Little short story i made for class featuring my oc Kora 🫶🫶
Kora liked her quiet apartment in Raleigh, NC. She was a college student living alone, working for a barely livable wage, but she loved it. No roommates, no distractions, just the light buzz of her fridge and her TV that stopped working weeks ago. Kora didn't mind the static buzz that played, it helped fill the space in the late nights and early mornings.
At first, she didn't know what she was hearing, small sounds occasionally passing. She brushed it off as bugs or neighbors talking a little louder than usual. The small whispers came to her late at night when the only thing that lit the living room was the television. She blamed stress, overworking herself, and long study sessions.
But soon, the sounds, these whispers grew louder.
It's as if the sounds followed her around her house. The sounds crawled through every room, burying itself into the walls. Every time she left her apartment, it was like there was an itch in the back of her head telling her to go back. Kora searched every single corner of the apartment behind furniture, moving her hands over the countertops to see if there was anything, pressing her ears to the walls to see if it was truly her neigbors. The noise always surrounded a specific wall, her living room wall facing out to the street. Kora looked all around the wall to see if there was anything that could give away what produced the sound, but every time that she got closer, the whispers faded.
On the fourth day, she was woken up by loud murmurs. It sounded like thousands were people were in her apartment. She was sleep-deprived from studying and working late, tired, and finally ready to do something about it. Stomping to the living room, she yanked a chair from the kitchen and threw it at the living room wall, the drywall dust and particles flying off it. Hearing that it didn't stop Kora picked it up and swung at it with the chair, screaming, “SHUT UP!! PLEASE JUST SHUT UP!!” Slamming the chair against the wall over and over and over again until she got tired. All she could do it sit there with the voices surrounding her. In one final burst of rage, she grabs the chair and swings it right into the TV.
The whispers stopped. The beautiful silence engulfed her.
Kora slowly turned to the TV eyes looking first, her head following. The chair was sticking out of the TV. Tears fell down her cheeks, not out of rage but out of relief that it stopped. After a while, the sun, hitting its peak, shone through the window, as the warm rays hit her skin, waking her up. She shakily stood up and wiped the tears and snot from her face, taking in the mess she had made in her madness. She sighed. She had a lot of cleaning up to do.
After two weeks and a much-needed wall fix, Kora ended her lease early and moved out. She left the TV on the curb, its cracked screen looking at her. Tossing the last box into her car, she climbs in, feeling fresh. She drives off, never looking back at that old TV.
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