This is the final entry in my recent not-exactly-a-story trilogy, consisting of War, in summary, Civil Un-chess-t, and now The Unseen Watchers. There’s a common thread running through all three “stories” that you can probably pick up on.
Really fun glitchy noise album this time.
You may not see them, you may not feel them, but there are beings all around you, at all times, watching and listening to you. When you go to bed at night, a dozen or more may be surrounding your bed, listening and finding comfort in your steady, slow breathing.
Who or what these beings are is unknown. Some people, the people who know about them, say they’re ghosts, the spirits or memories of departed. Some say they’re aliens. Some say they’re people, but just people that “went wrong” in some way. People that were misled and were doomed to an eternity – who says they are immortal? – of watching, waiting, and listening.
There are some people who have tried to research them, study them, but their imperceptible state makes doing so difficult. Modern researchers have only found a few records of them dating beyond the past hundred or so years. It’s entirely possible that they have already existed, but it seems unlikely that, given how obsessed with supernatural events earlier people were, they would have never caught a glimpse of them
You don’t need to fear them. Statistically, at least, you don’t need to fear them. It’s highly unlikely that they will affect you in any way. But the knowledge, the simple knowledge, that they’re always there, everywhere you go, inescapable – that knowledge bothers you, doesn’t it? Even though that’s how your life has always been and always will be, nothing has changed but your knowledge, and that one fact bothers you.
Mr. Hóbarlang, a Hungarian researcher, was hardly the first to bring these beings to the world’s attention. But he made the news, and that sent those more prone to mania into a paranoid frenzy about these things which don’t affect them and they can’t affect in turn. Perhaps it was a mistake, perhaps it wasn’t. Perhaps a certain level of paranoia about things that aren’t under your control is healthy.
I have said that it is highly unlikely that they will affect you in any way, which of course implies that, very rarely, they do affect someone. It’s hard to say what happens when that happens. There’s rarely a trace. Which isn’t to say that the person disappears or dies, but there’s little trace of what happened. Rumors abound, while very little evidence can be found. Perhaps the paranoia is justified, then, even though it’s rare beyond rare. But what use is paranoia when nothing can be done?
Remember this, or try to forget it. But realize that the knowledge, that simple increase of knowledge, is the only thing that has changed. There is little you can do about that knowledge, other than become wracked with paranoia and overanalyze everything that happens. Don’t worry – statistically, you have no need to fear them. It’s highly unlikely that they can affect you in any way.