# 3+ Hours of CHILLING Horror Stories to listen to while slowly realizing that Christmas is coming

An episode of [CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio](https://invisiblenetwork.ai/podcast/1492008134), 16 Dec 2025, 3 h 16 min.

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## Transcript

[0:02] Speaker 1: I never thought i'd see half the town show up
[0:04] Speaker 1: to bury a man nobody actually liked. Ricky Helden wasn't
[0:09] Speaker 1: a monster or anything. He was one of those loud,
[0:12] Speaker 1: broad shouldered firemen who made every story about himself, the
[0:17] Speaker 1: kind of guy who'd tell you about a house fire
[0:19] Speaker 1: he'd put out in eight like it was Vietnam. Still,
[0:24] Speaker 1: he'd been part of the fabric of this place, and
[0:27] Speaker 1: in small towns, even the people you don't love feel
[0:30] Speaker 1: like pillars. But the mood at his funeral wasn't grief.
[0:37] Speaker 1: It was fear. There were no tears. Instead, people watched on, whispering,
[0:44] Speaker 1: glancing over shoulders at shadows that weren't there. To the side,
[0:49] Speaker 1: Missus Harlan kept repeating, it's earlier than last time. Two
[0:55] Speaker 1: older men stood behind me near the tree line, speaking
[0:59] Speaker 1: low as the past droned on. It started again, twenty
[1:04] Speaker 1: seven years, like clockwork, thought would get more time. I
[1:11] Speaker 1: pretended not to hear. I grew up listening to this
[1:15] Speaker 1: kind of nonsense, stories about the black cycle, about the curse,
[1:20] Speaker 1: about how every twenty seven years someone would dine in
[1:24] Speaker 1: a way that didn't belong to the world. To me,
[1:28] Speaker 1: it was always just superstition layered over tragedy. Small towns
[1:33] Speaker 1: loved patterns, even if they had to invent them. But
[1:39] Speaker 1: this time, This time felt different because nobody had an
[1:45] Speaker 1: explanation for how Rick burned to death inside an empty
[1:49] Speaker 1: grain silo. There wasn't an investigation, no state fire marshal, nothing.
[1:56] Speaker 1: All he got was a close casket funeral and a
[1:59] Speaker 1: quick burial before anyone outside town could ask questions, and
[2:05] Speaker 1: the siloh itself. I drove past it on the way
[2:08] Speaker 1: to the service. The whole structure had been reduced to
[2:12] Speaker 1: a perfect black circle of ash on the ground, like
[2:16] Speaker 1: someone had dropped a giant branding iron on it. Rick
[2:19] Speaker 1: had been in the center. I was left of him anyway.
[2:25] Speaker 1: After the service, people lingered in clusters, talking like frightened cattle.
[2:31] Speaker 1: Then the whispering started. It's the vault, the vaults waking up.
[2:39] Speaker 1: That's when I knew I wouldn't sleep if I didn't
[2:42] Speaker 1: see the sight myself. I waited until sundown, until the
[2:47] Speaker 1: sheriff's car was gone and the road was empty, then
[2:51] Speaker 1: drove out to what was left of Holden silo. The
[2:55] Speaker 1: fields were quiet, the air unnaturally still. The ash circle
[3:01] Speaker 1: felt wrong. It didn't look charred in the way you'd expect,
[3:08] Speaker 1: more like the ground had melted. I crouched, brushing my
[3:12] Speaker 1: fingers across the surface. The concrete was glassy and smooth,
[3:17] Speaker 1: fused into a dark, rippled shape, and in the center,
[3:22] Speaker 1: where Rick had died, the scorch marks curved into an oval,
[3:27] Speaker 1: wide at the ends, narrow in the middle, jagged around
[3:31] Speaker 1: the edges, almost like teeth, a mouth an open one.
[3:39] Speaker 1: I stood slowly, feeling a cold bloom in my chest,
[3:44] Speaker 1: like recognition, though I didn't know why. I left. Before
[3:49] Speaker 1: my mind could make sense of what I'd seen that night,
[3:54] Speaker 1: I dreamt I was underground. I wasn't buried in dirt,
[3:58] Speaker 1: buried in bone, in a coffin made of interlocking teeth,
[4:04] Speaker 1: and above me, something massive exhaled, something waiting and hungry.
[4:17] Speaker 1: I didn't go to work the next day. Every time
[4:20] Speaker 1: I closed my eyes, I saw that shape burned into
[4:24] Speaker 1: the silo floor, those jagged edges, that impossible symmetry, like
[4:29] Speaker 1: a fossil of something that had taken a bite out
[4:32] Speaker 1: of the world. So instead of clocking in at my
[4:35] Speaker 1: job at the hardware store, I drove to the town museum.
[4:40] Speaker 1: It was like an overgrown attic, cold, dusty, full of
[4:44] Speaker 1: things nobody wanted to throw away or remember. I told
[4:48] Speaker 1: the curator I needed to do some genealogy research. Archives
[4:54] Speaker 1: are downstairs, she muttered, barely looking up. If anything bites you,
[4:59] Speaker 1: it's not our lie ability nice. The archive room smeled
[5:06] Speaker 1: like yellowing paper and mildew. Rows of metal, filing cabinets
[5:11] Speaker 1: containing stacks of old town ledgers and newspaper reels older
[5:15] Speaker 1: than anyone alive in town. I started with obituaries eighteen nineties,
[5:23] Speaker 1: nineteen tens, nineteen thirties, nineteen fifties. A pattern began to
[5:28] Speaker 1: emerge before I even wanted to admit what I saw.
[5:33] Speaker 1: Every twenty seven years, the death count spiked. An old
[5:38] Speaker 1: man wiped out in a house fire, a pastor found
[5:41] Speaker 1: hanged in his own church rafters, a child drowning in
[5:45] Speaker 1: a lake during a drought, just like the stories. Then
[5:51] Speaker 1: I found the nineteen ninety eight folder. It contained detailed
[5:55] Speaker 1: council minutes, and they were terrifying. There were references to
[6:02] Speaker 1: a selection committee and a recipient list. The names were
[6:07] Speaker 1: blacked out with heavy ink strokes, but the phrasing was
[6:10] Speaker 1: unmistakable when entry read, consent acquired the vault remained sealed.
[6:20] Speaker 1: What vault? What consent? I flipped page after page, hands sweating,
[6:28] Speaker 1: until I found a single note clipped to the inside cover.
[6:33] Speaker 1: If the list is incomplete, notify the elders. No cycle
[6:37] Speaker 1: can begin without unanimous selection. That was the first moment
[6:43] Speaker 1: I felt something twist in my gut. Something had gone
[6:47] Speaker 1: wrong this year. I pulled an old town survey map,
[6:52] Speaker 1: spread it across the table and started comparing landmarks mentioned
[6:56] Speaker 1: in the minutes. A creek that dried up in the sixties,
[7:00] Speaker 1: the road was re rooted in the forties, an old
[7:02] Speaker 1: settlement boundary. Then I found it, a place marked only
[7:08] Speaker 1: once in tiny faded letters, vault Mouth. It was deep
[7:16] Speaker 1: in the woods, far beyond the main trails, so remote
[7:20] Speaker 1: it wasn't on modern GPS, A place nobody talked about,
[7:26] Speaker 1: a place meant to be forgotten and, judging by the
[7:30] Speaker 1: council minutes, deliberately avoided. I was stuffing the documents back
[7:38] Speaker 1: into the folder when a chart slipped out, A folded
[7:41] Speaker 1: piece of thick, brittle paper looked like it hadn't been
[7:45] Speaker 1: touched in decades. On it was a family tree of
[7:49] Speaker 1: the original settlers of the town, with dozens of names
[7:53] Speaker 1: and dozens of branches, most of them were crossed out
[7:57] Speaker 1: with red pencil, and when I saw my own last name,
[8:03] Speaker 1: my stomach dropped. My family's branch wasn't crossed out. It
[8:09] Speaker 1: was circled hard, several times, deep enough to bring up
[8:14] Speaker 1: the fibers of the paper, and next to it written
[8:18] Speaker 1: in the same red pencil, next to seal the mouth.
[8:26] Speaker 1: The room felt suddenly smaller, the air grew colder, and
[8:30] Speaker 1: the hairs of my arms studd at attention, sending chills
[8:34] Speaker 1: down my spine. I stood there, staring at that circle,
[8:39] Speaker 1: that message, feeling like a hand had reached out of
[8:42] Speaker 1: the past and grabbed the back of my neck. Whatever
[8:46] Speaker 1: was happening now, my family hadn't just been a part
[8:50] Speaker 1: of it. We were at the center of it. There
[8:58] Speaker 1: were only two elders in town who had lived with
[9:00] Speaker 1: the nineteen seventy one cycle, and one of them didn't
[9:04] Speaker 1: talk anymore. The other was Delorous Kint. She lived on
[9:10] Speaker 1: a faded yellow house on Birch Lane, the kind of
[9:12] Speaker 1: place that looked like it should have caved in years ago,
[9:16] Speaker 1: but by miracle stayed standing. Had seen her at the
[9:19] Speaker 1: grocery store sometimes pushing an empty cart, mumbling to herself.
[9:25] Speaker 1: Some said she had dementia, but I also heard she
[9:28] Speaker 1: watched her entire family die through a single October. I
[9:33] Speaker 1: figured both could be true. I knocked on a door,
[9:37] Speaker 1: but there was no answer. I was just about to
[9:41] Speaker 1: leave when a shadow moved behind the curtains and the
[9:45] Speaker 1: locks clicked one, two, three four. She opened the door
[9:52] Speaker 1: just wide enough for one eye. Yaw the more craft boy,
[9:59] Speaker 1: she said. I didn't correct her. I wasn't sure if
[10:04] Speaker 1: she meant my father or me. Her living room smell
[10:08] Speaker 1: like dust, medicine, an old, damp carpet. She shuffled around
[10:14] Speaker 1: in slippers, muttering tea, tea, Do I make tea? When
[10:22] Speaker 1: I told her I had questions about the past, she
[10:25] Speaker 1: stopped moving, just stopped. Her back stiffened, and she turned
[10:31] Speaker 1: her head in a way that made my saliva taste
[10:34] Speaker 1: like despair. When I swallowed, What year is it? She asked,
[10:41] Speaker 1: twenty twenty five? She sucked in a sharp breath. That's soon,
[10:48] Speaker 1: she whispered. She wondered to a recliner and sat down, hard,
[10:53] Speaker 1: hands trembling. I pulled a chair across from her, dolorous,
[11:00] Speaker 1: I said, quietly, I need to ask about nineteen seventy one,
[11:04] Speaker 1: about your family, about the deaths. She didn't react until
[11:11] Speaker 1: I said the word vault mouth. Her eyes snapped to mine,
[11:20] Speaker 1: clear as crystal, like the fog lifted all at once.
[11:25] Speaker 1: You shouldn't know that name, she exclaimed. Only the chosen
[11:29] Speaker 1: and the choosers know that name. I found documents, I said,
[11:34] Speaker 1: council notes from nineteen ninety eight, mentions of a selection committee.
[11:40] Speaker 1: She let out a shaky laugh. No one chooses any more,
[11:44] Speaker 1: she said, That's why it's angry. Then her voice dropped
[11:50] Speaker 1: or a rasp. It doesn't want a person, It wants
[11:55] Speaker 1: the choice. That's the pact, I swallowed. What happens if
[12:03] Speaker 1: there's no choice? She leaned forward, gripping the edge of
[12:07] Speaker 1: her chair with white knuckled fingers. If the town does
[12:12] Speaker 1: not give, it takes, and it will keep taking until
[12:17] Speaker 1: the mouth is full. Her eyes suddenly darted to the window,
[12:22] Speaker 1: like she expected something to be peering in. Then her
[12:27] Speaker 1: expression changed went blank. Fog rolled back in. She looked lost.
[12:35] Speaker 1: What were we talking about? She murmured, Do I know you?
[12:42] Speaker 1: I said to leave, but before I could make it
[12:44] Speaker 1: two steps, her hands shot out and grabbed my wrist hard.
[12:50] Speaker 1: Her voice was clear again, sharp, urgent, Say it out
[12:56] Speaker 1: loud and name with intent it listen, And then like
[13:03] Speaker 1: a switch flipped, her grip loosened and she sank back
[13:06] Speaker 1: into the recliner, staring at the far wall. Her mouth
[13:11] Speaker 1: moved silently, like she was praying to something that wasn't God.
[13:16] Speaker 1: I left the house, trembling as I stepped onto the walkway.
[13:21] Speaker 1: The sound of screeching tore down the street, then a horn,
[13:25] Speaker 1: followed by a sickening, metallic crack. About fifty yards away,
[13:31] Speaker 1: a car had slammed into a telephone pole. The front
[13:35] Speaker 1: end was crumpled like an aluminium can. Steam billowed from
[13:39] Speaker 1: the engine. But what shocked me wasn't the crash. It
[13:44] Speaker 1: was the open driver's side door swinging gently. No one
[13:50] Speaker 1: was inside. There was in a trail leading away, no
[13:53] Speaker 1: blood or body from the impact. A shiver crawled up
[13:58] Speaker 1: my spine. This wasn't the first death. This was the
[14:03] Speaker 1: beginning of something feeding. The map said it was called Vaultmouth,
[14:15] Speaker 1: but the land around it had no name, no roads,
[14:19] Speaker 1: just a thinning tree line off Route nineteen and a
[14:22] Speaker 1: path that felt like it hadn't been walked in decades.
[14:25] Speaker 1: I parked where the road turned to gravel and followed
[14:28] Speaker 1: the rest on foot, shouldering through brush, slipping down embankments,
[14:33] Speaker 1: boots snagging on hidden roots. The air got heavier the
[14:37] Speaker 1: deeper I went. Eventually I found the fence, or what
[14:43] Speaker 1: was left of it, Rotting wood posts spaced unevenly around
[14:48] Speaker 1: a clearing, warped with crumbling barbed wire and rusted iron nails,
[14:53] Speaker 1: half driven in, half bent outward. Faded signs dangled by
[14:58] Speaker 1: one hinge, words long gone but symbols still visible, circles, spirals,
[15:05] Speaker 1: her mouth full of triangles, Latin etched into the boards,
[15:11] Speaker 1: almost burned in non ellegamous carnem carnum elegant noss. We
[15:19] Speaker 1: do not choose the flesh, The flesh chooses us. It
[15:24] Speaker 1: wasn't just creepy. It felt deliberate, like a warning whispered
[15:29] Speaker 1: by dead hands. I stepped over the boundary. The trees stopped,
[15:35] Speaker 1: all life absent, The soil turned ashen. The center of
[15:40] Speaker 1: the clearing was perfectly flat, ringed with pale stones, half
[15:44] Speaker 1: sunk into the earth, and in the middle it was
[15:50] Speaker 1: a hole. At first glance I thought it was a well,
[15:56] Speaker 1: but on closer inspection It was a smooth, vertical shaft,
[16:01] Speaker 1: wide enough to drop a body into without folding it.
[16:05] Speaker 1: The inside was black, no bottom inside and around the
[16:09] Speaker 1: rim the stone had been carved in a tight spiral
[16:13] Speaker 1: grooves that curved downward like something of dread claws around
[16:16] Speaker 1: the edge a thousand times just clean, dry stone, and
[16:22] Speaker 1: the faint hum of pressure like the air was breathing
[16:27] Speaker 1: in and out. I picked up a pebble, held it
[16:32] Speaker 1: for a second, then dropped it in nothing, no click
[16:39] Speaker 1: or bounce, just gone, like the earth swallowed it before
[16:43] Speaker 1: it hit the bottom. Near the lip of the shaft.
[16:47] Speaker 1: Embedded in the ground was a slab of metal, iron
[16:51] Speaker 1: gone orange with age, bolted down with thick rivets. Names
[16:56] Speaker 1: etched across the surface in uneven hand carved rose, dozens
[17:01] Speaker 1: of them. I ran my fingers across the grooves, reading aloud.
[17:07] Speaker 1: Many I didn't recognize. Then near the bottom one I did.
[17:14] Speaker 1: Walter Moorecroft, my father, the last name on the list.
[17:22] Speaker 1: My breath caught in my throat. He'd never mentioned this place,
[17:26] Speaker 1: never said a word, but somehow he was part of it.
[17:31] Speaker 1: He knew. I left the clearing as fast as I
[17:36] Speaker 1: could without running, like tying my back on that hole.
[17:39] Speaker 1: Too quickly might give it permission to reach for me.
[17:44] Speaker 1: The sun was starting to set by the time I
[17:46] Speaker 1: got home. I opened the door to my trailer, and
[17:51] Speaker 1: there he was, sitting in my kitchen. No call or warning,
[17:56] Speaker 1: just there. His eyes were sunken, shirt still half buttoned,
[18:02] Speaker 1: knees jittering. His voice came out flat and shaking. You
[18:10] Speaker 1: shouldn't have gone there. I hadn't seen him in months.
[18:15] Speaker 1: We weren't as strange exactly. We just moved around each other,
[18:19] Speaker 1: like planets on a different orbit. He's only ever showed
[18:22] Speaker 1: up when something has gone wrong, and something had gone very,
[18:27] Speaker 1: very wrong. He looked older than I remembered, drained. His
[18:32] Speaker 1: shirt was unbuttoned and crooked, hand shaking, eyes bloodshot with tiredness,
[18:38] Speaker 1: like he'd been waiting for something. Sit down, he said,
[18:44] Speaker 1: I did, because the tone wasn't optional. He lowered himself
[18:49] Speaker 1: into the chair across from me, elbows on his knees,
[18:53] Speaker 1: breathing slow and heavy, like he had to convince his
[18:56] Speaker 1: lungs to keep working. I know what you've been looking into,
[19:01] Speaker 1: he said. The archives dolorous skinned the vault. Hearing him
[19:08] Speaker 1: say it out loud felt like ice water poured down
[19:10] Speaker 1: my spine. Dad, what is it? What's in the vault?
[19:18] Speaker 1: He looked away, jaw clenching. Then he said the words
[19:22] Speaker 1: that would ruin everything I thought I knew about this place.
[19:27] Speaker 1: The town isn't cursed. It made a deal. He rubbed
[19:34] Speaker 1: his face with both hands. Back in eighteen ninety, he said,
[19:39] Speaker 1: the founders struck a pact with whatever lies under the ground.
[19:43] Speaker 1: I call it the mouth, the deep, the listener. It
[19:48] Speaker 1: doesn't matter what name you use. He swallowed hard. We
[19:54] Speaker 1: promised it a life every twenty seven years, just one
[19:59] Speaker 1: chosen willingly through the vote, and in return, it left
[20:03] Speaker 1: the rest of us alone. Something horrible was happening to
[20:07] Speaker 1: the settlers, something so horrendous it wasn't even recorded. The
[20:12] Speaker 1: deal was the only way to survive. My stomach twisted.
[20:19] Speaker 1: You're telling me that this town has been sacrificing people.
[20:25] Speaker 1: He didn't flinch. Willingly, Yes, always with consent, always someone
[20:32] Speaker 1: who accepted it, a quiet death, a clean one, And
[20:36] Speaker 1: the vote stayed sealed. I must have made a face,
[20:41] Speaker 1: because he added, you think they wanted to make a deal,
[20:45] Speaker 1: that they didn't try leaving. He shook his head slowly.
[20:50] Speaker 1: People did leave in the early years, whole families packed
[20:54] Speaker 1: up wagons and tried to outrun it. Didn't matter wherever
[20:59] Speaker 1: they went, something followed. Things would start to happen. Their
[21:04] Speaker 1: crops would rot, the ground would go dry, children would
[21:08] Speaker 1: get sick. And then he held up one trembling finger,
[21:16] Speaker 1: one death, always one, something final like the mouth, needed
[21:22] Speaker 1: to remind them you can't cheat hunger, you can only
[21:27] Speaker 1: feed it. He leaned back, jaw tight. That's why they
[21:33] Speaker 1: settled it in eighteen ninety, not to keep people in,
[21:37] Speaker 1: but to keep something from following them out. I shot
[21:43] Speaker 1: to my feet and shock. I know what it sounds like,
[21:47] Speaker 1: he snapped. I know, but you weren't here for the
[21:50] Speaker 1: years when the vote didn't happen, when people doubted, when
[21:54] Speaker 1: they resisted. His eyes had gone distant. Those years were hell.
[22:03] Speaker 1: I paced the room, trying to process it all. So
[22:08] Speaker 1: what happened this time? I demanded? Why did the firemen die?
[22:12] Speaker 1: Why are people disappearing? What changed? My dad leaned back
[22:19] Speaker 1: and stared at the ceiling, as if the answer was
[22:21] Speaker 1: written there. This year, he said, quietly, nobody could agree.
[22:31] Speaker 1: I stopped moving. The council argued for months. Half the
[22:36] Speaker 1: elders died off. The younger generation doesn't believe. They think
[22:40] Speaker 1: it's all folk tales. He let out a bitter laugh.
[22:46] Speaker 1: Turns out belief doesn't matter, responsibility does. Then softly, there
[22:55] Speaker 1: was no vote, no selection, no name offer. I felt
[23:03] Speaker 1: my mouth go dry. So the fireman was taken. Dad said,
[23:10] Speaker 1: but it doesn't count. It wasn't a willing offering. He
[23:15] Speaker 1: leaned forward, eyes burning. It has to be chosen, not
[23:21] Speaker 1: just to death. The words sank into me like hugs,
[23:27] Speaker 1: because suddenly the pattern made sense. The random vanishings, the crash,
[23:33] Speaker 1: the way the air felt charged and wrong. The fact
[23:37] Speaker 1: had been broken. The vault was hungry, and there was
[23:41] Speaker 1: no offering to stop it. I sat back down slowly.
[23:46] Speaker 1: He watched me something unreadable in his gaze. Okay, I whispered,
[23:54] Speaker 1: So what now? If the sacrifice wasn't made, what does
[23:59] Speaker 1: the vault do? For a long moment, he didn't speak.
[24:06] Speaker 1: Then he inhaled, sharply, like the next part heard to say,
[24:11] Speaker 1: then it's up to the collector. I frowned, What does
[24:19] Speaker 1: that mean? He didn't let me finish? He looked at
[24:23] Speaker 1: me with an expression I had never seen on his
[24:25] Speaker 1: face before. Terror, grief, and something like an apology. The
[24:33] Speaker 1: collector isn't a person, he said, It's a roll passed
[24:38] Speaker 1: down a bloodline. Every generation has one. His voice cracked,
[24:46] Speaker 1: and if the town won't choose the sacrifice, the collector
[24:50] Speaker 1: must A cold precious settled behind my ribs. No, I said, no,
[25:00] Speaker 1: you're not saying. He closed his eyes, and then he
[25:04] Speaker 1: said it, voice barely above a whisper, the words I
[25:09] Speaker 1: didn't want to hear, it's you. After my father left,
[25:22] Speaker 1: I didn't sleep. I sat at the kitchen table thinking
[25:26] Speaker 1: about the name etched into that rusted iron plate, Walter Morecraft,
[25:32] Speaker 1: my father, the previous collector now passed on to me,
[25:39] Speaker 1: And I couldn't stop thinking about the way he'd looked
[25:41] Speaker 1: at me, like I was something he was sorry for,
[25:45] Speaker 1: not something he loved. I knew he hadn't told me everything,
[25:50] Speaker 1: not even close. So I broke into the locked foot
[25:54] Speaker 1: locker he kept under the guest bed. He always kept
[25:58] Speaker 1: it bolted shut, like he thought someone would try to
[26:01] Speaker 1: steal his old hunting gear. But I knew the combination,
[26:05] Speaker 1: same one he used for everything inside, not weapons or tools,
[26:13] Speaker 1: just journals, stacks of them, weather walked and yellowing, page
[26:20] Speaker 1: after page, and my father's tight, careful handwriting. Most of
[26:25] Speaker 1: it was nonsense at first, where the reports council meeting
[26:29] Speaker 1: notes obituaries with names underlined and circled. He'd been tracking
[26:35] Speaker 1: every cycle since I was born. But then the language changed.
