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From: LU9DCEDate: Wed, 15 Apr 26 10:00:00 Z
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Subject: SCARY RADIO TALE 15-APR
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THE STATIC CAME FIRSTA LOW HISS THAT MARIA ASSUMED WAS INTERFERENCE.
SHE'D BEEN A LICENSED AMATEUR RADIO OPERATOR FOR FIFTEEN YEARS, SO
INTERFERENCE WAS OLD NEWS.
BUT THEN THE VOICE.
"MARIA."
SHE FROZE. SHE LIVED ALONE IN A CABIN IN RURAL MONTANA. THE FREQUENCY
WAS 7.174 MHZ, THE SAME ONE HER LATE HUSBAND, TOM, USED TO MONITOR.
TOM HAD BEEN DEAD FOR THREE YEARS.
"MARIA, I NEED YOU TO LISTEN."
IT WAS HIS VOICE. UNMISTAKABLY HIS VOICE.
"THIS ISN'T POSSIBLE," SHE WHISPERED INTO THE MICROPHONE.
"I KNOW. BUT YOU HAVE TO LEAVE. TONIGHT. DON'T ASK WHY. JUST PACK ONE
BAG AND DRIVE EAST UNTIL DAWN."
SHE WANTED TO DISMISS IT. A HOAX, SHE TOLD HERSELF. SOME CRUEL
PRANKSTER WITH A VOICE MODULATOR. BUT THE WAY HE SAID "LEAVE"IT WASN'T
A SUGGESTION. IT WAS A WARNING.
"MARIA, PLEASE. I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME. THE STORM LAST TUESDAY, IT
CHANGED SOMETHING. THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE VALLEY NOW, AND IT KNOWS
THE RADIO WORKS. IT LISTENS. AND SOON IT WILL ANSWER."
THE STATIC SURGED. WHEN IT CLEARED, HER HUSBAND'S VOICE WAS GONE. IN
ITS PLACE: A LOW, GRINDING HUM THAT SEEMED TO COME FROM EVERYWHERE AND
NOWHERE.
THEN SILENCE.
MARIA GRABBED HER GO-BAG, HER LICENSE, AND HER HANDHELD TRANSCEIVER.
SHE DIDN'T LOOK BACK AS SHE DROVE EAST, THE HEADLIGHTS CUTTING THROUGH
THE DARK MONTANA NIGHT.
THREE HOURS LATER, SHE PULLED INTO A GAS STATION AND TURNED ON THE
RADIO TO CHECK THE FREQUENCY. MAYBE SHE'D IMAGINED IT ALL.
THE STATIC CRACKLED. THEN A VOICENOT TOM'S, NOT HUMANSPOKE TWO WORDS:
"GOT OUT."
MARIA NEVER TOUCHED HER RADIO AGAIN.
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