. A pulsating light emanated from its depths. The air filled with a low, humming sound. The symbols on the wall glowed brighter.
"They're opening the portal," Dr. Thorne said, her voice a hushed whisper. "It's happening."
The two figures stepped closer to John, their eyes fixed on him.
"It's okay, John," the first figure said, his voice deep and menacing. "We're here to help you. We're here to guide you home."
John felt a wave of terror wash over him. He could feel himself being drawn toward the tunnel. He could feel a presence watching him, a presence that was not human.
"They're not real," John whispered, his voice trembling. "They're just a dream. They're just in my head."
"No, John, they're real," said the second figure, her voice calm and collected. "And they're about to take you away."
She reached out and placed a hand on his forehead. John felt a strange energy surge through him. He saw a vision: the city, the forest, the abyss, the whispering trees, Edward Grey, the symbols on the wall.
"It's a trap," John said, his voice weak. "They're trying to lure us in."
"We know," said the first figure, his eyes fixed on John. "We're here to help you." He stepped closer, his voice a low growl. "We're here to guide you home."
The walls of the hospital room continued to shake. The lights flickered and faded. The air filled with a low, pulsating hum. The tunnel that had opened up in the wall was growing larger, its mouth gaping open like a giant maw.
Suddenly, the ground around them began to give way. The room was crumbling. The ceiling began to collapse.
"Get back!" Bassett shouted, his voice a mixture of urgency and fear. "They're trying to seal us in!"
They were trapped. They were being sealed in. The Whisperers were closing in on them. And it was too late to escape.
"This is it," John whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "The end."
The two figures stepped closer to John.
"It's okay, John," the first figure said, his voice deep and menacing. "We're here to help you. We're here to guide you home." He extended his hand towards John. "Come with us. We'll take care of you."
John could feel a sense of dread, a sense of impending doom. The tunnel was growing larger. It was as if the city itself were breathing, its interior shifting and changing.
"We know you are real," said the second figure, her voice calm and collected. "We're here to help you. We're here to stop them. We are your protectors, John. We will guide you home. We're here to take you away."
John's heart pounded in his chest, his eyes fixed on the two figures. He felt uneasy, unsure. The tunnel was growing larger, the lights were fading. The sound of the humming was intensifying.
"Come with us," said the first figure, his voice deep and menacing. He leaned closer to John. "Come with us, John. We'll take care of you."
The second figure placed a hand on John's shoulder, her eyes fixed on him. "We'll protect you, John. We'll keep you safe."
"Who are you?" John said, his voice trembling. "What do you want?"
The first figure smiled, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light. "We are your guardians, John. We are here to shield you from the darkness. We are here to take you home."
"My guardians? What are your names?" John asked, his voice barely above a whisper.