The Shadowed Frequencies: The Unseen Calls at Night

In the desolate stretch of runway where the old airport now lay, the control tower stood as a silent sentinel to the skies that once buzzed with the roar of engines. The airport had closed its doors years ago, its grand terminal a relic of a bygone era. But the control tower, with its glass-encased control room and the steel-reinforced console, remained standing, a remnant of the dreams that once filled the air above the tarmac.

Engineer Liu had always been fascinated by the old airport. His job took him to the tower regularly to inspect the systems, but he never understood the strange feeling that came over him as he stepped into the empty room. The silence was oppressive, a void that seemed to swallow every sound. Yet, in that silence, he heard whispers, faint and unidentifiable, like the ghostly echoes of forgotten conversations.

One night, as Liu stood at the console, his fingers brushing against the cold metal of the buttons, he heard a voice. It was not a sound that could be heard, but a sensation that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. The voice was not spoken in words but in frequencies, a series of tones that seemed to hum within his very bones.

"Who dares to disturb our domain?" the voice echoed through the console, its tone both curious and menacing.

Liu's heart raced. He had no idea what he was hearing, but he knew it was not of this world. He had read about the tales of the control tower being haunted, but he had always dismissed them as the ramblings of superstitious workers who had been there too long. Now, standing before the console, he realized the truth of those tales.

The frequency hums grew louder, more insistent. Liu's mind raced. He needed to understand what was happening. He reached for his radio, intending to call for help, but the device was silent, the battery dead. Desperation set in as he realized that he was alone with whatever was in the control tower.

The voice grew clearer, almost as if it were trying to communicate with him. "We have been waiting for you," it said. "The time has come for you to answer our call."

Liu's eyes widened. He could feel the chill of the air around him as if it were the touch of something unseen. He had always been a rational man, but now he was at the precipice of the unknown. He decided to face the frequency, to try to understand what it wanted.

He keyed the microphone, his voice trembling. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

There was a moment of silence, then the voice replied, "We are the ones who watched over the airport. We saw you come, we saw you go. We are here to remind you of the past and to ask you to protect what remains."

Liu's mind raced. He couldn't understand the message, but he could feel the urgency in the voice. He needed to do something, to help, to understand. He decided to document the frequency hums, to try to translate them into something that could be understood by the living.

As he worked, the hums grew stronger, more insistent. He felt a presence, a presence that was not of this world. It was with this presence that Liu began to understand the true nature of the control tower's haunting.

The hums were not just sound; they were a language, a code that had been forgotten over the years. Liu spent hours trying to decipher it, to make sense of the cryptic messages that seemed to come from another dimension.

The messages spoke of the airport's history, of the lives that had been lost and the dreams that had been shattered. They spoke of the pilots who had come to the airport, who had been met by the silent guardians, and who had vanished without a trace.

Liu's resolve strengthened. He knew that he had to protect what remained of the airport's legacy. He began to document the messages, to share them with the world, to ensure that the memory of the airport would not be forgotten.

But as he worked, the presence grew stronger, more demanding. The messages became more urgent, more dire. Liu felt a sense of foreboding, a sense that he was being called to do something more than just document the past.

The final message was clear and concise. "We need you to protect what remains. The time is short. The darkness is coming."

Liu knew what he had to do. He would share the messages, he would ensure that the airport's story was told. But he also knew that he had to be ready for what was to come, that the darkness spoken of in the messages was real, and that it was coming for the control tower and everything that remained of the old airport.

As he finished his work, Liu felt a strange calm come over him. He knew that he had been chosen for a reason, that he was to be the one who would protect the secrets of the control tower. He left the tower that night, his heart filled with a sense of purpose, his mind brimming with the knowledge of the supernatural world that now lived within the steel and concrete of the old control tower.

And so, the control tower remained, a silent sentinel to the skies that once buzzed with life, now a place where the unseen calls of the past continue to echo through the empty halls, a reminder of the supernatural that lies hidden in the ordinary.