September 13, 2005
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CASPER AND HIS DAMN RADIO
Apparently, our house is haunted.
A couple of weeks ago, my wife woke up in the middle of the night, nudged me and ask if I could hear a radio playing. Being old and deaf, I informed her that I most certainly could not hear a radio playing. I said this in a manner that clearly conveyed that I thought she was crazy (I’m a very sensitive husband). This continued for several nights without me being able to hear any “out of place” noise at all. I was getting ready to see if a psychiatrist friend of mine might be able to prescribe some medication for her when, at last…
I heard it too. The night before last, we switched off the light and were laying there in the darkness. I nudged her and told her to turn her clock radio off. She responded with the glee of a person unjustly accused of murder who’s just been acquitted; “my clock radio isn’t on, slime ball.” So, I checked my clock radio. It wasn’t on. I made sure the TV downstairs wasn’t on. I then tried to systematically rule out every possible source for the sound. After doing so, I laid back down, and very quietly in the background… the sound of a radio was clearly evident. It eventually faded out and I drifted back to sleep.
This morning, at about
Creepsville.
I am actually somewhat enamored by the idea of having a radio playing ghost. My wife, however, does not share this view. I keep playing around with what kind of mythology I could create for this ghost. Perhaps someone from beyond is trying to reach us through cryptic radio messages. Perhaps the ghost just really likes top 40 radio. The possibilities are endless.
So…I propose a contest. I’d like to hear your thoughts about what the back story could be for our radio playing ghost. You could even name our ghost if you’d like. The winner gets an all expense paid trip to our home to perform the exorcism.
EDIT: We have a spectacular entry! Head on over to my friend Novemberreins’s site and read the harrowing tale of Rebekah and her beau Mark. http://www.xanga.com/novemberrein
Comments (25)
ooohhh…creepy. I’d be sleeping on the couch!
A similar thing happened to me once. I woke up in the middle of the night, hearing faint music. Turned out to be one of my son’s many electronic toys buried deep beneath a bunch of other toys. Somehow, it had shifted and bumped the “on” button. Either that, or we’ve got poltergeists with very poor taste in music.
I’d be finding me a new bedroom. Dude, that is creepy. But, I scare easily.
our ghost’s name is fred. i see him walk by the front door every so often, but he’s been pretty quiet lately. once he decided to rearrange the daughter’s bedroom, which has me hoping he’ll decide to clean the house when i’m not looking.
After having been the recipient of several “signs” that are unexplainable over the years, I ask. Is there ANY significance to the radio? The station? The music being played? Is there ANY history or connection to someone who you know that is gone? Or do you really have some complete “stranger” visiting you?
I stumbled upon your site and decided to comment because I like the topic.
I have ghost (or whatever you want to call it) in my house as well. He’s pretty quiet for the most part, but he does like to open doors and cabinets at night and turn the fan when it gets hot. I’m ok with him being there. I don’t feel a negative energy about it. I think there are a wide variety of explanations at to why something has decided to pop into your house at this point in time. I think energies can be connected with objects. Like, if maybe you recently aquired a new piece of furniture or something like that. But maybe not.
I guess by now I’ve made myself sound completely crazy, so I’ll go.
Have a good one.
-Manda-
Maybe he’s a former DJ…….
LOL ^^^ My brother and I are also experiencing things. The sound of the tv will go up and down, or my tv in my bedroom comes on, cabnets are opened, and we hear walking, and muffled sounds like someone is in the bedrooms – these sounds are so loud that we sometimes call out to each other, only to find that we are alone in the house…weird…..
Have you checked under the bed and outside the window to make sure no one has set you up?
Reminds me of the movie Hearts and Souls.
Gina used to listen to Casey Cassim play the Top Forty every Sunday. Regularly, she would dial the number in the hopes that this week it would be her call chosen for the dedication. She waited in vain. Slowly, her heart broke. She spent so much time trying to be “on line” that her friends faded away. Her boyfriend, Greg, couldn’t believe that she thought the radio was more important than he was. In anger, he lifted her radio and threw it out the window. Gina tried to catch it and fell out herself. The funeral was the following Wednesday. Only Greg didn’t attend.
Radio station WDED broadcasting nightly from Chateau LaBouff! What is the station format? Oldies like Johnny Angel and The Last Kiss or classics like Live and Let Die or I Would Die 4 U? If it’s old country like Hillbilly Heaven or Old Rivers, I think you’re OK. If it’s gansta rap, MOVE….NOW!
First time I’ve been to your site and I must already plead ignorance. I think I can kind of guess from context, but what is a back story? You should consider having a ghost some kind of honor ,but I tend to think like your wife…honor or not I would rather not…like a long boring recognition ceremony a ghost is only fun at first.
Oooooh give me a day or two to think about it, and I can so have a ghost story set for you. I LOVE writing ghost stories. hehe.
How long has this ghost been with you? Could he too be misplaced because of the hurricane?
Good thing I wasn’t drinking anything when I read your last comment to me……I would have sprayed my computer when I burst out laughing!
