I think I forgot to study for that midterm exam I got to take tomorrow. I’ll have to pull an All Nighter.
I tell my roommates to get out. They don’t want to go but they know they don’t have a choice.
I lock the door behind them.
Around 3 a.m. the dead begin to speak to me.
Black ghosts have confiscated the white noise.
I examine the Victrola to make sure that it’s working.
It is.
I perceive the voices of deceased autocrats contacting me from the Underworld. Their clipped accents belie their opaque intentionality.
I get the sense that the voices will never go away.
I turn off the Victrola.
They go away.