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I was recently recording myself reading for a friend and wound up scrolling through some older voice memos. Remember that interview I did about a year ago? Well I found another one. It’s an audio file that stretches for about two days, and it’s nearly all static. There are some other sounds mixed in that made me want my housemate to come home so I didn’t have to be alone.
Right near the middle, about 27 hours in... recognisable speech pops in.
It was probably the biggest scare of my life having voices randomly break in after so much white noise. The voice is not human. I hardly even recognised my own voice. I don’t remember any of it.
Some of this might not be pleasant to read. It’s nothing too gory, but the way they speak is cruelly objective and inhumanly removed. I needed to post it. I’d not be in a good way if this continued to live solely in my head.
The bit below is where actual language starts being exchanged.
I didn’t get their name, so I just put a little dot where they’re speaking.
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…we’ll speak primitively for a bit. Your eyes were beginning to fade. So-bup.
Me: Yes. So you started a religion?
I did. Whether or not I asked, people started worshiping me. Gahoolish soodanah I will not go out of my way to stop them. Having a few million people desperate for me is something I won’t turn down.
Me: What did you say your followers call themselves?
I didn’t. I couldn’t. care less. We’re separate entities. They choose to live their lives worshipping me. I do what I do without them as a factor.
Me: And when do you eat them?
Incorrect. You asked the wrong question.
Me: Do you have a particular age you wait for them to be?
Indifference. I don’t understand nor do I care to understand how humans age. I eat whichever one smells good to me. I do like the bigger ones. The males. Strong bodied males. I love their eyes when they realise they’re being overpowered. It seems a shock to them and the helplessness brings the blood to the surface.
Me: And more would like to be said?
More would like to be said. The first bite. When the teeth first enter the flesh. Human skin is elastic and oily, it hugs up under the gums, the blood pops and pools in the cracks around each tooth. This is what I savour most.
Me: How long for it to be over?
Wrong. A human question. You don’t know what “It” is. You want to know when the heart of their body stops.
Me: Yes.
It stops last.
Me: ... I
Noticing you golish golisha. Your body seems to be responding to stress again. Your heart rate is increasing slightly at my words; our time may be coming to an end. Calm your prideful nerves. You aren’t so special that I would eat you right now. You assume that because you’re human that you’re something I desire. Arrogance. I control the diet of my prey for quite a bit before I eat them. Pinush.
Me: How do you do that?
Humans are so quick to attach benefit to circumstance. They’ll brag that they’re having “cravings”. They’ll say it must be something significant. They’ll say they must finally be understanding this “it”, as you too believe you understand.
Me: Sorry that wasn’t my question.
I answered correctly.
Me: Yes you’re right.
You will not insult me.
Me: I’m sorry.
Poolisasha there will be time for apologies.
Me: I... I feel weird.
Um.
The time might be up now anyway, just let me check.
You never set a timer. We’ve been here for a couple of your days.
Me: What’s that smell?
You’ve been vomiting.
Me: How did I… where are we?
Humans zoobalbib always need to know where they are don’t they? They must always think they know how something happened, so much so, they’ll make things up to satiate their infantile and pathetically lacking consciousness.
Me: Thank you for your time. I have to go.
You will go, but not now.
Me: Yes of course.
The colour has come back to your eyes slightly. We’re done speaking this way. I’m feeling generous. You seem eager to fill your mind with... “it”... clearly thinking you already understand. Maybe it’s time your mind got a taste. I’m going to tell you a story, Jeffery, and it will hurt.
Me: Yes of course. Please.
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Then more static.
Every now and then a sound I wish wasn’t there. As I said. I don’t remember anything. I don’t remember their “story”.
I don’t want to.
All I could gather was that… they somehow found my interview from a while back and wanted to do one too?
Thank you for reading. Thank you for carrying part of this sensation for me. Posting might have been selfish, but I needed to, and I am immensely grateful to you.