Silent Screaming

Celeste Faust

Era/Setting(s): Modern
Age: 22
Height: 5'6
Build: Slender
Ethnicity: British
Occupation: Researcher - Online content


In her everyday life, Celeste found it easy to stay in her lane, as the kids say. To dig in deep and gather the information she needed to make good content. To inform the masses of what they should or shouldn't be worrying about.

Hell, she even had been contracted by paranormal and religious sites for content because, well, she was very good at what she did, and presenting a facts-based argument (for or against whatever topic it was, depended on who was doing the paying, of course). But when the darkness of evening came and the secret shadows began to creep into her mind, it was more difficult to ignore the little voices.

Everyone has little voices. Some people call them your conscience, some people say it's an angel, or a demon or devil... but Celeste's voices were a little different than the norm. Hers told her to scrub things until they were completely clean of even the thought of a germ or microbe. They told her to turn the light switch off and on 23 times. They told her the number 13 was absolutely going to lead to some terrible atrocity, and most of all, they told her that other people were dangerous.

Of course, being that she lived in a big city, she didn't have to go out to shop for groceries or to buy clothes -- the advance of technology was amazing. . . but she did have to interact with delivery drivers, and with the people who hired her and that was terrifying.

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