Whispers in the Frequency: The Broadcast of Blood

The old, wooden house stood at the edge of the forest, its windows shrouded in mist as if the very air held secrets. The night was silent but for the occasional howl of a distant wolf. Inside, Huang Li and his wife, Jing, sat in their cozy living room, a flickering candle casting long shadows on the walls. It was a typical night, until the radio clicked on.

"Hello, is anyone there?" The voice was smooth, almost lulling, but there was an undercurrent of something sinister in its tone. It was the voice of Radio Ghost, a local radio show that broadcast at midnight, a mix of eerie music and whispered tales of the supernatural.

Huang Li had always been a skeptic, but Jing, on the other hand, was a believer. She had heard tales of the show’s supernatural origins, tales of listeners reporting strange occurrences after tuning in. But tonight, as the voice of Radio Ghost droned on, something felt different.

"Are you listening, Jing?" Huang Li asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

She nodded, her eyes fixed on the radio. "Yes, I can hear him. It's strange, though. He's talking about... a curse."

A chill ran down Huang Li's spine. He had heard the stories about Lullaby Huang, a woman who had cursed the radio station with her tragic tale of love and loss. She had been in love with a man, but he was betrothed to someone else. In a fit of jealousy, she had set the station ablaze, killing everyone inside. Ever since, the radio had been haunted by her ghost, broadcasting her lullabies at midnight, a warning to those who dared to listen.

The voice of Radio Ghost continued. "The curse is real, and it's coming for you. You must leave this house, now."

Jing's eyes widened. "What are we supposed to do, Huang? Run away?"

Huang Li hesitated, then nodded. "We need to find out who's behind this. It can't just be a ghost. There must be someone."

As they gathered their belongings, they heard a creaking sound from the attic. Jing's heart raced. "It's the ghost," she whispered. "It's here!"

They sprinted down the stairs, their footsteps echoing in the empty house. Huang Li turned on the lights, revealing the attic door slightly ajar. "Stay back," he said, pulling out a flashlight.

The door creaked open, and they saw a shadowy figure standing there. It was the ghost of Lullaby Huang, her face twisted in rage, her eyes glowing red. "You won't escape my curse!" she screeched.

Jing stepped forward, her voice trembling. "We didn't mean to disturb you. Please, we just want to understand what's happening."

The ghost's eyes narrowed. "Understanding is not for the living. You must leave this house, or face the consequences."

Just then, the radio crackled to life again. "You have one hour to escape. The curse is coming for you. Run!"

Huang Li and Jing knew they had to act fast. They grabbed their bags and ran out of the house, the ghost of Lullaby Huang's curse closing in on them. As they reached the forest, they heard a loud crash behind them. They turned to see the house, now on fire, the ghost's voice echoing through the night.

They ran deeper into the forest, the radio broadcast still crackling in their ears. "The curse is coming for you," it repeated. They didn't know who was behind the broadcast, but they were certain it was tied to the curse. They needed to find a way to break it.

Hours passed, and the night grew colder. They stumbled upon an old, abandoned cabin in the forest, deciding to seek shelter. Inside, they found an old, dusty book. It was a copy of a cursed journal, detailing Lullaby Huang's story and the origins of the curse.

As they read, they discovered that the curse was not just a supernatural phenomenon; it was a dark spell woven from the blood of Lullaby Huang's ancestors. The only way to break it was to perform a ritual using the blood of the cursed, and the only person capable of doing so was Huang Li, the descendant of Lullaby Huang's bloodline.

Jing looked at Huang Li, her eyes filled with fear. "You mean... you have to be the one to break it?"

Huang Li nodded, his heart heavy. "Yes, Jing. I have to. But I need your help."

Together, they performed the ritual, their hands trembling as they pierced their own flesh. The room was filled with a dark, smoky cloud as the curse was lifted. The ghost of Lullaby Huang appeared before them, her eyes no longer red but filled with relief.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for breaking the curse."

With the curse gone, the ghost of Lullaby Huang faded away. Huang Li and Jing walked out of the cabin, the forest now peaceful and silent. They had faced the supernatural and survived, their love tested by the darkness that had threatened to consume them.

As the sun rose, they found their way back to their house, which had been rebuilt and restored. They settled back into their lives, their bond stronger than ever. The radio of Radio Ghost had stopped broadcasting, and the curse was finally broken.

But they knew that the world was filled with mysteries, and that some of them could not be explained by science. They had faced the ghost of Lullaby Huang, and they had won. However, they had also learned that some curses were not meant to be broken, and that sometimes, the truth was far more terrifying than any ghost story.