Here's a passage from a murder mystery offers a very nice take on uncanny media.
It begins with a police officer listening to another one over a wire:
Her voice was low and even, expressionless. The speakers hollowed it out, underlaid it with a whispery echo, and in the background there was a rushing sound like some faraway high wind.
I thought of those ghost stories where the voices of the dead come to their loved ones from crackly radios or down telephone lines, borne on some lost wavelength across the laws of nature and the wild spaces of the universe.
It's from Tana French's Into the Woods (2007), page 389.
(thanks to Kevin for the recommendation)