'Murderer' He Whispered

4

"That must have been horrifying!" Christie's voice rang throughout the house, startling Megan slightly as they sat together in her home.

The exhausted woman merely nodded her head with barely any energy left in her as Christie stared at her with wide eyes from across the kitchen table. She hated recounting what happened in the early hours of that morning to her best friend, but she had to get it off her chest to someone - someone who wouldn't mark her off as going completely insane.

"I'm surprised none of the girls heard me screaming when I reached for the radio" Megan let out a small chuckle that felt dry and heavy on her tongue. She took a mouthful of her extra strong coffee to try and mask it, although she made sure to drink the decaffeinated version this time, hoping it'd lessen her nerves and paranoia.

"I honestly don't know how you do it, Megs. I'd have had the whole neighbourhood up if that had been me. My screams would have reached the other side of town!"

Megan smiled - a smile that she didn't have to force onto her chapped lips for once after weeks of not being able to muster up a even a simple grin. She was thankful Christie was always there for her, comforting her whenever she needed it. She wished her girls would talk to Christie more, especially now after everything that happened. The woman might be able to help console them.

"I've always wondered what it feels like to have a lucid dream. I know there's different instructions on how to have one that you can find on the Internet, but I'm always too scared to try it, in case I witness something terrifying that I couldn't wait up from again!" Christie explained in a panicked laugh as she rubbed the back of her neck nervously.

Listening to her, Megan felt a pang of disappointment kick her hard in the stomach. Christie thinks what happened to me had just been a lucid nightmare.

The tired woman slapped herself mentally in the face. Was she seriously thinking that what happened wasn't a nightmare? That it was real? Megan knew it was absurd and absolutely stupid, but what if what happened hadn't been a nightmare at all? What if it was real? All of it. But how could that even be possible?

Megan began biting down on her bottom lip again while she reluctantly replayed what happened in the early hours of that morning back in her mind. She didn't remember waking up in a fright at any moment, nor had it been sleep paralysis as she'd been moving the entire time, and she was able to speak - even though it was to a radio that she was sure had been talking directly to her. And besides, how did the radio end up on the bed if she'd been sleeping? Megan had never sleepwalked before in her life, and she certainly didn't she think she had suddenly started now.

So, it was all real?...

"Megs, are you feeling okay? What do you mean 'the radio was talking to you?'"

Blinking hard, Megan looked up sharply at Christie before realising that she'd been talking out loud about what she'd seen and heard all that time.

"Ah, n-nothing!" Megan stuttered heavily before breaking eye contact with the worried woman's gaze. She weaved her shaking index finger in between the strands of her blonde hair, leaving a slippery feeling on her fingertips that made Megan click her tongue in disgust at herself as she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a shower.

After a moment, she plucked up the courage to peer back up at Christie. Forgetting her embarrassment mere seconds ago, Megan began envying how beautiful her best friend was.

The woman that looked so much younger than Megan always was and always kept herself clean and neat looking. Her ash-brown hair was washed everyday and straightened to help keep the layers that her hairdresser always cut through her hair in place. She always wore makeup that made her shining skin look natural and untouched, and her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight wherever she went.