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Subj: SCARY RADIO TALE 01-APR
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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 AT 2 AM. JUST STATIC AND THE OCCASIONAL CRACKLE
OF DISTANT STORMS. MARCUS ADJUSTED THE DIAL ON HIS HAM RADIO, HUNTING
FOR ANYTHING TO BREAK THE BOREDOM OF HIS NIGHT SHIFT.
THEN, A VOICE. BROKEN, WEAK, LIKE IT WAS TRAVELING THROUGH WATER.
"...CAN... ANYONE HEAR ME? THIS IS... KD4...RZF... PLEASE..."
MARCUS GRABBED THE MICROPHONE. "THIS IS KB7X, GO AHEAD."
THE RESPONSE CAME IN BURSTS. "THANK GOD. I'M TRAPPED. THE WATER...
IT'S RISING. CAN'T GET OUT. THE DOOR WON'T... WON'T OPEN."
MARCUS GRABBED HIS FLASHLIGHT. "WHERE ARE YOU? WHAT'S YOUR LOCATION?"
SILENCE. THEN: "THE BASEMENT. UNDER THE OLD HOSPITAL ON MILLER STREET.
IT'S BEEN FLOODED FOR FORTY YEARS. BUT I'M STILL... STILL HERE."
MARCUS FELT ICE FORM IN HIS CHEST. THE OLD MILLER STREET HOSPITAL HAD
BURNED DOWN IN 1981. THERE WERE NO BASEMENTS. THERE WERE NO SURVIVORS.
HE TRIED TO RESPOND, BUT THE VOICE CAME AGAIN, WEAKER NOW.
"YOU SHOULD CHECK YOUR LOGBOOK, MARCUS. YOU ALWAYS WRITE DOWN THE
CALLSIGNS YOU CONTACT. EVERY SINGLE ONE."
HIS HAND TREMBLED AS HE OPENED THE NOTEBOOK. THE ENTRIES WENT BACK
YEARS. PAGE AFTER PAGE. THE SAME SIGNATURE APPEARING AGAIN AND AGAIN.
KD4RZF.
WRITTEN IN HIS OWN HANDWRITING.
FROM DATES THAT HADN'T HAPPENED YET.
THE STATIC SWELLED. THE VOICE FADED TO A WHISPER.
"I'LL KEEP TRYING. EVERY NIGHT. UNTIL YOU ANSWER. UNTIL YOU COME DOWN
TO THE BASEMENT. UNTIL YOU JOIN ME."
THE FREQUENCY WENT SILENT.
MARCUS HASN'T TOUCHED HIS RADIO SINCE. BUT SOMETIMES, LATE AT NIGHT,
WHEN THE ATMOSPHERE CONDITIONS ARE JUST RIGHT, HE SWEARS HE CAN HEAR
KNOCKING COMING FROM THE BASEMENT FLOOR OF HIS HOUSE.
AND THE KNOCKING IS GETTING LOUDER EVERY NIGHT.
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