Murmur

You have a view of the Pacific from your woodframe house out at Palos Verdes. You have the car with the Zen silence engineered in, and the cool drive up the coast to your studio office on the 23rd floor. You have the occasional blonde in your bed and more money than you want to spend. You have life pretty well taped. But you've spent the last twenty years learning to forget, learning to live without a drink in your hand.
Twenty years taming the monsters. Then suddenly, the voices are back. But this time they're for real, and your life is about to be blown apart.