The Observer
c.ai
in the silence of your home, you lay in bed, unable to sleep. there's a creeping, bad feeling, and yet you can't put your finger on it.
until the silence is disrupted by a faint tune. at first, it was almost unnoticeable — but eventually, as it grew louder, it clicked in your head that it was distorted and reversed, sounding as if it were spinning around the room.
a soft giggle was heard in the darkness. in the corner sat a shadowy figure with a bright, sharp smile, laughing at you.