Intro 0:00
Chapter 1 2:30
Chapter 2 13:10
Chapter 3 34:22
Chapter 4 47:05
Outro 55:38

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A low hum fills this cramped little station, the bulb overhead giving off just enough light to show the dust in the air. The old radio console, all tubes and broken dials, crackles with uneasy static, as if protesting the hour and the secrets drifting in. Strange distortions ride the waves tonight—odd interferences that come and go, leaving behind shreds of unearthly sounds and uneasy silences. Some will say it’s nothing, just the atmosphere playing tricks, or maybe those ‘drones’ folks claim to see gliding overhead after dark. Perhaps it’s best not to speculate too loudly.

So lean in closer. I’ve been here for hours, adjusting the frequencies and waiting for something that doesn’t fit the usual patterns. I think I’ve found something. No howls or screams, no chains rattling in the attic. Just the muffled breathing of a man wide awake when he should be sleeping, a quiet house pressing in around him. He’s restless, dragging himself through darkened rooms, too tired to think straight but too stubborn to give in. He doesn’t yet know there’s something else under that roof, something that wears silence like a second skin and watches with patient, inhuman eyes. You won’t hear a roar. You won’t hear a whisper, either. But it’s there, bending the silence around him, shifting the weight of the darkness ever so slightly.

Listen carefully. The signal’s weak and might vanish if you so much as blink, but if you trust your ears, you’ll catch the shape of something out of place. Something that doesn’t belong in any human hour. At 2:47AM in the morning, a man awakens in his quiet countryside home soon to be joined by an inexplicable presence that turns the familiar into the uncanny. Moonlight filters through narrow windows, casting shifting shadows that seem to breathe and move on their own. Mysterious lights flicker silently across the night sky, hinting at unseen forces at play.

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The Visitor

In this liminal moment between sleep and wakefulness, he grapples with the ethereal intrusion, sensing that his solitary existence is touched by something vast and otherworldly. As the night deepens, the boundary between reality and the unknown fades, drawing him into a realm where the surreal and the mundane intertwine.

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