1st Horror Stories Chapter 1: The Inheritance I found the radio during my first week at Blackwood Manor, my late uncle's estate. It was buried in the attic beneath moth-eaten blankets. It was a massive, vintage console, housed in dark, polished walnut. Unlike modern plastic, this felt heavy, almost organic. It had a row of pristine, glass-vacuum tubes and a large, amber-lit tuning dial. The text was in a language I didn’t recognize, and the speaker fabric was tattered, like an old bandage. I brought it downstairs and set it on a side table. It didn’t require electricity; as soon as I set it down, the amber light flared to life, casting long, vibrating shadows across the floor. It began to hum, a sound felt more in the teeth than the ears. Chapter 2: Tuning In Sleep refused to come. At 3:00 AM, the manor was silent, save for the rhythmic, low hum emanating from the parlor. I found myself drawn back to the console. The amber glow was brighter now, pulsing like a slow heartbeat. I re...