The morning sunlight cut through Aaron's room, turning his hair gold. The radio sat on his desk, sitting like nothing happened, just a scrap of metal lying on the desk.
For a moment, Aaron felt foolish. You are losing it, hearing things or maybe even hallucinating.Whispering radios? Get a grip.
But then he remembered the voice. His name. His town. The last word.
"..tomorrow.."
Chills ran down his spine. Even in the daylight.
At school, everything felt.....weird. Greyford High buzzed with the usual noises- lockers slamming sneakers and sandals squeaking on the slippery floor- but the talks kept something heavier, a ripple of uneasiness Aaron couldn't pull down.
It wasn't until he overheard it.
"Clara Reeves didn't show up today", whispered the girl at the next table."Her mom reported to the police,turns out, she never came home last night."
Aaron's tray trembled. Clara Reeves.
His stomach dropped. The same name the static whispered. He hadn't wanted to believe it- it hadn't let himself believe it. But it was true.
"Probably just left". Another student said with a shrug."She was weird anyways".
Aaron clutched his fists. He barely knew Clara - quiet, shy girl, always sitting at the backseat - but she wasn't the one who would just run away. And the voice had said her name hours before her vanishing.
Coincidence? Or a warning?
That night, Aaron sat on his desk, staring at the unplugged radio. Thinking how could anyone broadcast a static on such a radio which didn't even had batteries...
He plugged it in.
The light returned with the same, low buzz. Static hissed.
For long minutes, nothing happened. Just the same, annoying static.Aaron shakily exhaled. Maybe yesterday was all an imagination, maybe -
The clock ticked over 11:11.
The static shifted.
"....Clara Reeves...."
Aaron's blood ran cold.
"...Clara Reeves...Greyford.."
His stomach dropped. He wanted to reach out, but couldn't move his hand.
The voice stayed longer this time. More insistent. Louder.
"....tomorrow...another...."
Aaron pushed himself back. Another?
The word echoed in his head even after the silence.
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The next day, Greyford woke up to the news: Clara Reeves was gone. Not missing, not late- just gone. Her room, shoes, bed, bag - untouched. No sign she left the home.
Aaron knew, blood running cold- the radio wasn't done yet...
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The Whispering Static
Mystery / ThrillerRule #1- Never tune your radio after dark Rule #2- If you hear your name in the static-run Aaron Lowell broke both the rules Now the voices won't stop calling him....... (new chapter every day!)
