NepSauce
Never did I believe in the paranormal, until one day, in the dead of the night, I heard him speak without my headphones on. It was him: his unenthusiastic deadpan voice cutting through the silence.
He now narrates my life, my failures, every single waking hour of the day. The thin line between digital and reality has seemingly faded, his whispers now echoing through drywall and plaster.