I hear voices, but I am afraid to open the attic trapdoor. Afraid of what I will find.
So I do nothing. Lie awake. Still afraid.
I hear voices, but the silence is worse. The silence is worse because that is when they speak in hushed tones so I can not hear. That is when they plot.
I hear voices, but I am afraid to open the attic trapdoor. Instead I press my ear to the wood and wonder who they are and what plans they are making, down there.