Then into something worse.
A voice.
“Elliot…”
It sounded exactly like him.
“No,” he whispered.
“Yes,” it replied.
The wall split.
A shape pulled itself through—a twisted version of Elliot, its face stretched into a permanent smile.
“You shouldn’t have asked,” it said.
The microphone slammed forward.
“Continue the broadcast!” the unseen voice demanded.
Elliot spoke, voice shaking.
The creature paused.
Listening.
Smiling wider.
Source: Some or all of the content was generated using an AI language model
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