I’m a fire watcher at Station 12, and the voices on the stairs aren't human. скачать в хорошем качестве

I’m a fire watcher at Station 12, and the voices on the stairs aren't human.

The Head Ranger warned me that the silence gets loud after a week. He told me the isolation drives people back down the mountain within forty-eight hours. But after a messy divorce and ten years in a windowless office, the 'Glass Cage' of Station 12 felt like the only sanctuary I had left. I was wrong. In the Blackwood Canopy, eighty feet above the forest floor, there is nowhere to run. When the sun goes down, the windows of the tower turn into black mirrors, leaving you exposed to whatever crawls in the shadows of the pines. Tonight, something began the seventy-step climb up my tower. It knows my name. It knows my past. And it’s using a voice that hasn't belonged in this world for a very long time. Lock your doors. Turn down the lights. This is the account of my final night at Station 12.