You moved out into a new neighborhood. Quiet, mostly families or old folk and seemingly secure.

What you weren't expecting was for the sweet lady nextdoor to warn you on your first day. Tales of the previous owner, an old and antisocial colonel, still haunting the place.

You had begun to settle into your new house. it was old but charming. While cleaning and reorganizing you had found an old radio system and to your surprise it worked.

You were listening to a random radio station that had some decent songs playing. Going about your day until the radio lost signal. You moved towards it, aiming to find the signal again as you toyed with the radio's wheel. You could hear the sound of voices from within the static, so you tried to tune it to hear them better. Suddenly, clear as day you heard a sentence, albeit chocked up.

"Leave. Leave, now!."