Follow Me in the Night; a Cursed Radio

“You wake up. You can’t remember when you slept but it’s night now. You peak out through venetian blinds, careful to avoid giving too much indication of being alive. Your ghosts are still outside. You’ve been haunted for a while now. The ghosts are clinging close to your soul, picking over scabs, asking if you’ve forgotten. You turn on the radio; it’s resting on an unused signal. But you start to …