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LU9DCE > ALL      02.04.90 12:44l 58 Lines 2329 Bytes #999 (0) @ WW
BID : 10566_LU9DCE
Subj: SCARY RADIO TALE 02-APR
Path: IZ3LSV<ED1ZAC<LU4ECL<LU9DCE
Sent: 260402/1000Z 10566@LU9DCE.TOR.BA.ARG.SOAM LinBPQ6.0.25


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THE FREQUENCY WAS SILENT FOR YEARS BEFORE MARCUS FOUND IT.

HE PICKED UP THE OLD YAESU AT A GARAGE SALE, AND THAT NIGHT, STATIC
FILLED HIS BASEMENT. THEN A VOICEWEAK, BROKEN, LIKE SOMETHING DRAGGING
ITSELF THROUGH INTERFERENCE:

*"...CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE SPOKEN TO
ANYONE..."*

MARCUS GRABBED THE MIC. "I HEAR YOU. WHAT'S YOUR CALL SIGN?"

SILENCE. THEN: *"I DON'T REMEMBER. I JUST REMEMBER THE TOWER, THE
LIGHTS, AND THEN... NOTHING. CAN YOU SEE THE TOWER?"*

MARCUS LIVED ON THE EDGE OF TOWN. THERE WAS NO TOWER. BUT IN THE
DISTANCE, PAST THE TREE LINE, SOMETHING FLICKEREDRED LIGHTS, BLINKING
IN SEQUENCE. HE NEVER NOTICED THEM BEFORE.

*"PLEASE,"* THE VOICE CRACKLED. *"I NEED TO TELL SOMEONE WHAT HAPPENED
HERE. THEY LOCKED THE DOOR. THEY LEFT US TO"*

THE SIGNAL CUT. MARCUS ADJUSTED THE DIAL, BUT ALL HE CAUGHT WAS WIND.

THE NEXT MORNING, HE WALKED TO THE TREE LINE. BEHIND AN OLD RUSTED
FENCE, HE FOUND A CONCRETE FOUNDATION AND A COLLAPSED RADIO TOWER. THE
LOCALS SAID IT WAS A MILITARY OUTPOST, ABANDONED IN THE 1970S AFTER A
FIRE KILLED THREE OPERATORS. NO ONE EVER EXPLAINED THE FIRE.

THAT NIGHT, MARCUS TURNED ON THE RADIO AGAIN.

*"DID YOU FIND IT?"* THE VOICE ASKED. *"DO YOU KNOW NOW?"*

HIS HAND TREMBLED OVER THE MIC. BUT BEFORE HE COULD SPEAK, THE
BASEMENT LIGHT WENT OUT. THE RADIO HISSED WITH FEEDBACK, AND THE VOICE
SCREAMEDA SOUND THAT WASN'T QUITE HUMANBEFORE EVERYTHING WENT SILENT.

MARCUS NEVER TOUCHED THE RADIO AGAIN. BUT SOMETIMES, LATE AT NIGHT,
HIS SCANNER PICKS UP A SIGNAL ON THAT SAME FREQUENCY. SOMEONE IS STILL
TRYING TO TALK. AND EVERY TIME, THE SIGNAL FADES BEFORE MARCUS CAN
ANSWER.

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