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He reached a heavy blast door at the bottom of the basement level. As the door hissed open, the music reached a deafening crescendo—a screech of violins that sounded like a scream.

"I... I'm picking it up, Snake," Otacon’s voice crackled, sounding genuinely spooked. "It’s coming from an unlisted frequency. It’s not digital. It sounds like a pipe organ... but played through a meat grinder. It’s classic , the kind they used in those 1970s slasher films." musica_de_halloween_de_terror_musica_de_miedo_p...

Here is a short story that weaves those two worlds together: The Phantom Frequency He reached a heavy blast door at the

A sound was bleeding through his . It wasn't the usual burst of encryption or Colonel Campbell’s gravelly voice. It was music—low, discordant, and ancient. I'm picking it up, Snake," Otacon’s voice crackled,

Snake took a breath, closing his eyes to block out the hypnotic sway of the mask. "Music or not," he said, clicking off the safety, "the show's over."

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