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LU9DCE > ALL 26.03.26 19:25l 61 Lines 2398 Bytes #999 (0) @ WW
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Read: OE5RCO GAST
Subj: SCARY RADIO TALE 26-MAR
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PACKET RADIO STATION - BUENOS AIRES (GF05OM)
PYTHON SCHEDULED NEWSLETTERS (PSN)
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THE STATIC WOKE MARIA AT 3 AM. SHE'D LEFT HER RADIO ON, MONITORING THE
LOCAL REPEATER LIKE SHE DID EVERY NIGHT. THE VOICE CAME THROUGH
CLEARTOO CLEAR FOR THE INTERFERENCE THAT USUALLY PLAGUED HER MOUNTAIN
RIDGE LOCATION.
"MAYDAY. MAYDAY. IS ANYONE RECEIVING? THIS IS..." A PAUSE.
"...KILO-SEVEN-DELTA, EMERGENCY FREQUENCY."
SHE GRABBED THE MIC. "K7D, THIS IS WHISKEY-SIX-FOXTROT, GO AHEAD."
SILENCE. THEN, IN A TONE THAT DIDN'T MATCH THE CRACKLE OF SHORTWAVE:
"WHISKEY-SIX-FOXTROT, I'M GLAD YOU'RE THERE. I'VE BEEN TRYING FOR
HOURS. THEY'RE IN THE HOUSE NOW."
MARIA'S HAND TIGHTENED ON THE TRANSMITTER. "K7D, WHAT'S YOUR LOCATION?
DO YOU NEED EMERGENCY SERVICES?"
"MY LOCATION IS..." THE VOICE DRIFTED, ALMOST DREAMY. "I'M IN THE
HOUSE WITH THEM. ON THE SECOND FLOOR. THEY'RE VERY QUIET, BUT I CAN
SEE THEM IN THE DOORWAY. THEY'VE BEEN WATCHING ME DIAL."
"STAY ON THE LINE. I'M CALLING"
"DON'T." THE WORD CUT SHARP. "DON'T CALL ANYONE. THEY CAN HEAR YOU
THROUGH THE RADIO. THEY FOUND ME BECAUSE I WAS CALLING FOR HELP."
MARIA FROZE. THE HAIRS ON HER NECK ROSE. OUTSIDE HER WINDOW, THE PINE
FOREST STOOD PERFECTLY STILL. NO WIND. NO SOUND.
"K7D, IF YOU'RE IN DANGER, I NEED TO"
"THEY'RE IN YOUR FOREST TOO, WHISKEY-SIX-FOXTROT. I HEARD YOU LAST
WEEK. YOU ASKED FOR A WEATHER REPORT. I ALMOST WARNED YOU, BUT..." THE
VOICE FADED TO A WHISPER. "THEY'RE LISTENING FOR US. THE ONES WHO CALL
OUT."
MARIA'S EYES WENT TO HER WINDOW. A SHAPETALL, THIN, AND DARKER THAN
THE DARKNESSSTOOD AT THE TREE LINE.
THE VOICE RETURNED, BARELY AUDIBLE NOW: "THEY HEARD YOU. THEY'RE
COMING TO YOUR DOOR."
THE MIC SLIPPED FROM MARIA'S FINGERS. ON THE REPEATER, A NEW SIGNAL
CLIMBED THE FREQUENCY. IT WASN'T SPEAKING. IT WAS WAITING.
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