This shabby brick building stands next to a transmitter array in a secluded corner of Winscombe Wood. The rusted fenced gate has not been opened in years, and there have been no signs of human activity or habitation in or about the small, hut-like building for decades
Yet this is the rumoured location of a numbers station which, it is said, has broadcast a seemingly random spool of numerals - all read in the same hollow, electronically-modulated voice - unceasingly since the early 1950s. This being the case, what spectral tenants yet haunt the site in the maintenance of its operation? And to whom - or what - are they signalling?
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