Okay guys, thought you were getting tired of my old shit so i am giving yo something new; I created a short story once again in based on true story format, like you would see on Reddit’s NoSleep page.
Hope you enjoy please comment and give me your critique, you don’t even gotta like it; I appreciate it if you do 🙂 Without further ado i give you Dead Air.
I have been a radio talk show host in my hometown since I was 21. I am twenty-five now and my late night talk show has been going on since then. People sometimes think what I do is unethical or that it ruins lives; let me put this into perspective so that you can understand what I do. My name is Jason; on my show I am called “The Heartbreak Kid” sounds stupid right? But wait here’s the worse part.
People call me and ask me to help them with relationships if I can. I have different segments for different things each weekday. Every Friday (which is called Sneaky Friday) people call me to try and expose their boyfriend or girlfriend of cheating on them. Now you can imagine the bad things people say about me and all the death threats and angry letters I get. I have seen it all and I have learned to just fall back on my rules that I developed for myself for when this happens: Number One: Don’t expose personal info on the radio, not even my real name. Number Two: Keep your lawyer on speed dial, because if someone wants to sue me I have a lawyer to back me up on my methods and to remind these ass hats that what I do is completely legal (such as getting consent for certain things and making sure it’s on air, even if I tricked them into giving me consent). And Number Three: Don’t get out of the GODDAMN broadcasting van!
I am going to tell you guys of the night that I broke rule number three and what “good” that did me. Now let me tell you how I broadcast from a van: I basically prefer traveling while working and I prefer working alone on everything. The van I am in is equipped to the fucking rims with technology that allows me to broadcast to my station in my home town (both of which I am leaving out of this story and you’re going to find out why).
So its Friday I am driving to the gas station to fill up Betsy (that’s what I call my van) and to get some grub for the night along with some coffee since my show comes on and stays on from 10 pm to 3 pm. I know you’re thinking who the fuck can I catch cheating at that ungodly hour? Well, you’d be surprised. I arrive at the station next to a pump, fill up my tank, and go ahead and park closer to the store to get some food and allow the next guy to get gas from the pump.
I go in get my coffee get my food and get out. Once I am out the door I see some guy in the space next to my van trying to open the side doors and he can’t get em opened. The side door was locked and this asshole’s skull is so thick that he keeps thinking he can open up Betsy without a key. I place my coffee and food on the sidewalk and confront his stupid ass. “Hey!” I yell at him and he looks up at me with tears rolling down his eyes; he looked like he hadn’t slept, showered, or shaved in days. He instantly let’s go of the door handle and raises his hands in surrender. “I-I-I need it man! I need my coke bro!” he yells at me and I am just furious at this ass hat for thinking that his drugs were in my fucking van. I pull out my phone and hold it out with 911 on speed dial. “Get out of here crack head, or I am calling the cops!” his breathing becomes heavy and panicked as he runs the other direction and into an alley way where he disappeared. I put my phone away, sigh in relief and get my shit and go to my next destination.
Now when I travel I still remain in my hometown but I try and find public areas, such as cheap motels or a Walmart parking lot or something. That way if someone, (like that cokehead from earlier) tries to break in there’s an eyewitness or at last a few streetlamps with traffic cams (even if there are security cameras already installed on the van). It’s 9:50 so I have ten minutes before I broadcast. Unfortunately, as I drive around there is little to no one around and the stores and shit were closing early. I thought: “What the hell, most of these places are open until midnight?” but I didn’t question it. I parked by in a Walmart lot in hopes of avoiding the drunkards and drug addicts in cheap motels.
Now I know what you’re thinking: “Jason, why not just do the show at your local station than your van, it is much safer, isn’t it?” truth is no, it’s not. The door is about as secure as a cardboard box with nothing but a deadbolt and one security camera to keep the place on lockdown. The equipment has exposed wires and the mics are ancient as dinosaur bones. It seems our most popular form of broadcasting is in a van since the van is completely up to us to upgrade and secure in our own way. I, being a tech geek, manage better in a van with my own security system.
