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  • Essay / Personal Narration: A Short Story - 804

    I quickly stopped where I was and sat there for a few minutes, trying to find the courage to replay the anomaly. With a deep breath, I rewound the recording, stopped it, and tentatively started playing it at normal speed. After about a minute, the recording cut to the part I had heard before, and what I heard was a shrill sound. It was the rake. This wasn't filmed anywhere, but I'm sure by the sound alone. To this day I still can't listen to the recording long enough to try to decipher or interpret it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet either, not even those who have experienced the Rake. All I know is that I've heard this exact sound before, and I now believe he spoke while leaning over my wife that night. I don't remember hearing any sound at the time, but for some reason the sickening sound of the recording immediately takes me back to that horrible