00:00It started subtly. My old radio, the one I inherited from my grandfather, would hiss and
00:05crackle with static, same as it always had. But then I began to hear something else buried within
00:12the noise. Whispers. At first they were just fragments, like catching the tail end of a
00:18conversation from another room. I tried tuning the dial, searching for a clear station, but the
00:24whispers followed, weaving through the static regardless of the frequency. Last night it was
00:30different. A single voice, clear as a bell, cut through the hiss. It wasn't a broadcast. It was
00:37my grandfather's voice, and it said my name. Then it asked a question that made my blood run cold.
00:43Can you hear me now? The radio dial began to turn, slowly, all on its own. I haven't dared to unplug
00:52it. I'm afraid of what will happen if the voices stop, or worse, if they get louder.