[26:42] Speaker 1: He stopped writing like a man and started writing like
[26:46] Speaker 1: a witness. One page read it speaks in symbols, now dreams.
[26:53] Speaker 1: The hum in the trees isn't the wind, It's waiting
[26:56] Speaker 1: for its name to be spoken. Another. When the collector
[27:02] Speaker 1: is called, the chosen cannot offer themselves. The collector must choose.
[27:09] Speaker 1: This is the fact, the old way, and by death,
[27:13] Speaker 1: by right. The words collector and vault mouth appeared again
[27:20] Speaker 1: and again, sometimes capitalized, sometimes underlined in red, and next
[27:26] Speaker 1: to them crude diagrams of the vault, the shaft, the spiral,
[27:32] Speaker 1: the concentric rings of trees around it, marked with strange glyphs.
[27:37] Speaker 1: Some look like runds, others like teeth. One diagram showed
[27:43] Speaker 1: a person standing at the edge of the vault with
[27:46] Speaker 1: arrows pointing inward, as if their presence activated something open. Something.
[27:53] Speaker 1: Then came a section I hadn't expected, returning back to
[27:57] Speaker 1: the style of a journal, detailing tape beats, of a
[28:01] Speaker 1: tense time in the town. It spoke of apocalyptic symptoms,
[28:06] Speaker 1: the lake changing color, the sky casting strange shoes, and
[28:11] Speaker 1: the wildlife losing their minds. People disappeared and families were
[28:16] Speaker 1: torn apart, all because Walter, my father, could not choose.
[28:23] Speaker 1: It mimicked the current time, the council not choosing, and
[28:27] Speaker 1: the decision falling to the collector, an impossible choice of
[28:31] Speaker 1: life and death. One to die for many to live.
[28:38] Speaker 1: That night, the vault came to me again in dreams,
[28:42] Speaker 1: but this time I wasn't inside it. I wasn't falling.
[28:46] Speaker 1: I was standing above it, at the edge, looking out
[28:50] Speaker 1: at a crowd of people, kneeling, hands clasped, heads bowed,
[28:56] Speaker 1: whispering something I couldn't hear. I was speaking, My mouth moved,
[29:03] Speaker 1: my voice was not my own, and the vault opened.
[29:15] Speaker 1: It started with the birds. Every morning, my poor trailing
[29:20] Speaker 1: used to be dotted with crows, the smart, spiteful rascals
[29:24] Speaker 1: that lined every wire in the town like little black judges.
[29:29] Speaker 1: Then one morning they were all just gone. That same day,
[29:35] Speaker 1: a field of cows in the west end of town
[29:37] Speaker 1: was found standing in perfect formation, heads lower toward the ground, unmoving.
[29:44] Speaker 1: Every single, one of them dead, bloodless organs, folded inside
[29:50] Speaker 1: out like paper crafts. Two nights later, I heard something boil,
[29:56] Speaker 1: but not from the kitchen, from outside. I looked out
[30:01] Speaker 1: and saw it was the lake, an entire body of
[30:04] Speaker 1: water roiling like a pot left on too long wakes pond,
[30:10] Speaker 1: the old reservoir where he used, the swim where we
[30:12] Speaker 1: were kids, steamed for ten hours straight. The water turned
[30:17] Speaker 1: thick and red fish floated to the surface, split open.
[30:22] Speaker 1: The air changed after that smelled wrong, sweet but spoiled,
[30:27] Speaker 1: like rotted peaches or burnt teeth. Something was opening, and
[30:34] Speaker 1: I wasn't the only one who noticed. The few remaining
[30:38] Speaker 1: town elders, the one who still remembered how this thing worked,
[30:42] Speaker 1: called a secret vote. They held it in the old
[30:45] Speaker 1: stone house outside Mill Creek, the kind of place built
[30:49] Speaker 1: with no insulation and too many locks. Only six of
[30:54] Speaker 1: them showed up. They tried to vote, They tried to
[30:57] Speaker 1: choose a name, but the vault didn't care anymore. It
[31:02] Speaker 1: had waited, being ignored, denied. It's due now. Who wanted me,
[31:09] Speaker 1: not as a meal, as a mouthpiece. I didn't hear
[31:14] Speaker 1: this second hand. One of the elders, a retired judge
[31:18] Speaker 1: named Hulvessa came to my door at dawn. His eyes
[31:22] Speaker 1: were bloodshot, his knuckles scraped, like he'd punted something harder
[31:25] Speaker 1: than he expected. He sat on my port, swing hands
[31:30] Speaker 1: trembling as he lit a cigarette. We failed it, he said.
[31:37] Speaker 1: I didn't speak. You're the last stop, you understand. I
[31:43] Speaker 1: just stared. He flicked ash onto the ground. The collector
[31:48] Speaker 1: exists for a reason, in case of breakdown, when the
[31:52] Speaker 1: people can't choose, the blood must. You're not a sacrifice.
[31:57] Speaker 1: You're the priest can name with intent. That's all you
[32:03] Speaker 1: have to do. If you need suggestions, I can. I
[32:07] Speaker 1: told him to get off my property, told him I
[32:10] Speaker 1: wasn't killing anyone for a town too cowdly to face
[32:13] Speaker 1: its own history. You're offering that's different. I slammed the door,
[32:21] Speaker 1: but the ground kept humming. That night, it got worse.
[32:28] Speaker 1: The sky turned the color of old bruises. The clouds
[32:31] Speaker 1: spiraled low and fast, like water being sucked down a drain.
[32:36] Speaker 1: My neighbor's trees bled sap that smelled like iron. Dogs
[32:40] Speaker 1: stopped barking. In fact, dogs stopped moving. A low bell
[32:45] Speaker 1: began to ring from nowhere. No visible sauce just there,
[32:50] Speaker 1: vibrating through the soles of your feet. Something was uncoiling.
[32:56] Speaker 1: The vault wasn't sealed anymore, not fully. At three twenty
[33:02] Speaker 1: one a m my phone lit up with a message
[33:04] Speaker 1: from an unknown number, just one line choose. By morning,
[33:14] Speaker 1: Dolorous Kint was dead. She had been found in her bed, peaceful,
[33:20] Speaker 1: no wounds, no trauma, but her face was smiling, hands
[33:25] Speaker 1: folded like in a church pew, and between her palms
[33:30] Speaker 1: a yellowing card had written, addressed to me, name the chosen.
[33:43] Speaker 1: I knew where they kept the records. It wasn't a secret.
[33:47] Speaker 1: The room was beneath the old town Hall, not in
[33:50] Speaker 1: the modern wing, but in the original limestone foundation, with
[33:55] Speaker 1: a smell of mildew soaked into your tongue, and a
[33:58] Speaker 1: light bust like an insect was trapped behind your eyes.
[34:02] Speaker 1: It was still unlocked. They hadn't even tried to hide it.
[34:07] Speaker 1: Maybe they wanted me to find it. The Selection Ledger
[34:11] Speaker 1: was a thick, cloth bound book that looked like it
[34:14] Speaker 1: belonged in a court house or a church, heavy frayed,
[34:18] Speaker 1: smelling of dust and smoke and human oil inside. Names
[34:26] Speaker 1: page after page, each handwritten in loop incursive, some dated
[34:32] Speaker 1: over a century ago. I flipped forward to the most
[34:36] Speaker 1: recent year, this year. The first few pages were normal,
[34:42] Speaker 1: just names, birthdays, occupations, handwritten summaries of each candidate's community standing,
[34:49] Speaker 1: financial status, and family size. Then I started seeing the
[34:54] Speaker 1: red circles, suggestions for choice, a short list for them
[34:59] Speaker 1: to vote. Alongside them were stern judgments marked with phrases
[35:05] Speaker 1: like approaching end of life or minimal surviving kin or
[35:10] Speaker 1: historically low civic contribution. And then added on were notes
[35:17] Speaker 1: not from the elders. No, their handwriting was farmer, direct
[35:23] Speaker 1: be younger handwriting, softer language, correctional. Even Marlene Gillard eighty four,
[35:32] Speaker 1: she still tutors at the library. Her great granddaughter just
[35:36] Speaker 1: got accepted to college. She brings hope to the family.
[35:40] Speaker 1: This would destroy them. Thomas Harvey, fifty eight, disabled VET
[35:46] Speaker 1: still teachers would working mentors troubled kids as PTSD wouldn't
[35:52] Speaker 1: be ethical. Alicia Norris forty one, chronic illness, started the
[35:58] Speaker 1: Grief Circle after the ninety nine death. Still manages the
[36:02] Speaker 1: town website. Would send the wrong message to others with
[36:05] Speaker 1: chronic conditions. George Amblin, seventy one, ex convict he served
[36:12] Speaker 1: his time, runs the food, pantry. His death would confirm
[36:16] Speaker 1: every stereotype the town's trying to grow past. Every single
[36:21] Speaker 1: name was paired with a counterpoint, Every sacrifice was dismantled
[36:26] Speaker 1: by empathy. The deeper I read the angry I felt,
[36:31] Speaker 1: not at them, but how familiar it was, How easy
[36:35] Speaker 1: it is to rationalize in action when action feels monstrous.
[36:40] Speaker 1: This wasn't corruption, It wasn't blood lust. It was compassion.
[36:46] Speaker 1: They had tried to be better, but better didn't stop
[36:50] Speaker 1: the vault from waking. Better didn't boil the lake. Better
[36:54] Speaker 1: didn't spare Dolores. Or was it ignorance? A new wave
[37:00] Speaker 1: of leaders who wrote off tradition as ignorance, something to
[37:04] Speaker 1: move past. The final page wasn't even finished, just a
[37:09] Speaker 1: handful of names with redd inks scratched through, like someone
[37:12] Speaker 1: had grown furious and thrown the pen across the room.
[37:16] Speaker 1: In the margin, one line of newer handwriting, there are
[37:21] Speaker 1: no perfect deaths. Another in pencil. Then maybe we stop
[37:26] Speaker 1: pretending it's worth choosing, and under that scrawled in dark
[37:31] Speaker 1: pen pressure piercing through the paper. Then we died together.
[37:39] Speaker 1: I closed the book. The Vaults was right, This wasn't
[37:43] Speaker 1: a sacrifice anymore. It was a failure. That night, I
[37:49] Speaker 1: dreamed of the spiral again, only this time I descended.
[37:55] Speaker 1: No ladder, no rope, no footing. I just fell, as
[38:00] Speaker 1: if the air below me had turned to water. The
[38:04] Speaker 1: stone walls pulled away as I went, becoming ribs, then roots,
[38:09] Speaker 1: and rows of open mouths, all breathing together in rhythm.
[38:14] Speaker 1: And at the bottom, where sounds should have vanished into nothing,
[38:19] Speaker 1: there was light, soft, living, like a heartbeat under skin.
[38:26] Speaker 1: I didn't hear anything, but I felt it behind my eyes,
[38:30] Speaker 1: in my gums, in the marrow of every bone. The
[38:35] Speaker 1: town agreed to the cost, it said. I turned, and
[38:41] Speaker 1: around me were reflections, other towns, other timelines. Each one
[38:46] Speaker 1: was different, and in all of them the vault had
[38:50] Speaker 1: gone unsealed. One showed sparrows of fire coiling up into
[38:55] Speaker 1: the sky, turning birds inside out in flight, a town
[39:01] Speaker 1: square full of kneeling people, mouth sown shut with golden thread,
[39:05] Speaker 1: trees grown backwards through their skulls. In one, the vault
[39:10] Speaker 1: was gone, not sealed, but absorbed, as if it had
[39:15] Speaker 1: eaten the land around it and kept growing. They were
[39:19] Speaker 1: all worse than anything I could imagine, and every one
[39:23] Speaker 1: of them had something in common. No choice was made.
[39:30] Speaker 1: I woke up with my pillows soaked in sweat and
[39:33] Speaker 1: my tongue heavy in my mouth, like it had been
[39:36] Speaker 1: speaking without me. Despite all I had seen, in what
[39:41] Speaker 1: I could call more a vision than a dream, I
[39:46] Speaker 1: still couldn't pick one name. I didn't call a meeting,
[39:55] Speaker 1: but there came anyway. One by one, the elders farther
[40:00] Speaker 1: into my living room. Some looked resigned, some looked angry,
[40:04] Speaker 1: some looked like they hadn't slept in days. And behind them,
[40:09] Speaker 1: the younger council members slunk in with a sting of
[40:12] Speaker 1: guilt in their faces. No greetings or small talk, just expectation.
[40:20] Speaker 1: Judge Vesser was the first to speak. It has to
[40:25] Speaker 1: be now, he said, we've run out of time. Another
[40:30] Speaker 1: miller ran a hand through a hair shaking. You've studied
[40:34] Speaker 1: the list, You've seen the sky. You know what happens
[40:37] Speaker 1: if we don't. My throat tightened. I'm not choosing, I said,
[40:43] Speaker 1: not one, not any of them. A long silence. Then
[40:50] Speaker 1: something changed in the room. The faces of the younger members,
[40:55] Speaker 1: those who had written all the gentle notes in the margins,
[40:58] Speaker 1: all the reasons why each circled names shouldn't be chosen shifted,
[41:04] Speaker 1: the sympathy drained, the humanity dimmed. A man named Devlyn
[41:09] Speaker 1: stepped forward, jabbing a finger at the ledger on my
[41:12] Speaker 1: coffee table. Just pick someone from the marked list, he snapped.
[41:17] Speaker 1: Anyone Marlene is old, nor is sick, Elroy's basically retired.
[41:22] Speaker 1: It doesn't matter, Just choose. These were the same people
[41:28] Speaker 1: had written. She's a pillar of her family. He volunteers
[41:32] Speaker 1: more than anyone. She gives hope to the community. Now
[41:37] Speaker 1: they spoke like a countance balancing a ledger. It's between
[41:41] Speaker 1: them or us, Develin said, don't act like it's complicated.
[41:48] Speaker 1: Something inside me curdled. I shoved the ledger away, sending
[41:52] Speaker 1: it skidding across the floor. If you want a name
[41:56] Speaker 1: so bad, I said, through my teeth, pick one yourselves.
[42:01] Speaker 1: We can't versa whispered he won't listen to us any more.
[42:06] Speaker 1: It only listens to the collector. Well, then you're all screwed,
[42:11] Speaker 1: I said, because I'm not playing priest for a monster.
[42:17] Speaker 1: The idea of getting blood on my hands to save
[42:19] Speaker 1: these people, ready to condemn another with the responsibility I
[42:23] Speaker 1: didn't ask for, was too much. The room went dead quiet,
[42:29] Speaker 1: Everyone stared at me like I'd just set the house
[42:32] Speaker 1: on fire. But nobody said a thing. Nobody argued or moved.
[42:39] Speaker 1: They just stood there, waiting, hoping fear would make me fold.
[42:47] Speaker 1: And then the door exploded inward. My father stormed in
[42:53] Speaker 1: with the force of a man who had been running
[42:55] Speaker 1: for miles, eyes wide, hair slicked with sweat. His voice
[43:00] Speaker 1: hid the room before he did. You stupid boy, he roared.
[43:06] Speaker 1: You think this is a joke. You think you get
[43:09] Speaker 1: a refuse. I thought he was just going to yell,
[43:14] Speaker 1: maybe shove me, maybe tried to scare me into it.
[43:18] Speaker 1: I did not think he would tackle me to the floor.
[43:22] Speaker 1: My head hit the hard wood so hard stars burst
[43:25] Speaker 1: behind my eyes. Before I could breathe, his hands were
[43:29] Speaker 1: on my collar, dragging me up and slamming me back
[43:32] Speaker 1: down again. Say a name, he barked, Just say the
[43:37] Speaker 1: goddamn name. At first I thought he was bluffing, losing
[43:43] Speaker 1: control and panic. With the weight on my chest didn't
[43:46] Speaker 1: lift and his fists didn't stop. My vision blurred white
[43:52] Speaker 1: at the edges, my teeth rattled with each blow. Behind him,
[43:58] Speaker 1: the elder stood frozen, not intervening, not helping, watching things
[44:03] Speaker 1: play out. Not knowing which side to take. Some horrified,
[44:09] Speaker 1: some relieved, watching action they must have dreamt of doing,
[44:15] Speaker 1: but didn't have the guts. My father leaned close, breath
[44:19] Speaker 1: hot on my cheek. You're supposed to keep it sealed.
[44:24] Speaker 1: You're supposed to be better than this, he snarled. I
[44:27] Speaker 1: had to do this too, Just do it another blow.
[44:33] Speaker 1: My skull screamed, No wonder your mother left, no wonder
[44:37] Speaker 1: I left. You were always weak, always a disappointment, Just
[44:42] Speaker 1: like now. He wasn't trying to scare me any more.
[44:46] Speaker 1: He was trying to kill me. My ears rang, blood
[44:50] Speaker 1: filled the back of my throat. The world tilted sideways.
[44:55] Speaker 1: I felt myself slipping, Consciousness slipping, dissolving like the vaults
[45:01] Speaker 1: was already tugging at me. And in my delirium, one
[45:06] Speaker 1: thought surfaced. I didn't have to choose from the list.
[45:11] Speaker 1: I could choose the one trying to kill me. My
[45:15] Speaker 1: lips moved before I fully realized what I was saying,
[45:20] Speaker 1: I whispered my father's name, barely audible, cracked, broken but true.
[45:31] Speaker 1: The second the consonants left my mouth, the weight vanished, gone.
[45:38] Speaker 1: My father wasn't sprawled over me anymore, A soft death,
[45:42] Speaker 1: like a heart attack or stroke. He wasn't in the room,
[45:46] Speaker 1: he wasn't anywhere. A moment ago, he was beating me
[45:50] Speaker 1: into the floor. Now there was only air and silence.
[45:57] Speaker 1: A few of the elders gasped, One crossed himself. Another
[46:01] Speaker 1: woman looked away, trembling. No one said a word, because
[46:07] Speaker 1: they knew what I had done, and worse, they knew
[46:12] Speaker 1: what it meant. The room emptied a minute. No good byes,
[46:18] Speaker 1: no reprimands, no condolences, just fear. They fled like they
[46:25] Speaker 1: expected the house to collapse. The second they crossed the threshold.
[46:30] Speaker 1: I was left lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling,
[46:34] Speaker 1: my heart beat hammering in my teeth. Eventually I stood,
[46:40] Speaker 1: walked to the window. The sky was clearing, the clouds unraveling,
[46:46] Speaker 1: colors returning, the hum in the earth finally quiet. It
[46:53] Speaker 1: was over, Just like that. My father was the sacrifice.
[47:00] Speaker 1: The town was safe for now. The town healed fast.
[47:10] Speaker 1: That was the strangest part. In the weeks that followed.
[47:15] Speaker 1: Life returned to a rhythm. Not the same rhythm, maybe,
[47:20] Speaker 1: but something close enough to pass for normal. The sky
[47:23] Speaker 1: lost this bruised hue. The trees stopped leaning in the
[47:27] Speaker 1: power lines stopped whispering, People got up and went to work.
[47:31] Speaker 1: The butcher reopened, the school held a bake sale. The
[47:36] Speaker 1: lake was still red, but no one talked about that.
[47:40] Speaker 1: The selection committee resumed their meetings quieter, now, fewer members
[47:45] Speaker 1: and fewer words spoken. When they left those rooms. Once
[47:50] Speaker 1: I used to see them as elders, guardians, wise men
[47:54] Speaker 1: and women holding ancient truths. Now they looked like exhausteds
[47:59] Speaker 1: of ice. I was scared of what might come next.
[48:04] Speaker 1: I never went back to their meetings. They never asked
[48:07] Speaker 1: me to. But there was one thing left to do.
[48:12] Speaker 1: One door I hadn't opened. My father's house sat just
[48:18] Speaker 1: off the main square, tucked between two identical ranch style homes.
[48:24] Speaker 1: I'd driven past it a hundred times without thinking. I
[48:28] Speaker 1: don't know what I expected, but when I stepped inside,
[48:32] Speaker 1: it was exactly what I'd feared. Sparse furniture, a sink
[48:38] Speaker 1: full of old dishes frozen in a stack like bricks
[48:42] Speaker 1: in the freezer. A recliner with an ass groof too
[48:45] Speaker 1: deep to undo facing, a TV tuned permanently to the
[48:49] Speaker 1: sports channel. It was a life half lived, lonely, mechanical gray.
[48:59] Speaker 1: I stood in that room for a long time. It
[49:02] Speaker 1: smelled like dust, coffee and a man who didn't know
[49:06] Speaker 1: what to do with silence. And then I saw it,
[49:11] Speaker 1: A folded piece of paper sitting on the coffee table.
[49:15] Speaker 1: My name was written on the front in my father's blockie,
[49:19] Speaker 1: stubborn handwriting. I opened it. If you're reading this, then
[49:28] Speaker 1: I went through with it. I'm sorry you had to
[49:31] Speaker 1: see it. Sorry you had to be a part of it.
[49:35] Speaker 1: I didn't want that for you, not ever. That's why
[49:39] Speaker 1: I left, but I had to make sure you'd do it.
[49:43] Speaker 1: I couldn't risk you freezing up the way the others did.
[49:47] Speaker 1: I know you, I raised you. You were always the
[49:51] Speaker 1: good one. Even when you were little. You gave away
[49:55] Speaker 1: your Halloween candy to the kids who were too scared
[49:57] Speaker 1: to trick a treat. You used to cry when you
[50:00] Speaker 1: saw road kill. That's the kind of heart you have, big,
[50:05] Speaker 1: honest kind. But a heart like that won't save this town.
[50:11] Speaker 1: It never has. I said things I didn't mean, did
[50:16] Speaker 1: things I never wanted to do. You have to know
[50:19] Speaker 1: that I needed to make myself into the enemy. I
[50:23] Speaker 1: needed to give you someone worth condemning. If you hated
[50:27] Speaker 1: me enough to speak my name with weight, then you'd survive,
[50:33] Speaker 1: and the town ward too. That was always the deal.
[50:38] Speaker 1: One name spoken with intent. That's how the mouth knows
[50:42] Speaker 1: the offering is real. It had to be me. I
[50:48] Speaker 1: was already half way gone anyway. I've been watching the
[50:52] Speaker 1: sky for years now. I could feel it, the teeth
[50:56] Speaker 1: behind the clouds, the pressure of my bones. It was coming,
[51:01] Speaker 1: and you were going to be the one it turned to.
