Sep 20, 2026 · 46 min · 8 segments
**The Study of Quiet Things is a serialised gothic folk-horror mystery, written & narrated by Harriet Loveluck.** Sophie Hamilton's twin is missing, and the last trace of her leads to a crumbling…
His early observational evidence, the little he has gathered, points to a strong possibility that EMF in the town is too high.
But he has yet to formally test his hypothesis.
It would be an interesting study, he thinks.
to measure the vibrational thought frequency generated by a group of negative thinking people clustered in one location.
Could the mere fact that so many people in the small town seem to be afflicted with some form of malaise, from depression to apathy, combined with the sheer contagiousness of negative energy, play a part in the suicides? An epidemic within young, susceptible minds? Or, and this is his big question, are these low moods, as he originally hypothesized, created because of the super high frequencies emitted from 5G towers? And are these high frequency waves interacting with the radiation emitted from the old coal mine upon which this town was built? Adding the coal mine into the mix is a stretch, he knows.
But something might be happening in this town to amplify the higher the normal EMF frequencies, the much higher the normal suicide rates.
He tuts to himself, as if such a tragedy could be simplified into data and statistics.
He surveys the land through the windscreen as he drives, the immense mountain ranges surrounding Langellen, and wonders if, somehow, the EMF frequencies are held in, maybe amplified by the topography of the land.
And what about the giant wind turbines standing sentinel in every direction? Although they do not create electromagnetic frequencies, they emit low frequencies and infrasound, which absolutely could add to the depressive and agitated state of most of the rather, how can he put it politely, odd residents he has encountered.
He sighs.
Kai realizes now that this is a much bigger project than he originally thought when he packed his overnight bag.
His hope of pointing a finger in his peer's face with a big fat, I told you so, bunch of data stacks is ebbing away with the enormity of the task at hand.
This project isn't going to take a few days to test.
It'll take months, maybe even years, to gather enough evidence across multiple locations to understand if EMF interacts with the topography of the land.
But even if he does complete his study, and even if he can prove the link to suicides in this town, in other hotspots, would it make a difference? Because the bigger problem is that people just don't care enough to ditch their Wi-Fi or mobile phones.
Convenience rules over intelligence, he thinks.
He wishes people would realise these microcomputers they keep in their pockets, near their crown jewels, for God's sake, emit frequencies that activate a cellular stress response, like the ants on the coach house wall, and they can actually break DNA strands.
There are papers on it, proper medical papers, and yet...
It is still considered a pseudoscience.
There have even been experiments on rats to prove, conclusively, there is a link between EMF and cancer.
And yet, only yesterday, Kai saw a mobile phone playing white noise in a baby's pram, emitting deadly frequencies right next to the child's soft, squishy head.
He sighs out again as he drives, and Mabel joins in with a mule of her own.
He thanks her for her support, and Kai realises he is more than a little under-equipped for this substantial study.
But perhaps this trip might not be a waste of time.
Not a complete waste of time, he considers.
His early observational evidence, the little he has gathered, points to a strong possibility that EMF in the town is too high.
But he has yet to formally test his hypothesis.
It would be an interesting study, he thinks.
to measure the vibrational thought frequency generated by a group of negative thinking people clustered in one location.
Could the mere fact that so many people in the small town seem to be afflicted with some form of malaise, from depression to apathy, combined with the sheer contagiousness of negative energy, play a part in the suicides? An epidemic within young, susceptible minds? Or, and this is his big question, are these low moods, as he originally hypothesized, created because of the super high frequencies emitted from 5G towers? And are these high frequency waves interacting with the radiation emitted from the old coal mine upon which this town was built? Adding the coal mine into the mix is a stretch, he knows.
But something might be happening in this town to amplify the higher the normal EMF frequencies, the much higher the normal suicide rates.
He tuts to himself, as if such a tragedy could be simplified into data and statistics.
He surveys the land through the windscreen as he drives, the immense mountain ranges surrounding Langellen, and wonders if, somehow, the EMF frequencies are held in, maybe amplified by the topography of the land.
And what about the giant wind turbines standing sentinel in every direction? Although they do not create electromagnetic frequencies, they emit low frequencies and infrasound, which absolutely could add to the depressive and agitated state of most of the rather, how can he put it politely, odd residents he has encountered.
He sighs.
Kai realizes now that this is a much bigger project than he originally thought when he packed his overnight bag.
His hope of pointing a finger in his peer's face with a big fat, I told you so, bunch of data stacks is ebbing away with the enormity of the task at hand.
This project isn't going to take a few days to test.
It'll take months, maybe even years, to gather enough evidence across multiple locations to understand if EMF interacts with the topography of the land.
But even if he does complete his study, and even if he can prove the link to suicides in this town, in other hotspots, would it make a difference? Because the bigger problem is that people just don't care enough to ditch their Wi-Fi or mobile phones.
Convenience rules over intelligence, he thinks.
He wishes people would realise these microcomputers they keep in their pockets, near their crown jewels, for God's sake, emit frequencies that activate a cellular stress response, like the ants on the coach house wall, and they can actually break DNA strands.
There are papers on it, proper medical papers, and yet...
It is still considered a pseudoscience.
There have even been experiments on rats to prove, conclusively, there is a link between EMF and cancer.
And yet, only yesterday, Kai saw a mobile phone playing white noise in a baby's pram, emitting deadly frequencies right next to the child's soft, squishy head.
He sighs out again as he drives, and Mabel joins in with a mule of her own.
He thanks her for her support, and Kai realises he is more than a little under-equipped for this substantial study.
But perhaps this trip might not be a waste of time.
Not a complete waste of time, he considers.
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