Doren
The CD skipped, bounced with a warble, and it caught Doren’s attention. What was that? Something faint, in the distance? An animal, a child? The CD player whined and began to spin, once again filling the car with sound and Doren turned confused eyes on the girl in front of him. She pulled his hands back toward her. “Don’t stop, Doren, please.”
That sound, though…Doren’s slippery mind tried to grasp it but it was hard to hold on to anything. The CD skipped again, babbling over several notes, distorting the screaming vocals. For a second there was silence, and then the CD wiggled in a desperate attempt to re-seat itself. But he had already heard it. Yes. Yes, something was wrong with the music. No, not with the music, something was under the music, layered below it, hidden. It scratc
