[ WP ] `` kill the child . it 's the right thing to do . ''

The wind whipped into Phil Crass, causing his baggy clothes to move along his body like a wave of water. The knife felt oddly warm in his clenched hand as though it were a part of his body. 
 
 The whispers continued, cutting through his thoughts. `` Kill the child. It's the right thing to do.'' 
 
 It was three months ago when Phil started to hear them. He had started to see a shrink who said he had to have Schizophrenia. The plan was to give Phil Crass prescription pills that would make them stop. 
 
 They never did. If anything, they became louder. 2:00 this morning, Phil was awoken with the voices saying something different. 
 
 `` In the forest where she died.'' 
 
 When he had come here, Phil did not really believe he would find anything. It was really just to get out of the house and keep his mind occupied. He had not been here since Mary died about a year ago. Both he and the doctor believed his girlfriend's death had caused these delusions. 
 
 `` So what happens if I go looking for her?'' Phil asked himself, yet, he could not stop himself from going. 
 
 When he arrived, there was some barely audible chanting in the distance, followed by a scream. The first thought was for Phil to drive to the screaming, but there were too many trees. He had to run. 
 
 As he got closer, the chanting became louder as the screaming became quieter. Eventually, the lights of his car went out, leaving him in complete darkness. Why had n't he at least leave the door open?! 
 
 Suddenly, he could see a small fire in the distance. Then, slowly, he could make out two people, a man and a woman, lying around it. They were all dead, with blood leaking out of their eyes, noses, and mouths. 
 
 Then he heard it. 
 
 There was the sound of someone giggling. Quiet at first, but quickly getting louder, Phil knew that it belonged to a child. Seeing a knife near one of the bodies, Phil picked it up and began marching toward the giggling. 
 
 He could barely feel himself move, as though he was being controlled by something else. He allowed the giggling to guide him to where he needed to go. He suddenly tripped over something and felt a cool, ice cold liquid engulf his torso. He screamed as he ripped himself out of the lake and jumped out. 
 
 Suddenly, the laughter stopped. 
 
 `` This is where she died is n't it?'' Phil heard in a small girl's voice. 
 
 `` Yes, it is.'' Phil said barely keeping himself from crying at the thought. 
 
 `` How?'' 
 
 `` She drowned.'' Phil told the creature. 
 
 `` This is where I died too.'' He heard before a light suddenly lit the area. Phil had to cover his eyes for a second before they became adjusted and he could see where the light came from. 
 
 He saw a girl at around the age of twelve with long black hair and piercing blue eyes. She had a fresh wound in her left cheek which bled profusely and dripped down her face onto the dead, yellow grass beneath her. 
 
 There was a gaping hole in her chest, where Phil could see bone and he could hear a small pumping that he knew to be her heart beating. In her left hand, she held the flashlight she used to illuminate the area. 
 
 `` I did n't drown.'' She said. 
 
 `` How are you... back?'' Phil asked, keeping his eyes away from the girl's chest wound. 
 
 `` My parents always did this sort of thing.'' The girl said before chuckling. `` You should have seen their faces.'' 
 
 `` You killed them.'' 
 
 `` They MURDERED ME! Left me in a lake with a knife sticking out.'' She pointed at Phil's hand, `` THAT KNIFE!'' She paused for a second, staring Phil. `` You wan na kill me too.'' 
 
 `` Can you bring her back.'' Phil asked. The girl looked at him confused before sputtering, 
 
 `` Yes, of course I can.'' But Phil knew she was lying. He charged at her. 
 
 An hour later, Phil was driving back home. The voices had stopped, but no one ever needed to know how.
