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Subj: SCARY RADIO TALE 09-MAR
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PACKET RADIO STATION - BUENOS AIRES (GF05OM)
PYTHON SCHEDULED NEWSLETTERS (PSN)
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THE FREQUENCY WAS DEAD. JUST STATIC. THEN, A WHISPER.
"CQ... CQ... THIS IS KILO-NINE-MIKE-ROMEO..."
JACK FROZE. THAT WAS HIS CALLSIGN. HIS HAND TREMBLED ON THE KEY. THE
VOICE ON THE SPEAKER WAS HIS OWN, BUT CRACKED, DESPERATE, SPEAKING
WORDS HE HAD NEVER SAID.
"THEY ARE IN THE WALLS. DO NOT TURN AROUND."
THE S-METER SPIKED. FIVE BY NINE. FULL QUIETING.
JACK SPUN HIS CHAIR. THE SHACK WAS EMPTY. DARKNESS PRESSED AGAINST THE
SINGLE WINDOW. HE LAUGHED -- NERVOUS, ABSURD -- AND REACHED FOR THE
POWER SWITCH.
STATIC BURST. THE VOICE RETURNED, CLOSER NOW, BLEEDING THROUGH THE
MONITOR SPEAKERS WITHOUT THE RADIO BEING ON.
"YOU TURNED."
THE LIGHTS DIED. IN THE BLACKNESS, THE TRANSCEIVER HUMMED, FEEDING
BACK. THE VFO DIAL GLOWED ELECTRIC BLUE, ILLUMINATING THE DESKTOP
MICROPHONE.
IT WAS SWINGING ON ITS HOOK.
MOVING.
TOWARD HIM.
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