[51:06] Speaker 1: So I gave you something to aim at.
[51:10] Speaker 2: Me.
[51:12] Speaker 1: I'm proud of you, not because he did what I wanted,
[51:16] Speaker 1: but because even after everything, I think you hesitated. Don't
[51:24] Speaker 1: let this town break you. You're not like the rest
[51:27] Speaker 1: of them. Keep being the kind one, even if it hurts.
[51:34] Speaker 1: Oh my love, Dad. I sat down in his chair.
[51:43] Speaker 1: He didn't feel right, didn't fit me. But I sat
[51:47] Speaker 1: there anyway, and I cried harder than I had in years.
[51:53] Speaker 1: Not because he was gone or because of what he did,
[51:57] Speaker 1: but because I understood, and I hated that I understood.
[52:15] Speaker 1: I record nature sounds for a living. I don't make
[52:19] Speaker 1: them for merging royalty free soundscapes found online. I mean literally,
[52:25] Speaker 1: I haul gear out into the wilderness, set up field recorders,
[52:29] Speaker 1: and capture eight hours of wind through trees or frogs
[52:32] Speaker 1: in a swamp, or whatever someone wants in their ear,
[52:35] Speaker 1: but at two a m. To sleep too. A few
[52:39] Speaker 1: weeks ago, I hiked out to a stretch of forest
[52:42] Speaker 1: in the Pacific Northwest. It was far from any road
[52:46] Speaker 1: or town to avoid sound pollution from passers by. There
[52:50] Speaker 1: wasn't even a foot trail, just trees, ridge lines, and
[52:55] Speaker 1: a stillness that misses with your sense of time. I'd
[52:59] Speaker 1: scout to the spot online. There was minimal wildlife and
[53:03] Speaker 1: no nearby power lines to cause interference. Perfect for what
[53:08] Speaker 1: I needed. I set up the rig just before sundown,
[53:12] Speaker 1: a shotgun mic on a carbon tripod, paired with an
[53:16] Speaker 1: unintended recorder tucked into a pelican case, all wired for
[53:20] Speaker 1: battery life and max sensitivity. I set it a run
[53:25] Speaker 1: overnight and hiked back out with my overnight pack. The
[53:30] Speaker 1: next morning, I picked up the gear, packed everything up,
[53:34] Speaker 1: and drove back to the cabin i'd rented for the week,
[53:37] Speaker 1: standard routine. When I dumped the files onto my laptop,
[53:43] Speaker 1: it sounded clean, real clean. You could hear a soft
[53:48] Speaker 1: wind tugging through the pines, some distant wood creeks, a
[53:52] Speaker 1: lone owl. It sounded like something i'd barely have to
[53:56] Speaker 1: touch in post, no clipping, no signs of animals are interference.
[54:02] Speaker 1: It still needed scraping in case a low hum of
[54:05] Speaker 1: an aircraft ruined a segment, so I slowly scrubbed the
[54:09] Speaker 1: whole thing. But then I hit three P forty one am.
[54:17] Speaker 1: I didn't catch it the first time. I was playing
[54:20] Speaker 1: it at four time speed, but even at high speed,
[54:24] Speaker 1: something about that section jarred, so I went back played
[54:30] Speaker 1: it in real time. That's when I heard it. The
[54:35] Speaker 1: whole atmosphere buckled inward like a vacuum pop as sharp
[54:40] Speaker 1: in hail, followed by a deep groaning creek like wood
[54:44] Speaker 1: twisting under strain. Then nothing, All sounds stopped, the wind died,
[54:53] Speaker 1: insect ceased in unison, no underbrush rustling. I've heard forests
[54:59] Speaker 1: go quiet before when a predator moves through or a
[55:03] Speaker 1: storm's on the way, but this wasn't that. This was
[55:09] Speaker 1: dead silence. Even in a perfectly quiet night, your mike
[55:15] Speaker 1: still picks up something ambient hiss, high end drift gear noise.
[55:21] Speaker 1: But here there was nothing for exactly sixty three seconds,
[55:27] Speaker 1: like the world forgot how to make a sound, And
[55:31] Speaker 1: then just as suddenly it came back. There was a
[55:37] Speaker 1: faint crack, like a tree stretching. Then the wind returned,
[55:42] Speaker 1: the chorus of night bugs a creaking canopy. I marked
[55:48] Speaker 1: the section in my door and cut it out of
[55:50] Speaker 1: the final mix, labeled it three forty one anomaly, and
[55:54] Speaker 1: saved it with the raw files. I figured it was
[55:58] Speaker 1: a bizarre environmental event, maybe a weird pressure drop or
[56:02] Speaker 1: a shifting fault line under the soil. At least that's
[56:07] Speaker 1: what I told myself. I couldn't stop thinking about the
[56:13] Speaker 1: three forty one anomaly. The silence wasn't a recording issue.
[56:17] Speaker 1: The waveform didn't flat line, it just dropped into a void,
[56:22] Speaker 1: the environment stopped generating sound, and that inhale it hadn't
[56:28] Speaker 1: come from the mic. So two nights later I went back,
[56:36] Speaker 1: same trailhead, same clearing, but a different set up. This time,
[56:40] Speaker 1: I swapped the shotgun mic for a parabolic dish with
[56:43] Speaker 1: a matted stereopair, new recorder, fresh cables, no chance of
[56:49] Speaker 1: interference or hardware glitches. If the anomaly happened again, I
[56:54] Speaker 1: wanted to rule out bad gear. I set everything up
[56:59] Speaker 1: before dusk, hiked out, and repeated the routine back at
[57:05] Speaker 1: the cabin the next morning. I scanned through the files again.
[57:09] Speaker 1: The waveform jumped out at me before I even press play.
[57:15] Speaker 1: At exactly three forty one a m same shudder, same
[57:20] Speaker 1: sucked in static, same sixty three seconds of total silence.
[57:27] Speaker 1: For this time, there was more. The creaking noise was
[57:33] Speaker 1: slightly louder, like something massive and straining was close to
[57:37] Speaker 1: the mic. After that, a new noise, just barely audible,
[57:43] Speaker 1: but it was there, something grinding, like roots twisting on
[57:50] Speaker 1: a dry soil, or teeth. I checked every logical explanation
[57:57] Speaker 1: I could think of local size activity. Nothing on the
[58:02] Speaker 1: USGS feed whether perfectly still, not even a pressure dip.
[58:08] Speaker 1: And besides, neither of these would repeat so perfectly like
[58:12] Speaker 1: I had seen. I ran it past an engineer I
[58:16] Speaker 1: know she thought it my BRF interference from military aircraft.
[58:21] Speaker 1: Or she said, you record a caught bigfoot scratching his
[58:25] Speaker 1: back on a cedar tree. I laughed. Then I uploaded it. Well.
[58:36] Speaker 1: I meant to upload the cleaned version, just the gentle
[58:39] Speaker 1: forest ambience with the YDD sixty three seconds cut and
[58:43] Speaker 1: cross faded, but when I packaged the files, I must
[58:48] Speaker 1: have left the original by accident, the raw take with
[58:52] Speaker 1: the three forty one segment left intact. I've god and
[59:00] Speaker 1: my fair share of weird listener emails over the years,
[59:04] Speaker 1: people claiming to hear voices in waterfalls. Someone once swore
[59:08] Speaker 1: raccoon whispered Bible verses in their sleep track. Ambient audio
[59:13] Speaker 1: and overactive imaginations go hand in hand. For this one
[59:19] Speaker 1: felt different. The message came from a guy named Nolan,
[59:25] Speaker 1: who was a short email, no pleasantries or emojis, just
[59:29] Speaker 1: this subject your latest upload. Need your opinion. I use
[59:37] Speaker 1: your app to sleep with Tinatus played your new far
[59:39] Speaker 1: As loop last night around three point thirty. I woke
[59:43] Speaker 1: up gasping, no nightmare, just this pressure in the room,
[59:48] Speaker 1: like something leaned on my chest. I checked the audiophile
[59:51] Speaker 1: to see if anything caused this and found this screenshot attached.
[59:58] Speaker 1: Let me know if you see it too. He attached
[1:00:02] Speaker 1: the spectrogram screen grab from his player a frequency waterfall
[1:00:07] Speaker 1: of the three forty one segment. Right in the center
[1:00:11] Speaker 1: of the silence was a shape. It wasn't obviously human,
[1:00:18] Speaker 1: but it was symmetrical, made of low, barely besetable frequencies,
[1:00:23] Speaker 1: hollow at the center, with long vertical streaks running from
[1:00:27] Speaker 1: top to bottom, almost like arms or legs. For far
[1:00:32] Speaker 1: too long. I stared at it for a long time
[1:00:36] Speaker 1: before I closed the tab. Just audio paradolia, like seeing
[1:00:42] Speaker 1: faces in tree bark, I told myself and moved on.
[1:00:46] Speaker 1: But the following emails were harder to ignore. Someone and
[1:00:51] Speaker 1: Oregon reported that their power cut out for exactly one
[1:00:54] Speaker 1: minute at three forty one a m. Somehow attributing it
[1:00:58] Speaker 1: to my video easy to dismiss as bad timing. Another
[1:01:02] Speaker 1: said their dog bark to the speaker, then refused to
[1:01:05] Speaker 1: enter the room where the track was playing. One woman
[1:01:09] Speaker 1: saw all four of her houseplants were dead the next morning.
[1:01:13] Speaker 1: They didn't just wilt a bit, they were fully blackened, crispy,
[1:01:18] Speaker 1: like they'd been flash dried. I still didn't panic, but
[1:01:25] Speaker 1: I got curious. I reloaded the raw file and reaper,
[1:01:30] Speaker 1: this time pushing deeper noise reduction, spectral isolation, half speed playback,
[1:01:36] Speaker 1: then reversed. I tried every witch angle. There was more
[1:01:42] Speaker 1: under the distortion than I'd realized. A single deep knock
[1:01:49] Speaker 1: and then wet footsteps, soft spaced, far apart pineedles crunching
[1:01:57] Speaker 1: under something that walks like it didn't need to. I
[1:02:01] Speaker 1: froze the way form the pattern. Was there a gate
[1:02:06] Speaker 1: something with weight. I pulled up Night one's raw file
[1:02:10] Speaker 1: at the same time stamp the same silence. I overlaid them.
[1:02:17] Speaker 1: The knock was identical, but on Night too, the footsteps
[1:02:22] Speaker 1: started sooner and they were closer. I didn't go back
[1:02:31] Speaker 1: to the forest because I'm brave. I went back because
[1:02:35] Speaker 1: my name was on that file. People had started commenting, messaging, accusing.
[1:02:41] Speaker 1: One new supposted a TikTok claiming the track gave their
[1:02:44] Speaker 1: boyfriend seizures. Another said their sister collapse while it played
[1:02:48] Speaker 1: and hadn't woke up since. Some said it was a hoax,
[1:02:52] Speaker 1: others a curse. What even called me a murderer. So
[1:02:58] Speaker 1: I packed the best gear. I owned a parabolic mic,
[1:03:01] Speaker 1: a battery recorder, and a preamp with real time monitoring.
[1:03:06] Speaker 1: I brought my field laptop too, so I could listen live,
[1:03:10] Speaker 1: not just hope I caught something after the fact. I
[1:03:13] Speaker 1: also brought a flashlight, three back of batteries, and a
[1:03:17] Speaker 1: hunting knife I'd never actually used. I arrived just after
[1:03:22] Speaker 1: two a m. The clearing looked exactly the same, the
[1:03:26] Speaker 1: pine spirals still there, like the trees had grown in
[1:03:30] Speaker 1: deliberate concentric rings. No animals, no signs of people. I
[1:03:36] Speaker 1: set up the tripod, calibrated the mic, and began recording.
[1:03:42] Speaker 1: At first, it was peaceful, crickets, faint wind, occasional owl
[1:03:49] Speaker 1: hoots drifting from the canopy, clean audio, nothing strange, but
[1:03:55] Speaker 1: I kept my eye on the clock. Three forty fifty
[1:03:59] Speaker 1: nine seconds, three forty one gone. All of it sound
[1:04:09] Speaker 1: just ceased to exist. The lydm I recorder flickered once,
[1:04:14] Speaker 1: then held steady. The wave form of my laptop froze
[1:04:17] Speaker 1: into a flat bar. I tapped the mic, nothing, not
[1:04:23] Speaker 1: even a pop. The only thing I could hear was
[1:04:26] Speaker 1: my own breath, louder than it should have been, sharp, exposed,
[1:04:32] Speaker 1: like it didn't belong in this stillness. What the hell?
[1:04:37] Speaker 1: I muttered? The words felt intrusive, wrong, like I just
[1:04:42] Speaker 1: shouted during a funeral. Then crunch a twig directly behind
[1:04:52] Speaker 1: me close. I spawn flashlight up and that's when the
[1:04:59] Speaker 1: noise came back. But it didn't return the same. It
[1:05:03] Speaker 1: surged in like a recording played through broken speakers, echoing
[1:05:08] Speaker 1: and unsinked. The trees creaked underlay, the wind hiccoughed, and
[1:05:14] Speaker 1: something was moving not straight toward me, around me, circling fast.
[1:05:23] Speaker 1: I whipped the flashlight left and right, catching glimpses of
[1:05:26] Speaker 1: limbs between trunks, slender, too long, moving in bursts, blurring
[1:05:32] Speaker 1: between shadows. Then I saw it ahead, upside down, hanging
[1:05:42] Speaker 1: from high in the trees, like it was suspended by
[1:05:45] Speaker 1: its legs, wide, black eyes like oil pool reflections, stringy
[1:05:51] Speaker 1: hair clinging to a crumpled gray face, skin like soaked paper, wrinkled, smiling.
[1:06:01] Speaker 1: Its mouth was too wide. Then her hand began to
[1:06:05] Speaker 1: reach slowly. The hand approached and never stopped. The limbs
[1:06:12] Speaker 1: stretched slowly, impossibly, the shoulder never moving from the tree,
[1:06:18] Speaker 1: elbow bending the wrong way, fingers lengthening by the inch.
[1:06:22] Speaker 1: Despite how high up the thing was. I was in shock.
[1:06:28] Speaker 1: I couldn't move, stunned by the abnormality of what I
[1:06:31] Speaker 1: was witnessing. It reached toward my neck and brushed the
[1:06:36] Speaker 1: leaf beside my collar bone. That was enough. I ran. Branches,
[1:06:47] Speaker 1: tore up my arms, roots caught my boots. Every few seconds,
[1:06:52] Speaker 1: I nearly trip, catch myself and push harder. I could
[1:06:57] Speaker 1: hear it behind me, above me, so fast that I
[1:07:00] Speaker 1: couldn't pinpoint where it was. It wasn't chasing on the ground,
[1:07:05] Speaker 1: it was moving through the trees, something heavy, thudding from
[1:07:09] Speaker 1: branch to branch, like a gorilla made of wood and tendon.
[1:07:13] Speaker 1: Every impact sent down a shudder, a sound that wasn't
[1:07:17] Speaker 1: just in my ears, it rang in my teeth. I
[1:07:22] Speaker 1: didn't scream, I couldn't. My breath was fire in my lungs,
[1:07:27] Speaker 1: my chest locked tight. I just ran. That was all
[1:07:33] Speaker 1: I could focus on. I didn't want to be led astray.
[1:07:37] Speaker 1: I had one goal in mind, locked on, and speed
[1:07:40] Speaker 1: was my only chance, because trying to outmaneuver this thing
[1:07:45] Speaker 1: would only push me into unknown territory. The trees started thinning.
[1:07:51] Speaker 1: I saw the glint of moonlight on glass my car.
[1:07:57] Speaker 1: I vaulted over a stump, skidd it onto the gravel,
[1:08:00] Speaker 1: and yanked the door open so hard it cracked the hinge.
[1:08:04] Speaker 1: Leaving it unlocked was my only saving grace, Knowing there
[1:08:07] Speaker 1: was no one around for miles. The keys were in
[1:08:10] Speaker 1: my coat pocket, of course they were. I scrambled, fumbled,
[1:08:16] Speaker 1: hand shaking, then bang. The hood buckled under the impact.
[1:08:24] Speaker 1: A single hand slapped down onto the windshield, long fingers, bone,
[1:08:29] Speaker 1: white skin, unkempt, black nails, dragging screeching lines across the glass,
[1:08:35] Speaker 1: like it was trying to peel it open. Its face
[1:08:39] Speaker 1: leaned in, neck so long it had to twist a
[1:08:42] Speaker 1: few times. That peer in inverted, grinning, eyes like oil,
[1:08:48] Speaker 1: pulled over bone. The keys hid the ignition. The engine coughed, thin, caught.
[1:08:55] Speaker 1: I slammed it into drive and hit the gas. Gravel
[1:08:59] Speaker 1: exploded behind the tires. I clipped a tree as I
[1:09:02] Speaker 1: peeled out. The thing blurred past the rear view mirror,
[1:09:06] Speaker 1: arms trailing like ropes of wet muscle. I didn't lock
[1:09:11] Speaker 1: in the mirror to see if it followed. I just
[1:09:14] Speaker 1: drove fast, stupid fast. The trees a blur of black
[1:09:20] Speaker 1: and silver, the trail nothing but instinct. I didn't breathe
[1:09:26] Speaker 1: until I saw the welcome sign for the next town.
[1:09:32] Speaker 1: When I got home, I locked the door behind me,
[1:09:35] Speaker 1: dead bolt chain, even with a chair under the knob.
[1:09:39] Speaker 1: Then every window, one by one. I knew it was pointless,
[1:09:44] Speaker 1: but it felt like doing something, like I still had control.
[1:09:49] Speaker 1: My laptop was still on the kitchen table. I opened
[1:09:53] Speaker 1: it as I walked past, booting up the file system
[1:09:56] Speaker 1: before I even kicked my boots off. The plan was simple,
[1:10:01] Speaker 1: pull the upload, scrub it from the app, maybe even
[1:10:04] Speaker 1: write a warning, something vague that wouldn't get me laughed
[1:10:07] Speaker 1: off the platform. But then I saw the notifications, dozens
[1:10:13] Speaker 1: of emails, subject lines in bold. Something was in my
[1:10:18] Speaker 1: hallway last night. I saw her. She watched me sleep.
[1:10:23] Speaker 1: It knocked until three forty two. Then it started climbing.
[1:10:28] Speaker 1: My hands went cold. One message had an attachment, a
[1:10:33] Speaker 1: blurry phone photo, the edge of a blackened head, blurred
[1:10:37] Speaker 1: from movement, too familiar to dismiss, sixteen floors up. I
[1:10:45] Speaker 1: sat there, staring at it. This was my fault, not
[1:10:50] Speaker 1: because I recorded it. That was a fluke, an accident.
[1:10:55] Speaker 1: But I'd uploaded it, I'd left it public, ignored the
[1:10:59] Speaker 1: early one. I doubted myself because the alternative was accepting
[1:11:04] Speaker 1: something I couldn't explain. I should have pulled it days ago.
[1:11:10] Speaker 1: Now I had my chance. I didn't know if deleting
[1:11:14] Speaker 1: it would undo anything. Maybe the damage was already done,
[1:11:18] Speaker 1: maybe whatever this was had already spread. But if I
[1:11:21] Speaker 1: left it up, more people would hear it, more people
[1:11:26] Speaker 1: would see it, more people would bring it back. So
[1:11:34] Speaker 1: I made the call. I pulled the file from the
[1:11:37] Speaker 1: content manager, sent takedown requests to mirror sites, deleted the
[1:11:42] Speaker 1: roarer uploads from the appcue everywhere I could find it,
[1:11:46] Speaker 1: I wiped it. It was over. I sat back in
[1:11:51] Speaker 1: my chair. My phone lit up in the dark. I
[1:11:59] Speaker 1: reached for it with shaking hands. New notifications from listeners.
[1:12:07] Speaker 1: Whatever you did, thank you. It's quiet again. The notifications
[1:12:13] Speaker 1: kept coming in, all from people who'd messaged before, the
[1:12:18] Speaker 1: ones who'd said they were being followed, stalked, haunted. Relief
[1:12:23] Speaker 1: washed over me, feeling like I at least selvaged something
[1:12:26] Speaker 1: good from this whole thing. But my night was just
[1:12:31] Speaker 1: getting started. I didn't sleep, I couldn't. Instead, I stayed
[1:12:38] Speaker 1: on the hallway floor, legs cramping, back pressed against the wall,
[1:12:43] Speaker 1: every light in the apartment blazing. I kept the laptop
[1:12:47] Speaker 1: open on my knees, the inbox still flooding with new messages.
[1:12:51] Speaker 1: Strangers thanking me, telling me the knocking had stopped, that
[1:12:55] Speaker 1: they were finally safe. But inside my own apartment, something
[1:13:02] Speaker 1: was beginning to stir. It started subtly, like a change
[1:13:07] Speaker 1: in barometric pressure. The temperature dipped, the buzzing from the
[1:13:12] Speaker 1: fridge stuttered. I heard a soft creak in the ceiling
[1:13:16] Speaker 1: above me. It wasn't a pipe or settling joist, with
[1:13:21] Speaker 1: a deliberate sound of weight shifting across all the wood.
[1:13:26] Speaker 1: I froze for minutes, nothing, Then a whisper of motion
[1:13:33] Speaker 1: against the far wall, the sound of something just brushing
[1:13:37] Speaker 1: the paint with the tips of his fingers. When the
[1:13:41] Speaker 1: tapping came, it was so faint I almost missed it.
[1:13:46] Speaker 1: Tick tick tick. I turned toward the sound, and my
[1:13:51] Speaker 1: stomach sank. It was coming from the living room window.
[1:13:57] Speaker 1: I stood cautiously slow, just enough to catch a glimpse
[1:14:02] Speaker 1: through the frosty glass, just a faint impression of movement,
[1:14:07] Speaker 1: like someone had passed by a moment earlier. I backed away,
[1:14:12] Speaker 1: heart hammering. The tappings shifted, now coming from the back door,
[1:14:18] Speaker 1: then from the ceiling hatch. Every surface of the apartment
[1:14:23] Speaker 1: seemed to carry the sound, like a tuning fork, as
[1:14:26] Speaker 1: if something were circling inside the walls, growing bolder by
[1:14:30] Speaker 1: the second. Testing the house for the weakest point of entry,
[1:14:35] Speaker 1: The lights dimmed, as if the apartment itself were exhaling.
[1:14:40] Speaker 1: I couldn't tell if it wanted to come in, or
[1:14:43] Speaker 1: if it was already here. That question answered itself A
[1:14:48] Speaker 1: moment later. The lights above me dimmed again, not in
[1:14:53] Speaker 1: a flicker, but in a slow, deliberate pulse like the
[1:14:57] Speaker 1: apartment was breathing somewhere deep in the walls. The plaster
[1:15:01] Speaker 1: shifted with a muffled thud, and then another, each one
[1:15:06] Speaker 1: closer than the last. Something large was crawling its way
[1:15:10] Speaker 1: toward the center of the room. I stayed perfectly still.
