Noises in the Dark

 

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Introduction

    Imagine... You're just driving along, belting out the lyrics to some of your favorite songs on your favorite radio station. The farther that you get from the town that you reside in, the more static-y the station becomes. This isn't a problem though, because it happens to the best of them. You're hesitant to change the station though, because it's your absolute favorite. Everything else has bad music or too many commercials or hosts that talk too much. 

    It's been an inner struggle for at least five miles now. The farther that you get the closer you are to hitting the scan button or just turning the CD on.

    Finally, finally you have made a decision, defeat not seeming so bad as the station has barely been coming in to play even half of a song at this point. But, just as your finger is about to hit the CD button (Why waste your time trying to find a good station in a place that you don’t know that well, and that you’ll only be in range of for a few more miles?) the radio goes to absolute static. The white noise is kind of creepy, sending chills down your spine because of the horror movies that you’ve watched or books that you’ve read. You start thinking that you can hear something in the fuzzy haze, but it’s only your ears playing tricks on you… Or is it?

                You are just barely looking at the road now as your eyes keep flickering towards the radio even though there is nothing to see. Your heart is racing despite not being in any immediate danger. Your palms are getting sweaty, and you're spending more time drying them on jeans than to gripe the steering wheel. Because the cruise wasn’t on the speed of the car is fluctuating so much that the drivers behind are taking crazy chances to pass.

                Soon, you’re alone on the road. It’s beginning to flatten out here, and yet there are no cars in either way for as far as you can see, even though it’s midday and there should be at least a farmer. This doesn’t seem to bother you though, because you’re straining your hearing to see if there really is a sound coming from the speakers, something intelligible underneath the garble of the static. Whatever it is, a reality or imagination, it’s mocking you relentlessly. You’ve thought of pulling over, but the idea sends your pulse into hyper drive and makes you almost dizzy with anxiety. It’s almost as if you’re afraid that it you stop whatever it is will catch up to you.

                Finally, you do decide to stop. As soon you do, however, the world is tossed into deep, collecting shadows, and the sound on the other end becomes painfully clear.

                Whatever it is, whoever it is, is saying one thing louder and louder every time.

                Your name. And your name alone.

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