Whispers in the Static
Some signals are better left unheard
I was scanning the radio late one night, half-asleep, when I stumbled onto a station filled with static.
Through the crackling, I heard voices—whispering my name.
I laughed it off, thinking it was interference.
But when I turned the radio off, the whispers continued, now inside my room.
When I finally fell asleep, I dreamt of shadowy figures standing around my bed, whispering secrets I wasn't supposed to hear.
I woke up to find the words "DON'T LISTEN" scratched into the wall above my head.
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How to fill a hot water bottle. (Or, How to get through the night.)
1. Go to the cupboard where you keep all the towels and sheets. It's at the top of the stairs. Take a deep breath and roll your shoulders back. For this will take some effort. Reach up and dig into the mountain of materials. Past the scratchy towels, the creased sheets, the mismatched pillowcases, the marooned sock. Keep feeling until you find something somewhat soft. There might be a bit of matting from lack of use. With a slight hardness underneath. Grab onto it. Firmly. Begin to start pulling it out of its hole. Like a game of Jenga, don't let the mountain get on top of you. It helps to use one hand for steadying the mountain and the other hand for gripping on to the hot water bottle. Carefully slide it out. Take your time.
By Sarah O'Grady3 days ago in Fiction
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