Echoes of the Unknown: The Midnight Call (Horror Story)

I woke up in the middle of the night and heard the soft hum of static. It was faint at first, barely noticeable over the sound of my own breathing. I lay still, staring at the ceiling, the darkness pressing in around me.

The static grew louder, crackling with an almost rhythmic pulse. It seemed to be coming from the corner of the room. My eyes strained to see in the gloom, but there was nothing there, just shadows upon shadows.

I reached for my phone on the bedside table, its screen casting a pale glow. The clock read 3:33 AM. The static persisted, now interspersed with faint, indistinct whispers. I turned on the bedside lamp, flooding the room with a weak, yellow light. The sound didn’t cease. It seemed to be coming from an old radio I didn’t remember owning, perched on my dresser.

I swung my legs out of bed and walked toward the dresser, each step heavy with dread. The radio, vintage and dusty, should have been off, but its dial was turned to a frequency that only broadcasted static and whispers.

I turned the knob, trying to change the station, but the whispers only grew louder, more insistent. Among the static, I could now make out a voice, distant and echoing, calling my name.

“Come closer…” it murmured, each word dripping with a chilling familiarity.

I pulled my hand away, heart pounding. The voice continued, weaving through the static, unraveling memories I thought I had long forgotten. It spoke of places I had never been but somehow recognized, of moments that felt like they belonged to someone else but were undeniably mine.

The whispers beckoned me to listen, promising answers to questions I never dared to ask. I reached for the power button, desperate to silence it, but before I could, the static stopped. Silence, thick and oppressive, filled the room.

Then, the voice spoke once more, clear and cold. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

The lamp flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls, and in the mirror above the dresser, I saw not my own reflection, but a figure standing behind me, eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light.

In a heartbeat, the room was plunged into darkness, and the static returned, louder than ever, filling my mind with a cacophony of voices. The last thing I heard before everything went silent again was a single word, whispered from the depths of the radio: “Remember.”

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