ok last one I promise, its just that i dont check this board often anymore so I gotta get it outta me while I remember.
This one is a personal experience.
My grandpa had just come back from one of his many tours of America as I call them. He was in the living room retelling the stories to my dad, I was in my room with the door open sorta practicing guitar but I was really listening lol. On his travels he met a Hmong man who said he knew about a girl that could read fortunes. I forget if he was in Wisconsin or Michigan. Anyway, so my grandpa went to go see this girl.
The reason why he went to go see this girl was while he was in Minnesota, he was a guest on some Hmong Radio station. When he and the Host took a certain call, all they heard was static. My Gpa still had the original tape from the conversation. When he played it for my dad, you hear the Host say (in hmong of course) "Hello, you're on air.... ....hello hello you're on air what's your name? .... hello? ..... hmmm i guess we lost them" well thats what my grandpa and them heard, on the recording on the tape, all those spots with the pauses.... (and i get chills remembering this) was some crazy squeaking/squeeling foreign backward sounding language.
"Hello, you're on air.... crackle/squeeel agh unggaar....hel
lo hello you're on air what's your name? inghak reeeee.... hello? argik eeeiiiiiiii umolgiiii..... hmmm i guess we lost them"
I stopped playing with my guitar.
My grandpa took the tape to the girl. Now she claims that she can't actually tell fortunes or communicate with the dead. She has a little golden buddha who only she could talk to tell her these things and she just told everyone what it said. When my grandpa showed her the tape, she waited till it was over.... then said. "That's the voice of the dead, they were talking to you from the other side. They want to ask you how you're business is going to affect those on the other side." My grandpa was thinking about starting a new church, that's why he was on the radio.
Now comes the creepy part, as my grandpa keeps playing that horrid sounding tape over and over and over, my dad doesn't buy any of this btw, all a sudden, u stop hearing the screeching noises. My grandpa goes... "What?
Listen! it's gone!" and it was.... I put down my guitar and joined everyone in the living room. That's right the
living room.