[1:15:16] Speaker 1: Then the dry wall to my left bulged outward, just slightly,
[1:15:22] Speaker 1: a shallow swell, like someone was pressing a hand against
[1:15:26] Speaker 1: it from the other side. I stared as the bulge
[1:15:29] Speaker 1: drifted along the wall, dragging down toward the floor. Something
[1:15:34] Speaker 1: ran his fingers across the baseboard, slow and lingering, tracing
[1:15:38] Speaker 1: the shape of the apartment. A soft hiss followed the
[1:15:43] Speaker 1: unmistakable sound of breathing sliding from behind paint. I packed
[1:15:49] Speaker 1: up until my spine hid the opposite wall. The thing
[1:15:53] Speaker 1: in my home shifted directions, scuttling up toward the ceiling.
[1:15:57] Speaker 1: The plaster bowed overhead, dust drifting down in thin gray streams.
[1:16:03] Speaker 1: Whatever it was, it wasn't bound to floors or gravity.
[1:16:08] Speaker 1: It moved like a spider through insulation and beams, pushing
[1:16:11] Speaker 1: against the structure, testing how thin the barriers were. The
[1:16:16] Speaker 1: ceiling vent rattled, then the metal grill bent outward. Long
[1:16:21] Speaker 1: fingers had hooked into the slats and was prying them apart.
[1:16:26] Speaker 1: One slat snapped, another warped. A black knuckle shaped silhouette
[1:16:31] Speaker 1: pressed through skin, stretched thin over something too sharp to
[1:16:35] Speaker 1: be bone. I scrambled across the floor, hard, timmering so
[1:16:40] Speaker 1: hard I heard it in my ears. The vents split wider.
[1:16:45] Speaker 1: A hand slid out, long, gray wrinkled nails like splinters
[1:16:52] Speaker 1: of obsidian. It curled slowly, searching the air, the way
[1:16:57] Speaker 1: someone might test water before stepping in. I rotated toward me,
[1:17:03] Speaker 1: knuckles cracking, reaching, and then it stopped, frozen mid motion,
[1:17:15] Speaker 1: because it was listening the same way it listened to
[1:17:18] Speaker 1: the silence in the woods. I covered my mouth with
[1:17:22] Speaker 1: both hands, shaking so hard my teeth clicked. Then a sound.
[1:17:32] Speaker 1: It wasn't from me or the thing, but from the table,
[1:17:37] Speaker 1: a sharp ping. My phone, still face up near the door,
[1:17:42] Speaker 1: lit up with a notification. The sound cut through the
[1:17:45] Speaker 1: silence like a siren. Instantly, something shifted, a blur of
[1:17:51] Speaker 1: motion too fast, A process shot across the room. The hand,
[1:17:57] Speaker 1: or part of it lashed out from the dark and
[1:18:00] Speaker 1: struck the phone with surgical precision crack. The screen shattered
[1:18:06] Speaker 1: inward like it had been struck with a mallet. The
[1:18:10] Speaker 1: phone skidded across the floor, buzzing once before dying. I
[1:18:15] Speaker 1: covered my mouth with both hands, paralyzed. Then another pin
[1:18:22] Speaker 1: from the laptop, an email. It shifted again, the thing
[1:18:28] Speaker 1: in the walls. I saw the hand jut out once more,
[1:18:32] Speaker 1: just inches from the keyboard, now fingers twitching, hovering for
[1:18:38] Speaker 1: this time, it didn't strike. It paused, almost curious. The
[1:18:48] Speaker 1: same force that crossed the phone in a single blow
[1:18:51] Speaker 1: now hovered in silence, tense, with restraint. There was a
[1:18:56] Speaker 1: recognition in the stillness. The hand flattened, its palm on
[1:19:02] Speaker 1: the ground. I didn't dare move, scared to even just
[1:19:07] Speaker 1: stir the air. Once flat, the arms swept around in
[1:19:12] Speaker 1: wide arcs around the room. It was searching, large motions,
[1:19:18] Speaker 1: sometimes far away, with suddenly inches from my heel. If
[1:19:24] Speaker 1: it were death, I could have jumped rolled away with
[1:19:27] Speaker 1: good timing, but I was still frozen to the spot,
[1:19:31] Speaker 1: and soon it bumped into my body. On contact. It
[1:19:38] Speaker 1: went frantic, sweeping motions over me, mapping me until it
[1:19:43] Speaker 1: figured out who I was. My angle on the floor,
[1:19:46] Speaker 1: the direction I was locking. It latched unto my wrists tightly,
[1:19:52] Speaker 1: but didn't crush my limb like I expected. It pulled
[1:19:56] Speaker 1: a taut motion that gave me no choice but to follow.
[1:20:00] Speaker 1: Less like a dog in a leash and more like
[1:20:02] Speaker 1: an escalator. I couldn't leave unwilling, leading me to what
[1:20:08] Speaker 1: I was curious about before my laptop. All the while,
[1:20:15] Speaker 1: thoughts swam in my head, piecing together context from this
[1:20:19] Speaker 1: absurd situation. It hadn't come when I uploaded the audio,
[1:20:24] Speaker 1: not when people listened to it, not even when they
[1:20:27] Speaker 1: started writing to me terrified. It only came after I
[1:20:32] Speaker 1: took down the video, when I broke the chain, when
[1:20:36] Speaker 1: I tried to stop it from spreading. That's when it
[1:20:40] Speaker 1: noticed me. I looked over at the laptop now glowing
[1:20:46] Speaker 1: in front of me, and for the first time since
[1:20:50] Speaker 1: this all started, the idea of dying didn't seem like
[1:20:53] Speaker 1: the worst option. If this thing could be stopped by
[1:20:57] Speaker 1: ending the transmission, by letting it and with me, maybe
[1:21:02] Speaker 1: that was the answer. Maybe it was worth it. But
[1:21:08] Speaker 1: the moment passed, survival dug its claws in I sat down,
[1:21:15] Speaker 1: and the moment it felt that it released its grip
[1:21:18] Speaker 1: on my wrist, but horverd near my head in a
[1:21:21] Speaker 1: threat that was easy to read, upload or die. Fingers trembling,
[1:21:31] Speaker 1: I opened the app dashboard. The deleted video was still there,
[1:21:36] Speaker 1: sitting quietly in the recycled bin. I hovered over the
[1:21:40] Speaker 1: upload button, then I clicked it restored all the metadata.
[1:21:48] Speaker 1: The upload bar crawled from the wall behind me. I
[1:21:53] Speaker 1: heard another creak, louder, now closer. I didn't turn around.
[1:22:00] Speaker 1: I kept my eyes on the screen. As the progress
[1:22:02] Speaker 1: bar climbed thirty percent, fifty seventy two. The air around
[1:22:09] Speaker 1: me felt like it was pressing inward. It was still here,
[1:22:15] Speaker 1: It knew, it was waiting to see if I go
[1:22:18] Speaker 1: through with it. Ninety four percent. A pause, then complete.
[1:22:28] Speaker 1: The video went live, and in an instant, everything stopped.
[1:22:36] Speaker 1: No more tapping, no more movement, no more pressure in
[1:22:40] Speaker 1: the walls. The lights brightened, as if a film had
[1:22:44] Speaker 1: been peeled away from the bulbs. It was gone, and
[1:22:50] Speaker 1: for the first time in what felt like days, sound, beautiful,
[1:22:56] Speaker 1: living sound. I exhaled, really exhaled, like I hadn't in days,
[1:23:05] Speaker 1: and I hated how relieved I felt. Life went on,
[1:23:18] Speaker 1: people forgot, moved on, slept again, but I didn't, not really.
[1:23:26] Speaker 1: I still wake up every day and open my laptop
[1:23:30] Speaker 1: it's automatic now, muscle memory. I don't check emails, don't
[1:23:35] Speaker 1: check socials, just the view count three eighteen, three twenty two,
[1:23:42] Speaker 1: three thirty eight. Every number feels heavier than the last.
[1:23:48] Speaker 1: I don't see them as just numbers. Each one is
[1:23:52] Speaker 1: a person, a victim. I still record sometimes to keep
[1:23:59] Speaker 1: my self saying short trips close to the town, never
[1:24:04] Speaker 1: at night, and I never upload the roar audio. I
[1:24:10] Speaker 1: listen to every second. I triple check the wave form.
[1:24:14] Speaker 1: I scrubbed the background for anything that doesn't belong. And
[1:24:18] Speaker 1: when the clock hits three forty one a m. I
[1:24:21] Speaker 1: make sure I'm in bed, ear plugs, in lights on,
[1:24:26] Speaker 1: eyes shut tight, because I know now it's not the
[1:24:33] Speaker 1: silence that gets you, it's what follows. The call came
[1:24:48] Speaker 1: on a Tuesday morning, just after I poured my first coffee.
[1:24:53] Speaker 1: It was an unknown number with the rural area code.
[1:24:55] Speaker 1: I didn't recognize. I almost let it ring out. Nothing
[1:25:00] Speaker 1: good it ever comes from a stranger calling before nine
[1:25:03] Speaker 1: a m. But something in me picked up anyway, it's
[1:25:09] Speaker 1: this Ethan, A man asked. His voice was steady and official. YEA,
[1:25:15] Speaker 1: I said, who is this? It's a sheriff Talbot Redwood County.
[1:25:22] Speaker 1: I'm sorry to contact you like this, son, we've recovered
[1:25:26] Speaker 1: a woman's body in the state forest. Your sister. You're
[1:25:30] Speaker 1: listed as the closest next of kin. I actually laughed
[1:25:36] Speaker 1: one short, confused breath. You've got the wrong guy. A pause.
[1:25:43] Speaker 1: Then Page's rustling. Her name was Sarah Morecroft, my last name.
[1:25:52] Speaker 1: I sat down a little too quickly. My coffee sloshed
[1:25:55] Speaker 1: over the rim. Okay, well, that's definitely not me, I said,
[1:26:01] Speaker 1: I don't have a sister. I've never had a sister.
[1:26:06] Speaker 1: He paused for a moment. Your mother was Angela Morcroft? Correct? Was?
[1:26:12] Speaker 1: I said? She died three years ago, and your father alive,
[1:26:18] Speaker 1: but he lives in Nevada. Now we don't talk much.
[1:26:23] Speaker 1: Talbert cleared his throat. Well, sir, I understand this is difficult,
[1:26:29] Speaker 1: but our office already ran a preliminary DNA test. The
[1:26:33] Speaker 1: state Lab sent the results thirty minutes ago. The deceased
[1:26:36] Speaker 1: woman is a full biological sibling match ninety nine point
[1:26:40] Speaker 1: nine nine percent. The room tilted for a second. I
[1:26:47] Speaker 1: thought the sheriff might have misread something, mixed up files,
[1:26:50] Speaker 1: contaminated samples, or maybe there was a glitch in whatever
[1:26:54] Speaker 1: software they used. Look, I began, trying to keep any
[1:26:59] Speaker 1: panic from my voice. I'm an only child, always have been.
[1:27:04] Speaker 1: My dad would have mentioned something like this, like a
[1:27:07] Speaker 1: dead daughter, my mom. I cut myself off. She wasn't
[1:27:12] Speaker 1: here to clarify anything. I understand. Talbot said, but the
[1:27:17] Speaker 1: state doesn't normally get these things wrong. I'm afraid will
[1:27:21] Speaker 1: need you to come down and formally identify the next
[1:27:23] Speaker 1: of kin. My brain snagged on the phrase like it
[1:27:29] Speaker 1: was written in another language. Formally identify the next of kin?
[1:27:35] Speaker 1: How was I supposed to identify someone I didn't even
[1:27:38] Speaker 1: know existed? Identify her how? I asked quietly in person.
[1:27:45] Speaker 1: He said, when you see her yourself, we'll know more.
[1:27:51] Speaker 1: His words stuck with me long after the call ended.
[1:27:55] Speaker 1: When you see her yourself, we'll know more. The implication
[1:27:59] Speaker 1: was and subtle. Whoever she was, whoever I apparently shared
[1:28:05] Speaker 1: blood with, they thought I would recognize her. I drove
[1:28:13] Speaker 1: six hours to Redwood County. It was a nowhere town
[1:28:17] Speaker 1: that didn't even bother with a welcome sign. It was
[1:28:20] Speaker 1: surrounded by forests, littered with gas stations, and a stretch
[1:28:24] Speaker 1: of road that looked like they'd been forgotten by time
[1:28:26] Speaker 1: and funding. The sheriff met me outside the building. It
[1:28:32] Speaker 1: was an older guy with a drooping mustache and a
[1:28:35] Speaker 1: wrinkled face that looked like it had been whittled out
[1:28:37] Speaker 1: of pine bark. He nodded and led me through a
[1:28:41] Speaker 1: side entrance into the coroner's suite. I'd expected it to
[1:28:46] Speaker 1: be like what you see on TV, with high tick
[1:28:48] Speaker 1: equipment and bright white tiles, but instead I was greeted
[1:28:53] Speaker 1: with a concrete floor, the loneium walls, and the smell
[1:28:57] Speaker 1: of preserved meat and bleach that assaulted my She's in
[1:29:02] Speaker 1: draw six, the coroner said quietly, a woman mid fifties.
[1:29:07] Speaker 1: Maybe her badge read Dr. Elkins. I followed her to
[1:29:13] Speaker 1: the wall of refrigerated units. She glanced at me like
[1:29:17] Speaker 1: she was waiting for me to give her a reason
[1:29:19] Speaker 1: not to do this. I didn't. She pulled open the drawer.
[1:29:28] Speaker 1: The moment I saw the body, my stomach turned cold.
[1:29:34] Speaker 1: She was about thirty maybe thirty five, skin, pale, lips
[1:29:39] Speaker 1: drawn back, dark hair, brittle and sunken around a jaw.
[1:29:44] Speaker 1: There was something about her face that wasn't quite alien.
[1:29:49] Speaker 1: If anything, it was worse than that. She looked like
[1:29:54] Speaker 1: my mother, close enough that I instinctively took a step back.
[1:30:00] Speaker 1: Same nose, same curve of the cheekbones, same slightly offcenter
[1:30:05] Speaker 1: parting of her hair. But there was something wrong beneath
[1:30:09] Speaker 1: the familiarity. Her frame was frail, like she gone years
[1:30:13] Speaker 1: without proper food. Her ribs rose like piano keys. Beneath
[1:30:17] Speaker 1: her skin, fingers bone thin and curved, like they'd been
[1:30:21] Speaker 1: clenched for too long, and a skin grayish waxy, was
[1:30:28] Speaker 1: marred by little patches of what looked like hardened scarring
[1:30:31] Speaker 1: around the nose and mouth. Elkins noticed me staring calcified
[1:30:38] Speaker 1: scar tissue in the lungs. Probably longtime exposure to mineral
[1:30:42] Speaker 1: heavy dust could be a fungal build up. Honestly, we
[1:30:46] Speaker 1: haven't seen anything like it outside of old mining accidents.
[1:30:51] Speaker 1: She paused. Do you have any idea how this happened?
[1:30:57] Speaker 1: I shook my head. I had and even known she
[1:31:00] Speaker 1: existed a few days ago. Sorry, she said gently, didn't
[1:31:05] Speaker 1: mean to push. The sheriff stepped closer and handed me
[1:31:10] Speaker 1: a sealed evidence bag. Inside was a small, water damaged polaroid.
[1:31:17] Speaker 1: It looked like it had been clutched tight for years, creased,
[1:31:20] Speaker 1: torn in one corner, yellowed at the edges. I turned
[1:31:25] Speaker 1: it over. It was me, five years old, bowl cut,
[1:31:32] Speaker 1: missing front teeth, standing in the grass somewhere with a
[1:31:36] Speaker 1: toy plane in my hand. Next to me, it was
[1:31:39] Speaker 1: a girl about my age, smiling, holding my hand like
[1:31:43] Speaker 1: we'd done it a hundred times. The background was a
[1:31:47] Speaker 1: blur of summer, the corner of her house I barely recognized.
[1:31:53] Speaker 1: I didn't remember taking that photo. I didn't remember her,
[1:31:59] Speaker 1: but there we were, like siblings, like we belonged together.
[1:32:06] Speaker 1: I told myself a hundred times I was going to
[1:32:10] Speaker 1: sell the house after Mom died. I even had a
[1:32:13] Speaker 1: reel to and stand by keys in a manilla envelope,
[1:32:17] Speaker 1: business card paper clip to the top, but I never
[1:32:23] Speaker 1: followed through. Every time I tried, something in me locked up.
[1:32:28] Speaker 1: My chest became heavy, and it was like I was
[1:32:31] Speaker 1: abandoning my parents, my childhood, everything that used to feel solid.
[1:32:37] Speaker 1: It wasn't logical. I knew she was gone. I knew
[1:32:40] Speaker 1: the house couldn't hold on to them, not really, but
[1:32:44] Speaker 1: some part of me still believed that as long as
[1:32:47] Speaker 1: I had the keys, as long as the furniture stayed
[1:32:50] Speaker 1: where they left it, I hadn't lost everything. So when
[1:32:55] Speaker 1: I got back from Redwood County. That's where I went.
[1:33:01] Speaker 1: The house was still how I'd left it, sheets over
[1:33:04] Speaker 1: the furniture, a faint trace of Mom's perfumes still lingered
[1:33:07] Speaker 1: on the carpet. Every room carried a memory, like wallpaper,
[1:33:12] Speaker 1: But now that wallpaper felt thinner, brittle, like if I
[1:33:17] Speaker 1: peeled back the right corner, something else might be underneath.
[1:33:23] Speaker 1: I started in the living room. Her storage tubs were
[1:33:27] Speaker 1: still stacked behind the couch, labeled in neat cursive X
[1:33:32] Speaker 1: mess important papers, Ethan's school and photos. That was the
[1:33:41] Speaker 1: one I grabbed first. I sat cross legged on the floor,
[1:33:46] Speaker 1: a plastic tub between my knees, and flipped through album
[1:33:49] Speaker 1: after album, baby pictures, birthday parties, school photos, smiles and
[1:33:56] Speaker 1: crown drawings aneast the basket. But somewhere around age three
[1:34:03] Speaker 1: the timeline blurred photos were missing, Whole pages had been
[1:34:08] Speaker 1: ripped out, slices of times gone without explanation, No photos
[1:34:14] Speaker 1: between Halloween of ninety three and the summer of ninety seven,
[1:34:19] Speaker 1: just blank spots, torn stops where glue once held something real.
[1:34:25] Speaker 1: I checked three more albums, same thing, Age three to
[1:34:30] Speaker 1: seven erased gone. I had to wonder had my mum
[1:34:37] Speaker 1: done this? Was she trying to hide something? Or had
[1:34:41] Speaker 1: it been Dad? I could almost hear his voice in
[1:34:45] Speaker 1: my head, annoyed, impatient. Why tick up the past? Nothing
[1:34:51] Speaker 1: good comes from there. The thing is I wasn't digging,
[1:34:57] Speaker 1: I was remembering moh trying to. It was nearly midnight
[1:35:06] Speaker 1: by the time I finished tearing through the boxes and albums.
[1:35:10] Speaker 1: I didn't want to stay the night. The house didn't
[1:35:13] Speaker 1: feel like mine anymore. It was still the same layout
[1:35:16] Speaker 1: I grew up in the same walls and corners, but
[1:35:21] Speaker 1: without them there it felt hollow. But I hadn't slept
[1:35:26] Speaker 1: much since the Morgue, and the highway back to the
[1:35:29] Speaker 1: city was all curves and blind turns. I didn't want
[1:35:33] Speaker 1: to risk it, not with the rain starting to spit
[1:35:36] Speaker 1: and streak the windows, so I stayed. The air mattress
[1:35:42] Speaker 1: I kept rolled in the trunk was still there, along
[1:35:44] Speaker 1: with the sleeping bag and a half dead flashlight. I
[1:35:48] Speaker 1: inflated it in what used to be the den, hardwood floor,
[1:35:52] Speaker 1: high ceilings, and the dusty ghost of where the couch
[1:35:55] Speaker 1: used to be. The smell in the house had turned
[1:35:58] Speaker 1: damp like wet cordboard and neglected drains. I had to
[1:36:03] Speaker 1: wipe the floor down with a dish towel, just to
[1:36:05] Speaker 1: make room. The silence pressed in. Once I lay down,
[1:36:10] Speaker 1: I left the hallway light on just in case. I
[1:36:16] Speaker 1: don't know when I fell asleep. I just remember waking
[1:36:20] Speaker 1: to a voice. It whispered my name, faintly, softly, almost playful,
[1:36:28] Speaker 1: coming from somewhere down the hall. I froze for a moment,
[1:36:33] Speaker 1: holding my breath to listen out, but there was only silence.
[1:36:39] Speaker 1: I sat up, reached for my phone to take the time.
[1:36:43] Speaker 1: It was three am. That was when I saw them.
[1:36:49] Speaker 1: There were bare, muddy footprints tracking across the wood floor
[1:36:52] Speaker 1: from the kitchen, leading from the back door. They were small,
[1:36:58] Speaker 1: too small to be mine, too wide apart to be
[1:37:00] Speaker 1: a child crawling. They ended at the edge of my
[1:37:04] Speaker 1: air mattress, right at the corner where my head had
[1:37:08] Speaker 1: been moments earlier, and there were no prints going back.
[1:37:14] Speaker 1: I stood slowly, not breathing hard, smashing my ribs, and
[1:37:19] Speaker 1: backed into the kitchen. I flicked on the overhead light.
[1:37:24] Speaker 1: The back door was locked, dead bolt in place, no
[1:37:27] Speaker 1: windows broken, no wind, no creaking. I pulled out my
[1:37:33] Speaker 1: phone and opened the app for the old security cameras
[1:37:37] Speaker 1: I'd installed them right after month passed. They were cheap,
[1:37:40] Speaker 1: motion sensitive ones, just enough to spook off any squatters
[1:37:44] Speaker 1: or drifters. The house had sat vacant too long, and
[1:37:48] Speaker 1: I didn't trust people not to take advantage. The feed
[1:37:53] Speaker 1: from the backyard loaded first at two fifty a m.
[1:37:58] Speaker 1: The camera glitched for just the frame. Then the back
[1:38:01] Speaker 1: door opened, slowly, no one in sight. Then something entered, small,
[1:38:11] Speaker 1: crouched low like an animal. Its outline shimmered like heat
[1:38:15] Speaker 1: on pavement, and then the feed glitched again, static blooming
[1:38:20] Speaker 1: across the screen, and the door was closed. Nothing else.
[1:38:26] Speaker 1: I screwked back and forth, pausing at the exact frame
[1:38:30] Speaker 1: where the things stepped through. There was no shape to it,
[1:38:35] Speaker 1: but there was a shadow, and the shadow reached out
[1:38:38] Speaker 1: to touch the doorframe like it was routine. I turned half,
[1:38:43] Speaker 1: expecting something to be standing in the room behind me, empty,
[1:38:50] Speaker 1: except the footprints were try now crackling like they'd been
[1:38:55] Speaker 1: there for hours. I went still, whisper came again, closer,
[1:39:02] Speaker 1: this time you've forgot me. I spent most of the
[1:39:10] Speaker 1: morning sitting in the same chair I used to eat
[1:39:12] Speaker 1: cereal in as a kid, staring out the window like
[1:39:16] Speaker 1: I expected the trees to spell something out for me.
