i would rather hear the ringing
I DO BELIEVE THAT THOSE ARE CALLED HORRORTERRORS
I DO BELIEVE YOU’RE RIGHT
We call that the angel radio..
It was a joke. I’d started listening as a joke.
I wasn’t prepared for actually hearing things.
Of course, when I did start hearing little snips of conversation, I had to keep trying, I had to know what they were talking about. I had to listen closer.
But then, of course, they started noticing me.
For a while I spent quite a lot of time with headphones in, blocking out any semblance of silence - hoping that, maybe, if I didn’t listen for long enough they’d stop noticing me.
But there’s no such thing as a voice without a body. So even when I can’t hear them, I still know where they are, I still know they can see me just like I’ve started to be able to see them.
I don’t know very much about them. All I know is that every time I see one of them a chill runs down my spine and all I want to do is vanish. All I know is that I can’t stop seeing them because I’m addicted to their voices like it’s the air I breathe, and not listening is slowly growing impossible.
They’ve noticed me now, and I have no way to go back. All I can do is try to be careful.
Don’t listen to them. Or do. Just don’t get caught.