📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary
🗓️ Part 4: The Whisper That Called My Name
✍️ By Zaiyen
It was 3:17 AM.
The world outside was silent.
Even the fan above me spun without a sound.
But something broke the stillness.
A whisper.
Not from a dream.
Not from a memory.
From the room.
It wasn’t loud.
It wasn’t even clear.
But it said my name:
**“Zaiyen…”**
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I sat up immediately, heart racing.
Was someone there?
Was I asleep?
Was this… another echo?
No.
I was wide awake.
And I knew one thing:
**I wasn’t alone.**
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People think fear comes with sound.
But this was different.
This was the kind of fear that makes your body still
and your mind sprint.
I whispered back,
*"Who's there?"*
Silence.
But inside, I knew:
That whisper didn’t come from outside me.
It came **through** me.
Like something had found a crack in my thoughts
and walked straight in.
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Since then, I’ve heard it more than once.
Not always at night.
Not always calling my name.
Sometimes, it just… hums.
Sometimes, it warns.
Sometimes, it waits.
But always —
**it knows me.**
And that’s what scares me most.
🖋️ — Zaiyen
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