The Frequency of Fear
(Static crackles, then a voice, rushed and breathless, cuts through)
"…if you can hear this, stay inside. Don't listen to the emergency broadcasts. They're lying. It's not a chemical spill. It's… it's in the air. In the water. It's that sweet rot smell, like flowers dying in gasoline. You can feel it, can't you? That buzzing in your teeth. That's how it gets in.
They'll tell you to stay calm. They'll tell you help is coming. But I saw what came for my neighbor. It wore his face, but the eyes… the eyes were just oily static. It didn't walk right. It… it dripped.
Don't drink the water. Don't breathe the fog. It wants you to join the song. A beautiful, terrible song that unravels you from the inside out. I have to… someone's at the door. It's not knocking. It's… wet."
(The sound of something thick and heavy sliding against a door, followed by a sharp burst of static. The broadcast ends.)
-- Intercepted shortwave broadcast, originating from the Solomon Island area.