He Who Dwells Inside – November Writing Challenge 18

Hello once again, and now that we’re getting into the closing stages of the challenge, I want to say a massive thank you to everyone that’s joined me on this ride so far. It’s been immense and at times a struggle.

The prompt for today is there are demons inside us all, provided today by Tim!


If someone had told me that I’d be waking up with a niggling voice in my head, they wouldn’t be wrong. But I thought that would have been my inner voice telling me that I need to pay my rent or to drop £50 to buy that new videogame.

I didn’t expect a literal person talking to me.

The last thing I did before I slept the previous night was watching some show about people trying to change the world through philanthropy. I mean, I was intrigued, but I was too exhausted. It was safe to say I wanted to go to bed, but instead, I slept on the sofa.

The next morning, I woke up in bed with a pounding headache. Which was strange, considering I hadn’t fallen asleep in bed – unless I was sleepwalking again? Surely not!

You fool! It was me!

I couldn’t place the voice, it certainly wasn’t mine. But I ignored it and got up to take a shower. I felt my hair, and it was surprisingly still damp. I still trudged on, needing to brush my teeth at least.

But…there were red stains on the mirror. How? I kept everything meticulous! I even ironed my socks every day! I scrubbed away the stains until there was no hint of them left, and I set to brushing my teeth and brushed my hair afterwards.

The next thing I did was head to the living room and turned on the news, where I found a breaking news segment:

BREAKING NEWS: FEMINISM SPOKESPERSON FOUND DEAD

‘Lana Ellis, the woman who helped change the feminist wave, has been found dead in the Central Area fountain earlier this morning. A dog-walker found the body, which had been beaten before being drowned.’

My heart sank. The cultural phenomenon these days was to ‘cancel’ anyone with an opposing view, and feminists were the new kind of people everyone feared, for the wrong reasons. The feminist wave took flight, but there were opponents to it.

Bitch had it coming!

It was that voice again. The shifty-sounding voice that concerned me earlier. It spoke in a gruff manner, like an old man that hadn’t showered in a month. I scrunched my nose, before deciding to get dressed and head out for the day.

The day was overcast, raining, and I’d had a jacket underneath my coat. I felt too warm, I knew I would collapse at some point if I didn’t rest and de-layer. The voice in my head, screaming at me, wasn’t helping.

You’re in so much shit! You’re in so much shit! They’re going to come after you! Ha, ha!

I tried to drown out the voice, but there was no use. As I staggered forward to the bench, I tripped over a pothole and everything fell to black.

It was completely dark when I awoke next, back in my bed in my flat. I was more dishevelled this time, and I felt dampness on my face and fingers.

It’s great to kill through you!

I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

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