David Shores always had bad dreams. For thirty-nine years he woke with a cold sweat and no memory of what visited him in the dark. This time he remembered. This time he was awake. When David tells his wife that the light came into their backyard, and that something came with it, she does the sensible thing. She makes an appointment. A sleep specialist, a few quiet sessions with a tape recorder running, just to get to the bottom of it. But the man on the tapes is not falling apart. He is calm. He is certain. And session by session, in his own steady voice, David begins to explain what the visitors came to tell him. That there is not much time left. That a choice is coming. And that he has already been chosen. The recordings were never meant to be heard. They were seized, sealed, and buried, alongside his wife's private journals and the notes of the men who were listening from the next room. What remains has been assembled here in order, redactions and all, so you can decide for yourself. Was David Shores a sick man telling a beautiful lie to explain his own unraveling? Or was he the one person who understood what was coming, and the only one anyone made certain would never be believed? Some doors open only one way. Press play.
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