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\chapauth{VelvetEvoker}
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\chapter{Station 666}
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Tommy and his best friend Bobby were twelve years old. They lived
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in a small town that reeked of pestilence and a terrible oldness.
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Bobby's parents were very strict with their son and
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wouldn't even get him a television, so all they had was an
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old antique radio that once belonged to Bobby's
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grandpa.
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Tommy and Bobby knew there was something wrong with the radio, but
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no one would listen. Many times they had asked an adult to come
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take a closer look at the radio, because they knew if anyone else
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got the same feeling they were getting they'd burn the radio
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any bury the remains. Many times Tommy and Bobby tried to throw it
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out, but it was too heavy for the children to carry and the adults
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would not let them throw it away because it was their old
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grandpa's antique.
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One night when Tommy was sleeping over at Bobby's house, he
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noticed something strange. No matter where it was left the day
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before, the dial would start turning and eventually it'd end
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up on the frequency of 666. Tommy tried turning it as low as it
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would go, and in a few hours it'd be back at 666. It was the
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same thing if he tried to turn it higher.
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Later that night they turned the radio on while it was at station
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666, but it did not seem to be an active station. Nothing but
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static spewed forth from the speakers, but in the static was the
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sound of dread. Bobby's mom said that it was odd but it must
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just be the dial's default setting, so still nothing could be
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done about the radio.
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The next day at school Tommy agreed to sleep over at Bobby's
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house and leave the station on all night to see if anything
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happened. However, nothing happened all night and they were tired
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so they began to fall asleep. They were awoken again at exactly
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midnight by a terrible screeching noise, followed by a voice.
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The voice spoke in an unknown language that was possibly even older
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than the radio. It was such a terrible voice that it sounded like
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nails on a chalkboard and both boys had to cover their ears. Bobby
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took his hand off of his ears and they were covered in blood, but
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Tommy wasn't bleeding.
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Suddenly Bobby leaned over as if he was about to vomit, but instead
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of puke a clawed hand came out of his mouth. The hand continued to
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emerge, followed by a shoulder, until Bobby's mouth could
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take it no more and his head split in two, with his brains slopping
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down his back and his jaw trailing down his stomach.
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Finally the demon had emerged, covered in Bobby's blood and
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stomach fluids. ``I am Xavid Viarabous, and no one has
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survived the sound of my voice for a thousand years.''
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Suddenly Tommy reached into his sleeping bag and pulled out an old
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Beretta he found in the field. On it were the initials
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`L.B.'. ``I survived.'' he said. Then he shot
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the demon.
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The radio was still not thrown out for two days. Tommy turned it to
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station 666, and from midnight to 12:01 he could hear Bobby
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screaming.
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