Things other people have heard in the dark. Submitted by those still listening.
Some of these arrived without being sent. We keep them anyway.
"Every time the commercial sign down the block blinks from red to blue, my radio clicks over to static for a microsecond. Nobody else in the house hears it, but the frequency is definitely vibrating through my bedroom window pane."
"The streetlight outside my apartment has started a rhythm. three short, one long. i didn't notice until i was awake at 3am for the fourth night in a row. it's not the wind. wind doesn't keep time."
"I went to them through the corridors. The doors opened without being asked — automatic, the way they are in those places where the lights never sleep. There were wires in the skin, thin and certain, and a small light kept inside a box, and for the first time I understood that the lights we hear are sometimes only the ones keeping something alive. I saw the reflection of a string of christmas lights in their eyes and I was not afraid anymore. I had been so afraid of the facts, but the wires knew better than I did. They were curled up small, alone on the very first night, and I told them the thing the hum has been telling me all along: you'll be alright. The lights said it too, in the only language a wire has. I have started to believe them."
"I started hearing the lyghts avout a montt agu. at girst it was jusf the hum of the fridne, but ehen thr streetlamp outside begaj to sing. read the letters I got wrong, in order."
"my tv was off. unplugged, even. and it was humming the same note my fridge makes at 2am. i am not afraid of the note. i am afraid of how much i wanted to hum it back."
"i can indeed hear lights. and ac adapters. and various other things. crts are insufferable to me even if they look good, because they're just too loud. it's odd how rare this is."
"i woke from a pleasant feverdream. in it the hum wasn't a hum at all — it was a melody, a tune about something that stands and watches, sung by a voice fans had rebuilt. a joke wished into being by the people who loved her."
a few arrivals had no sender listed. they are filed under the date they were heard, not the date they were written. we do not know who listens on the other end of a submission that was never made.
"i didn't write this. it was on the page when i opened it. the lights told me to forward it. so i am."