
This is not a test
She only agreed to mind the house for a week. Grandad’s place still smells of pipe smoke and old carpet, and the big wooden TV in the corner hasn’t been moved since the funeral. Nobody has the heart to.
The first night, it comes on by itself after the anthem. Colour bars, then snow, then a field she half recognises. Someone is standing in it.
Dead Air at 476 MHz is my first proper go at analog horror: the genre of lost broadcasts, emergency warnings that make no sense and VHS tapes you really shouldn’t have played. Warbling tape synths, cold piano, broadcast tones and a whispered vocal that doesn’t stay calm for long.






Listen
Listen on Suno: Dead Air at 476 MHz
Alternative version: there’s a second take with a different feel, and I couldn’t choose between them. Hear the alternative take on Suno
Headphones, lights off. If you hear your name, don’t answer.
Which version do you prefer? Tell me in the comments.


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