Whispers

In the early morning
I can hear a small whispering voice
That's not my own
I don't know where it's coming from
Everything is normal except for the whisper
All day long it's fine
About 4 hours till night fall
It starts to get dark the a strange fog
Caring that whispering voice I hear
With each second passing
 I feel a cold wind blowing ever so lightly and
the fog coming closer I hear whispers and screams
I shiver but not the good kind of shivers
A shiver that tells me to run
I'm frozen still
The fog is almost at my house
I turn to run
And I feel a hand on me
I turn to look and scream
As something in the fog says boo