5 episodes · 2h 11m
Dead Air
A studio at three in the morning, one light blinking on the phone, and a host who never says his name.
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Late night on a small station, and the request line is open.
The host has been talking to this town for years and has never once told it who he is. He does not explain himself, he does not raise his voice, and he stays on air after everyone sensible has gone to bed.
No music stings. No sound effects. The dread is in the voice and in the silence between the calls, and every hour ends somewhere you did not expect and cannot argue with.