[1:39:20] Speaker 1: When I finally dialed, I already knew what he'd say,
[1:39:25] Speaker 1: but I needed to hear it. He picked up on
[1:39:28] Speaker 1: the third ring. Yeah, Dad, I said, it's me. I pause.
[1:39:39] Speaker 1: So everything okay? No, I said, not even close. I
[1:39:46] Speaker 1: could already hear the defensiveness loading behind his silence. I
[1:39:51] Speaker 1: need to ask you something, and I need you to
[1:39:53] Speaker 1: tell me the truth. No nonsense, he sighed heavy through
[1:39:58] Speaker 1: the receiver. It's about your mother's house again. No, I said,
[1:40:05] Speaker 1: it's about my sister. That word landed hard. I heard
[1:40:12] Speaker 1: it hit him. Something shifted in the way he breathed,
[1:40:16] Speaker 1: but his voice didn't break when he replied, you don't
[1:40:20] Speaker 1: have a sister. There was a body found in Redwood County,
[1:40:25] Speaker 1: a woman I was listed as the closest necks of kin.
[1:40:29] Speaker 1: The state ran a DNA test. She was a ninety
[1:40:32] Speaker 1: nine point nine nine percent sibling match. That's not possible,
[1:40:37] Speaker 1: he said, instantly, too quick. It's a mistake. They mix
[1:40:42] Speaker 1: things up all the time. You know they don't, and
[1:40:45] Speaker 1: you're dodging. I'm not dodging anything. He snapped. There was
[1:40:50] Speaker 1: no sister. There was no other kid. If this is
[1:40:53] Speaker 1: some scam or some prank. I don't want anything to
[1:40:56] Speaker 1: do with it. I forced myself to stay calm. Then
[1:41:01] Speaker 1: explain the photo, I said, the one she was holding,
[1:41:06] Speaker 1: it's me five years old with her and all the
[1:41:10] Speaker 1: photo albums in the house of the same years ripped
[1:41:13] Speaker 1: out like someone wanted to erase her silence longer this time. Then, jeez,
[1:41:23] Speaker 1: you sound like your mother, he muttered, digging into things.
[1:41:26] Speaker 1: I don't matter. She was always like that, making stories
[1:41:30] Speaker 1: out of shadows. He was unraveling. Dad. I said, just
[1:41:37] Speaker 1: tell me the truth. I am telling you, he said louder. Now,
[1:41:43] Speaker 1: there was never a daughter, just you. That's it. You
[1:41:47] Speaker 1: understand me. I opened my mouth, but the line went dead.
[1:41:54] Speaker 1: He hung up. I stared at the phone in shock.
[1:41:58] Speaker 1: Part of me hoped he would call, but he didn't.
[1:42:03] Speaker 1: I opened my laptop and started digging. The county clerk's
[1:42:07] Speaker 1: website was a mess, but with the right filters and
[1:42:11] Speaker 1: an address I'd memorized decades ago, I found what I
[1:42:15] Speaker 1: was looking for. It was a public record dated twenty
[1:42:19] Speaker 1: seven years ago, filed under Angela Morecraft report type missing
[1:42:25] Speaker 1: person minor name redacted, juvenile protection relation daughter age five,
[1:42:36] Speaker 1: case status closed withdrawn by father, child safety accounted for
[1:42:43] Speaker 1: signed Richard Morecraft. Time elapsed forty eight hours. She tried
[1:42:51] Speaker 1: to report it. He made it disappear, just like her.
[1:42:59] Speaker 1: Around sun, I heard a small, sharp tap from the
[1:43:02] Speaker 1: back hallway, then another, then a third closer, like someone
[1:43:08] Speaker 1: drumming their fingernails along the wall while they walked. I
[1:43:12] Speaker 1: rose and listened, but there was nothing. Then there was
[1:43:18] Speaker 1: a whisper, so faint. I wasn't sure if it was
[1:43:21] Speaker 1: my imagination, hey soft, curious as if testing the air.
[1:43:31] Speaker 1: I grabbed my keys and went straight to the front door.
[1:43:34] Speaker 1: Twisted the knob, but it didn't budge. I threw my
[1:43:38] Speaker 1: shoulder into it. Nothing, not even a rattle. Cold crept
[1:43:44] Speaker 1: up my back. I tried the back door, then the windows.
[1:43:48] Speaker 1: I even hauled a dining chair and smashed it against
[1:43:51] Speaker 1: the largest pane. The chair just bounced. The glass didn't
[1:43:56] Speaker 1: even tremble. On the final impact, the room exhaled a low,
[1:44:02] Speaker 1: vibrating groan from the walls that felt disappointed. That's when
[1:44:09] Speaker 1: the house went quiet, a sealed space, quiet, like someone
[1:44:13] Speaker 1: had wrapped the place in cotton. And then came the
[1:44:17] Speaker 1: second whisper. Closer, don't leave yet. I backed into the
[1:44:25] Speaker 1: living room chest tight. The lights dimmed, and that when
[1:44:31] Speaker 1: everything started. More taps, faster, sharper, scratching, racing along the
[1:44:38] Speaker 1: walls in erratic loops, then pounding, pounding hard, like fists
[1:44:43] Speaker 1: beating from the inside of the walls trying to break out.
[1:44:47] Speaker 1: The lights flickered with each strike. I stumbled backwards and
[1:44:51] Speaker 1: something cold wrapped around my ankle. I screamed and fell,
[1:44:56] Speaker 1: kicking instinctively. Nothing there but the imprint stayed, a perfect
[1:45:02] Speaker 1: child size handprint, pale against my skin. I scrambled under
[1:45:07] Speaker 1: the couch, panting, clutching my shirt. Then the ceiling above
[1:45:13] Speaker 1: me began to weep, water, thick drops falling hard enough
[1:45:18] Speaker 1: to splatter against the floorboards. The metallic smell hit me instantly.
[1:45:23] Speaker 1: I gagged through the dripping. I heard something else beneath
[1:45:28] Speaker 1: the floor, sobbing, her child's sobs, muffled but unmistakable, shaking
[1:45:36] Speaker 1: the wooden planks beneath my feet. I didn't want to move,
[1:45:41] Speaker 1: but the house forced me to feel it. Suddenly, the
[1:45:45] Speaker 1: back door creaked open. It wasn't forced open by anything,
[1:45:50] Speaker 1: just wide open, like it had been waiting for me
[1:45:53] Speaker 1: to notice. I didn't think.
[1:45:57] Speaker 2: I ran.
[1:45:59] Speaker 1: The yard was still wet with rain. Grass slickened my
[1:46:03] Speaker 1: shoes as I cut toward the shed. It was pure instinct,
[1:46:07] Speaker 1: some half formed belief that if I got outside, she
[1:46:10] Speaker 1: couldn't follow, as if ghosts respected thresholds behind me. I
[1:46:16] Speaker 1: swear I heard her footsteps match mine. I ran too,
[1:46:22] Speaker 1: She whispered. The footsteps kept pace, so I changed tact
[1:46:28] Speaker 1: and looked for somewhere to hide. I remembered my old spot,
[1:46:32] Speaker 1: the place I go to when I was overwhelmed as
[1:46:35] Speaker 1: a kid, the shed. I threw open the shed door
[1:46:40] Speaker 1: and slammed it. Shot behind me, latched it, even though
[1:46:43] Speaker 1: the wood was soft from water damage like that would
[1:46:46] Speaker 1: stop anything inside. The air was thick with rust and dust.
[1:46:53] Speaker 1: Everything smelled old and sour. I tried to catch my breath,
[1:46:58] Speaker 1: but she kept speaking. I hid too, she said, I
[1:47:05] Speaker 1: thought it would keep me safe. Something in me recoiled.
[1:47:11] Speaker 1: I was running on pure instinct, but according to her,
[1:47:15] Speaker 1: I was doing everything as planned, following a route she
[1:47:18] Speaker 1: had as a child. Outside, the footsteps returned slow, deliberate,
[1:47:26] Speaker 1: circling the shed. If I was being predictable, then I
[1:47:30] Speaker 1: needed to throw things off. As a kid, the tool
[1:47:34] Speaker 1: closet was my go to spot big enough that you
[1:47:37] Speaker 1: could sit in there for hours and out of the
[1:47:40] Speaker 1: way for anyone not looking too hard. It was the
[1:47:43] Speaker 1: first place i'd run, so I made sure to dart
[1:47:46] Speaker 1: past it. He was relentless. The game would stop if
[1:47:52] Speaker 1: I asked, but this time he was determined to catch me.
[1:47:58] Speaker 1: The footsteps paused at the door. I scanned the shed.
[1:48:03] Speaker 1: There were crates along the wall, old reinforced toolboxes. I
[1:48:08] Speaker 1: moved toward them, desperate for something, anything that might buy
[1:48:12] Speaker 1: me seconds. If I was still a kid, i'd fit
[1:48:16] Speaker 1: in with ease, but it took me a few attempts
[1:48:19] Speaker 1: to squeeze in. I slipped the lid over and held
[1:48:23] Speaker 1: my breath. I thought I was being smart when I
[1:48:28] Speaker 1: avoided the tool closet. We always used that spot when
[1:48:31] Speaker 1: we were desperate. In total black, my heart raised. I
[1:48:38] Speaker 1: felt like there was nothing I could do to avoid
[1:48:41] Speaker 1: this predetermined path. Forced into following her steps before her demise,
[1:48:48] Speaker 1: he walked in called my name. I didn't answer. The
[1:48:55] Speaker 1: footsteps softened. I couldn't hear where she was. Then bang,
[1:49:03] Speaker 1: a strike rang out across the wood. I felt like
[1:49:06] Speaker 1: my heart would stop from the shock. Thinking it was
[1:49:09] Speaker 1: her way of saying I got you, but then another
[1:49:13] Speaker 1: bang sounded on the crate, then another. I didn't know
[1:49:17] Speaker 1: what was happening until she carried on her tail. He
[1:49:22] Speaker 1: said that's better, She murmured and started sealing me in
[1:49:31] Speaker 1: the reality of what she was doing kicked in. When
[1:49:34] Speaker 1: I felt the tip of a poorly placed nail dig
[1:49:36] Speaker 1: into my side. I screamed and threw my shoulder against
[1:49:40] Speaker 1: the lid. It didn't move. I kicked, pushed. The crate
[1:49:46] Speaker 1: wouldn't budge, no give, like the walls were holding me down,
[1:49:51] Speaker 1: not that I could get much perge with how cramped
[1:49:53] Speaker 1: the crate was. I begged, She whispered. I told him
[1:49:59] Speaker 1: I'd be I told him I'd be quiet. He didn't listen.
[1:50:06] Speaker 1: The crate shifted, tilted, then lifted. I was moving, jolted
[1:50:14] Speaker 1: across the shed floor, the world tilting. He drove me far,
[1:50:21] Speaker 1: she said, I don't know how long. I couldn't scream anymore.
[1:50:28] Speaker 1: My voice was gone, tears blurred everything scraping from inside
[1:50:34] Speaker 1: the crate, something that wasn't me, something with too many fingers.
[1:50:41] Speaker 1: I felt the little space I had in the crate
[1:50:43] Speaker 1: fill impossibly with something that felt like skin ice cold
[1:50:48] Speaker 1: against my face. And the voice that I had only
[1:50:52] Speaker 1: been hearing muffled from outside the crate spoke clearly from inside,
[1:50:57] Speaker 1: so that I could feel the cold breath. I knows.
[1:51:02] Speaker 1: When I couldn't scream, I started dreaming, and when I dreamed,
[1:51:09] Speaker 1: they heard me. It's hard to say how long I
[1:51:16] Speaker 1: was in the crate. Time didn't pass normally. In their
[1:51:20] Speaker 1: second stretched hours collapsed. I started counting breaths just to
[1:51:26] Speaker 1: keep my mind from breaking, but I lost track somewhere
[1:51:29] Speaker 1: around five hundred. The air went stale, my knees ached
[1:51:34] Speaker 1: from being folded too long, Sweat soaked through my shirt,
[1:51:38] Speaker 1: and every few minutes, something inside the wood would twitch
[1:51:41] Speaker 1: or creak, not like old wood settling, but like it
[1:51:45] Speaker 1: was breathing with me. Please stop, I begged. The voice
[1:51:52] Speaker 1: that came back wasn't sympathetic. That's what I said too.
[1:51:58] Speaker 1: Before I was buried. Her voice croaked, speaking low, an
[1:52:04] Speaker 1: inch from my ear. The weight above me got heavier.
[1:52:08] Speaker 1: I could hear the shifting of packed soil, the sound
[1:52:11] Speaker 1: of roots pushing in through cracks. I started to cry quietly, bitterly,
[1:52:19] Speaker 1: and somewhere in the grief, the truth settled in. My
[1:52:25] Speaker 1: sister was buried alive by her father, and no one
[1:52:29] Speaker 1: had come for her. I had lived a normal life,
[1:52:33] Speaker 1: birthday parties, road trips and a decent college. She had
[1:52:38] Speaker 1: died in a box, forgotten by every one, and now
[1:52:43] Speaker 1: I was in her place. And the worst part, I
[1:52:48] Speaker 1: couldn't even say she was wrong to put me here.
[1:52:52] Speaker 1: That's what gutted me the most. You didn't deserve this,
[1:52:57] Speaker 1: I whispered, none of it. The crake creaked. You're just
[1:53:02] Speaker 1: a kid. I should have known, I should have remembered.
[1:53:07] Speaker 1: I paused, tried to swallow the lump in my throat.
[1:53:11] Speaker 1: My chest was shaking. But it wasn't me who did
[1:53:14] Speaker 1: this to you. It was him silence, but I could
[1:53:21] Speaker 1: feel her listening. It should have been him inside this box,
[1:53:25] Speaker 1: not you, not me. The darkness held his breath. You
[1:53:31] Speaker 1: want someone to suffer for what happened, Fine, so do I,
[1:53:36] Speaker 1: I pleaded. I waited. A long silence passed his He's
[1:53:46] Speaker 1: still alive. The voice came from just above my head. Clear.
[1:53:53] Speaker 1: I hesitated, Yes, Another silence, and then the weight started
[1:54:01] Speaker 1: to lift. The pressure above me eased. Her presence dissipated
[1:54:07] Speaker 1: from the crate. I could feel the top of the
[1:54:11] Speaker 1: crate were just blowing inward from the pressure easing. Then
[1:54:17] Speaker 1: I'll make you a promise, she said, I'll let you
[1:54:22] Speaker 1: live if you give me him. I paused. Even with
[1:54:30] Speaker 1: everything I'd been through, some small part of me still
[1:54:33] Speaker 1: clung to the idea that I was betraying my father.
[1:54:37] Speaker 1: But then I remembered the missing child report, the photo albums,
[1:54:41] Speaker 1: the sound of nails being driven in, and the silence
[1:54:45] Speaker 1: that followed. He's in Nevada, I said, Desert Ridge, using
[1:54:52] Speaker 1: the name Edward Fox. I'll even give you the address.
[1:54:57] Speaker 1: The crate split open, just opened. Corn night air hit
[1:55:04] Speaker 1: my face like a slap. I gasped, crawling out into
[1:55:08] Speaker 1: the damp grass under a sky I hadn't seen in
[1:55:11] Speaker 1: what felt like days. No one was around, but I
[1:55:16] Speaker 1: knew she'd heard me. When I pulled myself out, I
[1:55:21] Speaker 1: expected to see the backyard. I didn't. I was in
[1:55:26] Speaker 1: the woods, deep enough that the trees blocked most of
[1:55:29] Speaker 1: the sky. Wet leaves clung to my shirt. My knees
[1:55:34] Speaker 1: buckled as I stood, legs stiff and shaking from being
[1:55:37] Speaker 1: culled up so long. For a minute, I just stood there, breathing.
[1:55:45] Speaker 1: I was alive. I turned slowly, taking in my surroundings.
[1:55:51] Speaker 1: That's when I saw the yellow police tape, fresh still
[1:55:56] Speaker 1: tied to the trunks. It sagged between two trees like
[1:55:59] Speaker 1: a cautionary whisper. There was a shallow pit nearby, half
[1:56:04] Speaker 1: filled with disturbed earth. This was it where they found her.
[1:56:11] Speaker 1: She hadn't taken me to some memory or symbolic grave.
[1:56:15] Speaker 1: She'd brought me to the exact place her body had
[1:56:18] Speaker 1: been unearthed, and somehow she'd made the journey feel like
[1:56:22] Speaker 1: a memory instead of miles. She'd retrace the path. It
[1:56:29] Speaker 1: took me hours to hike back to the road, longest
[1:56:32] Speaker 1: still to find someone willing to give me a ride
[1:56:35] Speaker 1: into town. Every step I took I thought about him,
[1:56:41] Speaker 1: my father. Part of me hoped she was already there,
[1:56:46] Speaker 1: that it was done that The next time I checked
[1:56:48] Speaker 1: the news, i'd see a report about a man found
[1:56:51] Speaker 1: dead in his trailer in Nevada, cause unknown. But part
[1:56:56] Speaker 1: of me didn't because he was still my father, and
[1:57:01] Speaker 1: even if he deserved it, I needed to understand why her,
[1:57:07] Speaker 1: Why bury her? Why make me forget? I borrowed a
[1:57:14] Speaker 1: phone from the gas station clerk. It took me three
[1:57:18] Speaker 1: tries to dial the number. He answered on the second ring.
[1:57:23] Speaker 1: His voice was groggy, probably drinking, maybe sleeping. I didn't care. Hello,
[1:57:33] Speaker 1: I said nothing at first, not knowing what to say.
[1:57:37] Speaker 1: Then I simply decided to be blunt. She's coming silence.
[1:57:46] Speaker 1: What the hell are you talking about? He snapped? Who
[1:57:50] Speaker 1: is this? You know who?
[1:57:52] Speaker 2: This is?
[1:57:54] Speaker 1: Another pause, a rustle of movement, like he was sitting
[1:57:57] Speaker 1: up straighter. Look, you never had a sister drop this nonsense.
[1:58:03] Speaker 1: Do you understand me? You're being manipulated. I could hear
[1:58:08] Speaker 1: the panic under the anger. Now you can tell her
[1:58:11] Speaker 1: that yourself, I said, flat, she's on a way to you.
[1:58:19] Speaker 1: The silence that followed didn't stretch. It snapped. Jeez, he whispered,
[1:58:28] Speaker 1: It didn't stop. I didn't say anything. He started breathing heavier,
[1:58:36] Speaker 1: not scared for himself, but scared of something bigger. Listen,
[1:58:42] Speaker 1: I didn't kill her, he said, not really. I tried
[1:58:46] Speaker 1: to stop what she was becoming, what she was bringing through.
[1:58:51] Speaker 1: He spoke like the dam had broken, like he'd been
[1:58:54] Speaker 1: waiting to say this for years. She was born wrong,
[1:58:58] Speaker 1: he said, not formed or something genetic, just off, like
[1:59:04] Speaker 1: her eyes saw something the rest of us didn't, And
[1:59:07] Speaker 1: when she talked in her sleep, the walls were sweat.
[1:59:11] Speaker 1: Do you understand water condensation? Like something was breathing on
[1:59:16] Speaker 1: the other side. At first I thought she was just disturbed,
[1:59:20] Speaker 1: maybe even gifted. But the older she got, the worse
[1:59:25] Speaker 1: it got. Bird stopped nesting near the house. Mirrors walked
[1:59:29] Speaker 1: around her. She stopped aging for almost a year. I
[1:59:35] Speaker 1: felt the blood drained from my face. She told me
[1:59:38] Speaker 1: things she had no way of knowing. She started to
[1:59:41] Speaker 1: whisper names at night, names that weren't real, not in
[1:59:44] Speaker 1: this world. They weren't even pronounceable. And one night I
[1:59:49] Speaker 1: checked the baby monitor and his voice broke. Something else
[1:59:55] Speaker 1: was whispering back down on the curb outside the gas station.
[2:00:03] Speaker 1: The world felt suddenly too big, like it was pressing
[2:00:06] Speaker 1: in from all sides. My grandfather left.
[2:00:10] Speaker 2: Journals, old country stuff. He always believed some people could
[2:00:14] Speaker 2: act like like doors, not possessed, just born open, not
[2:00:21] Speaker 2: even on purpose.
[2:00:23] Speaker 1: Sometimes something just slips through. She was one of them,
[2:00:29] Speaker 1: a breach. I tried everything, prayers, locks, psych wards, but
[2:00:36] Speaker 1: she kept getting worse. And then one day she just stopped.
[2:00:45] Speaker 1: He paused. I could hear him swallow. She came to me, calm, smiling,
[2:00:52] Speaker 1: she said, it's ready. I couldn't risk it, not the world,
[2:00:59] Speaker 1: not you. So I dealt with it and it worked.
[2:01:07] Speaker 1: I felt hollow until I told her where you were,
[2:01:13] Speaker 1: I whispered. He let out a sharp, shaking breath. You
[2:01:19] Speaker 1: don't understand, she said, That thing needed closure, a story
[2:01:25] Speaker 1: that ends. You gave it what it wanted. It doesn't
[2:01:30] Speaker 1: end with me. I'm just the final ritual, the finishing
[2:01:34] Speaker 1: nail before she begins. If I die, it's loose. There
[2:01:45] Speaker 1: was a single crackle of static on the line, and
[2:01:49] Speaker 1: then he said something I'll never forget. It wore your
[2:01:53] Speaker 1: sister like a mask, but it's not her anymore, and
[2:01:58] Speaker 1: it's not done with you. Click. The line went dead.
[2:02:09] Speaker 1: The trip home felt like a punishment. I walked for
[2:02:12] Speaker 1: miles before I found a bus stop, then another hour
[2:02:15] Speaker 1: before anything came. Transfers, delays, cold benches, paper coffee cups
[2:02:22] Speaker 1: with films skimming the top, no phone, no way to
[2:02:26] Speaker 1: check if it had happened yet, if he was still alive,
[2:02:30] Speaker 1: if he had won. Each hour that passed pulled me
[2:02:34] Speaker 1: in two directions. Part of me prayed it was over.
[2:02:38] Speaker 1: Part of me prayed it hadn't started yet. When I
[2:02:42] Speaker 1: finally reached the house, it was nearly three in the morning.
[2:02:46] Speaker 1: The place looked the same, unassuming quiet, like none of
[2:02:51] Speaker 1: it had ever happened. I opened the door with shaking hands,
[2:02:56] Speaker 1: stepped inside, and quickly closed it behind me. I was
[2:03:00] Speaker 1: afraid of what might follow. The silence hit me first, waited, silence,
[2:03:07] Speaker 1: like the kind in old churches and deep caves. I
[2:03:11] Speaker 1: found my charger plugged in my phone. The screen took
[2:03:15] Speaker 1: longer than usual to wake. The battery ikenpulsed red like
[2:03:19] Speaker 1: a dying heart. I waited when it powered on. I
[2:03:25] Speaker 1: opened the call log. No new calls, no texts, no
[2:03:30] Speaker 1: mist voice mails, just blank space and times stretching too long.
