Hearing Voices

I am standing on the airport train platform at Oslo airport.

I hear a woman whispering. I cannot clearly make out what she is saying.

She is speaking softly, in a slow, articulate, deliberate and monotone cadence.

“SOME PEOPLE TRAVEL ALONE…”

I look around. I appear to be the only person on the train platform. A chill tingles down my spine.

It has finally happened. I have been waiting for this day for years, anxiously, but knowing it would arrive.

I have finally gone fucking bonkers.

I am hearing crazy chick voices in my head. They have come back to haunt me.

“SOME PEOPLE ARE IN A HURRY AND PAY NO ATTENTION TO OTHERS…”

The voice is picking on me. It is right out of a scary horror flick. I cannot even watch scary horror flicks. They, well, scare the bejesus out of me!

The whispering starts again, this time in Norwegian. I crack a smile. I am relieved. I may be going bonkers but my brain is not clever enough to scare me in a foreign language. Hehehe, gotchya!

I look up. There is a proximity sensor inside a small dome with a speaker. I am standing directly under the dome and have activated the sensor. It is art. It is pretty fucking freaky art.

4 young beauties arrive and stand in front of me. They are giggling and enjoying their own company.

The whispering starts. Each of them looks around, and looks at me. I am deadpan. They look confused.

One of them walks a bit closer, inspecting me as if I was the source of whispering. I curse myself for not having paid more attention in Ventriloquy class in high school, this is a great spoof.

She looks up, sees the apparatus, looks at me and smiles.

“Freaky eh, I thought I was hearing voices in my head,” says me.

She looks at me sympathetically as if this is wholly plausible. We laugh.

The scary art has transformed to funny art.

Nice. An inspiration.

I make plans to digitally sample spooky voices on my phone. I will scare the shit out of my godchildren. By gods life can be fun at times.

Beaverboosh