[Audio] Call to Cecil

[interndana]

[the connection is full of static and whispers and the sound of wind at night on a long and lonely stretch of highway. The voice is garbled, sometimes seeming doubled or far away]

-llo? Cecil? Cecil are you there?

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[ceciiil]

...Dana? Yes, I'm here! Are you still in the Dog Park? Dana, your reception is terrible.

[interndana]

No, I'm still in the old house. Cecil, I can barely understand you! I tried leaving a message but I don't think it went through? My phone has been acting strange ever since I found the old oak-

[the sound drops for a moment and returns with a harsh buzzing]

-lighthouse in the photo looks to be in the middle of a field. There's no water. Why would there be a lighthouse not near the water?

[ceciiil]

What? I don't know, Dana, I'm not in Night Vale. I'm pretty sure I'm not even in the same universe. What old house?

[interndana]

Yes, that's just what I thought! But as far as I can tell the only things in the house are photographs of windows, no real windows, no furnishings, no belongings, no one seems to live here, Cecil. It feels so sad in here, like it's waiting for something, or someone.

[a series of soft mechanical clicks, like tiny robot insects dancing]

But I thought, no, I have to keep looking! And I can't [garbled] upstairs or downstairs, but I see a door! Cecil, the door is open, and beyond that door is sunlight. I can- [garbled, more clicking] I'm going through.