[2:03:37] Speaker 1: I sat down on the couch, phone balancing in my
[2:03:40] Speaker 1: palm like I might summon an answer. I stared at
[2:03:44] Speaker 1: the screen waiting for it to light up, waiting for
[2:03:48] Speaker 1: a message that said I'm okay. I stopped it everything
[2:03:53] Speaker 1: will be okay. But all I got was static pings,
[2:03:58] Speaker 1: old notifications, junk from apps. I never used a weather
[2:04:02] Speaker 1: warning from a county. I wasn't in any more, and
[2:04:06] Speaker 1: in the stillness I noticed something else. The air was damp.
[2:04:16] Speaker 1: I touched the wall beside me, wet, not the usual
[2:04:21] Speaker 1: humidity dripping, the same slow weep I remembered from the nursery,
[2:04:28] Speaker 1: from the crate, from her, and in the awful, heartsick moment,
[2:04:35] Speaker 1: I realized I wasn't watching my phone for news anymore.
[2:04:41] Speaker 1: I was watching it for the reflection, because the glass
[2:04:44] Speaker 1: on the screen was the only place I could see
[2:04:47] Speaker 1: the window behind me without looking directly, and something had
[2:04:52] Speaker 1: started to whisper again, soft, high, sweet, almost a lullaby
[2:04:59] Speaker 1: in reverse, like something humming a song that hadn't been
[2:05:02] Speaker 1: written yet. I turned the phone just slightly, angling the
[2:05:07] Speaker 1: reflection toward the far wall, and there she was, just
[2:05:13] Speaker 1: outside the window, smiling. Her face didn't move like a human's.
[2:05:21] Speaker 1: Her skin looked brittle, like porcelains, stretched too thin. Her
[2:05:26] Speaker 1: mouth was smiling, but her eyes warmed. They were watching me,
[2:05:33] Speaker 1: not in a malicious way, not fully, just patient, like
[2:05:40] Speaker 1: she'd been waiting her whole life for this moment. My
[2:05:44] Speaker 1: brain clung to a hope because I made a deal,
[2:05:47] Speaker 1: gave her what she wanted, thought I'd be free. But
[2:05:52] Speaker 1: I also remembered what Dad said, when I die, it's loose.
[2:06:00] Speaker 1: It's not her any more, and it's not done with you,
[2:06:06] Speaker 1: and now it's my turn. They sent us to the
[2:06:22] Speaker 1: ass end of the Kazakhs. Stands step a bleak, unforgiving
[2:06:26] Speaker 1: stretch of wind scoured land, where rusted fences lead nowhere,
[2:06:30] Speaker 1: and the horizon buzzed like a tuning fork. The wind
[2:06:34] Speaker 1: still bit through two layers of thermals. The roads were
[2:06:37] Speaker 1: barely roads at all, just tire gouged scars in frozen soil.
[2:06:43] Speaker 1: No birds, no herders, no villages, just empty land and
[2:06:48] Speaker 1: silence for miles. When satellites fall, they're supposed to burn
[2:06:54] Speaker 1: up in the atmosphere or land in the ocean, far
[2:06:57] Speaker 1: away from anything that matters. That's how they're designed. But
[2:07:02] Speaker 1: sometimes things go wrong, a miscalculation, a failed thruster, or
[2:07:08] Speaker 1: a misfire in orbit. When they come down on land,
[2:07:12] Speaker 1: it's our job to make it go away. We're contractors,
[2:07:17] Speaker 1: a clean up crew that logged the telemetry, recover anything
[2:07:20] Speaker 1: that didn't vaporize, and flag what might belong in a
[2:07:23] Speaker 1: black box. Most of it's worth a slag by the
[2:07:27] Speaker 1: time it hits earth. Once or twice we've pulled out
[2:07:30] Speaker 1: something interesting. Sensitive usually gets taken off our hands before
[2:07:35] Speaker 1: we can even ask what it was. This mission standard
[2:07:42] Speaker 1: eight of us were assigned with two trucks, falled out tents,
[2:07:46] Speaker 1: portable uplinks, satellite relays, a drone, and a ground penetrating
[2:07:50] Speaker 1: radar unit. The site was flagged by orbital trackers. Something
[2:07:56] Speaker 1: had come down hard and fast. We expected towards wreckage
[2:08:01] Speaker 1: and a couple long days shoveling sand and mud, maybe
[2:08:04] Speaker 1: a bonus if anything survived intact. But something was off
[2:08:09] Speaker 1: from the start. The telemetry was jittery, GPS would lock
[2:08:15] Speaker 1: then drift, the terrain didn't quite match the coordinates. It
[2:08:20] Speaker 1: was like the maps themselves didn't want us here, and
[2:08:24] Speaker 1: it was quiet. We got to work anyway. Carson, our
[2:08:30] Speaker 1: team lead, oversaw the equipment, set up, the text calibrated
[2:08:34] Speaker 1: the radar. I was helping drive rebar stakes when the
[2:08:37] Speaker 1: beacon came through. It wasn't a dead ping. It was active,
[2:08:44] Speaker 1: short burst, compressed repeating on a tight interval, stronger than
[2:08:50] Speaker 1: any beacon i'd heard on a recovery job. That got
[2:08:55] Speaker 1: everyone's attention. Usually those signals stop the moment the burns,
[2:09:02] Speaker 1: but this one it was transmitting. We thought maybe a
[2:09:07] Speaker 1: hardened core had survived. Black box guidance unit, who knows.
[2:09:12] Speaker 1: But the signal didn't triangulate at surface level, we ran
[2:09:17] Speaker 1: a GPR scan. The data came back clean. Beneath the
[2:09:22] Speaker 1: top soil, maybe ten meters down was a structure, possibly
[2:09:28] Speaker 1: a shattered hunk of metal, not just scattered debris, but
[2:09:32] Speaker 1: maybe a whole chunk of fuselage. That's not possible, Carson muttered.
[2:09:40] Speaker 1: The signal was coming from inside it. Whatever it was,
[2:09:45] Speaker 1: it had survived orbital descent, impact and burial. The surface
[2:09:55] Speaker 1: showed the usual debris scatter, squads, paneling, shattered fin A
[2:10:00] Speaker 1: few fragments walked beyond recognition, all standard stuff for a
[2:10:05] Speaker 1: satellite crash. But beneath that buried deeper than expected, was
[2:10:11] Speaker 1: something big. The text figured it had to be a
[2:10:15] Speaker 1: telemetry core, or maybe a reinforced payload container, the kind
[2:10:20] Speaker 1: that designed a survivory entry in case of failure. That
[2:10:24] Speaker 1: would explain the signal too. Maybe it had been programmed
[2:10:28] Speaker 1: to ping even after a crash, to make recovery easier. Well,
[2:10:33] Speaker 1: maybe we'd get a salvage bonus. So we started plotting
[2:10:37] Speaker 1: the dig. First, we measured sole density, Then we checked
[2:10:41] Speaker 1: the frost layers and run off paths. The permafrost was
[2:10:45] Speaker 1: thick here. Excavating it would take time and precision, especially
[2:10:50] Speaker 1: if we didn't want to crush whatever was buried beneath us.
[2:10:54] Speaker 1: We'd be digging by hand or close to it. Slow work.
[2:11:00] Speaker 1: Then mid conversation, Jacob's radio flared up. A burst of
[2:11:05] Speaker 1: static broke through his head set, followed by a strained,
[2:11:09] Speaker 1: stuttering voice. Is anyone up there? Hullo? Please? I'm trapped.
[2:11:17] Speaker 1: I don't know where I am. Everyone froze. We stared
[2:11:24] Speaker 1: at Jacob's then heard each other. He looked as surprised
[2:11:28] Speaker 1: as the rest of us. Carson took over, immediately checking
[2:11:33] Speaker 1: the frequency. Say again, identify yourself. A pause, then I
[2:11:41] Speaker 1: can hear you. Please, Dick HiT's dark. I'm alone. Help me.
[2:11:48] Speaker 1: The blood drained from my face. That satellite wasn't manned.
[2:11:54] Speaker 1: No satellite ever is. They don't send people up in
[2:11:57] Speaker 1: those things. They're too small, fragile. That wasn't their purpose.
[2:12:04] Speaker 1: Even the military ones are remote operated. There's no room
[2:12:08] Speaker 1: for a cockpit, no reason for a crew. So who
[2:12:13] Speaker 1: the hell was talking to us? Recycled frequencies. Check the relays.
[2:12:21] Speaker 1: The signal wasn't bouncing from anywhere else. It wasn't interference.
[2:12:25] Speaker 1: The origin point was right where the beacon was ten
[2:12:29] Speaker 1: meters underground. We tried asking more questions, where are you from,
[2:12:36] Speaker 1: how long have you been down there? What's your name?
[2:12:39] Speaker 1: But the voice never answered directly. It just kept begging,
[2:12:44] Speaker 1: please help me, please dig it's getting harder to breathe.
[2:12:50] Speaker 1: At one point it sobbed. It didn't ask who we
[2:12:55] Speaker 1: were or ask how we'd found it. He just begged
[2:12:59] Speaker 1: to be free. Carson called it. In protocol, any anomaly,
[2:13:08] Speaker 1: especially one involving unexpected transmissions, had to be logged immediately.
[2:13:14] Speaker 1: We huddled around the portable satellite uplink, the signal cutting
[2:13:18] Speaker 1: in and out as he explained the situation to the
[2:13:20] Speaker 1: contact rep and the client's end, some mid level handler
[2:13:24] Speaker 1: for a private aerospace firm whose name I couldn't even pronounce.
[2:13:29] Speaker 1: He kept a professional calm, said the beacon was still active,
[2:13:34] Speaker 1: that the internal casing might have survived impact, and then,
[2:13:39] Speaker 1: almost like an afterthought, added, there's been a voice on
[2:13:45] Speaker 1: the radio claim someone's alive down there. The reply came
[2:13:52] Speaker 1: back after a pause, a dry chuckle, then a sigh,
[2:13:56] Speaker 1: like he'd just been asked the dumbest question in the world. Yeah, no,
[2:14:02] Speaker 1: that's not possible. The unit was unmanned all of them.
[2:14:06] Speaker 1: Are you should know that. We checked the sauce, Carson said,
[2:14:11] Speaker 1: the signal lines up with the buried object. The voice
[2:14:16] Speaker 1: on the other end turned slightly sharp. Radios bleed. You're
[2:14:20] Speaker 1: hearing feedback crossover. Maybe who knows what kind of interference
[2:14:24] Speaker 1: you're getting out there. We asked the direct questions, Carson said,
[2:14:29] Speaker 1: it answered well, The rep said, his tone already checked out.
[2:14:36] Speaker 1: Get the telemeture, core, tag the wreckage filey report, leave
[2:14:40] Speaker 1: the ghost stories out of it. The lion went dead.
[2:14:46] Speaker 1: We stood there for a while, just looking at each other.
[2:14:50] Speaker 1: Nobody said it, but the unease had started to spread.
[2:14:55] Speaker 1: If it had been static, we could have ignored it,
[2:14:58] Speaker 1: or if it had been nonsense, we could have blamed
[2:15:00] Speaker 1: the radios. But the voice was clear, panicked, and human.
[2:15:09] Speaker 1: We tried to reason it out. Maybe it was bleed
[2:15:12] Speaker 1: from another channel for someone nearby using this same band.
[2:15:16] Speaker 1: It could have been a prank, some ham operator screwing around,
[2:15:21] Speaker 1: but that all of this was unlikely. In the middle
[2:15:24] Speaker 1: of nowhere, Carson finally broke the silence. All right, we
[2:15:31] Speaker 1: keep moving. We have a job to do. Officially, we're
[2:15:35] Speaker 1: recovering materials, that's it. And unofficially someone asked. Carson didn't answer,
[2:15:45] Speaker 1: but everyone knew. Some of us wanted to get the
[2:15:49] Speaker 1: job done and go home. The rest of us, we
[2:15:53] Speaker 1: wanted to know who was down there. That night, the
[2:15:58] Speaker 1: wind picked up, the temperature dropped hard and fast, like
[2:16:02] Speaker 1: something had sung its weight into the air. I sat
[2:16:06] Speaker 1: in my bunk, trying to sleep. The low murmur of
[2:16:09] Speaker 1: radios carried between tents like distant breathing. Then mine lit up,
[2:16:18] Speaker 1: just for a second, a flash of static, a voice
[2:16:21] Speaker 1: no louder than a whisper. You heard me, didn't you.
[2:16:31] Speaker 1: By the next morning, the crew had started to split,
[2:16:35] Speaker 1: not outly, just subtle shifts in tone. People stood in
[2:16:39] Speaker 1: small clumps, now muttering over breakfast, side eyeing the radio set.
[2:16:44] Speaker 1: Some of the team were convinced someone had to be
[2:16:47] Speaker 1: alive down there. Had to be. They couldn't shake the voice,
[2:16:51] Speaker 1: the cadence, the fear. It didn't sound artificial or like
[2:16:56] Speaker 1: a recording. You don't fake the way. Someone choke back
[2:17:00] Speaker 1: as sob. But others weren't buying it. The rational ones
[2:17:05] Speaker 1: maybe are just the scared ones in disguise. They said
[2:17:09] Speaker 1: it was interference, that even if it was real, even
[2:17:13] Speaker 1: by some cosmic fluke. A person had ended up inside
[2:17:16] Speaker 1: that thing. There was no way there'd be alive after
[2:17:19] Speaker 1: the fall. No food or oxygen on a satellite. No
[2:17:23] Speaker 1: explanation could reasonably explain what we heard. Carson tried to
[2:17:29] Speaker 1: keep things grounded. He was a buy the book's kind
[2:17:32] Speaker 1: of guy, and by the book, we were here to
[2:17:35] Speaker 1: recover orbital debris, not perform search and rescue missions from
[2:17:39] Speaker 1: possible voices, whether it's a person or a beacon. He
[2:17:44] Speaker 1: told us flatly, We're here to dig get to it.
[2:17:50] Speaker 1: So we did. The GPR scans came back with more detail.
[2:17:54] Speaker 1: This time. The object wasn't just a dense cluster or
[2:17:58] Speaker 1: some tangled core of junk metal. It had shape, defined edges, corners, symmetry,
[2:18:06] Speaker 1: and technicians squinted at the readout and said, half laughing,
[2:18:11] Speaker 1: looks more like a room than a chunk of fuselage.
[2:18:15] Speaker 1: Nobody laughed. Lucas started acting strangely, quieter than usual, twitchy.
[2:18:23] Speaker 1: He was one of the older guys, wore his faith
[2:18:26] Speaker 1: like a second skin, always had a rosary looped around
[2:18:29] Speaker 1: his wrist even when running cable. When the scan came through,
[2:18:35] Speaker 1: he just stared at it, lips moving, but no sound.
[2:18:38] Speaker 1: Coming out later, someone overheard him saying, it wasn't a
[2:18:43] Speaker 1: crash at all. It's a demon, he muttered. When pressed,
[2:18:50] Speaker 1: he shut down completely, wouldn't explain, just shook his head
[2:18:54] Speaker 1: and returned to work, but slower, now, twitchier, mumbling prayers
[2:18:59] Speaker 1: under his breath. Whenever the radio crackled. That night, I
[2:19:05] Speaker 1: couldn't sleep again. The window died, but the silence somehow
[2:19:10] Speaker 1: felt louder than ever, like the world itself was un mute.
[2:19:15] Speaker 1: As I passed Lucas's tent, I heard his voice, low
[2:19:19] Speaker 1: and shaky. Don't talk to it, he whispered, Don't look
[2:19:25] Speaker 1: at it. It's not stuck, it's waiting. The digging was slow,
[2:19:35] Speaker 1: the ground didn't want to give, even with the right tools.
[2:19:39] Speaker 1: It felt like you were scratching at something that didn't
[2:19:42] Speaker 1: want to be found. I took my break past the
[2:19:45] Speaker 1: camp perimeter, just outside the flagged boundary. The air was
[2:19:50] Speaker 1: sharper out there, more open, the quiet that makes you
[2:19:53] Speaker 1: feel like you're being watched by the land itself. I
[2:19:58] Speaker 1: was stretching my back when I heard it. Her voice
[2:20:03] Speaker 1: lo muffled, careful. I followed the sound around one of
[2:20:09] Speaker 1: the supply trailers, quiet as I could. That's when I
[2:20:14] Speaker 1: saw Kyle crouched behind the tires, hunched over a handheld
[2:20:18] Speaker 1: short wave radio. He was whispering into it as if
[2:20:23] Speaker 1: it were a life line. I know I miss you
[2:20:27] Speaker 1: too soon, O kay, I promise? He jumped the second
[2:20:34] Speaker 1: I stepped around the corner and spotted me, fumbled the
[2:20:37] Speaker 1: radio off like a kid caught smoking behind a gas station. Jeez, man,
[2:20:43] Speaker 1: he said, too loud. Y's get the hell out o me.
[2:20:47] Speaker 1: Who are you talking to? I asked. He gave me
[2:20:51] Speaker 1: a crooked smile. My wife missed our checkin last night.
[2:20:56] Speaker 1: She gets anxious when I'm off grid. I looked down
[2:21:00] Speaker 1: at the radio, short wave, no satellite link, no repeater access.
[2:21:06] Speaker 1: It wasn't even on the same band we were using.
[2:21:10] Speaker 1: You can't reach anyone on there, I said. He shrugged
[2:21:16] Speaker 1: like it didn't matter and stood. Yes, I got lucky,
[2:21:20] Speaker 1: he said. Then he walked off, casual, like it wasn't
[2:21:25] Speaker 1: the creepiest thing I'd seen all day. That night and
[2:21:31] Speaker 1: I couldn't sleep sometime past midnight, just as I was
[2:21:35] Speaker 1: slipping between thoughts, the radio on the shelf above my
[2:21:39] Speaker 1: bunk came to life, just the soft click, like someone
[2:21:43] Speaker 1: picking up a line they shouldn't have access to. Then
[2:21:47] Speaker 1: a voice, calm, familiar, but not quite. You're tired, it said.
[2:21:57] Speaker 1: I sat up slowly, didn't answer. You don't have to pretend,
[2:22:02] Speaker 1: not out here, not with me. There was something soothing
[2:22:08] Speaker 1: in the cadence, like the voice of someone you'd known
[2:22:10] Speaker 1: for years, softened by time. I know what you've lost.
[2:22:18] Speaker 1: I swallowed hard, but said nothing. The wind outside pushed
[2:22:23] Speaker 1: against the tent in slow, steady pulses, like a heart beat.
[2:22:28] Speaker 1: The pain you carry, I could take it from you.
[2:22:34] Speaker 1: I pause almost the breath, not eraise it. Just hold
[2:22:40] Speaker 1: it for a while so you can sleep, so you
[2:22:43] Speaker 1: don't have to keep walking up with your jaw clenched
[2:22:46] Speaker 1: and your hands shaking. I never told any one about
[2:22:51] Speaker 1: the panic attacks, the insomnia. Not even Carson knew. I
[2:22:56] Speaker 1: kept my personal out of the professional I don't want much,
[2:23:01] Speaker 1: he whispered, Just help me out. My hand hovered over
[2:23:09] Speaker 1: the radio's power dial, but I didn't touch it. You
[2:23:13] Speaker 1: wouldn't be the first, it said, softly, and you won't
[2:23:17] Speaker 1: be the last. But you you listened better than the others.
[2:23:25] Speaker 1: Then silence, like it new, it had said enough. By
[2:23:34] Speaker 1: late afternoon, the soil had begun to shift. The upper
[2:23:39] Speaker 1: layers were dry and crusted, but now we were hitting
[2:23:42] Speaker 1: compacted earth, dense loam that cracked in slabs as we dug.
[2:23:47] Speaker 1: The resistance had changed. It meant we were close. The
[2:23:52] Speaker 1: g PR confirmed it. The full shape was now visible
[2:23:56] Speaker 1: in the scans, a large object, maybe ten eats long,
[2:24:01] Speaker 1: half buried one side, jutting up like a broken tooth.
[2:24:06] Speaker 1: It didn't look like any satellite component woud ever pulled.
[2:24:10] Speaker 1: It was too whole. We were close, but darkness was settling,
[2:24:16] Speaker 1: which meant another night before we could fully uncover it.
[2:24:21] Speaker 1: Dinner was quiet, Most of us were too frozen to talk.
[2:24:26] Speaker 1: The wind had picked up again, blowing grit into every
[2:24:29] Speaker 1: fold of clothing and crease of skin. Kyle, the one
[2:24:33] Speaker 1: I caught whispering into the shortwave, was sitting near the
[2:24:36] Speaker 1: mess tent entrance, grinning to himself. He looked like a
[2:24:41] Speaker 1: man waiting for someone special to walk through the door.
[2:24:45] Speaker 1: Every now and then he glanced toward the crater and
[2:24:47] Speaker 1: smiled like he just remembered a private joke. Lucas didn't eat.
[2:24:54] Speaker 1: He stood near the mess tent wall, arms folded, eyes down.
[2:24:59] Speaker 1: He looked like some some one trying not to throw up.
[2:25:04] Speaker 1: That night, back in the bunk tent, I lay staring
[2:25:07] Speaker 1: at the canvas ceiling while the wind rattled through the
[2:25:10] Speaker 1: steel pipes. The day was starting to weigh on me,
[2:25:14] Speaker 1: not just the fatigue in my body, but somewhere deeper.
[2:25:19] Speaker 1: My thoughts kept circling around the voice, around the shape
[2:25:23] Speaker 1: under the ground. I didn't know what I believed anymore.
[2:25:29] Speaker 1: I was just starting to drift when I heard something boots,
[2:25:36] Speaker 1: careful steps. I eased out of my cut and followed
[2:25:41] Speaker 1: the sound through the flap. The night was moonless, only
[2:25:45] Speaker 1: lit by the amber globe of the perimeter lamps. A
[2:25:48] Speaker 1: figure moved along the edge of the excavation pit, hunched
[2:25:52] Speaker 1: and deliberate. It was Lucas. I called out to him
[2:25:58] Speaker 1: in a whisper, and he spun around, eyes wild. In
[2:26:03] Speaker 1: his hands, he clutched something. At first I thought it
[2:26:07] Speaker 1: was a crowbar, but then I saw the edge sharpened, improvised.
[2:26:14] Speaker 1: We can't leave it in there, he hissed. We can't
[2:26:18] Speaker 1: bring it out either, you understand. I took a step closer.
[2:26:24] Speaker 1: What are you doing, man? His hands were shaking. They
[2:26:29] Speaker 1: think it's talking to them. Maybe it is, but it
[2:26:33] Speaker 1: lies that's all it does. I looked at the weapon,
[2:26:40] Speaker 1: then hat his eyes. There was madness there, but also
[2:26:44] Speaker 1: conviction stopping him would be dangerous. He was committed to this.
[2:26:52] Speaker 1: You really think it's dangerous, I asked. He nodded slowly.
