It starts small: Just a noise. Just static. Just a small, black, featureless spot in the sky. You put it out of your mind. You go about your day. But something about it stays with you. When you have a spare moment, you listen again. You look again. You wonder. You go to sleep. You go to work. You listen. You look. You eat dinner. You listen. You take a shower. You look. You snap out of it, only to find that hours have passed. You have blood on your hands. In your mouth. You don't know where it came from. You should be horrified. You should call the police. And you will. But not until you listen again. Not until you look, just one more time. About The Collection The Absence of Knowledge is a collection of interconnected horror stories -- think World War Z, rather than short story anthology -- that together reveal a larger tale spanning several decades, from the reception of a strange radio signal, to the fall of humanity, and beyond. Cover by the inimitable @rentachi. Seriously, don't even try to imit. Can't be done.