Matt
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
The scratching moved.
Not louder.
Not closer.
Just… relocated.
Like whatever was making it was drifting along the wall to find a better spot.
Then outside the window, I heard my own voice.
It said in my tone, That's the part that still makes my stomach go cold even writing it, because it wasn't open the door in a flat stranger voice.
It was my voice using my casual cadence, like I'd stepped outside for something and came back, locked out, annoyed.
It wasn't perfect.
The pacing was slightly off.
The way it said, it's me, had a strange emphasis, like it was repeating a phrase it learned without fully understanding it.
But the timbre, the basic sound, was mine.
I didn't answer.
The voice tried again, different phrasing, still mine.
Come on man, let me in.
Then it stopped.
I didn't sleep the rest of the night.
In the morning I told Marin, I didn't want to, but I did.
Her face didn't show surprise, it showed resignation.
She said, it learns.