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The Voice.

At first it was just a whisper, difficult to hear. Straining my ears did not help much I was subjected to first the whispers than as time went on it got worse and worse. What had I done to deserve such treatment? I am a quiet good-tempered person and am certainly not used to this kind of voice torture. That is what this is, torture the whispering was interlaced with whistling. The sort of whistling that goes through to marrow and bone. I thought that it was my ears, later I thought that my brain was producing the noises. Strangely enough no one apart from me heard this noise. Now I too am beginning to think that something is not quite right in my head.

With the aid of sleeping tablets I did manage to cut out most of the noise during the night. As soon as I opened my eyes it started off again, if anything noisier than before. A friend gave me a pair of earplugs that played music. This was a good solution for a while then the noise welded in with the music. I reluctantly gave the earplugs back to my friend and took to wearing a home made, what I called a sound blocker. An old pair of earphones from an old wireless set with my ears plugged with a mixture of wax and cotton wool pushed deep down into my ear channels. The earphones covered up the mess that I had stuffed into my ears. Many were the comments as I walked down the street. It made me look a fool but anything is better than the Voice with its whistling, howling noise coming through to my ears.

The Ear Specialist could find nothing wrong with my ears. Even the psychiatrist could find nothing wrong with my head. In desperation, I went to a sauna; I thought that a good immersion in steam would at least for a time stop the noise in my ears. I undressed and naked as I was I entered the steamy atmosphere. For a while there was no noise to be heard. Then the door to the sauna opened and a head popped in and said, “You have dropped this in his hand he held a small ear plug. Oh! This was with it. Another what looked like an earplug? He came closer to me and held the two earplugs in his outstretched hand. Something warned me not to reach out for the two earplugs. Loudly I called out “They do not belong to me, you had better keep them or hand them over to the Police. I have no need for earplugs, my ears are both in perfect order.” The man left the sauna and it did not take long for me to have a cold shower, dress myself and leave the Sauna by the back door. I am happy to be able to tell you that the noise, the terrible noise stopped at the very time that I had told the stranger in the Sauna that the earplugs did not belong to me.

Now I am wondering why did this man a stranger choose me for his infernal noise of whistling and whatever it was that he done to make such a noise. I know that I had never met the man before. Was he a devil out of hell sent to upset me? I am still wondering. I hope that he never comes across me again a second bout of noise like that is enough for one person. If such a thing happens to you, or you, be on the look out for a strange man who knows perhaps he is from Hell your scribbler Bern.