The Whisper
short-storiesTom had lived alone ever since his wife passed. He often heard whispers at night but blamed it on an overactive imagination.
One evening, he set up his phone to record the sounds. He went to bed, hearing nothing unusual. But the next morning, when he played back the audio, his blood ran cold.
The whispers were real.
Even worse, they were speaking his name.
Over and over.
The last thing he heard before he shut off the recording?
A voice that was right next to the microphone:
"We see you too, Tom."