The Recording Killed Her. Now It’s After Me.
I’m a homicide detective. I’ve seen some shit, but nothing like this. Brynn Williams was a bright young woman, gone in an instant. Found dead in a canal, her face bashed in. The world moved on, but I couldn’t. Her case was different—she left behind a voice memo.
I got the USB stick. No one had listened to it. I closed my office door, put on my headphones, and pressed play. Her voice was breathy, scared. She was driving, talking about a creepy TikTok video. A woman stabbing herself. Brynn thought it was AI-generated, but then the video started playing on her TV, her Bluetooth speaker. She couldn’t escape it. She left her apartment, but the audio followed her. She saw the woman from the video on the sidewalk. And then... the audio looped, and she screamed. The recording cut out.
I thought it was just a disturbing story. Until it happened to me. At 4:25 AM, I woke up to the sound of a woman sobbing. It was coming from my closet. I opened the door, saw nothing, and then felt cold fingers wrap around my neck. I was bashed into the door. My wife screamed. It stopped, and I collapsed. I told my colleagues, but they didn’t believe me. They put me on leave. For my own health, they said.
Now I hear giggling all the time. From the closet, from the attic. I don’t know how much longer I have. I think I should make a voice memo. Maybe then someone will understand. Maybe then someone will know what’s happening to me.
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