What I have now to recount is so astonishing, even to me, that I am unable to devise a suitable method of leading up to it. How to weave this incident smoothly into the fabric of my narrative, so as to ease for the reader the shock it registered upon my own disbelieving mind? The thing eludes me. There is nothing else for it. I must jump in boldly. I must state the bare fact in plain language.
There was a voice.
It came from the other side of the wall. I heard it distinctly. No discernible words, but a human voice. Of that I am sure.
How did it happen? I will tell you. There came a lull in the scraping and tapping. After that, a brief silence. Then the voice spoke. I could not understand what it said, but I could tell that it was very close. My spine tingled at the sound.
It tingles still …
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