Short Horror Stories: The Quivering Voice

In the dimly lit room, an old gramophone crackled to life. The needle dropped, and a voice began to play. It was a woman’s voice, trembling and quivering as if she were on the brink of tears. “Help me,” she whispered, the words barely audible over the static. The listener’s heart raced. The voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere, echoing through the empty house. As the recording continued, the quivering grew more intense, until it felt like the very air was shaking. Suddenly, the gramophone stopped, and the room fell silent. But the voice was still there, now whispering directly into the listener’s ear, “They’re coming for me… and for you.”