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The Ghost Radio
When the moon rises, the ghost radio plays.
The Ghost Radio
I think I am a haunted person. Strange phenomena seems to follow me around. It started when I was five, and it continues to this day.
My latest haunting is what I call “The Ghost Radio”.
I have a finished basement with a bedroom and bathroom, it is also a storm shelter. At first I thought I would sleep in the basement only when a tornado warning was issued. A local woman was actually sucked out of her house during a nighttime tornado, so I started to get a bit paranoid when the weather turned stormy. Pretty soon I got a big screen TV for the basement bedroom, and then one thing led to another and before I knew it, I was sleeping in the basement every night. I feel very safe down there, kind of like a rabbit in its burrow.
At least twice a week, sometimes more than that, I wake up from a sound sleep, and it sounds just like a radio is playing in the kitchen area upstairs, however I have no radio I can make out songs quite easily, but I cannot make out what the announcer says. Its always a male announcer too, never a female. I guess they would really be classified as a disc jockey, but for some reason, I do not think that is appropriate in this case.
There is jazz music and blues music. Lots of times I hear “Stormy Weather” I would say whatever it is, it does have a good sense of humor, and it knows what is going on. There is big band swing music, country western music, and even disco music…I kid you not. One Halloween “Witchy Woman” played over and over again. Its actually kind of funny! The sound wavers in and out like a bad connection, but I can always identify the song, and sometimes it is just as clear as a real radio.
After a song or two, the weather report comes on, but I can never really hear it. I can just tell by the way they are talking, it’s the weather report. Once in a while, it sounds like a radio talk show, with people calling in, but again, I can never make out what they are saying.
I have no radio in my house other than a clock radio in my bedroom. I live far away from other houses except for my mother’s house, and I doubt that she would be up at 3 am in the morning with the radio on full blast loud enough for me to hear. I’ve investigated that and asked her if she might be playing a radio loud enough for me to hear it at 3 in the morning and she just looked at me like I was nuts. It is not a fan, or irrigation equipment or the sound of traffic on a far off highway. This is deep country, all you hear at night is the crickets, the coyotes and the bullfrogs down by the creek, and of course the wind soughing through the pine trees, which could sound like music, but not an actual song. In winter it is totally silent, except when the wind picks up.
Many times as I wake up to the tunes on the Ghost Radio, Heidi my Yorkie Poo will also be awake, looking upstairs, wondering what that noise is. She knows its something very strange too, because at night she refuses to even go upstairs anymore. She never barks at the Ghost Radio, (although she will bark excessively at any other strange night sound). When Heidi hears the ghost radio, she whines a little and then she will cuddle up next to me and go back to sleep. If I am asleep and she hears it, she will lick my hand very softly until I wake up too. At least, I hope its Heidi licking my hand!
Numerous times, I went up the basement steps to investigate, and once I am half way up, the Ghost Radio turns off. I go back down to the basement, go back to bed and just as I am ready to fall asleep, there is goes again! I am so used to it now that I just fall asleep, and that’s always when it will get louder, of course waking me up once again. I think this aspect creeps me out the most, because it is something obviously intelligent, and it knows exactly what I am doing.
This is the 9th year I have heard the Ghost Radio, it started in the autumn of 2001. At least 5 other people have heard the Ghost Radio while sleeping in my basement. If I did wake up to the Ghost Radio while a guest was sleeping, I would not say anything to them about it, I would wait and let them ask the question., “Do you have a radio playing upstairs”? Needless to say, I do not have many overnight guests anymore. The Ghost Radio has scared everyone away! As soon as dark falls, they are out of here, like rats off a burning ship! Some friends. And it also makes me think that whatever the Ghost Radio is, it wants to scare everyone else away so it can maybe have me all to itself? So it can isolate me? Well, that won’t happen, because I still have my faithful canine friends. In the winter 3 dogs sleep with me, Sadie a German Shorthair, Xena, a feisty brave Jack Russell, and of course, Heidi my baby who is with me constantly. In summer its too warm to have all those dogs around me, so its just Heidi and me. All three dogs have heard and responded to the Ghost Radio. Xena, the Jack Russell, actually went upstairs to confront whatever the Ghost Radio is….and for the first time ever, she actually howled, ran back down the steps and hid under the covers! In fact, she insists upon sleeping under the covers. (Something that does not really thrill me, that’s why she and Sadie are banished to the granary during the summer months).
Our farm sits on a large granite hill. Someone told me the ancients believed granite hills were the best place to summon spirits. Maybe this is part of the problem. Maybe not, but I feel the location has to have something to do with it. As far as I know, no one has heard the Ghost Radio ever before. However, my mother’s house, which it right next door has a very haunted upstairs. I did not believe my brothers about this until one day when I was upstairs cleaning. I moved a bunch of boxes up onto the bed so I could vacuum where the boxes were sitting. I turned my back and plugged the vacuum cleaner in, and when I turned back around all the boxes where right back in their original position! This took less than 5 seconds! There is no way a human being could have moved that fast. Although this was somewhat scary, I did not sense anything evil in that upstairs, however my brothers told me their beds actually vibrated, and they thought levitated while they sleep in those upstairs bedrooms. Could there be a link here to the Ghost Radio? I do not know.
Could there be a logical explanation to everything? I like to keep an open mind. I know of people who could hear a phantom radio because of the fillings in their teeth, however that is not the case with me, I only have two fillings and they are both resin.
And, the only way you can hear the Ghost Radio is if you are in the basement. It cannot be heard from any other part of the house, which makes no sense at all. Whenever I slept upstairs I never heard it. As soon as the sun comes up, the Ghost Radio is gone, but then you think to yourself, “What about tonight?”
One final note. My brother Wilhelm died of cancer in 2008, he was only 35. It was something I never thought I would get over, my beautiful baby brother gone, just like that. Whenever we went places together, people would think we were twins because we looked so much alike. He was the builder of the house I now live in. About 6 months after he was gone, the Ghost Radio started playing Santana’s, “Maria, Maria” one of my brother’s favorite songs and, my middle name is Marie! Coincidence? It was the first time I ever heard that song on the Ghost Radio. Ever since that time, the Ghost Radio has gone on to play that entire Santana album, which was one of my favorites too. I just wonder, could it be my brother getting a message through to me that he survived death?
That’s what I think it may be, and now the Ghost Radio is no longer that scary to me. In fact, I think its actually quite a wonderful phenomena. Is there life after death? Yes, I believe there is I believe we go on, and on and on!
Goodnight, sleep tight!