Saturday's Storyteller: "Only the insomniacs hear the whispers in the walls."
by Belinda Roddie One am Only the insomniacs hear the whispers in the walls. Can you hear them, too? It starts with a lot of scratching. Like a cat trying to paw its way into your room, noiselessly wailing at the closed door. Noiselessly wailing. You can't hear the sound, but you can. You can. You can. I have listened to these whispers for twenty years. For a while, I didn't think it was in my tongue. Slowly, though, I have grown to understand the words. I know one phrase they always utter, incompletely, without an ending. "Did you know? Did you know? Did you know that Two am only the insomniacs hear the whispers in the walls? We have messages for them. All of them. The first is this: Don't go to sleep. Sleep brings about dreams. Dreams are only fragments of a reality you wish you had. There are ghosts in dreams. The dead return in dreams. You fall in love with the wrong people in dreams. Kiss them in dreams. Fornicate with them in dreams. Have their ba