Ragatha sat at the edge of her bed, gently clutching the sides of her arms in some attempt to comfort herself. Two weeks. Two weeks ago she started hearing... whispers. Light though avoidable voices that echoed in her head occasionally. The whispering got louder and louder over those two weeks, eventually becoming full sentences, then paragraphs. She was convinced that she was losing her mind, her sanity slipping away from her. ...The bell to her door forced her attention up.