The Red X Broadcast

I found my grandmother's old radio. Static, then a voice. It read addresses:

mine, my neighbors. I unplugged it immediately. Next morning,

a red X on every mailbox. Nobody saw a thing. The frequency was

used in WWII for evacuation drills. Grandma's diary said: erase the X, or vanish.

I scrubbed my X. My neighbor left his. He's been gone

for four days. Car's still there.