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White Noise

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I hear things that aren't there. Shouldn't be there. I hear them in the quiet noises. The liminal noises. The background hum.

The drone of a steady fan. A washing machine, humming and whooshing about its work. The blood rushing around my system when I wear earplugs.

It's like a radio, but the sounds are just far enough out of reach that I can't quite tell what's being said.

I know I recognise that music though

And those voices. So familiar.

Sometimes I think I hear them say my name.

I made a plan. I'm meditating. I'm putting the fan on, the one that brings the voices closest, and I'm focusing on it, shutting everything else out.

And it's working.

Every night, I get a little bit closer. Or I did. The snatches of music and voices are agonisingly still just out of reach and I'm stuck in place. I can't get to them.

But they're definitely saying my name.

So I bought a white noise machine, and I've set it up with the fan. It's a bit of a racket, but once I get the levels and positioning right, it's actually quite wonderful. This will get me there. I know it will.

It is! It's doing it! I can hear the music, the voices. They're so happy to finally be able to talk to me! They're reaching out from…another dimension? Huh. That matches some of my theories, sure.

Why me? I asked that first. They said I'm unusually receptive, and they've been trying to bring me to them for ages. Since I was young.

No wonder it all sounds so familiar.

They have a job for me. And if I do it, I'll be able to join them. I'll be one of them.

They're the ruling class of their dimension, and I'm…a nothing, here. Nobody. No family, no friends, and I do my job from home and only ever speak to people by email or messenger. Maybe the baristas down the road might notice I stopped coming in. That'll be all.

And I could be…something. Something better. Something more. Just…anything but what I am now.

All I have to do is draw some things in my blood on the wall, some weird picture type things, and open the door for them.

Then I'll be somebody.

Here goes! 

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