I start the show by turning on the satellites, queue the music, turn on the mic and start the show:
“Good evening everybody, this is the Heartbreak Kid coming to you from ___ in ___! Now you know what day it is, It’s sneaky Friday where we catch your beloved being sneaky. Now around this time of night everyone thinks I can’t catch anybody breaking hearts but they are wrong! I have my ways… now let’s open up the calls and see who we have on the air tonight! Remember if you miss tonight’s show you can always listen to us on our podcast that takes last night’s show and sends it directly to your device. Let’s begin!”
I flip the calls on in the vans phone system and that’s where the strange shit starts happening. No one and I mean NO ONE is calling. Not even a wrong number call or something. I know that the show doesn’t have a large following but it is never this slow. I halt the calls and take a sip of my coffee as I went back on the air. “Well that is weird. It looks like no one is curious yet. Alright well we will wait for a couple of calls, in the meantime here is “Hello by Adele here on ___ fm.” I play the track and take of my headset and check my phone while the song plays. I usually take this time to check on the shows Twitter and Facebook then my own and I check for any missed calls or texts. Nope nothing, in fact I can’t even get a fucking signal on my phone! I must be outside the coverage zone. I get back in the drivers eat, turn the car on and move closer to the store since the signal seems to grew stronger whenever I get near a building, don’t ask me how I just experienced this more often than not.
I turn the car off once I am in a decent spot in the empty lot and get back to the back of the van which was illuminated by the screens and flashing lights of the equipment. The song ends and I get back on air. “Okay that was Hello by Adele; nice song, lovely artist. Now hopefully the calls have built up since then so let’s check in shall we?” I turn the phones back on and there is a call open as soon as I turn the phone. “Hello caller number one, you are on air with the Heartbreak Kid on__ fm. What’s going on?”
“Hello, my name is Jim.” He greets and he sounds slow and rather nervous.
“Hi Jim, nice to meet you! How are you?”
“I am fine, how are you?” he asks.
“I am good just running the show as usual. Why don’t you tell us what’s been eating you Jim?” I ask him and then there is nothing until I hear sobbing.
“She left m-me.” I hear crying and I take the initiative and try to calm him down. “Hey man, it’s okay. Look man there are plenty of fish in the sea my friend. Let me help you. DO you think she was cheating on you?” I ask him gently and he sniffles then he begins.
“N-no, she um she called you and caught me cheating.” I pause and I am absolutely shocked by his response. I usually get email complaints and lawsuits thrown at me by people who fall victim to my show but I never get the actual victims calling the show. I felt awkward as hell and wanted to try and be as sensitive as I can.
“Look Jim, I am sorry. This is my job after all and I only do this sort of thing to help people- “before I continue he interrupts. “BY RUINING THEIR (Bleep) LIVES!?” I heard him yell while the system detects the swear and bleeps him and for some reason I thought I could hear his voice outside the van. A chill ran down my neck and I reply. “Listen my friend there is no reason to swear- “he interrupts again. “Fine! But you are not my friend! You screwed me over my wife left me because you tricked me into sending flowers to my cousin; but does she believe me when I said that? NO! Now my marriage is broken; I had to file for divorce because of you! Because of you my kids hate me!” I start to feel for this guy, I had no idea that I caused this guy’s wife to think he was cheating, even if his story was true, I still am just doing my job so I try to calm him down again. If he interrupts me again I can legally let the call, go.
“Look, Jim. I am sorry I truly am. I had no idea that this was going on, Trust me when I say that but I am legally allowed to this, if you want to discuss this in a legal matter you can call my stations number if you would like-“he interrupts me once more only saying something even more eerie than I have ever heard in all my years of radio. “Do you want to meet the devil tonight Jason?” as soon as I heard my name I hung up and talked back to the show once more feeling even more freaked out than before.
