CreepyPasta's

Recording 21A3

{BEGIN TRANSCRIPTION. DATE: NOVEMBER 21. 11:11:11s}

[ SPEAKER COUGHS. AVERTS EYES; NERVOUS.]

Um, okay so—damn it! How do I start this—well, okay.

Let me say this first, I’m not crazy.

I am not paranoid. I do not have a hyperactive imagination. No, I did not watch several hours of horror movies and no, I was not a sickly child. I am not mentally ill either. Well, other than this notion my parents seem to have of my jumping at shadows which aren’t there.

I mean that figuratively of course; I’m not so crazy that I see shadows that are not there. I mean who would do that?

[SPEAKER CHUCKLES; FALTERS.]

I just hear it. The true sounds, I mean. That did not come out right. Damn, I’m not making any sense.

[SPEAKER SIGHS. GESTURES: HANDS RUNNING THROUGH HAIR, PALMS SHINING; SWEATY]

Look, have you ever heard the wind blowing? Especially when it comes out as that almost ear splitting whine when it’s coming through the crack in the door?

Or what about when your heart pounds in your ears and your head seems to throb? When the sound appears to echo up your throat and you just blame it on stress or nervousness?

What about when you hear the white noise on your TV?

What about when a light seems to flicker, but no one else notices?

Or when the ground seems to shake, but appears still to everyone else?

Did you ever even spare a second thought?

You’re not crazy. You just caught a glimpse of what I experience every day.

Think about it. All of these noises just happen to come up right when you think everything around you is silent; when everything fades away and you feel isolated. They always happen to start reverberating and repeating, back and forth, possibly in long hollows sounds, right when you feel like you’re alone. They just so happen to trigger the intuition that has saved mankind for so many years and just so happen to make you question your surroundings.

And you probably ignore them, like any person.

[SPEAKER SMIRKS, CONDESCENDING: LOOKS TO GROUND, SHAKES HEAD.]

We make our excuses, foolish as we are as human-

[VAGUE DING IN BACKGROUND. SPEAKER IS APPROACHED.]

Stop it—No, I am.

[FOOTSTEPS RECEDE. SPEAKER STARES AT EXIT. SPEAKER’S EYES UNFOCUS AND GLOSS OVER.]