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Back in the 90s and pre-internet, I knew nothing about numbers stations. One time I borrowed my dad's hefty portable radio, which he used for listening to Vin Scully doing the play-by-play of Dodgers games, but it was the off-season, so I took it for a few months.
Back then I lived in a cabin right on the edge of my town, and I'm a night owl, so I was utterly alone one night at around 2am, when I came across one of these numbers stations right in the act of doing its' thing with a robotic female voice, just for a few minutes before regressing to static noise.
The whole experience spooked me, it stayed with me. On subsequent nights I scanned the dial again and again, to see if I could stumble across this thing again, but I never did catch it live again. It was years later that I found The Conet Project website and finally knew what the hell that transmission was about, sort of.