From the speaker came the sound of Elias’s own voice, recorded only seconds ago: "Give me a story."
Elias paused the audio. He was sitting in his apartment, but he suddenly felt the distinct vibration of a train beneath his floorboards. He lived nowhere near the tracks. He looked at the waveform on his screen. The peaks weren't jagged like normal noise; they were rounded, pulsing, like a heartbeat. Train Molester.m4a - Google Drive
Elias hit play. At first, there was only the rhythmic clack-clack of a subway car moving at high speed. Then, a low, wet breathing started right next to the microphone. From the speaker came the sound of Elias’s
He wasn't in his apartment. He was in the carriage from the recording. He looked at the waveform on his screen
He pressed play again. The sound of the train shifted. The mechanical grinding turned into a sound like teeth gnashing against bone. The "breather" began to sob, but the sobs turned into a rhythmic, mechanical whistle.
The train plunged into a tunnel, and the recording cut to static.
