The Last Broadcast

in the storm, seemed to grow more vivid the longer he stared at them. The tapping on the glass was now rhyt

e studio felt like a cage now, a place that had once offered him comfort and solitude, but now it felt suffocating. The walls see

en..

kling had returned. There was no clear message, just the faint whisper of his name. He approached

ing, anything, that could explain what wa

, his heart leaping into his throat. He hurried to the window, peering out into the storm, but the figures had vanish

rs-were nowhere to be seen. Ben's pulse pounded in his ears as he stepped away from the window. H

as happe

had flickered several times now, and the phone lines were completely dead. He needed answers, and more i

Ben felt his way toward the back exit, pulling open the door and stepping out into the storm. The r

had masked most of the town's usual noises-the rustling of leaves, the scurry of nocturnal animals-but now, there wa

rking. If the power was out, the station would be left completely isolated, and he couldn't afford to be cut off. He had no ide

is tracks, every muscle tensing. His breath caught in his throat as he slowly turned to face th

e darkness, his fla

en's breath hitched, and he took an involuntary step back. This figure wasn't one of the shadows he

man dressed in dark, tattered clothing, his face hidden beneath a wide-brimmed hat. The figure didn'

town? But no one would be out here in the storm, especial

, his voice shaking as he called

ead, he slowly raised a hand, p

deliberate, too purposeful. The man's finge

haps some twisted sense of duty, drove him to move closer. He forced his legs to move, step

ath the brim of his hat. Ben could hear his own breath coming in ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. The silence between them was suff

toward the station. He moved with a strange, jerky motion, like a puppet pulled b

up to look directly at him. There was a long pause, and then-without a word-the man tu

s body was frozen, caught between the u

crackling of his radio b

eed you... com

ack at the station, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to go back, to understand what was happening, to find out what

doorway of the station. Ben's eyes widened as he saw the outline of a perso

re wai

e rain pounded harder, the storm intensified, and the voices-those h

ion, the wind pushing against him like an invisible force. The station

something waiting. And now, Ben had

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