So, there I was, late night, the radio crackling with those old ghost stories. The kind that makes you peek out the window every few seconds, just to see if anything's there. You know the feeling, right? It's like chasing faint signals from a distant star. You switch the dial, but it's always the same—whispers, a voice, maybe a melody, but it's never clear.
“...Echoes from the void... Do you hear it? It calls softly...”
People say you can hear messages from beyond if you listen closely enough. I've tried, believe me. There's something about those mumbled voices that tickles the back of your mind. Sometimes, it sounds like laughter, sometimes a lullaby, and sometimes, just loneliness.
And then, there's that one story of the girl who heard her name, *her real name*, spoken by someone or something she couldn't see. That one gives me chills. Makes me wonder... What if there's another "you" out there?
“...We are the echoes of stars...”
If you're brave enough, you can try listening yourself—tune in to the frequencies of the past. But be careful, they say the voices can follow you home. You might want to read Whispers of the Lost before diving in.
Until then, keep your ears open. These ghostly whispers might just be the key to something greater... Or just another myth.