[2:26:59] Speaker 1: It's not a person, it's not trapped. It wants to
[2:27:03] Speaker 1: be found. That's not the same thing. I looked at
[2:27:09] Speaker 1: him for a long time, then said the only thing
[2:27:13] Speaker 1: I could think to say, Well, not my monkey, not
[2:27:19] Speaker 1: my circus. He stared at me like he was trying
[2:27:24] Speaker 1: to decide whether I was worth arguing with. Then he
[2:27:28] Speaker 1: turned and walked off into the dark, down toward the
[2:27:32] Speaker 1: edge of the crater. I didn't follow, I told myself
[2:27:37] Speaker 1: I didn't care, and went back to bed. The morning
[2:27:45] Speaker 1: felt off. Before we even reached the crater, Lucas was
[2:27:49] Speaker 1: nowhere to be found. He hadn't returned to his bunk,
[2:27:53] Speaker 1: hadn't shown for breakfast. I figured he was laying low,
[2:27:58] Speaker 1: maybe hiding out in the equipment truck until things blew
[2:28:00] Speaker 1: over once we saw what he'd done, or maybe he
[2:28:05] Speaker 1: was ashamed. I wasn't the only one tense. When we
[2:28:11] Speaker 1: arrived at the site, we all stopped short the crater
[2:28:16] Speaker 1: looked wrong. The soil we'd fought against the days was
[2:28:22] Speaker 1: now loose, uneven, he looked, freshly turned. The marks from
[2:28:27] Speaker 1: our excavation, careful layers carved out with heavy tools were gone,
[2:28:33] Speaker 1: replaced by an uneven, sunken sprawl, like the earth had
[2:28:36] Speaker 1: shifted overnight. No one spoke until one of the new
[2:28:42] Speaker 1: guys muttered, did a storm come through? Another said, no,
[2:28:48] Speaker 1: win that strong last night. Carson didn't waste time on theories.
[2:28:54] Speaker 1: If it's loose, we'll count ourselves lucky, he said, slapping
[2:28:59] Speaker 1: a glove against this thy let's get it done. We
[2:29:04] Speaker 1: grabbed shovels and picks. No need for the power augers.
[2:29:07] Speaker 1: Now the ground peeled away like dry skin. Only a
[2:29:13] Speaker 1: few minutes in someone hit something solid. It wasn't just
[2:29:18] Speaker 1: another scuortch, fragment or support strut. It was smooth, rounded,
[2:29:23] Speaker 1: a faint gleam under the grit. We worked around it, carefully,
[2:29:29] Speaker 1: clearing layer by layer until the shape came into view,
[2:29:34] Speaker 1: a long curve, then another. The lines connected forming a
[2:29:38] Speaker 1: capsule or pod, fused into the chunk of satellite fuselage
[2:29:42] Speaker 1: we've been chasing all along. Except this didn't look like
[2:29:48] Speaker 1: any satellite module we'd ever seen. The material caught light
[2:29:53] Speaker 1: in strange ways, like it wasn't one surface but several
[2:29:57] Speaker 1: folded into each other. Part of it looked engineered, ribbed paneling,
[2:30:02] Speaker 1: beveled edges, even what resembled cooling vents. But between those
[2:30:08] Speaker 1: features were smooth organic forms, soft iridescence beneath the grime,
[2:30:13] Speaker 1: veined like tissue. You look at one corner and swear
[2:30:17] Speaker 1: it was molded titanium. Blink and it was cartilage. It
[2:30:22] Speaker 1: was seamless almost then someone pointed it out, a faint
[2:30:30] Speaker 1: line running along the side of the structure, about four
[2:30:33] Speaker 1: feet long, thin as a wise shadow. I seem it's
[2:30:40] Speaker 1: not latched, someone said, hushed. The air felt still. We
[2:30:47] Speaker 1: didn't open it, not yet. We just stared, and for
[2:30:52] Speaker 1: the first time I realized we were all hoping it
[2:30:59] Speaker 1: was empty. No one spoke at first. We just stared
[2:31:05] Speaker 1: at the seam like it might blink back. Eventually, Carson
[2:31:09] Speaker 1: stepped forward, brushing the dirt from his gloves. We're too
[2:31:14] Speaker 1: far out to wait for anyone, he said. We open it,
[2:31:18] Speaker 1: log it, report what we find. I glanced at him.
[2:31:24] Speaker 1: That wasn't true. We had uplinks emergency priority channels. If
[2:31:30] Speaker 1: this was truly alien, or even just anomalous, a dozen
[2:31:35] Speaker 1: agencies will be salivating to send a team. But Carson
[2:31:39] Speaker 1: didn't want oversight. He wanted to see what was inside.
[2:31:44] Speaker 1: Maybe it was valuable, maybe he just couldn't help himself.
[2:31:51] Speaker 1: No one volunteered. Carson turned to us someone, he said,
[2:31:58] Speaker 1: forcing casualness in his tone. It's probably empty, might not
[2:32:03] Speaker 1: even open. But the air said different, and so did
[2:32:08] Speaker 1: the silence. No one moved. It was in defiance. It
[2:32:14] Speaker 1: wasn't consensus. None of us were opening that thing. If
[2:32:20] Speaker 1: he wanted it open, he'd have to do it himself.
[2:32:25] Speaker 1: His jaw flexed. I could see the calculation behind his eyes,
[2:32:30] Speaker 1: how it would look if he didn't step up. He
[2:32:34] Speaker 1: looked back at the pod, then down at the seam.
[2:32:37] Speaker 1: Then he sighed, deep and shaky, like he was psyching
[2:32:41] Speaker 1: himself up for a dive. All right, he muttered, I'll
[2:32:47] Speaker 1: do it. We all backed up fast, ten feet, then fifteen.
[2:32:55] Speaker 1: Nobody wanted to be near it when it opened. Even
[2:32:58] Speaker 1: the ones who'd scoffed earlier were watching like it might explode.
[2:33:03] Speaker 1: Carson stepped up to the pod with his shovel in hand,
[2:33:06] Speaker 1: slid the edge into the seam, just in off the leverage.
[2:33:10] Speaker 1: Dirt shifted off the surface, falling in slow trickles. The
[2:33:15] Speaker 1: sun caught the damp sheen of the hull. He hesitated,
[2:33:21] Speaker 1: then twisted. With a soft metal clunk, the hatch flicked open.
[2:33:31] Speaker 1: Carson stumbled back, catching himself with a shovel. He didn't speak,
[2:33:37] Speaker 1: just stared. Nothing came out, no smoke, no light, no movement,
[2:33:45] Speaker 1: just stillness. After a long moment, the rest of us
[2:33:53] Speaker 1: etched closer until we could see what had stunned him. Lucas.
[2:34:01] Speaker 1: His body was slumped inside the pod like it had
[2:34:04] Speaker 1: grown around him. His limbs were twisted, broken in ways
[2:34:08] Speaker 1: that didn't make sense. One arm was culd tight around
[2:34:12] Speaker 1: his chest, the hand still clutching what looked like his
[2:34:15] Speaker 1: makeshift weapon. No One spoke for a long time, confused
[2:34:20] Speaker 1: by what this meant. Finally I stepped forward. I saw
[2:34:28] Speaker 1: him last night. I said, my voice felt dry, feign
[2:34:33] Speaker 1: in my throat. He was sneaking out, said he had
[2:34:37] Speaker 1: to stop it, that we weren't taking it seriously. Someone
[2:34:43] Speaker 1: asked what I meant. I hesitated, then told them everything
[2:34:49] Speaker 1: about Lucas's rant, his fear, how he believed whatever was
[2:34:53] Speaker 1: inside was evil and the thing he said right before
[2:34:57] Speaker 1: walking off into the dark, it can lie, That's what
[2:35:02] Speaker 1: it does. The silence was pure dread. Lucas had gone
[2:35:10] Speaker 1: down thinking he could stop it. Maybe he thought it
[2:35:13] Speaker 1: was a demon, Maybe he thought it was a test
[2:35:16] Speaker 1: of faith. Either way, he tried to fight it and last.
[2:35:25] Speaker 1: But that wasn't what made my stomach drop. What made
[2:35:29] Speaker 1: it worse was the realization we all arrived at silently,
[2:35:33] Speaker 1: almost in sync. Whatever had been trapped inside that pod
[2:35:39] Speaker 1: was no longer there. It had escaped. Every word it
[2:35:45] Speaker 1: said to us, every promise, had been a lie to
[2:35:49] Speaker 1: get out. And Kyle, who'd always been the most eager
[2:35:54] Speaker 1: to dig to defend it, to whisper into dead radios,
[2:35:58] Speaker 1: now looked like the air been sucked out of him.
[2:36:02] Speaker 1: His mouth opened once, then again, but it told me.
[2:36:12] Speaker 1: No one answered. Carson didn't even pretend to report what
[2:36:18] Speaker 1: really happened. He stood a few paces from the pod,
[2:36:22] Speaker 1: pale and shaking, and keitha sat uplink. The sight is compromised,
[2:36:28] Speaker 1: he said, on no materials present, possible contamination or national
[2:36:33] Speaker 1: security breach. I can't elaborate overcomes request Emergency response ASA,
[2:36:40] Speaker 1: he didn't mention Lucas or the voice. He didn't have to.
[2:36:45] Speaker 1: You could hear it in his voice. Something was wrong
[2:36:49] Speaker 1: and it wasn't just debris. It took hours, but they came.
[2:36:56] Speaker 1: At first, there was two men in plain black vehicles,
[2:36:59] Speaker 1: know insign just questions. They arrived expecting radiation leaks or
[2:37:04] Speaker 1: experimental tech. They left red faced and calling in reinforcements.
[2:37:11] Speaker 1: Then came the flood, hazmat suits, drones, surveillance trucks, people
[2:37:19] Speaker 1: flashing badges. None of us recognized every agency you could name,
[2:37:24] Speaker 1: and a few you couldn't. Just as one group claimed jurisdiction,
[2:37:28] Speaker 1: another would come in and supersede them. The entire digsite
[2:37:32] Speaker 1: turned into a battlefield of departments. Our camp was torn
[2:37:37] Speaker 1: down and replaced with pop up tents and gated perimeters.
[2:37:41] Speaker 1: We were herded, interviewed, separated, reinterviewed. Some of us were interrogated.
[2:37:48] Speaker 1: Some departments weren't sharing information, so we were made to
[2:37:51] Speaker 1: tell the story dozens of times over. Only after exhaustive checks,
[2:37:57] Speaker 1: psych evaluations, chemical swabs, hours of surveillance footage did they
[2:38:02] Speaker 1: seem to accept that we were just workers. We'd been
[2:38:06] Speaker 1: caught in something much larger. They didn't thank us. They
[2:38:11] Speaker 1: gave us papers the sign heavy NDA's. We were told
[2:38:16] Speaker 1: we'd be monitored indefinitely. Whatever we saw didn't happen. Lucas
[2:38:23] Speaker 1: died in the ground collapse. There was no part, no transmission,
[2:38:28] Speaker 1: no voice. We were put on planes and sent home
[2:38:32] Speaker 1: one by one. I haven't seen Kyle since Carson's number
[2:38:39] Speaker 1: is disconnected. A few of the others still anter texts,
[2:38:43] Speaker 1: but no one talks about what happened. And me, I
[2:38:49] Speaker 1: moved switch jobs, different name on the ID badge, now
[2:38:54] Speaker 1: still work remote sits nothing satellite related. I thought if
[2:39:00] Speaker 1: I kept moving, kept my head down, maybe I could forget.
[2:39:06] Speaker 1: But sometimes, in the quiet hours, just before sleep, I
[2:39:12] Speaker 1: wonder what was it? What had been locked in that pod,
[2:39:19] Speaker 1: twisting its voice to match what we needed to hear,
[2:39:23] Speaker 1: What had waited in the dirt, whispered promises, manipulated a
[2:39:27] Speaker 1: team of hardened workers until it was free. And more
[2:39:32] Speaker 1: than that, what now? Because it's out there and it
[2:39:38] Speaker 1: spent a very very long time learning how to lie,
[2:39:55] Speaker 1: it said. Our town was founded on an unspoken promise.
[2:40:00] Speaker 1: It's the kind of place that looks wholesome from the outside.
[2:40:03] Speaker 1: Meet fences, tidy lawns, church bells on Sundays, curfew that
[2:40:07] Speaker 1: people actually obey. But underneath it all, it's a current,
[2:40:14] Speaker 1: something old, something everyone feels but doesn't name. That's where
[2:40:20] Speaker 1: the box comes in. In door Vale, when you turn eighteen,
[2:40:25] Speaker 1: you get a box on your doorstep at sunrise, always
[2:40:29] Speaker 1: the same hand carved word, smooth as bone, no latch
[2:40:34] Speaker 1: or lock inside is your role, the word that tells
[2:40:39] Speaker 1: you who you are. Now it's not symbolic. You don't
[2:40:44] Speaker 1: get a say. Once the box names you, that's it.
[2:40:50] Speaker 1: Everyone says it fits that the box always knows. My
[2:40:56] Speaker 1: cousin got caretaker. Now she runs the infirmary, even though
[2:41:00] Speaker 1: she used to faint at the sight of blood. My
[2:41:03] Speaker 1: friend Leo got stone layer, even though he couldn't hammer
[2:41:06] Speaker 1: a nail straight, but now he restores gravestones like an artist.
[2:41:11] Speaker 1: They say the box finds the path you were meant
[2:41:13] Speaker 1: to take, that it doesn't make mistakes. I wanted to
[2:41:18] Speaker 1: believe that, But as my eighteenth birthday crept closer, something
[2:41:24] Speaker 1: in my gut twisted in apprehension, worried that I'd somehow
[2:41:28] Speaker 1: be the only one it gets wrong, or sent on
[2:41:30] Speaker 1: a path I would lead my life into misery a fear,
[2:41:34] Speaker 1: I'm guessing a lot of people have. At dinner the
[2:41:38] Speaker 1: night before, my parents acted like it was a graduation.
[2:41:42] Speaker 1: My dad grilled steaks, my mom made that awful potato salad.
[2:41:46] Speaker 1: She thinks I like they kept smiling too much. Afterward,
[2:41:52] Speaker 1: I met up with some friends around the fire pit
[2:41:54] Speaker 1: near the lake. Everyone made predictions, cracked jokes. Said I'd
[2:42:00] Speaker 1: be a brewer since I always brought the best drinks,
[2:42:03] Speaker 1: or maybe an archivist because I kept a dream journal
[2:42:06] Speaker 1: when I was twelve. Then someone I don't remember who
[2:42:11] Speaker 1: raised their cup and said, just hope it doesn't say shepherd.
[2:42:17] Speaker 1: Everyone laughed, Even the adults who were passing by smiled
[2:42:21] Speaker 1: as if it were an inside joke. Yeah, someone else
[2:42:25] Speaker 1: added with a grin, if you get shepherd, you have
[2:42:28] Speaker 1: to go to the clearing. More laughed a little forced.
[2:42:34] Speaker 1: I smiled too, but the jokes stuck in my teeth
[2:42:37] Speaker 1: like a seed I couldn't swallow. We don't have sheep
[2:42:41] Speaker 1: in door Val. No one farms, and as far as
[2:42:45] Speaker 1: I know, there is no clearing. But everyone knew the joke,
[2:42:50] Speaker 1: played along like it had been passed down with the
[2:42:53] Speaker 1: same care as our lullabies and town ordinances, a tradition
[2:42:57] Speaker 1: missed in my household. That night, lying in bed, I
[2:43:03] Speaker 1: stared at the ceiling and tried not to think about it,
[2:43:06] Speaker 1: about the word, about what it would mean if the
[2:43:10] Speaker 1: box made its first mistake at home. I brought it
[2:43:17] Speaker 1: up to my parents, but they brushed it off. The
[2:43:21] Speaker 1: way they saw it, it was a legend at this point.
[2:43:24] Speaker 1: It was a warning given in case shepherd came up,
[2:43:28] Speaker 1: but no one had gotten it in decades, so it
[2:43:31] Speaker 1: was thought to be a relic of the past, a
[2:43:34] Speaker 1: job no longer needed in the town. In bed, I
[2:43:38] Speaker 1: kept thinking about it. I imagined opening the box to
[2:43:42] Speaker 1: find something normal, manifesting market like my dad, maybe, or
[2:43:47] Speaker 1: chef like my mom, something safe, something people would nod
[2:43:52] Speaker 1: and smile at, something that would let me fade into
[2:43:55] Speaker 1: the background. At midnight, I heard I had a soft
[2:44:00] Speaker 1: thud on the porch. I waited five minutes before opening
[2:44:05] Speaker 1: the front door. The wind smiled like damp earth. The
[2:44:09] Speaker 1: street was empty and sitting neatly on the welcome mat,
[2:44:14] Speaker 1: with no signs of a deliveryman, no tracks in the frost.
[2:44:19] Speaker 1: Was the box. It was hand carved, polished, smooth corners,
[2:44:25] Speaker 1: slightly rounded like It had been passed down for generations,
[2:44:29] Speaker 1: exactly like it had been described, no hinges, lock or markings.
[2:44:36] Speaker 1: I brought it into my room and placed it on
[2:44:38] Speaker 1: the desk. Sat there for a while, just staring at it.
[2:44:43] Speaker 1: I was alone. My parents knew it would be here,
[2:44:47] Speaker 1: but opening your box is a special and private moment.
[2:44:51] Speaker 1: People knew to leave you in solace. It was nerve wracking.
[2:44:57] Speaker 1: My hands didn't want to touch it. I thought back
[2:45:00] Speaker 1: to the fire bit, to the laughter, to the way
[2:45:03] Speaker 1: every one had grinned when they said, if ye get Shepherd,
[2:45:07] Speaker 1: ye have to go to the clearing, like it was
[2:45:10] Speaker 1: a game with a way to lose. I lifted the lid. Inside,
[2:45:16] Speaker 1: on soft red velvet was a single folded piece of paper.
[2:45:22] Speaker 1: I unfolded it. One word, Shepherd. Everything in me went still.
[2:45:33] Speaker 1: It fell like all the air had been sucked out
[2:45:35] Speaker 1: of the room, and I could feel my heart hammering
[2:45:38] Speaker 1: in my chest. I read it again, just to be sure,
[2:45:42] Speaker 1: same word, same tight, ink, printed, clean, centered. I closed
[2:45:49] Speaker 1: the lid and hid the box beneath my bed. The
[2:45:53] Speaker 1: next morning, I didn't say a word. My parents didn't ask,
[2:45:58] Speaker 1: but my mom watched me too closely. Over breakfast, her
[2:46:02] Speaker 1: fork barely moved. Her eyes didn't leave my face. She
[2:46:07] Speaker 1: must have thought I'd gotten something I hadn't expected, but
[2:46:11] Speaker 1: deep down it felt so much worse. It was common
[2:46:16] Speaker 1: to let someone process what they've received. It's sometimes a
[2:46:19] Speaker 1: shock for the fact that it was always right gave
[2:46:23] Speaker 1: parents a credence not to push. Nothing makes a situation
[2:46:27] Speaker 1: worse than making someone defensive. I packed my bag like
[2:46:32] Speaker 1: a normal said I was going to school. I didn't.
[2:46:38] Speaker 1: I cut through the edge of town where the woods
[2:46:40] Speaker 1: started creeping back in, past the old feed shed, past
[2:46:44] Speaker 1: the berry thickets that no one picked from. People of
[2:46:48] Speaker 1: this town never venture far. Hiking trails only circle near
[2:46:52] Speaker 1: the edge of town as water close the fish. It
[2:46:56] Speaker 1: drilled into everyone not to go far into the thickets,
[2:47:00] Speaker 1: a warning that worked here. Part of me felt like
[2:47:04] Speaker 1: it was delusional to financeers out there, But nothing I
[2:47:08] Speaker 1: saw while raised in this town matched the idea of
[2:47:11] Speaker 1: a clearing, so it had to be out there. Eventually,
[2:47:18] Speaker 1: the GPS in my phone froze, then shut off entirely.
[2:47:23] Speaker 1: After hours of searching, at the end of a forgotten trail,
[2:47:28] Speaker 1: I found it, the place I was never meant to see.
[2:47:33] Speaker 1: The trees opened into a clearing. Animal bones littered the
[2:47:37] Speaker 1: grass in tangled spirals. I don't know what I expected
[2:47:42] Speaker 1: to find in the clearing. What I didn't expect was
[2:47:49] Speaker 1: a man. He stepped out from behind one of the
[2:47:53] Speaker 1: crooked trees, slow and deliberate, like some one long unused
[2:47:58] Speaker 1: at being seen. His skin was dry and colorless, eyes
[2:48:02] Speaker 1: yellowed the edges, thin, trembling hands held nothing, but still
[2:48:07] Speaker 1: twitched like they were used to carrying weight. He looked
[2:48:12] Speaker 1: surprised to see me. You lost, he grumbled, No, I
[2:48:19] Speaker 1: don't think so, I stumbled back. This was true. Though
[2:48:25] Speaker 1: I didn't know what I was looking for, I knew
[2:48:28] Speaker 1: I was looking for something, and I could only guess
[2:48:32] Speaker 1: that I'd found it. He paused at this, weighing what
[2:48:36] Speaker 1: I'd meant, maybe even doing some threat assessment. He looked
[2:48:40] Speaker 1: like he hadn't been around any one in years. I
[2:48:44] Speaker 1: could have stood there trying to ramble in explanation, but
[2:48:49] Speaker 1: instead I reached slowly into my pocket and pulled out
[2:48:53] Speaker 1: my note. Once he saw what was neatly written in
[2:48:56] Speaker 1: the center, he sighed and sat down on a stump,
[2:49:01] Speaker 1: like standing took too much out of him. You weren't
[2:49:05] Speaker 1: supposed to be chosen, he said, not yet. I asked
[2:49:10] Speaker 1: him who he was. He gave me a look like
[2:49:14] Speaker 1: I should have known. I'm the shepherd, he said, or was,
[2:49:20] Speaker 1: or still am. Technically that didn't make sense. I never
[2:49:27] Speaker 1: seen him before in my life. He explained, he has
[2:49:32] Speaker 1: the role. It's not like any ordinary job in the town.
[2:49:36] Speaker 1: Only one can have it. Most people assumed he left
[2:49:40] Speaker 1: town after his box arrived, but he didn't leave. He'd
[2:49:44] Speaker 1: been hiding, skirting the boundaries. He looked at me with
[2:49:49] Speaker 1: a kind of grim curiosity. If you got your box
[2:49:55] Speaker 1: and I'm still breathing, he didn't finish the thought, but
[2:50:01] Speaker 1: I got it. Whatever force governs the boxes, whatever makes
[2:50:05] Speaker 1: them accurate, infallible, it shouldn't have chosen me, not until
[2:50:12] Speaker 1: he was dead, And yet it had. He didn't speak
[2:50:20] Speaker 1: much after that, just led me through a twisting animal
[2:50:23] Speaker 1: path behind the clearing, deeper into the woods than I
[2:50:26] Speaker 1: thought they went. The trees here were old and gnawed
[2:50:30] Speaker 1: like fists. The sky disappeared above us. Everything smelled like
[2:50:36] Speaker 1: copper and wet ash. We reached what it looked like
[2:50:40] Speaker 1: a collapsed shack tucked into a hollow. This disgusting place
[2:50:46] Speaker 1: is where he lived. I tried to imagine calling that
[2:50:50] Speaker 1: place home, but the idea sickened me. Inside, buried beneath
[2:50:56] Speaker 1: the top and stacks of mold, darkened crates, was an
[2:51:01] Speaker 1: He set it on a stone, opened it to the
[2:51:03] Speaker 1: first page. The pages were warped, some torn, some stuck together.
