The sleepless Greener’s bane, a low murmur promising gossip, just to deliver incoherent flicks of the tongue and fade. Clawing itself up and down the aimless maze of pipes in the Evergreen dorms without destination or purpose. It exists to exist, and taunts us for our delusions of more.
Name: Whispers
Monikers: To be, Greener’s Echo, Frible Frable
Diet: Voxvore
Activity: Cathemeral
Size: 1 millimeter
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[Recovered help request from KAOS to the Evergreen Mystery Society]
08/07/1982
Greetings Amon,
Despite some protest, KAOS wishes to enlist your club’s services after a series of incidents with live performances and in-studio productions. We were told you and your group played a part in stopping the “mold” situation, as well as the random localized power outages, and thought our situation might just be strange enough to warrant bringing you into the fold. It recently became evident that despite our precautions, our recordings have been steadily contaminated by background chatter. As time has gone on, the situation has only become worse, with the voices multiplying and growing louder in volume. The areas we record and broadcast live in should be soundproof, and to our inspection they are, until we start to work. The situation worsened from there, with some individuals involved in the work reporting having continued hearing the voices long after they left. At first, they said the voices were just spouting gibberish, but that quickly changed.
Those haunted by the voices became evidently fatigued, and speaking with some I came to learn that the voices had been keeping them up at night, and that they had become “far too coherent”. It has only been a week since we have hit this stage and two of the afflicted individuals have already ended their lives, most of the others refuse to elaborate on how the situation has evolved. There are three individuals who seem to be recovering; for them, the voices have apparently become familiar, and they have come to enjoy hearing and conversing with them. One even believes one of the voices belongs to his deceased father. The only individual willing to talk about the “bad” voices says the voices come in clusters of topics; some speak of some twisted, ever-changing prophecy, others are voices from her past she’d rather forget, saying things she shouldn’t remember, and others sound like the voices of living friends and family, calling out just to reveal empty rooms when she goes to look.
We are at our wits end trying to figure out what is happening and believe you may be our last hope. We hope to hear from you soon.
– John F.
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While poking around revealed that the issue was eventually resolved, we were unable to find any documentation that specified what party was able to resolve the issue and by what method. Odds are the answers to these questions and more were lost long ago, after Sisu enacted the “final redaction” protocol he had set in place during his run as club leader of the Evergreen Mystery Society.
Whispers occupy every corner of the world, but their presence at Evergreen is unproportional; whether it’s simply the buildings or some greater force that draws them here is inconclusive. What is certain is that at Evergreen, once something is spoken, it is no longer your own.
