My grandfather’s old radio hasn’t worked in years, but tonight, as I passed by, it crackled to life with a faint, whispering voice.
My grandfather’s old radio hasn’t worked in years, but tonight, as I passed by, it crackled to life with a faint, whispering voice.
It spoke just three words, barely audible over the static—Don’t look up.
So you looked up, of course?
Of course I did. That’s why I’m typing this from under my bed.
How it snells?