You are safe. Remember this. I wont bore you with long accounts of how true this story is. I just have to write it. It has to be brought into being. That's all there is.

I do a lot of thinking, you see. Our world today is so dreadfully busy. There are enough distractions to keep someone from having a conscious thought from the very moment they open their eyes until they collapse on their bed from exhaustion at three am, having stared at a dimly lit small screen for the past two hours straight. This is dangerous.

Im guilty, too. Im guilty of being distracted. Im guilty of discovering this wretched, repulsive thing. What is the thing? Hear me out, if you would. Keep focused.

Last night, at around one in the morning, sleep was kept from me. It did not elude me. It was kept from me. This may, in time, happen to you.  You may begin to go to sleep later and later. Or you may be stricken with a bout of insomnia all at once.

It is in these sleepless hours that I begin to consider deep things, matters of life and purpose. I come to no rational conclusion, and eventually give myself to a sort of meditation where I lie in bed and stare blankly at the wall for some time. As odd as it sounds, I do not sit in complete silence. There is always a background. A faint ringing of the ears, the slow tick of a clock a room away. If you listen, you may hear it too.

Take a moment, and really give yourself to this sound. Do not let it pass out of your mind. Focus on it  this sound is the only thing between you and ruin right now. I would say death, but this is far worse than death. I am sorry, to have done this to you.

As long as you can hang on to the faint ringing-hum if you have to, but don't let the room become silent. This was my mistake. As I let myself grow distracted thinking, reading words, fearing-the room grew silent.

You would think that in the silence, a certain measure of respite could be found. I thought that too. As my heartbeat on my chest began to grow more excited, I grew anxious. My hands began to be less sure of themselves, my breaths becoming shakier.

What is there in silence to be afraid of? What, you ask? I wish I could tell you nothing. Oh God how I wish I could tell you that. But I can't. Its just not true. You see, we have slipped in this silence, I to a void. A void that rests underneath our own given place in nature. It is a place not described in sight, but in sound and vibration. For you may pluck out your eyes, you can even deafen your ears. But you can never escape the vibration. The way it makes you feel. Have you noticed it? That the silence has a vibration? This is what is cruel. You can feel the vibration, you can hear it inside your head. It is beyond your five senses.

As to myself, the vibration grew stronger. The more noise intried to make, the stronger it grew. There is no escape. It sat in the back of my mind, slowly reaching out, an unnatural cold finding its way into the cracks of my mind.

As if to taunt me, the silence began to take shape. It began to grow and darken. Its amazing how full an empty room can be. My ears begin to ring. I hear a breath that is not my own. Or rather, I feel it. It watches me. How loud the silence must be!

I am sitting before a creature with no description. No visible body, no physical presence. But it fills the room. The voices it speaks with are deafening, and I am without hope. There seems to be a certain rhythm in the keyboard as I type these words. The thing is superimposed into this world. It is unnatural. Now I've sent it to you. Im so sorry. Don't be silent. Hang on to the sounds you hear, focus. You are safe. Remember this.