Voices in my house

 

As I was drifting off to sleep last night, curled up in the cold sheets of my guest room bed, I was startled by some loud voices. I immediately woke up and strained my ears to try to make out what they were saying. It sounded like two females arguing a few rooms away. 

My immediate thought was that I'd left the TV on downstairs and that it was my FM transmitter blasting it through my upstairs speakers. I ruled that out for a number of reasons: One, I remembered actually turning the TV off. Two, it would have been blasting continuously and I would have never made it down the hall without realizing that I'd left it on. Three, it has to go through a mixing board to go to the transmitter, and on that I'd also turned down the volume much earlier, so as not to have to listen to the My Pillow guy at full volume. 

Anyway, I knew I was hearing voices, in my house, and they weren't from the TV. Next I thought it could be the cats, having a very loud fight. Sometimes they get pretty vocal. But these were actual words I was hearing, and the voices sounded very human, though I couldn't make out if it was English or some middle Eastern or European dialect. They were muffled by several walls, but still distinctly very present and distinguishable as human and female, arguing about something that I just couldn’t make out. 

I had the thought that perhaps I was being robbed or prowled upon. I kind of dismissed that idea, as it seemed unlikely that anyone doing that would be so obnoxiously loud about it. But I entertained the idea for a moment and considered going to the closet in the bedroom and fetching a rifle. I was just getting warm in the bed and figured it would be to much work, so I just lay there and considered what other possibilities might exist. 

Random RF signals from a competing transmitter, like a ham radio or trucker with a CB, possibly. Not even remotely a possibility. Nothing is going to get in between my transmitter and my receiver. The antenna is only feet away and the radio is tuned to an unused frequency. Even if the frequency was being used, my signal would cover it up. If my transmitter went offline, there would be dead air, or at best some faint signal, bleedover from another distant FM station. This did not seem likely, as my transmitter failing would be more likely to just allow a lot of static from the unused frequency to play over my receiver. 

My final option, and the one I have come to accept, was that I was having an auditory hallucination. It was either that or the cats had picked up a middle Eastern dialect that they’d been keeping from me. I couldn’t fathom why my brain would do such a thing, but, oh well, things have been failing on me for a while now. Maybe some wires were getting crossed up in my attic. They stopped talking eventually and I gave up trying to reason it out. Oh, and I dreamed something last night, but it was completely erased upon waking up this morning.