Weird Stories About Rules: Frequency Pollution

Never reply to that midnight smiley text. My brother died because of one reply to "Him". Now, that thing has found me. And I found that only through self-inflicted pain can I get a glimpse of their murderous rules. What is colder than a monster is the organization that treats me as a sample; what is more terrifying than death is an invisible noise trying to "synchronize" the consciousness of all mankind. Either go crazy in pain, or be assimilated in silence. I have no choice.