The Invisible Army

"Rose!"
I whip round to see nothing but a deserted street.
Nobody's there.
Who called my name?
Oh well... they'll phone me later if they need to.
I walk on. The streets are eerily quiet.
Nothing but the sound of my own footsteps can be heard.
Nothing.
What's that?
I come to an abrupt halt.
Hang on, there is something else.
With my ears straining to catch the slightest murmur of a sound, I gently lean forward.
There it is; a faint monotone created solely of whispers.
Who is it?
More to the point, where are they?
I can't see anyone besides my dim, flickering shadow cast long by a nearby streetlight.
As I walk on, the whispers get louder.
I'm getting closer.
Louder and louder.
Closer.
Closer...
"Rose!"
I twist round faster than lightning itself; fear coursing through my veins.
"Who are you?" I bellow in response.
"I can see you."
They taunt me. Trying not to rise to it, I tell them where to go and continue my journey.
Footsteps run towards me.
For the last time, I spin round, fully expecting to see a figure just behind me.
Nobody.
I can still hear heavy breathing, the whispers, even the footsteps.
"Rose!"
"Rose!"
"Rose!"
So many voices, all getting louder.
Louder and closer.
Where are they?
Why can't I see them?
There must be hundreds of different voices now, all swarming over me like a woven veil; suffocating me to my very soul.
The noise is intense.
I crouch down in the deserted street, the invisible army smothering me.
Salty tears trickle down from my eyes.
I am engulfed.
Engulfed by voices.
Voices in my head.
Whispering, calling my name, footsteps.
They were the voices that I heard.