I Hit Play. Something Hit Back.
A forgotten diary. A voice you weren’t meant to hear.
I’ve been working on something.
A new podcast. Something I recorded a while back and finally decided to drop.
The first episode airs this Friday.
I queued it up… just to hear how it sounded.
But when I hit play —
something didn’t feel right.
Something didn’t sound like me.
The pauses.
The tone.
The space between the words.
I don’t remember saying it like that.
I don’t remember the static.
I know it’s my voice.
But it feels like something else is in it now.
I uploaded something.
No episode number.
Just a title that feels more like a warning than a name.
You’ll know which one.
The voice starts before the sound does.
Anyway…
It’s scheduled. I’m letting it drop.
You’ll hear it Friday.
It’s called Twisted Night Tales.
🎧 https://beacons.ai/twistednighttales
You tell me if it sounds off.
Or if I’m just hearing things.
About the Creator
Ena Marrow
I don’t write fiction.
I just remember what you tried to forget.
Psychological horror. Audio hauntings.
🎧 twistednighttales.beacons.ai
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