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LU9DCE > ALL      24.04.26 13:33l 66 Lines 2268 Bytes #999 (0) @ WW
BID : 12185_LU9DCE
Read: OE5RCO DJ6UX
Subj: SCARY RADIO TALE 24-APR
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# THE FREQUENCY

MARTHA HAD ALWAYS LOVED HER LITTLE HAM RADIO SETUP IN THE BASEMENT.
LATE AT NIGHT, SHE'D SCAN THE FREQUENCIES, CHATTING WITH STRANGERS
HALFWAY ACROSS THE WORLD. IT WAS INNOCENT FUN.

ONE EVENING, SHE PICKED UP A WEAK SIGNALSTATIC, THEN A VOICE. OLD.
TIRED.

*"...CAN'T REACH ANYONE ELSE. IF YOU'RE HEARING THIS, PLEASE... I'M AT
THE OLD LIGHTHOUSE ON THE COAST. THE WATER... IT'S NOT WATER ANYMORE.
SOMETHING BELOW. IT'S BEEN YEARS SINCE ANYONE ANSWERED..."*

MARTHA CHECKED THE COORDINATES. THE LIGHTHOUSE HAD BEEN DECOMMISSIONED
IN 1952. NO ONE HAD LIVED THERE SINCE.

SHE LEANED CLOSER TO THE MIC. "THIS IS K7-MARTHA. I HEAR YOU. WHAT'S
YOUR LOCATION?"

SILENCE. THEN THE VOICE RETURNED, WARPED:

*"I HEAR YOU TOO, MARTHA. I'VE BEEN WAITING. THE FREQUENCY... IT CALLS
TO ME. IT CALLS TO EVERYTHING BELOW."*

HER BASEMENT LIGHT FLICKERED. THE RADIO HISSED WITH SOMETHING THAT
SOUNDED LIKE THOUSANDS OF WHISPERS MERGING INTO ONE.

*"YOU'RE CLOSE NOW. CLOSER THAN ANYONE HAS BEEN. TURN YOUR DIAL TO
7.238. THAT'S WHERE I AM. THAT'S WHERE WE ALL ARE."*

MARTHA'S HAND MOVED INVOLUNTARILY TOWARD THE DIAL. THE TEMPERATURE
DROPPED. HER BREATH CLOUDED.

SHE STOPPED. PULLED HER HAND BACK.

THE VOICE TURNED ANGRY, DEEP, RESONANTNOT FROM THE SPEAKER, BUT FROM
EVERYWHERE:

*"YOU HEARD ME. YOU CANNOT UNHEAR ME."*

SHE NEVER TOUCHED THE RADIO AGAIN. SHE UNPLUGGED IT, BURIED IT IN THE
BACKYARD.

BUT EVERY NIGHT, AT EXACTLY 3:17 AM, SHE HEARS IT: A SOFT, RHYTHMIC
TAPPING FROM THE GROUND BENEATH HER HOUSE.

IT'S GETTING LOUDER.

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