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The Voice
Here is one for Archive X, Gost Stories and Folklore: I call it: "The Voice"

In September of 1996 my father passed on. I had just married in August, the previous month. Everything was going fine until September 18, the day my father had a massive coronary. It was, needles to say, a shock to the entire family. Howeverso, this is not a story of how I was visited by my father from beyond, as it may seem that this story is leading you to believe.

This course of actual events as I perceive them took place shortly after his death. It has been very difficult, as some of you can imagine, moving in with someone after having lived on your own for quite some time (not to mention the added stress of the loss of a loved one...). As an added bit of plenty and of consequence, I found it difficult to sleep in the same room with my wife because she began poking me to stop my snoring... ...something to think about before you take the plunge. I was lucky, at best, to get a half nights sleep.

Later, I found peace in the living room on the couch in order to obtain the required eight hours. I think our kitten enjoyed the couch for the simple reason that I found her crouched at my feet every night. "It seemed as if this was going to be the safest spot in the house for a peaceful break from the insistant poking of a sleep deprived wife who enjoyed poking the hell out of someone who already has a problem breathing at night."

For as time rolled on and a few weeks went by …and now the good stuff, …I began to hear some pretty damn strange things...

It seems that when a floor is making creeking sounds, one can assume, "Hey maybe the house is settling, ...probably nothing to worry about." However, when the creeking seems to be applied at quick and even intervals, usually at the same time every night, one needs to reevaluate what is causing the frightening sound. You have to choose from two things: Is the noise comming from a common known source, or the uncommon ungodly unknown...

Oh, if you were wondering if this is a story about a creeky floor, you are sadly mistaken...as I nod my head toward your disbelief.

The real head banger here starts in late November to mid-December of 1996. To begin with, I had been having some pretty healthy nightmares. Please keep in mind that I am still sleeping on the damn, and by this time, the most uncomfortable couch.

You see, several times my wife would shout directions in the middle of the night, things like, “Did you feed the cat?” or “Does she need to go to the bathroom?” or “Is the bathroom door locked?” or “Did you lock the front door?” The answers I gave went something like this: “What?” “Who knows.” “Take a look for yourself!” ...always something to do with either the cat or a door...??? I guess a good husband would say, “sure honey!” I guess you’ve probably noticed by now, I’m not a good husband.

Okay, here it is ... I heard a voice call my name as loud as could be after waking up frantic from a bad dream and with sweat rolling of my forehead. Please, ...keep in mind that I was sure that I heard the voice after I was totally awake. After I heard the voice call my name, I sat up, and then got up, walked into the bedroom to ask my wife, "What are you doing? Are you coming into the living room and calling my name and then are you sneaking back into the bedroom and pretending to sleep?” (It seemed the only logical explaination, because she obviously enjoyed poking me for my selfless acts of snoring in my sleep ...and I thought, “Hey, it's gotta be her doing it.”) She replied, "What are you talking about, ...Listen, …I need to get some sleep. I have to work in the morning."

Well, I just stood there for or a moment or two, wondering what happened. I then began to think. All right, the stress of losing your father, beginning a new marriage, sleeping on the couch, trying to find a new job every couple of months in an economically depressed town like Buffalo, News York has got to be getting to you. So I went back to sleep to find the rest of that evening pretty uneventfull.

The very next night, I heard the same voice. It was very clearly a woman's voice. It called out my name two times, "...Michael, ...Micheal..." I guess I don't have to tell you how much sleep that I got the rest of that night. I nearly had to leave the appartment. Hey! I got it together and turned on the T.V. to watch some of those recorded X-files I had been saving on videotape. "I always say, the best way to cure a hang over is to get up early so you can start drinking!"

Over the next week I could not sleep. Between the nightmares I was having when I was asleep and the voices I was hearing when I was awake, you can imagine that there was no sleep in the near future of this young man. As I said, I stayed up at night for awhile, but I eventually began to get some sleep.

...A few weeks go by...

I did not hear any creeks or have any problem with voices over the past weeks since I began to get some sleep. Just as I was getting comfortable with my relaxed state of mind, I heard it again, ...only one time. The "Voice" cried out even louder than before, "Mike!" I didn't just sit up this time, I jumped up. But, as always, I calmed down and went back to sleep as I have now trained myself to do... Before going to sleep I said aloud, "This cannot really be happening, I am freeeaaking out Jerry."

I will leave you with only a couple of questions, while it is true that I have been under a great deal of stress, that in most situations could cause one to see things, “Is stress the only explanation?” I want to know this... Who belonged to the voice I was hearing? and ...Why was this perceived apparition in the room calling my name?

Today there are no voices; there really is no creeking within the floor either. There is nothing special happening, but for a few moments within the past several months, ...damn, ...I really was alive, ...even if it was with fear!

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