Dead Air

The airwaves never really go silent. They remember. They haunt. They kill. Long after midnight, when the streets are empty and the world is asleep, some radios still pick up a signal that shouldn't exist. A low hum, a crackle of static, a voice speaking just above a whisper. The forgotten show is known only as Dead Air, and for decades it has been dismissed as an urban legend - a late-night prank, a trick of faulty wiring, or the ghostly echo of stations long shut down.
But those who stumble across the broadcast know different. The voice doesn't just speak. It calls. And sometimes, it answers back. Daniel Crowe, a disgraced journalist desperate to rebuild his career, thinks he's found his redemption in the mystery of Dead Air. All he has to do is trace the rumors to their source, expose the hoax, and deliver the story of a lifetime. But the deeper he listens, the more the broadcast begins to shape his reality.
Static scratches at the corners of his thoughts. Words he never spoke begin appearing in his notes. In the hiss of dead channels, he hears his own name - whispered, coaxing, hungry. Every lead Daniel follows collapses into shadows: a studio sealed since the seventies, engineers who vanished without a trace, families who swear their loved ones disappeared the moment they tuned in. Each clue is laced with warnings to stop before it's too late.
Yet something compels him forward, dragging him closer to the frequency that has devoured countless others. Because Dead Air isn't just a broadcast. It's a doorway. A conduit for voices that should not exist. A ritual, repeated night after night, waiting for someone foolish enough - desperate enough - to truly listen. As Daniel is pulled deeper into the signal's grip, the lines between the living and the lost blur.
The studio calls to him. The voice waits for him. And the silence between words begins to take on a shape all its own. What begins as an investigation becomes a battle for his sanity, his life, and his soul. Because on the other side of the static, something waits - and it wants more than just a listener. It wants an heir. Dead Air is a relentless descent into paranoia and obsession, a chilling portrait of how sound itself can become a haunting.
Once you've heard it, you can't un-hear it. Once you've tuned in, you may never turn it off. And when the broadcast ends. the silence will claim you.