Dead Air
A late-night radio host is used to strange callers, but nothing prepares him for voices that predict disasters minutes before they happen. Fires. Crashes. Disappearances. Every detail is exact. Every warning comes true. At first, Elias Voss thinks it is a sick prank. Then the calls start describing his own studio in real time. As the night spirals into panic, Elias is pulled into a terrifying chain of broadcasts, fractured timelines, and a voice claiming to be him from a future where he never made it out alive. With every call, the truth gets closer. So does whatever is waiting inside Studio B. Photo by
You’re on Night Line. Tell me what’s keeping you awake.
Turn on Channel 6.
That’s not how radio works.
Apartment fire. East Mercer. Fourth floor. Little girl in the bathtub.
Cute. You trying to get dumped by the FCC tonight?
Blue backpack. Unicorn patch. She’s hiding under steam because smoke hurts.
Don’t play along. I’m screening this psycho.
You’re live, Lena. Since when do we let prophets skip the queue?
Three minutes.
Three minutes until what?
Until the mother jumps.
I just checked police scanner. Nothing.
You hear that? Even the chaos has standards.
Open your station app comments.
Wait.
Somebody just posted smoke over East Mercer.
You planted that?
Sirens will hit your mic in twenty seconds.
My studio is sealed.
Elias.
Don’t move.
Why?
Listen.
There.
Those are sirens.