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Log 1:

Pulling up to the bridge, with it's half rotted struts, I had to remind myself, It's not the worst week I've ever had, but it's damn close... After all,l I've been in rougher spots than this, not that any of them left so much to be desired, so many questions, with answers that'd only lead to more questions. Looking up through the rampaging storm that had landed only an hour ago, the only thing that could still be made out were the lights at the top of the tower. It's just inconceivable how a small town radio station could afford such a state of the art transmitters. But I suppose if they've got contests running every week or so, it'd only be natural. No, nothing about this rutty place could be described with such a word. Nothing about it is normal. Creaking and warping underneat the suspension broke me out of the spell and I pressed down on the gas and got off that god forsaken bridge as quickly possible. The trek up the mountain was winding and without the canopy of the trees covering the chip sealed road, it would've been near impossible to see where to turn. Rounding the fifth bend, my conciousness fell back into my head, as anxiety started to sweep it away. Voices screamed in my head. First was my own, talking to one the victims parents. Her name was Alison Louise, 22. She'd listened to the same radio station every morning going to school, going to work, going home. She mentioned a competition they were holding, said she kne she'd win it this time. The next day, Alison and her car were gone. Police did everything they could, but there was no immediate evidence. No notes left, no boyfriends. ex's, enemies- at least to the knowledge of friends and family, no record or affiliation with shady folk. No witnesses, except her brother, the last person to have seen her. Threads started splitting, nearly a hundred, at least the ones I'd counted. WXM 83.2; the headquarter's station had been built on top of a mountain, overlooking a large town nestled in a valley, giving it's FM station a range of almost 50 miles, where people on the other side of the town could even tune in. But their AM station was something else.