WE ARE ALL GOING TO KILL YOU...
"Uh, well, Doctor... it's just that I know. We'll leave it at that: I know."
WE ARE ALL GOING TO KILL YOU, JACK...
"Mm Hmm... I see. So, by no apparent or evident rationale of your own, you have come to the conclusion that the general populous -can I assume that is what you mean?- is going to *ahem* kill you?"
JACK... ALL OF US ARE GOING TO KILL YOU, AND SOON YOU WILL SEE...
"OK, OK, well it's not entirely without basis. I mean, I can... I mean, I do hear... uh... the voices. In my head; the voices that tell me, repeatedly that... well, that they're going to... uh... k-k-ill me; that they're going to kill me and that I-I-I will see. Soon see."
IT IS APPROACHING. WE WILL KILL YOU. AND YOU WILL SOON UNDERSTAND...
"Mr. Davis... Jack, look, it has become much of a cliche to my profession to have people blame any number of deeper issues on hearing disembodied and mysterious voices coercing them into doing something or into having something done to themselves. It's all very common, Jack, and I see no evidence otherwise to assume your case is somehow different or special from any other. However, as I will stipulate, when did you first notice these troublesome voices?"
JACK DAVIS: WE WILL KILL YOU. THE PUNISHMENT SHALL SOON COMMENCE.
"Well, Doctor Torrence, I guess it was about two weeks ago, or so... I think. Yeah, about on the seventh, because that was the day I got that card... that card with the check in it..."
KILL KILL KILL KILL
"A card with a check in it. Hmm... from whom, may I ask"
KILL SOON KILL SOON KILL SOON
"I, uh, don't remember... or really, I just don't know; I didn't know then either, it just came in the mail with a hundred dollar check made out to cash with a small note prompting me to head to, um, where was... oh right... to head to Hanson's Antiques and purchase the silver and red amulet from the front display case. Or, as it put it, "post haste". That means right away, I found out."
WE WILL KILL WE WILL KILL WE WILL KILL
"Mmm, yes it does. So why do you suppose that a strange, nameless card with a check should arrive at your address more or less demanding your immediate purchase of some amulet from a crummy antique distributor?"
IT IS CLOSE WE WILL KILL IT IS CLOSE WE WILL KILL
"I-I-I have no idea... I wasn't out any money from anyone; no one really owed me anything, that I can think of. I don't know... but I did what it said to and bought that weird, old amulet from the store. Funny thing: it was only priced at fifty bucks, I remember that, but I felt that I somehow needed to offer the clerk the entire thing, just to, sort of, get it off his hands... like a tip."
JACK JACK KILL KILL JACK JACK KILL KILL
"Interesting. Is it too much to hope that you have this amulet on your person at this moment?"
WE WILL KILL JACK WE WILL KILL JACK
"Uh yeah... I mean no. It's right here..."
Jack pulled on the gaudy chain that held the weighty amulet around his neck. For a mere moment, the blabbering voices drifted to nothing more than background noise, and Jack was suddenly relieved. The Amulet was roughly the size of a DVD; it had etched on its surface a half dozen runic symbols, a deep ruby background that almost shimmered too much in such dim light, and a black circumference that held several, tiny, deep-red stones. As Jack held it at arms length, it hummed with a vibration one could easily feel deep within the chest, and it was at this that Dr. Torrence clutched himself in terror and fell into the Amulet's depths.