Radio Waves (14) : In the ever-expanding metropolis of Destiny City, there’s always a need for more cell towers. Ordinarily this wouldn’t be a problem, except since the last batch went live, some people have been reporting an increase in weird messages to their phones. Strange, nonsensical texts, or voicemails, or even a few shadowy video calls have been reported, but the evidence never lasts. Almost immediately after receiving the message, it disappears. Prank calls–sure. But the weird thing is that some people have been reporting getting weird messages without their phone, like they’re being transmitted directly into their brain. The messages are always in another language and it always feels like someone is yelling at you. If it’s a practical joke, it’s a good one.
The weather was clear tonight, making it a great time to go out and take photos. She might test out that mirror wraith thing she was given as well. They were supposed to drain people and make them tired which she felt a bit conflicted about but, it would work as a deterrent to give her some peace. Making sure she had everything tucked away into that subspace of her, she pulled the towel off of the full-length mirror hidden in her closet and stepped through.
By now she was used to that weird watery feeling that she got when she mirrorwalked. Wait she was not used to was a weird garbled voice that seemed to be whispering in her head as she tumbled out of the mirror she had hidden in one of the parks.
I̶̛̛̝̥̰̲͖̫̰̪̙̳͗̈̈͑̇̋͂͊̾͜ͅ ̵̢̼̲̞̥̘̼̠̈́̀̾̓̓̂͗̚ͅş̸͎̭͙͚͓͖̭͈̗̫̦̹̭̼͇̭̊̀̚͘ê̴̛̺͖͂̐̇̔̉̑̕͝͠͝ë̵̢̧̧̛͖͓̲͓̗̻͛̒̂̾̇̿̈̚ ̶̤̳̬̪̜͕̦́͋͋̂͊͜y̵͓̏̀̎̌̈̓̓̽̓͆̄̄̆͗ö̶̢̺̰́̄̾͛͂̐͊̑̌ũ̴̢̧̠͕̜͇̪̹͈͓͔̆̍̓̔͋͂̓̀̽̈̌͆͒͘͘͝
Looking around, the park was empty and quiet. Nothing was going on and the only sound was the soft hum of a nearby lamp post. What the hell was going on? Her weird s**t alarm was going off in full force so she pulled out her camera and turned it on. She would get a photo of it if she could, at least, that was her goal until a figure flickered into her electronic viewfinder. It almost made her drop the camera but a knee-jerk reaction reminded her that she couldn't afford to replace it. It didn't make any sense once she thought about it because the lens cap was still on.
C̸̤̫͔̜̰̮͐͒̏͑͐̒̉͗̀͊͊̄͝͠͝͠ą̵͓͓̼̘̲̝̻͉̼̾͑͋̆̓́͊̌̆̂͝͠n̶̢̛̲̻̬̞͕̤͉̤͇̭̦͎̲̰̖̑͌̍̓́̿͊͗̆̀͐͂͜ ̴̨̡̹̬̭̦̫̠̏͆̓̐̇͌̉̓͑̐͑͠y̵̨̧̪̗͖̘̭̫͎̠̘̮̻͊͜o̸̗̙͓͆̀͋̊̇͗̽̅̾̎̐͊̓̅̚̕͜͠u̶̧̞͇̙͒ ̷̡̡̨̨͖͎̗͚̲̳̮͆̂͂̀̒̕̚͝ś̸̨̢̛̞͎͚̯͉͖͕̦̘̭̯̖͈̹̀̌̽͌̽͆͊́̇̽͘̕͝͠͝ë̷̤̰́̄̆̅̓̕e̶͓̠͐ ̵̢̛̛̛̩̠͖̠͎͇̱͈͉̙̖͍̪̺͐̈́̉̀̅̇̿͘͘̚ͅm̵̢͉͙̒̐͌̌̽̓̋̚̚͝ë̴̝̘̼͎̣̮̱͔̠̝̬̬̦̬́́̀̿͐̋͌̅̔̑̂͒̓͝͠ͅ?̵̢͔͗͑̿͌̽̔̉͑͝
Again she heard the weird garbled voice, this was way weirder than she wanted to have to deal with for the night. Putting her camera back away she pulled out her phone to call Malory or at least anyone she knew just in case some weirdo was after her. The second her phone made it out of subspace, it began blowing up with bings and vibrations from it getting torrented with messages. As she looked down at her messaging app, nothing made sense. It wasn't even a language she understood and it was just the same blurb over and over again. She panicked just a little and tried to call Malory but hit the number that was texting her. The call failed and then, as if nothing happened, all the messages were gone.
Dropping her phone like it was a hot potato she pulled out that wraith shard and ordered it to find who was around her and drain them enough to knock them out. Her nerves were prickly as the thing searched for a bit but came back to the mirror almost indignant that it had been summoned without a source to drain from. Photos were off the table for tonight, she picked up her phone and texted Malory, letting him know about the weirdness that occurred. Just knowing that someone else knew would be enough for her, she was not going to be some rando murdered in the middle of the night.
Stepping back through the mirror, she was heading closer to the school to meet up with them. A faint whisper followed her, warped by that water feeling she got in the mirrors and she almost screamed as she made it to the other side.
G̴̱̞̱̙̟̩̣̠̜̒̐͛̑͝ͅǫ̵̨͇̤̫̼̠̮̞̙̬̜̱̟̭͇̭́̇͋̌̏͑̇͗̆̀͆ơ̸̥̠̼̬͆̐́̈̅̀͑̽̈́̅͑̓̚d̵̨̲̟̗͍̬͊̀̑͒͌͐̊̚͠͝ ̴̨͙̙̪͕͈̗̣̝̿̆́͐̐̇̃͛̓́͠b̴̠̱̞͉̙͙͍̞̲̓̃̄́́̂͘͜ͅỳ̷̡̛̜͇͍̪̤̹̤̩̠͐͆̿̈́͗̋̔́̆̈́̕̕͠ͅé̷̘͎͙̰̩͚͓͗̒̓̽̌́̋̓̌̀͝ͅ ̶̟͔̠̩̰̫̰̺͔̙̯̪̝̖̮̑͂͜M̸͎̩̊͌̔̐į̴̨̪̭͔̤̤̳̏͠n̵̡͔̖̝͕̥̲͕͓̗͒̇̊̀̊̑͌͠ą̵̢͎̫̩̭̤̎̓̌̄͋͒͂͘