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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Welcome everyone. Before we dive into today's story, I just
wanted to take a moment to say thank you. Whether
you're a subscriber or you're just dropping in for the
first time, I'm incredibly grateful that you're here. This series
is a true passion project of mine, and I know
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you have thousands of shows competing for your ears, so
the fact that you're spending time with mine really means
a lot. With AI voiceovers flooding the Internet, it's only
getting harder for real voices and human storytelling to break
through the noise. That's why your support is more important
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than ever. If you enjoy the show, a quick comment
or a five star rating on Spotify or Apple Podcasts
goes a long way. And if you've got a chilling
story that you'd love to hear covered, let me know.
I'm always looking for the next eerie rabbit hole to
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tumble down. Thank you again for listening. Stay Spooky. We've
all seen it. Every page, every app, every blinking screen
flooded with AI and the creepiest part, it's getting harder
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and harder to tell what's real. That smiling face in
a photograph is it human? That voice on the other
end of the line, is it alive in a world
where illusion wears a human mask. You'd better watch what
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you believe, because if the story you're about to hear
is any clue, jumping to conclusions can be very dangerous.
And if you must leave a critical comment, type carefully
for you never know who or what is lurking in
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the replies, because if you scream into the void, you
shouldn't be surprised when it answers. I left a comment
on a horror podcast, and now I think I'm in one.
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This started out as something stupid, a throwaway comment on
a podcast episode. I thought it was harmless, maybe even helpful,
but it has spiraled into something I don't know how
to stop. Let me back up. My name is Kyle.
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I'm twenty three years old and I'm a math grad student.
I spend a lot of time studying, and like many people,
I need something in the background to help me stay focused.
For me, it's horror podcasts, creepy narrations, ghost stories, internet mysteries,
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that kind of thing. I like, the ones that feel
grounded in real fear, not just jump scares or blood.
So a couple weeks ago, I found this new channel.
While scrolling through Spotify. It looked polished, but didn't have
many subscribers yet. That surprised me because the production quality
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top tier, really immersive writing. It felt like something that
was about to blow up. But there was one thing
that bothered me. The narrator's voice. It was too smooth.
No breaths, no vocal textures, no natural pauses. It didn't
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sound bad, just off uncanny. So I left a comment
on one of the episodes, cool stories, but is this
an AI voice? Hope you'll consider using a real voice artist.
I thought it was polite, it wasn't aggressive or spammy.
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I even upvoted a few other comments, so I didn't
seem like a troll. And then I moved on and
forgot about it. The next morning I noticed that the
comment was gone. I figured I had made a mistake
when trying to post it, or maybe it violated some rule. Whatever,
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I shrugged it off, but later that day I got
a weird email. It was from a no reply email account.
It didn't have a subject line, and the message only
said you don't like artificial voices, Kyle. My stomach dropped.
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I had never used my name on that account. It
was under a stupid junk handle I've had since high school.
I never linked it to anything personal, so how could
this person know my name? I blocked the sender without replying.
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Then that night, I tried logging into my Spotify and
got kicked out immediately. When I went to reset the password,
it said my email was no longer associated with the account.
Then my university email pinged. It was a message from
Spotify's automated support telling me a request had been submitted
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to transfer ownership of my account. But I never made
that request and it was already confirmed. I tried to
contact Spotify support, but the app kept routing me to
an automated chat assistant. I typed, I need to talk
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to a real person. It responded, we understand your concern.
Please wait while we rout you to the appropriate assistant,
and then it would loop me back to the start
YouTube was the same account locked, recovery details changed. I
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tried to report the issue, but all I got were
canned messages from a bot, no human response. I looked
to see if the podcast was still there, and there
was a new upload called The Commenter. I hit play.
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The story was about a grad student named Kyle Math
major lives alone listens to horror podcasts while working. The
story starts when Kyle leaves a snide, disrespectful comment on
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a podcast, being too arrogant to notice what he was doing.
The narrator described how Kyle's identity began to peel away
like wet wallpaper. It talked about his accounts getting hacked,
his passwords changed, his digital footprint vanishing. I felt cold.
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I stopped the episode halfway through and just sat there,
heart racing. What the hell was this? I grabbed my
laptop and made a new Gmail account, then another. I
used a VPN and made a burner Spotify account, and
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then I went back to the page for the show.
From the new account, I commented, this story is unhinged.
Are you okay? Ll? The comment disappeared within a few minutes,
so I made another fake account. This time I wrote
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why are you targeting people whose comments you don't like?
That one didn't get deleted. Instead, I got an email
from another no reply email address. This one read funny
how you hide behind false identities? Kyle. We know your
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real voice, the trembling one you are the story Now
I logged out, shut my laptop, and I didn't sleep
that night. That weekend, I started getting weird calls, always
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from a blocked number, always silent on the other end.
Once when I answered, I thought I heard breathing, but honestly,
it could have been my own I ended up unplugging
my router and stopped using my own WiFi. I started
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using campus computers only, but things kept slipping through. One night,
my smart speaker, which I never use, lit up blue
and said, Kyle, are you listening now. I unplugged it
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threw it in the trash. The next morning, there was
a notification on my phone from Spotify. It said new
episode ready, You're going to love this one. But I
never installed the app. I factory reset everything, phone, laptop, router,
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I got a new number, changed all my passwords again,
but it didn't matter. I finally told a friend what
was going on. He's a computer tech guy and pretty skeptical.
He thought I was overreacting, maybe had some spywaar or
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got doxed by some edgy teenager in their mom's basement.
Then I showed him the page for the podcast and
there was another new story. The faker. In the story,
the main character keeps making fake accounts to antagonize someone
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he thinks is using artificial intelligence, but the narrator isn't AI.
He's real, and he's furious. He talks about how his
voice had been accused of being empty and soulless despite
his years of training and work, and how he plans
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to prove just how personal and real things could get
the final line of the story. Some say it's scary
to be watched by something artificial, but the real fear
is knowing your being watched by someone very real and
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very angry. That was four days ago. Since then, the
channel has gone dark. It's not in my history anymore.
My comments, emails, fake accounts, all gone, like none of
it ever happened. Even the emails I saved, they won't open,
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like they're corrupted or something. My friend tried to help
me pull, cashed versions of the show page nothing. I've
even started wondering if I imagined it, What if I
spiraled stress from school, sleep, deprivation, paranoia. Then to day
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I went to my campus mailbox. Inside was a plain
white envelope, no name, no address, just a printed sheet
of paper. One sentence in black, bold letters. You gave
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me your voice, Kyle, I don't know if it's a
person or some group, or just a messed up revenge prank,
but I haven't opened my laptop since I'm posting this
from a library computer in another part of town under
yet another fake name. I'm looking over my shoulder every
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ten seconds, and I can't stop replaying what the narrator said.
You are the story now,