The Radios

We have still been hearing the footsteps in the hall. And the occasional out of place voice.

But what happened yesterday, kind of shook me.

Marty was getting ready to go for a walk. Which he does from time to time as we have 21 acres of densely wooded property. He got out the two walkie-talkies and turned them on, handing me one. (We do this in case I need him while he is on the lower part of our property.)He then picked up a camera, and we talked for a minute before he left.After he was gone about five minutes, the walkie-Talkie went off with a static female voice.You couldn't make out what it said. But my blood went cold. It was my voice.Marty responded with, "What did you say.?"Cari and I just looked at each other. Marty had thought that was me. The static voice once more tried to speak. And again we couldn't make out what was said.I grabbed mine up and keyed my mic. I said, "Baby, that's not me."Then my radio went silent. Absolutely no battery left. Cari and I just looked at each other. Like, what just happened? I guess three minutes passed and Marty came back in the back door. "What did you need?, My radio just died." WHAT?! After talking with him. We found out that he never got my response of, "Baby, that's not me."His radio just died, Exactly like mine had. Well, we decided to take all the batteries out of the radios and put them in the charger. So once again, he left. This time taking the cell phone.Not five minutes after he left, one of the radios tried to key the mic............with the batteries in the charger. Cari looked at me and said,"Make sure those mofo's are OFF." After checking all four. None had been left on.

Now I know this is a radio frequency, and other things can be picked up.Cell phones, scanners, ham radios and such. But not with my voice. Everything else can be explained all you like. But three of us know that was my voice that came over that radio yesterday.And I wasn't talking.

Footsteps

This is just a quick update. But it was something relatively new to me.

My daughter in law has been telling me for years that she hears footsteps at night. Their bedroom is at the end of the hall, and she hears these footsteps in the hallway. Well, I have never had the opportunity to experience this, until the other night.Marty and I were getting ready for bed. We always go to bed before the kids. So we were doing our nightly routines. I head for the potty, then Marty shows up to use the potty also. I heard Marty coming down the hall, as I do every night at this time. He came on into the bathroom with me. Then we listened to our son Chris, hurry down the hall into their room, then back up the hallway to the living room. Chris is a rather tall guy. And you could tell by the footfalls that he had a big stride.We had just finished up in the bathroom and went into the living room to say goodnight to the kids. I expected to see Chris just sitting back down.But to my surprise, he was sitting. I asked if he had just been down the hall. He says, "no." Marty and I just glance at each other and leave it at that. After we got into our bedroom, I asked Marty if he had heard Chris hurry down the hall while we were in the bathroom.He too listened to the exact same thing.As usual, we just let it go and go to bed. I mean, what else can you do?