Mason
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Podcast Appearances
Sometime after midnight, I heard something that made my blood turn to ice.
A voice.
My voice.
It came from the dark, a little ways away, and it said very softly, Mason.
Mason.
I froze so hard my muscles cramped.
Mason's head jerked up.
His eyes were wide.
The voice said again, Mason.
It wasn't a perfect imitation.
It was close enough to make my stomach lurch.
It had the same cadence I used when I was trying to get someone's attention without shouting.
The same tone of familiarity.
I didn't speak.
I didn't move.
I pressed my hand against my own mouth, feeling my breath.
Mason whispered, barely audible.
Don't.
The voice came again, closer now.
Mason, come on.