The White Noise
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Last published Fri, May 19, 2017
Ever wonder what the white noise on the T.V. is? Or what causes the mysterious internet crashes? Or why sometimes someone calls your phone but all you hear is static?
Some people this it's the dead reaching out. Ha! Not even close. It may seem like it, but no, it's not the dead calling from "the beyond". But it is someone calling, someone calling from beyond your world. Someone calling from another dimension.
The White Noise dimension, the neglected walls just in between two of the largest dimensions of the universe.
Only one inhabitant is marooned in this lost place. Ask her how it feels to not exist and she'll tell you it's a living nightmare.
There's more to the White Noise then everyone believes, or at least cares to admit.
The static are her screams, her cries for help.
The breaks in connection are her attempts at escape.
The White Noise is a trap.
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