*LOL* You made my day! Thanks!
hmmm..I love it! If you have never seen the movie “Frequency”, you must rent it ~ you may not want to let your wife watch it though….but then again, you may not want to watch it alone…
I won’t be able to come up with a story until I’ve cooled off after viewing the pic of Accounting Dude. Hubba Hubba !!
okay it’s in my latest entry! lol I had fun with it. I had to reasearch your xanga to figure out where you were from… and then made up a bunch of crap. hope you like it. lol
I’ve had a ghost in my house for 10 years. I hear footsteps at night, and my attic light goes on and off and the attic door opens by itself, and other little things like that happen. My husband moved into my house when we got married, and I told him about my ghost and he chuckled , like any man who is in love does, and humored me. He did not, however, believe me.
Forward a few years, and a few too many nights that he had to get up either naked, or with his boxers on and check out noises for me, and he would not have fallen fall into the sensitive husband category either. Until, of course he heard the noises too. Now we both know there’s a ghost. We have not named the ghost, nor have we made up a story about him or her. However, now that you mention it, I think that would be a great idea! Imagine the pillow talk possibilities!
Let me know what you come up with for yours. I wish ours would play music….
We have a ghost at the music store where I’m employed. He/She occasionally plays pranks on some of my co-workers, but I haven’t had any personal encounters. Mostly you hear him/her walking around upstairs if you’re down in the basement. He/She has an obsession with water, too, and you will hear the water running in the upstairs bathrooms frequently when no one is up there. He/She will do things like turn the stereo system on full blast. One night (after hours) our co-workers from a satellite store were in the building to pick up stock and supplies for their store. As they were loading up (our loading dock accesses the basement) they heard the unmistakable sound of someone playing on one of the floor toms on a drumset upstairs on display. They were freaked out and left immediately. We have motion dectectors all over the store and they’ve never been set off.
Regarding your personal ghost, have you gotten any new fillings lately?
xoxoxo
Thank you for confirming that there are, indeed, some crazy folk around these parts.
It’s the copper-core wiring for the heating element in the tile in your bathroom picking up a signal. The weird thing is, the only thing it’ll play is the theme from Home Improvement.
Geesh… folks have gone WACKO since I’ve been away! LOL! Yeah…that November’s got quite an imagination! I’ll get my bible and holy water ready! Does that work on ghosts???
Take care!
lol glad you liked it. i’m so strange. I live in a small town called “The City of Tradition” ha. This little city is filled with over religious people and many ghost stories. They’re not told as much anymore. My goal is to tell them, and make some up along the way. it’s just fun.
A friend and I made up this big story about a ghost who’s wife killed him by tying him to a tiller and pushing him in the pond. We’re working on a film about the “ghost” we have “actors” who are going to talk about the time they saw him. Heh. It’s gonna rock.
We’re geeks. But cool ones.
HEH I have been trying to think of a good name for your ghost…All I know to call him is Casper the Midnight DJay.
I wonder if he takes requests???
I’m with the one who said she’d be sleeping on the couch…if you could sleep. I know the lights would be on for sure.
One time when we were living in the old town of Victoria, Texas my husband and I were driving around town looking at christmans lights, we cut across a bridge over the creek in the country and out of the brush we saw a ghost cross the road. We were speechless. We both agreed it was definately a ghost we saw.. There was no explaining it…it just WAS.
Well, by the time we got back to town I just had to tell everyone I knew and try to get people to go back with me and investigate it. But when they questioned my husband he denied it…said it was webworms falling out of a tree or something. I was never so mad at him.
When I think back I still get mad at him for denying it. But, for the record…when we’re alone…he admits it..just can’t explain it so he doesn’t like to think about it. It’s that itelligent mind at work….has to have an explaination for everything. But as for me…some things just are.
And for a tiny fee of all the Jack and coke I can drink…I’d gladly come do some Ghost Busting.
I just had to post on this subject, even though your post was from last week.
I live in a 109 year old farmhouse, we bought this farmhouse from the original owners 7 years ago. Honestly, this house had been in their family for 102 years! We moved in in late Aug of 1999 and right off the bat we would hear little noises, but did not worry about anything, after all, this was a 102 year old house, floors creak, doors creak, ect, ect. It wasn’t until that Christmas that we came face to face with our “little ghosts”. We had finished opening gifts, which we do way too early every Christmas morning, since the kids just can’t wait. The new toys were laying all over the living room floor, and the kids had gone upstairs to get out of their PJ’s and get ready for the day of family visits. Mike, my husband, and I were drinking our coffee and just enjoying a few quite moments before the insanity of way too many family members descending upon us, when all of a sudden one of the toys we had given our youngest son started up and was running up and down the livingroom. The toy was a remote controlled race car. We figured that our son had taken the remote with him and was making it go from the stairway. I left the room to get to the stairway to scold my son and tell him to get dressed when my husband called me back to the living room. When I came back he had two items in his hands, one was the remote control, and the other was the batteries which had been taken out of it. And yes, you guessed it, the toy car was still running up and down the living room floor! We were really freaked, and rather than scare our kids, we decided to open the small closet door and let the car run right into the closet then close the door. The car ran for about a second or two more, then stopped.
Since that first time, we have heard other toys being played with when our son was not home, and other toys “come to life” when no one was around to play with them. We have also seen a couple of little boys in the corner of our eye from time to time, coming down the stair way, or playing on the porch of my house. We are no longer frightened by it, we figure they are just facinated by our sons toys. We did find out from the previous owners that their grandmother had two sons that died in childhood, here at the house!