“Okay. Um let’s continue to get a other callers shall we?” I get back to the phone still shaken from that call and still wondering how the fuck this guy knew my name. I look at the window in front of the van and in the back windows and see no cars, no people, nothing but street lamps and the vacant spots they illuminated. It was 10:30 and I continue the calls. “Okay caller number one, what do you have for us today?” I say that because I was going to edit out the first call for the podcast. “Still here Jason. Honestly, did you think you could just hang up on me and I would be gone like that?” I sigh and gulp my dread and talk once again only this time I drop the nice guy act and turn off the bleeping mechanism. “Look Jim, enough of your games. Stop calling me!” he tsks and continues. “I wouldn’t hang up if I were you.” He seemed so confident, so sincere, as if he had something up his sleeve but I paid no attention. “Goodbye Jim.” Just as I hang up I hear him yell: “ NO!” I get back to the show. “Okay, still trying to get calls, just lay back as I play a little Sorry by Justin Bieber.” I say and I put on the track and check my phone; shit, still no signal. I check outside all windows and nothing. MY heart is beating fast with fear though I was completely safe in my van. I check my security cameras on another monitor and there was no motion detection or any kind of strange things happening in my blind spots at all. I calm down and as soon as the song is over I get back on only to play another song out of fear of Jim calling again. “Okay, the calls are slow but luckily this is more than a talk show here’s Apologize by One Republic!” I put the track on and admire my sense of irony on my choice of the track, it’s almost like I want to piss off Jim.
I continue to monitor the cameras instead of the windows and I see movement in the store in front of me through the side cam. It was quick but definitely human since the shadow was of regular height and build as I saw it dashed across the locked doors of the Walmart to the other side of the entrance. No features could be made out, now I was starting to panic and thought: “Holy shit, I am broadcasting while a Walmart is being robbed!” or so I thought.
I pull out my phone and try to dial 911 but there was still no signal. I know basic horror movie cliché right? Lonesome parking lot, dark shadow, no cell service; what the fuck is this Camp Lakewood in Friday the 13th?
I get back to the setup having realized that the song ended and my voice is shaking unsure of what to do, in all my years of radio I never had this happened to me before. “Okay guys, um, let’s see if we have anymore callers, huh?”
I didn’t know what else to do so I turn the phones on, so far its just dead air then the phone picks up the next caller. A scary thought passes my brain: What if no one is listening but Jim? And to make matters worse guess who was on the other line?
“Hello?” I greet the caller and I hear Jim speak angrily once more.
“If you fucking hang up on me again I will do a little more than just cutting your fuel line ass hole!” My heart sank as I turned to the security monitors and quickly pan all my cameras in all directions and look to see if I had any play back footage; guys there was nothing, I took my head set off and try to test his theory, you know, call his bluff. I turn the keys in the ignition and the van sputters and no matter what it would not start. “Fuck!” I swear at the steering wheel and I hope back to the setup and put on my headset and his first opening words are: “Believe me yet?” I am hyperventilating and I try my best to remain calm. “What do you want?” I ask him.
“Simple, I want you to feel responsible for ruining my life, I want you to feel my pain! Jason, I know so much about you. Ever since my wife left I looked you up, even hacked your employers’ records. Now let’s skip being cryptic, I want you to get out of the van and face me.” He says and I think I am sweating. “No way asshole, do I sound like an idiot to you?” I ask mockingly and he laughs.
“NO but you most certainly don’t sound like a murderer.” I was confused, I didn’t know what he was talking about. I look at my security monitors and still see nothing. On all four sides of my van. “What do you mean?” I ask him and it takes a while to respond. Keep your headset on and look at the store entrance.” I sigh and hesitantly I unplug the charger wire for my headset and allow the wireless part to take over as I jump into the front seat.
The outside started to look really eerie and disturbingly vacant. I stare at the entrance until I see a woman who was gagged and tied up thrown on to the part of the entrance that was illuminated. The woman was unconscious and I saw no one else but the woman. From here it looked like she was beaten and the side of her face was cut up as well leaving her face blood soaked. “Is she dead?” I asked and he responded. “No but I can make her that way if you want me to.”
“No, please!”
“Then get out of the fucking van!” I didn’t know what to do, I am battling a voice who can murder that poor woman whenever he felt like it and It was up to me to do what this guy wants in order to save this girl. A part of me was thinking:
No it’s not worth it, save yourself stay in the van!
Then another part said:
But can you live with this girl’s murder on your conscious?
