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Subj: SCARY RADIO TALE 19-MAR
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PACKET RADIO STATION - BUENOS AIRES (GF05OM)
PYTHON SCHEDULED NEWSLETTERS (PSN)
COPYRIGHT 2026 - EDUARDO A. CASTILLO
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THE FREQUENCY WAS DEAD UNTIL 3:17 AM. JACK HAD BEEN SCANNING THE
SHORTWAVE BANDS FOR SIX HOURS, STATIC HISSING THROUGH HIS HEADPHONES,
WHEN A VOICE CUT THROUGHCLEAR, WHISPERING HIS CALL SIGN.
"KILO-FIVE-ALPHA-BRAVO, DO YOU COPY?"
JACK FROZE. HIS FINGER HOVERED OVER THE TRANSMISSION KEY. THE SIGNAL
STRENGTH METER PEGGED TO THE RIGHT, IMPOSSIBLY STRONG FOR THIS HOUR
AND ATMOSPHERIC CONDITIONS. HE PRESSED TRANSMIT.
"THIS IS K5AB. WHO IS THIS?"
SILENCE. THEN: "LOOK BEHIND YOU."
JACK DIDN'T TURN. AMATEUR RADIO OPERATORS DON'T LOOK AWAY FROM THEIR
EQUIPMENT. RULE NUMBER ONE. INSTEAD, HE CHECKED THE TRIANGULATION
SOFTWARE WITH TREMBLING HANDS. THE SIGNAL ORIGINATED FROM HIS EXACT
COORDINATES. FROM BENEATH THE FLOORBOARDS.
THE VOICE RETURNED, CLOSER NOW, BLEEDING THROUGH THE SPEAKER AND
SOMETHING ELSEBEHIND HIM, WET AND RHYTHMIC, LIKE LUNGS FILLING WITH
FLUID.
"I'VE BEEN TRYING TO REACH YOU FOR THIRTY YEARS, JACK. SINCE THEY
BURIED ME HERE. FINALLY, SOMEONE BUILT A HOUSE ON MY GRAVE WITH SUCH
LOVELY... CONDUCTIVE WIRING."
THE LIGHTS FLICKERED. THE SOLDERING IRON ON HIS DESK BEGAN TO HUM,
THOUGH IT WAS UNPLUGGED. JACK REACHED FOR THE POWER SWITCH, BUT THE
VOICE STOPPED HIM.
"DON'T. I'M NOT FINISHED TALKING YET. AND NEITHER ARE THE OTHERS
LISTENING ON THIS BAND. THEY KNOW YOUR FREQUENCY NOW, JACK. THEY KNOW
HOW TO FIND YOU."
OUTSIDE, THE ANTENNA WIRES BEGAN TO SWAY, THOUGH THERE WAS NO WIND. IN
HIS HEADPHONES, THOUSANDS OF SEPARATE WHISPERS SYNCHRONIZED INTO ONE
CLEAR TRANSMISSION: "WE ARE COMING UP THE COPPER."
THE LAST THING JACK TRANSMITTED WAS A SCREAM THAT CARRIED ACROSS THREE
COUNTIES. THE OPERATORS WHO RECEIVED IT REPORTED A FINAL VOICENOT
JACK'SCALMLY READING COORDINATES. THEIR OWN.
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