Whispering voices
Before I started University, I stayed with my sister and her husband for a week or so. The first night I was there, bedded down on the sofa, I became aware of voices whispering at the limit of hearing. I tried to ignore them, tell myself I was imagining them, but it was no use. So I decided to see if I could locate them.

After moving around the room and listening carefully, I triangulated them and realised that they were coming from the TV. With relief I jiggled the on/off knob, and decided that it hadn't been turned off properly. But no, I could still hear them. OK, time for the big guns: pull the plug out of the wall. Hah! Answer that!

Oh shit - I can still hear them! The TV set is possessed! I'm going to be bumraped by the rotting corpse of Bruce Forsythe!

I spent a long, tense night trying to block the voices out with a foam pillow that was about as thick as a sheet of paper. In the morning, I related the tale to my sister and her husband, and laughingly he explained that Brighton, being hilly, had had a very early form of cable TV, back in the 1970s, and being such a primitive and brute-force system it had enough power to drive the TV loudspeaker directly, even when it was switched off.

Arse.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 17 Sep 2012, 11:10, 1 reply)

I like this. Suitably spooky setup with a suitably logical explanation. Have a click.
( Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Mon 17 Sep 2012, 13:07, closed)