Whispers in the Silence

Every night, before I fall asleep, I turn on white noise. It helps quiet my

mind. But last week… the static started whispering. At first, I thought it was

my imagination. Just faint words buried in the sound: “…wake up…” I laughed it off.

But the next night, it said my name. Clear as day. “Diego…” I unplugged the

speaker. The whisper didn’t stop. Now it was coming from my phone.

From my TV. Even from the air vent. I called my best friend,

panicking. He said, “Dude, calm down—you’re just tired.”

But as he spoke… I heard his voice echoing behind me— repeating the same words,