Dark Frequencies

Our very being is tuned into frequencies that are dimensions beyond the Hertz scale, beyond even Tesla's wildest imagining. It ebbs below our consciousness, teasing us with fragments of words and broken thoughts. At times it's more visceral, like the roar of an electric guitar, manifesting itself in the wondrous deeds of honor or horrendous acts of depravity. Adjust that dial to a different frequency and catapult a lonely dweller of the nether regions from the cacophony of shadows into the arms of angels, or simply transport someone across the street. But God have mercy on the poor, misguided souls who turn that dial all the way to the bottom, where the numbers have faded and the static has died. Down into the dark frequencies. Down to the where the monsters live.