Dear diary

It’s okay.

I can hear it again. It’s back. It wasn’t all for naught.

Not the “BEEP!”, no. The “BEEP!” stays gone when I crawl over the spot.

But the radio static. Whenever I stand in the middle of the room, I can hear radio static.

Very faint, very distant. But it’s there.

I can hear it. It’s definitely there.

There’s something else there though… Can’t quite tell what is there, but there’s something.

Something more… organic, hidden behind that static.

Whispers?

Breathing?

Giggling…?

I don’t know what it is, but the radio static is not alone, diary.

There’s more to this place than meets the eye.

That’s one thing to be certain of.