[2:51:10] Speaker 1: The cover was stained with something reddish brown and long dried.
[2:51:15] Speaker 1: I didn't ask what it was. Maps, names, drawings, instructions,
[2:51:22] Speaker 1: a lineage of entries, different handwriting, dates, going back generations.
[2:51:30] Speaker 1: This is the shepherd's record, he said, your job now.
[2:51:37] Speaker 1: He flipped to a marked section, a diagram of the
[2:51:40] Speaker 1: town perimeter, covered in strange symbols and notations. Beneath it,
[2:51:46] Speaker 1: a short, tight sentence scrawled in angry strokes maintained the boundary.
[2:51:56] Speaker 1: I asked him what that meant. He didn't answer that directly. Instead,
[2:52:02] Speaker 1: he turned the page showed me a list dozens of entries.
[2:52:07] Speaker 1: It detailed a busy schedule. Every day there was an entry,
[2:52:12] Speaker 1: sometimes two or three. The details were cryptic, only listing
[2:52:17] Speaker 1: an amount of tasks completed, nothing on what happened. But
[2:52:23] Speaker 1: pressing inferensas proved fruitless. All that was stressed was the
[2:52:27] Speaker 1: importance of the job. Was this it living alone and
[2:52:33] Speaker 1: working every day some thankless job in the middle of nowhere.
[2:52:38] Speaker 1: I would have preferred to be a janitor. At least
[2:52:41] Speaker 1: then I'd be able to see my friends have a
[2:52:43] Speaker 1: social life. But if I ignored the role, the boundary
[2:52:48] Speaker 1: would apparently fail. Whatever that meant if I left, the
[2:52:53] Speaker 1: town would somehow suffer, and if he died, if anything
[2:52:58] Speaker 1: happened to him, it would fall to me. No back
[2:53:03] Speaker 1: up or replacement, a life of solitude, just me. He
[2:53:11] Speaker 1: gave me some parting words for me to figure out.
[2:53:16] Speaker 1: If you see one, come to me. I left dissatisfied
[2:53:23] Speaker 1: with what I was hearing. My curiosity turned sour, making
[2:53:28] Speaker 1: me want to see if I could somehow change my roll.
[2:53:35] Speaker 1: That night, I woke to a sound like leaves being
[2:53:39] Speaker 1: raked across the porch. I got up and looked outside.
[2:53:44] Speaker 1: There was something standing in the yard. My fingers stiffened
[2:53:48] Speaker 1: against the sill. My tired eyes slowly adjusted, my mind
[2:53:53] Speaker 1: desperate to make the shape into a tree or a shadow,
[2:53:57] Speaker 1: but it remained as it was, of bright, pale with
[2:54:02] Speaker 1: a huge grin. It stood there as still as a statue, watching, waiting.
[2:54:14] Speaker 1: The longer I stared, the more I became aware of
[2:54:17] Speaker 1: the fact that I was standing directly in front of
[2:54:19] Speaker 1: a little window. If it hadn't noticed me yet, I
[2:54:24] Speaker 1: was giving it every chance. I backed away from the window, slowly,
[2:54:30] Speaker 1: trying not to make the floorboard speak. When I finally
[2:54:34] Speaker 1: reached the bed, I eased myself under the covers and
[2:54:38] Speaker 1: stayed perfectly still, my heart thooding so loud it felt audible.
[2:54:45] Speaker 1: I lay there staring at the ceiling, listening for any
[2:54:48] Speaker 1: shift outside. By dawn it was gone, no signs that
[2:54:56] Speaker 1: something was rummaging in the yard. I ran back to
[2:54:59] Speaker 1: the bearing. The old shepherd was already awake, waiting at
[2:55:04] Speaker 1: the fire pit like he knew i'd come. I think
[2:55:09] Speaker 1: I saw one, I said. He nodded slowly, then grabbed
[2:55:15] Speaker 1: a canvas bundle from behind a tree. Inside rusted tools,
[2:55:21] Speaker 1: something like a branding iron and a long iron steak
[2:55:24] Speaker 1: carved with cymbals I couldn't decipher. He seemed to be
[2:55:30] Speaker 1: able to track it like a bloodhound. We found the
[2:55:33] Speaker 1: things skulking near the edge of the woods. It was
[2:55:37] Speaker 1: still in the shape of someone almost human, same size,
[2:55:41] Speaker 1: same build, but its knees bent wrong and its eyes
[2:55:45] Speaker 1: were all pupil No white It smiled when it saw me,
[2:55:51] Speaker 1: spoke in the voice of my childhood best friend, a
[2:55:54] Speaker 1: girl who moved away years ago. Hey, it said, wanna play,
[2:56:02] Speaker 1: she added with a smile. Her cadence was just like
[2:56:07] Speaker 1: how she sounded many years ago, my blood friend cold.
[2:56:13] Speaker 1: The old shepherd didn't hesitate. He charged, drove the steak
[2:56:18] Speaker 1: straight through its gut. Its shrieked, curled backward like a
[2:56:22] Speaker 1: snapping twig, but didn't die. I don't want to go
[2:56:27] Speaker 1: home yet, it whined, twisting its neck toward me. Please
[2:56:32] Speaker 1: just a bit longer. It laughed as the old shepherd
[2:56:38] Speaker 1: pinned it to the ground, an elation that didn't match
[2:56:41] Speaker 1: what his body was going through. Despite what he was saying,
[2:56:45] Speaker 1: its actions didn't match. Its hands clasped over the shepherd's,
[2:56:50] Speaker 1: pulling the steak further in like it was welcoming death,
[2:56:55] Speaker 1: thrashing death throes that looked painfully stronger than a hum
[2:56:59] Speaker 1: in that's eyes. It took two four minutes to stop moving,
[2:57:04] Speaker 1: catching the shepherd a few times, causing a few nicks
[2:57:07] Speaker 1: and bruises. We burned it. The smoke smelled like copper
[2:57:13] Speaker 1: and roses, but even that acted strangely instead of billows
[2:57:18] Speaker 1: and clouds, pushed around by the wind, It rose like
[2:57:22] Speaker 1: a thin pillar into the sky until it dissipated. I
[2:57:29] Speaker 1: was done pretending this was normal, I demanded answers. Okay,
[2:57:35] Speaker 1: what the hell is going on? I yelled. The sheep
[2:57:40] Speaker 1: usually move as a flock, but sometimes a lamb gets astray.
[2:57:46] Speaker 1: He retorted, like that somehow answered my question. Tears whirled
[2:57:52] Speaker 1: in my eyes, overwhelmed by taking in so much. No
[2:57:57] Speaker 1: enough with being cryptic. This is insane. Why did she
[2:58:01] Speaker 1: sound like my old friend? Am I connected to this?
[2:58:04] Speaker 1: I jobbed? This seemed to catch his attention. He turned
[2:58:09] Speaker 1: to me. You knew her, Yeah, we grew up together,
[2:58:15] Speaker 1: played every other day until she moved away. I answered,
[2:58:21] Speaker 1: moved away classic, he muttered, Just explain, I demanded. She's dead,
[2:58:32] Speaker 1: died a while ago. By the sounds of it, I
[2:58:34] Speaker 1: guess you were too young for your parents to tell
[2:58:36] Speaker 1: you straight. But she didn't move on, he replied bluntly.
[2:58:44] Speaker 1: I was stunned, soaking in what he said. The body
[2:58:48] Speaker 1: was a shambling husk, but it held what remained of
[2:58:52] Speaker 1: my old best friend, something which we excited into smoke
[2:58:56] Speaker 1: that moved on into some unknown after life. If what
[2:59:00] Speaker 1: he was saying was to be believed. I just stared
[2:59:05] Speaker 1: at the embers, at the reality of the situation. I
[2:59:15] Speaker 1: didn't sleep after the whole ordeal i'd witnessed, not even
[2:59:18] Speaker 1: for a minute. Every time I closed my eyes, I
[2:59:23] Speaker 1: saw the things. I had no way to process, nothing
[2:59:26] Speaker 1: earthly I could relate it to so I could comprehend
[2:59:30] Speaker 1: the gravity of what was going on. I kept telling
[2:59:33] Speaker 1: myself it didn't make sense that this was insanity creeping
[2:59:37] Speaker 1: in my mind snapping after opening the box. But deep
[2:59:42] Speaker 1: down I knew better. I remembered the creature's voice, the
[2:59:47] Speaker 1: way it smiled, like it had teeth behind its teeth. Still,
[2:59:53] Speaker 1: I was resolute, I'm not doing this, so I decided
[3:00:02] Speaker 1: to leave no packed bags, just a coat, my ID
[3:00:07] Speaker 1: and a lie to my mom about heading to the library.
[3:00:11] Speaker 1: I walked to the gas station on the highway where
[3:00:14] Speaker 1: the delivery truck stopped, found a guy loading his flat bed.
[3:00:18] Speaker 1: Asked for a ride to the next town. He barely
[3:00:21] Speaker 1: looked at me, just said sure, hop in. We drove
[3:00:28] Speaker 1: in silence. Ten minutes out of town, the tree started
[3:00:33] Speaker 1: the thin and I saw the county line sign her head.
[3:00:37] Speaker 1: I actually smiled. I was going to make it out.
[3:00:43] Speaker 1: Then the driver made a weird noise, a kind of
[3:00:46] Speaker 1: sharp choking hiccough. He leaned forward, fingers twitching, and the
[3:00:51] Speaker 1: wheel hey. He made a gurgling sound and slump sideways,
[3:00:57] Speaker 1: foot pressing the gas hard. We veered onto the gravel,
[3:01:02] Speaker 1: then off the shoulder completely. The truck slammed into a ditch,
[3:01:07] Speaker 1: flinging me into the dash. I blacked out. I woke
[3:01:14] Speaker 1: up in the town clinic, same flooral wallpaper, same scent
[3:01:18] Speaker 1: of antiseptic, an old paper, a place I'd been to
[3:01:21] Speaker 1: a few times as a child. My head throbbed, my
[3:01:26] Speaker 1: shoulder was bandaged. A nurse leaned over me, pressing a
[3:01:30] Speaker 1: cold cloth to my cheek. You're lucky, she said, gently,
[3:01:36] Speaker 1: only a mild concussion. I tried to sit up. She
[3:01:41] Speaker 1: placed a hand on my arm to keep me still.
[3:01:46] Speaker 1: You don't get to leave, she whispered. You've already been
[3:01:50] Speaker 1: written in. And just like that, I knew that whatever
[3:01:58] Speaker 1: path I was forced on to, I was locked in.
[3:02:05] Speaker 1: After the crash and waking up in the clinic, I
[3:02:08] Speaker 1: was sent home the same evening, no follow ups. No
[3:02:12] Speaker 1: one from town asked if I was okay, only if
[3:02:15] Speaker 1: I was ready whatever that meant. I tried to pretend
[3:02:21] Speaker 1: everything was fine, that I could still choose a normal life.
[3:02:26] Speaker 1: But that night I heard something outside, a knock, slow, deliberate,
[3:02:34] Speaker 1: repeating three times, then silence. I peeked through the curtain
[3:02:42] Speaker 1: and froze. No one was on the porch or the street,
[3:02:48] Speaker 1: but just at the tree line, black against the sky,
[3:02:53] Speaker 1: a figure was waving. The next day, he came limping
[3:03:02] Speaker 1: up my driveway, the old shepherd, gaunt and twitching, cuts
[3:03:08] Speaker 1: along his face, shirt torn, like had gone through thorns
[3:03:12] Speaker 1: or worse. You need to listen, he said. His voice
[3:03:18] Speaker 1: was different, now, no longer cryptic, no longer in control.
[3:03:24] Speaker 1: He looked scared. I need your help. I found another
[3:03:29] Speaker 1: one wondering the tree line. Figured it'll be another easy catch,
[3:03:35] Speaker 1: but it turned on me. It attacked. They've never done
[3:03:41] Speaker 1: that before, I demanded he explain all of it. I
[3:03:48] Speaker 1: was sick of being left in the dark for so long.
[3:03:52] Speaker 1: He wiped blood from his cheek and slumped down on
[3:03:55] Speaker 1: my porch step. This job is uneasy, but if you
[3:04:00] Speaker 1: were chosen, I guess I have to accept you can
[3:04:04] Speaker 1: handle it, he resigned. Around the world, death is commonplace.
[3:04:11] Speaker 1: People die, move on and that's it, But here it's
[3:04:18] Speaker 1: a bit thin. The veil beyond is in always one way.
[3:04:23] Speaker 1: Sometimes things slip back. I nodded, curious to what he meant.
[3:04:31] Speaker 1: They wonder aimlessly, clinging on to relics of their past life,
[3:04:36] Speaker 1: old routines, nostalgic areas. But they can't stay here, they
[3:04:41] Speaker 1: can't find peace, So we help them move on, shepherd
[3:04:47] Speaker 1: them to where they need to be. I was breathless
[3:04:52] Speaker 1: at this. Despite the absurdity of what he was saying,
[3:04:57] Speaker 1: it kind of made sense. It's not easy. Sometimes you
[3:05:03] Speaker 1: froze up the other day, recognize de friend. That will
[3:05:07] Speaker 1: happen a lot. People you love, people you grew up with,
[3:05:12] Speaker 1: will pass, and sometimes they'll linger behind. They will recognize
[3:05:18] Speaker 1: you and greet you like an old friend. But the
[3:05:22] Speaker 1: routine never changes. No matter how hard it is, you
[3:05:28] Speaker 1: have to do what's necessary. This made my heart sink.
[3:05:34] Speaker 1: A stranger I could maybe deal with, but someone I know,
[3:05:39] Speaker 1: a friend or a family member, would tear me apart.
[3:05:44] Speaker 1: It made sense why he chose to live alone. Fewer
[3:05:47] Speaker 1: connections meant fewer attachments, able to dispatch them with more ease.
[3:05:54] Speaker 1: Despite what they say, they don't fight back. Ever, you
[3:05:59] Speaker 1: saw with a husk. Its mind wanted to wonder, but
[3:06:03] Speaker 1: his body knew it had to move on. All we
[3:06:07] Speaker 1: do is guide them there. But I started, not knowing
[3:06:13] Speaker 1: how to ask, looking at his banged up body. Yeah,
[3:06:18] Speaker 1: I know, but I wasn't lying. They don't attack. I
[3:06:23] Speaker 1: think they just, for whatever reason, rejected me. He looked
[3:06:31] Speaker 1: at me directly, with sincerity in his eyes. I need
[3:06:36] Speaker 1: you to finish my task. When I found near the
[3:06:39] Speaker 1: tree line. That's all just one time and I'll take
[3:06:44] Speaker 1: back over. I stared at him, weighing what he asked.
[3:06:50] Speaker 1: It still felt too much for me, but a one
[3:06:54] Speaker 1: off I could maybe do, and seeing how banged up
[3:06:58] Speaker 1: he was, knowing that, he tried I again. If I didn't,
[3:07:02] Speaker 1: I felt like I had no choice but to say yes.
[3:07:10] Speaker 1: I set off for the woods. Before I left, the
[3:07:14] Speaker 1: old shepherd pressed two objects into my hands, A short
[3:07:18] Speaker 1: wooden steak, scorched black and edged with sigels I couldn't read,
[3:07:22] Speaker 1: and a sealed satchel tied shot with waxed twine. He
[3:07:26] Speaker 1: held eye contact too long before letting go. Stay on
[3:07:31] Speaker 1: the marked path, he said, don't speak first, don't run,
[3:07:37] Speaker 1: and don't ever lie to it. He didn't elaborate, just
[3:07:42] Speaker 1: turned and left. I was left alone, facing the tree line,
[3:07:47] Speaker 1: the sky behind me turning red. I stepped deep into
[3:07:52] Speaker 1: the forest, further than where the townsfolk walked. The trees
[3:07:57] Speaker 1: were close together, crooked. The air changed fast, damper smelled
[3:08:03] Speaker 1: like turned soil and copper. As I walked, I started
[3:08:08] Speaker 1: noticing carvings, jagged spirals, and almond shapes like stretched eyes.
[3:08:14] Speaker 1: Some had shallow notches across them like lashes. Finally I
[3:08:19] Speaker 1: reached a hollow, a sunken depression in the earth, maybe
[3:08:24] Speaker 1: thirty feet wide, with a stone basin at its center.
[3:08:28] Speaker 1: Next To it was an emaciated looking figure, a husk
[3:08:32] Speaker 1: of a person, slapping his hand on the stone. When
[3:08:37] Speaker 1: I got closer, I could hear him saying something, last
[3:08:43] Speaker 1: two balls of pairs, last two bowls. He was saying
[3:08:48] Speaker 1: it like he was running a market stall. There was
[3:08:50] Speaker 1: about to close when I remembered mister Martin, who passed
[3:08:55] Speaker 1: away a number of years ago. The old man was
[3:08:59] Speaker 1: part of my child. He used to give free fruit
[3:09:02] Speaker 1: to kids to quote make them grow up big and strong.
[3:09:08] Speaker 1: I approached slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements,
[3:09:12] Speaker 1: but he carried on like it was still doing business.
[3:09:16] Speaker 1: When his hollow sockets locked onto me, recognition spread across
[3:09:21] Speaker 1: his face. Ah, dear boy, did you want an apple?
[3:09:27] Speaker 1: The fresh he beamed, just like he used to when
[3:09:31] Speaker 1: he saw me as a kid. My eyes welled as
[3:09:35] Speaker 1: I slipped out the steak, heart beating in the highest gear.
[3:09:40] Speaker 1: My breathing picked up as I stopped in front of him,
[3:09:43] Speaker 1: Unsure if I should go through with a grim task
[3:09:45] Speaker 1: I was given. I stared at the stake, willing it
[3:09:49] Speaker 1: to move on its own. The idea of driving it
[3:09:53] Speaker 1: into something that appeared living was beyond what I felt
[3:09:57] Speaker 1: capable of, let alone the familiarity of them. The seconds
[3:10:02] Speaker 1: droned on in two minutes as he continued slapping the
[3:10:06] Speaker 1: rock like his old market stand. I can't do it,
[3:10:13] Speaker 1: I muttered to myself, readying to leave. It wasn't causing trouble.
[3:10:19] Speaker 1: What was the harm in leaving it there until the
[3:10:21] Speaker 1: shepherd got better, I thought to myself. But before I
[3:10:25] Speaker 1: could leave, the thing snuck up on me. Its hands
[3:10:30] Speaker 1: clasped over mine, hard, gripping the steak I still held.
[3:10:34] Speaker 1: Pointed forward. Or would you prefer a banana instead? He muttered,
[3:10:42] Speaker 1: but his voice didn't match his actions. He stepped towards
[3:10:48] Speaker 1: me while pulling my arms in, driving the stake partly
[3:10:52] Speaker 1: into his chest. Shark froze me, but as soon as
[3:10:57] Speaker 1: the adrenaline pumpt I follow through, pushing forward as hard
[3:11:02] Speaker 1: as I could. The husk fell backward, pulling me with it,
[3:11:07] Speaker 1: and I straddled it, keeping the stake's position true until
[3:11:11] Speaker 1: I could drive it deeper. One last time, it thrust
[3:11:16] Speaker 1: around before finally falling still. I rolled off it, breathing
[3:11:23] Speaker 1: so hard I thought I would pass out, but compose
[3:11:26] Speaker 1: myself before getting back up. I slowly unrouted the satchel
[3:11:31] Speaker 1: to see what was inside and recognized the contents. It
[3:11:36] Speaker 1: was what the shepherd used to start the fire to
[3:11:40] Speaker 1: honor mister Martin. I set it on the stone he
[3:11:43] Speaker 1: seemed to perceive as his market stall and lit it.
[3:11:48] Speaker 1: It didn't take long to roar to life, and with
[3:11:51] Speaker 1: some effort, heaved the husk onto it. Watching the smoke
[3:11:55] Speaker 1: pillar seep into the sky, I paused for a moment
[3:11:59] Speaker 1: to silently remember mister Martin before cleaning up and heading
[3:12:04] Speaker 1: back home. I made my way back to town under a
[3:12:08] Speaker 1: sky that felt different lower somehow, even the stars looked
[3:12:13] Speaker 1: like they were watching me. People passed me on the street.
[3:12:18] Speaker 1: But something else caught my attention. The rooftops, the shadows
[3:12:23] Speaker 1: between buildings, the gaps between street lights. In those spaces,
[3:12:30] Speaker 1: I saw them figures, tall, narrow things, just watching. Their
[3:12:39] Speaker 1: eyes didn't glow, but I saw them anyway, like impressions
[3:12:43] Speaker 1: burned into my vision. I didn't know what was happening.
[3:12:48] Speaker 1: I wasn't ready for this. Why were there so many?
[3:12:52] Speaker 1: I needed answers? So I went to the old Shepherd's house.
[3:12:58] Speaker 1: I knocked nothing. I waited, and still nothing. But I
[3:13:04] Speaker 1: couldn't walk away. My skin itched like something wanted me
[3:13:08] Speaker 1: to understand. So I opened the door. The house was dim,
[3:13:17] Speaker 1: smelled of dust and cedar. I called out, but there
[3:13:21] Speaker 1: was no reply. I found him in the back room,
[3:13:25] Speaker 1: slumped in a worn arm chair, peaceful, pale. A single
[3:13:30] Speaker 1: candle burned low beside him, almost out, he was gone.
[3:13:39] Speaker 1: I don't know how long I stood there. I don't
[3:13:41] Speaker 1: know what I said, or if I said anything at all.
[3:13:45] Speaker 1: My stomach was hollow, not sad, just stripped, worried that
[3:13:52] Speaker 1: all the answers died with him. But as I looked
[3:13:56] Speaker 1: around the markings and the walls, the dozens of steaks
[3:14:00] Speaker 1: lined neatly by the door, and I saw the scattered journals,
[3:14:04] Speaker 1: flicked through some and everything was in there what he
[3:14:08] Speaker 1: told me, and more, the scale of the task, the
[3:14:12] Speaker 1: targets that aim for, and the eyes seeing all those
[3:14:17] Speaker 1: who remain. And it clicked. He had seen the figures too,
[3:14:24] Speaker 1: saw them while I was naively worrying about the one
[3:14:27] Speaker 1: that I had seen. He knew the scope of the job.
[3:14:31] Speaker 1: That's why he didn't take me in, not wanting to
[3:14:35] Speaker 1: burden me with this monumental task. And now he was gone,
[3:14:44] Speaker 1: I walked home without trying to hide anymore. I met
[3:14:48] Speaker 1: the town's eyes when they glanced up. I saw the
[3:14:51] Speaker 1: way the shadows shifted behind their curtains. I heard the
[3:14:55] Speaker 1: slow rhythm of something breathing beneath the dirt. And for
[3:14:59] Speaker 1: the sake of this man who had thanklessly done this
[3:15:02] Speaker 1: job for decades, working so long that this role was
[3:15:06] Speaker 1: only a rumor in my generation, I decided then that
[3:15:13] Speaker 1: I would be the new shepherd for this town.

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