[Dream] - Evil

A young man has worked out how to talk to evil spirits. You have to use a raspy voice, high in the hertz.

He screws his face up as he demonstrates. Listening to his voice, I feel the world change a little, like something new is looking our way, the way a bear might look at ripe fruit hanging high in a tree. Or it's like a window has been pushed open a few inches and a distant wind blows through our world.

As I hang up washing, I hear someone complaining about me. They are saying that I am evil. 

I finish hanging the washing.