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A man died a little bit back where I am, apparently he knew my girlfriend through his late wife, and she got a hold of this, it's a little chilling but it's probably best to just read it yourself:

People have many hobbies, of all sorts. My hobby is not particularly interesting to you I bet. I like to piece together old radios, make relics of the past function again. With each new wire and sudden static as it starts to revive a rush of pride goes through me. Typing about this sort of thing makes it almost better, for now. It sounds so quaint and innocent like this. I can almost relax, almost tune out my now constant companion. Almost. It hisses through my hands when I put them over my ears, over any music I play, it even follows me!

I have to calm down. Losing my mind is what it wants. Think, think back, I have to think to before to find out what is wrong. The answer must be in the past, and I just have to find it and bring it to the present. I remember bits and pieces, it wasn't important at the time so I don't have the best recollection. There was a dealer in a flea market. The stand she worked had all sorts of spare parts and cases and lovely things for me to go through. Nice old woman too, she had talked to me and showed me exactly what parts did what.

Static

It breaks my concentration. I whip around as fast as I can to look at it, the radio, it might as well be the devil. It was trying to keep me from remembering! It hissed and creaked and sounded like it would fall apart. It never does though, unfortunately. I won't let it win though, no, this is far from over, that thing will not own me!

As I was going on about before, she sold me all the parts needed to finish my latest project. The gears had been a little old but still fine, of course the wires I bought new from a store. I practically ran to my car and even went ten over the speed limit the entire way back. These were all I needed to finish my current project, a beautiful custom piece. An unnerving custom piece. A hideous custom pie- No! I can't let it in my head! It seemed to be getting louder. It changes volume on it's own with that dreadful hiss.

When I had gotten home I also got to work. Tubes, wires, a decorative piece here a functional one there, it was all coming together perfectly! It was a quarter after two in the morning when I finished. This is quite late and I did need some sleep at least. Then, for the first time, it let out a small murmur of static. It couldn't have happened though, I hadn't turned it on yet. I just rubbed my eyes and wrote it off as too long at the work bench. I should have thrown it in a fire then and there. I suppose the ne

There it is again, loud cracking!

I won't listen to you, I won't listen to you, go away, go away.. I repeat the mantra in my head trying to find something to still my trembles and keep me from succumbing to the sickness in my stomach. I had to continue looking back, the past was the only clue I had. The god forsaken past. It might be my only hope but it's such a scary place itself. That night, the first night in this ordeal, there had been some sleep. It had not been an easy time though with the hiss going into my dreams and twisting into my own mind.

I couldn't do much at work, it's a dead end job but it keeps me alive. It used to keep us alive, keep her alive, keep us together, keep

No I can't go on with that thought anymore. This needs to be separate, separate from that day. The past is a dark place. Though it is the only place I can look to cure myself of this. I don't know what to do, this is simply dreadful.. The lesser of two evils isn't even really evident here. Confront the past or confront this demon, the past or this demon, Mary or this demon. Shit I can't even get her off my mind now.

The hiss has quieted but it still is taunting me. When I least expect it this unholy monster will start it up full blast again! I don't even understand why this is happening to me. Mary might. Mary would know exactly what to do about the demon in the radio, the thing killing me from the inside out, just like she was that

It did it again! I was ready this time though, oh it thought I was unprepared but not this time. I can be just as aggressive as it you see, it won't get the best of me it won't get in my head it won't control me it won't destroy me! I am too smart for this demon, yes, I need to look back to the past. No matter how hard I need to look back to find what happened. Back is good.

I couldn't sleep so work was hell, just like the day after, no wait so I couldn't work well and came back. It mocked me by being extra loud so I turned it off. I could still hear the crack though, so I hit the thing. It seemed harmless but oh no this didn't like it not one bit just like how Mary hadn't liked moving to this town and how hitting it was a bad idea and how, how, I don't remember what I was saying. I am getting a drink before I finish typing my troubles.

that's better. i wish i could drink more then a beer but i can't afford to get out of my right mind now. it wants that. it wants me.

remember, work, town, driving, brakes, blood no thats not right it was the radio. radio was in my mind blood was on my mind no thats not right fuck. the drink hasn't helped but i have the sneaking suspicion i know whats wrong now. i need another drink.

it was my fault it was mary she looked up to me and i let her down oh god she is gone and now its back for me its back that has to be it its back the demon its backk

i know what i have to do now i have to join mary she will kill it she will make it better i will make it better i will repay her oh god i will whover readss this kno i loved her i really did and now iwill make it up yess i will makee it ul too hr i luv u mry i
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These were the last words Robert Fox ever wrote, found on his computer with blood all over the keyboard from the cuts he had made on himself. The reports in the local paper all read it was due to alcohol. The poor team who had to clean the mess knocked over that radio he babbled about, and what do you know, a loose wire came out and the hissing stopped. Another day I guess.