Rain battered against the window as Evan fumbled with the old radio his grandfather had left him. It was a relic from the 1950s, its dials worn smooth and its wooden frame polished by time. Despite its age, the thing worked like a charm—except tonight. Tonight, the static felt alive, writhing with an uneasy energy.
A Whisper in the Static
“Evan, why don’t you just give up? It’s broken,” sighed Kara, his roommate, from the couch. She barely glanced up from her phone.
“Not a chance,” Evan muttered. “Grandpa swore this thing could pick up signals from anywhere. Even… you know… places we shouldn’t hear from.”
Kara rolled her eyes. “Right. Ghosts on AM frequency. Spooky.”
Evan didn’t respond. His fingers hovered over the dial, turning it millimeter by millimeter. The static changed tones, rising and falling like a muffled voice trying to break through. Then it happened—a soft, clear whisper pierced the white noise.
“Can you hear me?”
Evan froze. He turned to Kara, but she was engrossed in her phone, earbuds in.
The voice crackled again, louder this time. “Please. Help us.”
The Warning
“Hello?” Evan said tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper. “Who is this?”
There was a pause. Then came the chilling reply: “They’re coming. Don’t look out the window.”
Evan’s blood ran cold. He glanced toward the window reflexively. The rain distorted the view, but he swore he saw a figure standing across the street. Its silhouette was unnaturally still.
“Who’s coming?” Evan demanded, his voice shaking.
The voice answered, trembling with fear. “They don’t have eyes, but they see everything. Turn off the lights. Don’t move.”
“Kara!” Evan hissed. She pulled out one earbud, annoyed.
“What?”
“Turn off the lights!”
“Why?”
“Just do it!” Evan scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding. Kara sighed dramatically but obliged, plunging the room into darkness.
“Okay, now what? You’re seriously freaking me out,” she whispered.
Knock, Knock…
The radio crackled again. “They’re at your door.”
Evan and Kara’s eyes snapped to the front door. A faint, deliberate knock echoed through the apartment.
“Who the hell—” Kara began, but Evan clamped a hand over her mouth.
The knock came again. Three slow, deliberate raps. Then silence.
Evan grabbed the radio, his knuckles white. “What do we do?” he whispered into the void.
The voice didn’t answer this time. Instead, the static grew louder, morphing into something resembling a wet, guttural sound. A chill crawled up Evan’s spine as he realized the static wasn’t random—it was breathing.
Don’t Look at the Window
The knock came again, but this time it wasn’t from the front door. It was from the window.
“Don’t look,” the voice on the radio pleaded. “Don’t let them see you.”
Kara couldn’t resist. Her head turned toward the window.
“No!” Evan shouted, but it was too late.
Kara’s scream filled the room as her body went rigid. Her eyes locked onto the window, unblinking, her face twisted in a mix of terror and agony.
Evan grabbed her, shaking her violently. “Kara, snap out of it!”
Her lips moved, but the words didn’t sound like her own. “They found you.”
The Eyeless Figure
The lights flickered violently, and the room filled with an oppressive, suffocating darkness. Evan backed away, clutching the radio like a lifeline.
“Who are they?!” he yelled into the device.
The voice finally responded, calm and detached. “They are the ones who listen when no one else will. They heard you, Evan.
“What do they want?!”
The reply was chillingly simple. “You.”
The radio let out a deafening screech, and the apartment door burst open, though no one stood there. A cold wind howled through the room, and the figure from the street was suddenly inside, standing just beyond the doorway. Its head tilted unnaturally, and where its eyes should have been, there was only void—deep, endless void.
Evan stumbled backward, dragging Kara with him. Her body was limp now, her eyes lifeless. The figure stepped closer, its feet never touching the ground.
The Desperate Choice
Desperate, Evan turned the radio dial wildly, searching for anything—any help, any escape. The static shifted, and a new voice emerged.
“Break it. Smash the radio.”
Evan hesitated. The radio was the only connection he had to… whatever this was.
“Why?” he whispered.
The voice grew frantic. “It’s the tether! Break it, or they’ll pull you in!”
The eyeless figure was inches away now, its head twitching with inhuman speed. Evan didn’t think. He lifted the radio and slammed it against the floor, shattering it into a thousand pieces.
A Faint Whisper Remains
The figure let out an ear-piercing shriek and dissolved into black smoke, which was sucked out of the room like air through a vacuum. The lights flickered back to life, and the apartment was silent once more.
Kara gasped, her eyes fluttering open. “What… what happened?”
Evan didn’t answer. He stared at the broken pieces of the radio, his heart pounding. Among the shattered remains, the speaker still emitted a faint, dying whisper.
“We’ll find you again.”
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