Bless Your Heart

Voice From Beyond

Saturday night we got home late and Jon crashed right away. The house was quiet. I was brushing my teeth and washing my face, you know, the typical before bed routine. That’s when I heard it. A man’s muffled voice sounding like he was talking through a walkie talkie. At first I thought it was a police officer on a p.a. patrolling the streets or something. Then about 10 minutes later I heard it again. Then I knew we were being ambushed by organized killers with a fondness for mobile communication. I nudged Jon “Honey- there’s a man breaking into the house. And he has a walkie talkie!”. Jon just shushed me and rolled over. I barely got any sleep because I just knew the moment I closed my eyes was when they’d make their move. Every 10 minutes or so I’d hear it. Spooky. It wasn’t until the next day when I found out where the voice was coming from.

Most of our belongings are in boxes stacked way high in the dining room. We had to dig around a little to find our Cranium game to take to game night Saturday. Apparently something got jostled somewhere and activated some battery powered device of Satan. A game or something. So now, every 10 minutes I hear this muffled, metallic, male voice. I can’t tell what he’s saying, and thankfully the batteries are dying. Now it’s all distorted. It sounds like Charlie Brown’s teacher is stuck in a box in our dining room. It’s slowly.driving. me. insane. Mwah wah wah weh whaaaa. Arrgh!