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Subj: SCARY RADIO TALE 26-APR
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PACKET RADIO STATION - BUENOS AIRES (GF05OM)
PYTHON SCHEDULED NEWSLETTERS (PSN)
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# THE FREQUENCY
THE OLD KENWOOD TRANSCEIVER HUMMED IN MIKE'S BASEMENT, ITS VACUUM
TUBES GLOWING SOFT AMBER. HE'D PICKED UP THE HOBBY AFTER HIS
GRANDFATHER PASSEDFOUND THE RADIO AMONG THE OLD MAN'S THINGS, ALONG
WITH A HANDWRITTEN LOGBOOK FILLED WITH FREQUENCIES AND CALL SIGNS FROM
ACROSS THE WORLD.
MOST NIGHTS, HE SCANNED THE BANDS. STATIC. FADED VOICES. THE
OCCASIONAL CAVER OR PREPPER LOOKING FOR CONTACTS.
THEN HE FOUND IT: 7.238 MHZ. A VOICE. WEAK. WAVERING.
*"...ANYONE RECEIVING? THIS IS KX4-TANGO. STRANDED. CANNOT EXIT. THEY
ARE OUTSIDE THE BUILDING. IF ANYONE"*
MIKE GRABBED THE MICROPHONE. "THIS IS KILO-NOVEMBER-FOXTROT-SEVEN, I
READ YOU. WHAT'S YOUR LOCATION?"
SILENCE. THEN THE VOICE, CLOSER NOW, TERRIFIED:
*"DON'T COME TO THE OLD MILL. DON'T THEY'VE BEEN LISTENING TO THIS
FREQUENCY FOR SEVENTY YEARS. THEY ONLY SPEAK WHEN SOMEONE ANSWERS.
PLEASE, GOD, DON'T"*
THE STATIC SWELLED. MIKE'S DIAL SPUN WILD ON ITS OWN, LOCKING TO THE
SAME FREQUENCY, THE SAME VOICE, BUT CLOSER.
*"THEY HEARD YOU. THEY'RE COMING THROUGH THE SIGNAL. I'M SORRY. I'M SO
SORRY"*
THE BASEMENT LIGHT DIED. THE RADIO'S GLOW WAS ALL THAT REMAINED.
AND THEN, FROM THE SPEAKER, THE SOUND OF SOMETHING BREATHING. HEAVY.
WET. CLOSE.
A NEW VOICE, ANCIENT AND NOT HUMAN AT ALL, WHISPERING FROM OUTSIDE THE
BASEMENT WINDOW:
*"WE FINALLY FOUND YOU, GRANDSON."*
THE MICROPHONE SLID ACROSS THE TABLE ON ITS OWN. MIKE NEVER MOVED
AGAIN.
THEY FOUND HIM THREE DAYS LATER, SEATED AT THE RADIO, HIS HANDS FROZEN
TO THE DIALS, HIS EYES WIDE AND EMPTY. THE LOGBOOK WAS OPEN TO A NEW
ENTRY, WRITTEN IN HANDWRITING THAT WASN'T HISTHREE WORDS IN SHAKY
SCRIPT:
*"NOW WE SPEAK."*
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