Obviously I was stupid enough to choose the latter; I didn’t know this girl but I can’t handle being responsible for her death. I looked at my watch and I guess time flies when you are being stalked because it was midnight. I shake my head at my situation. “Fuck, fine I’m coming out!” I reply to him.
“About fucking time…” I unlock my car doors, get out of the van, and shut the door. The cool air hits me drying the sweat off my forehead and I could hear the sound of crickets chirping in the distance. “Now that I have your attention, walk over here, slowly!” he yells and I do as I am told and begin to walk.
“Keep steady, don’t want me to spray her brains all over the door now do you?” I gulp and shake my head assuming he can see me. Jesus who was this monster? I then realize that I am still broadcasting and recording through the headset. Maybe I can get him talking, try to reveal his real name maybe.
“So Jim, what was your wife’s name?” I ask him casually.
“What does that say about you that you don’t even know the names of your victims?” he asks condescendingly.
“You say that like I’m the one holding the girl hostage.” I say to the headset while staring at the woman and her face is clearer now as well as her clothes, she is in a Walmart vest with a name tag maybe I can make out the name while I talk to him for the recording.
“You technically are and this juts tells me how much of an ignorant asshole you are, thinking you can get away with murder, thinking you can ruin people’s lives and go on the radio and call it entertainment. You make me sick Jason.” I keep getting closer and I can make out her name.
“Kathy?” I say aloud looking at the tag. “Yup, that’s right asshole, Kathy ___, the girl that called you, “The Heartbreak Kid” to accuse her husband of cheating. You top 40’s sellout fuck!” I got a name! But now what? I reach the glass door and see that it wasn’t just her face that was covered in blood, it was her back her chest; I could even see stab wounds.
I breathe hard and shallow breaths, I am scared and shocked. Just so many emotions come to mind and I can only say so little. “She was already dead.” I say shuddering as a tear rolls down my cheek. “No shit Sherlock and you’re next.”
At those words I look up and see the reflection of a man in a ski mask pointing a gun at me. I turn quickly raising my hands in surrender until flashes of red and blue appear across the lot and shots are fired at this man. Thank God! A bullet grazed his arm and he fires a shot at the glass door behind me. He notices he is too late to kill me and sprints across the lot to the left and through some bushes. The cop car pulls up next to the entrance where I was and two police men get out, one with a gun and aimed at those bushes the man left through and the other one coming up to me asking me questions. After the first cop realized the man had escaped through the bushes and into the backwoods he calls for backup on his radio.
The cops informed me of what was going on and I had never felt so stupid in my entire life until today. Jim was a convicted felon who had murdered a liquor store clerk the same night his wife left him. He escaped from prison and obsessively wrote about me in angry letters he would give his councilor in jail so that gave them the hint as to where he would be. His wife worked at this Walmart and by some crazy stupid chance I had parked myself in the same place he had murdered his wife. Of course he took advantage of this and called my show and made my night hell.
I quickly learned that the douche bag that tried to get in my car earlier was Jim ___. I was just absolutely dumbfounded when the police showed me his picture.
I gave the cops the recording of the show tonight and the security footage from my cameras as well. I even kept copies to go over how the hell he broke my fuel line and how managed to do all this to his wife without me knowing where he was at all times. Turns out I parked underneath a damn manhole so this fucker accessed my fuel line through the damn sewers.
The next day I get the van from the auto shop and drive home, once I am home I check to see if all my equipment was present and not sabotaged. Luckily everything was fine. IN my van I turn to face the front and look at the cup holder where I had left my coffee cup which was now covered in blood.
My hair on my neck stands and fear shakes my core. What the fuck did this asshole do to my cup? I see that on the side there is something written in sharpie marker:
Enjoy, Jason!
I am shaking as I slowly take off the lid and a pungent smell rises from the cup and what I saw next almost destroyed me: guys, it was a human heart cut in half.
And fuck no I am not giving a goddamn picture. That is the LAST TIME I am ever getting the fuck out of this van; the police have that heart and since then I have heightened my security with a camera under my van as well. Guys if you ever find yourself in this situation, stay safe and do not second guess your instinct, it just might save you from wackos like Jim.
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