He Follows Me

I’ll admit, I was skeptical when I heard *He Follows Me* was narrated by a virtual voice. How could synthetic narration possibly capture the raw dread of a stalker thriller? The answer: it doesn’t try to mimic humanity. Instead, it leans into its artificial cadence, creating a disorienting effect that mirrors the protagonist’s unraveling grip on reality. There’s something unsettling about hearing a voice devoid of emotion describe graphic threats—it strips away the comfort of performance and leaves you raw, exposed. That said, the monotone delivery occasionally blunts the impact of some climactic scenes, where a human narrator might have wrung out more emotional resonance. Caraway’s story is the kind that sticks to your ribs. The premise is simple but executed with precision: a woman released from prison doesn’t just want to move on—she’s desperate to. But her stalker, Daniel, isn’t the kind to take hints. The tension escalates with brutal efficiency, from chilling phone calls to near-misses that feel ripped from true crime headlines. My one critique? The resolution leans a tad too neatly into genre tropes, as if Caraway was too eager to tie up loose ends. Still, the ride is so gripping that I overlooked it until the credits rolled. The virtual narrator’s performance may divide listeners, but it’s undeniably effective—like a faceless villain lurking in the dark, it’s the absence of warmth that makes the threat feel all the more real.