Everything was okay until we moved into the house in Laguna. About a week later, a new voice came.” “A new voice… Was it always the same voice before?” Bates catches on quickly. “No, but there were three that were always there.” I lick my lips, not ready to tell them that their voices are the ones I grew up hearing. “The new voice was… mean. It said things that scared me, and I would run to my parents’ room.”
