[chubs]

When I was 12, I'm 35 now... a friend and I were sitting on my bedroom floor, recording jokes on a tape recorder. It was about 10pm.

After we finished our little “radio show” we decided it was time to listen to our creation… so we rewound the tape and pressed play… tapes have a blank part in the beginning… so we waited for the start of the tape and our joke sketches…
After about 1 min… we concluded that nothing had recorded… and I said: “I guess it didn’t work…?”. That is when I reached over to press the Stop button… thinking we had done something incorrectly… and wanted to start over…


Well… my finger never made it to the button…. We started hearing a loud diabolical very low voice laugh… that went on and on… we both froze solid… the voice then said:
“ Good night Stephen, Good night Michel, sleep tight….ha ha haha….”

I jumped up and started running towards my parents that were in basement wreck room watching TV. My 7 year old brother was sleeping in the next room.

I met my father at the bottom of the stairs, he was taller than me at the time… I could see he was mad, because we (my friend and I ) were running and screaming through the kitchen at 10pm… and my brother was asleep…

I could not talk… I was stuttering and crying and could not explain to him what had happened…

When I finally calmed down enough to explain… they both looked at each other and then looked at me like I was in need of medication….

While this is going on… my friend Michel… grabbed a hammer and smashed the tape into 1000 pieces…

Well… as the title says… it’s been 23 years… and I pretty much think about this every day… especially at night… I sometimes wake up at night… feeling someone is watching me… or it pops into my mind when in my workshop…

So that is my story… It’s as vivid in my mind as the minute it happened… I just can’t understand what did this… or why really… why scrare the hell out of 2 12 year olds…

I have recently… (through facebook) contacted my friend who I had lost contact with later in life… I want to know what he remembers of this… and what he feels these days about this…

Has anyone else have something like this happen?