IX - The Hermit

Over the last few weeks, I've heard a transmission breaking through normal television broadcasts.  Always the same message, roughly the same length, but always at different tunings, different times, different formats.  Smooth Jazz to Sports Radio. Always pushing through the edge of silence like a dream intruding on the waking hours.

Finally I was able to record it.  Distant music, a skipping needle, bursts of static.  And a voice. Human, likely male. At first I swore it was repeating permutations of the phrase "no worries"  but as I listened more and more, It became clear that was not the case and now my worries are growing by the day.

There's something here.  Something sinister.