wife Alicia’s, but nobody else had verified it. It could be to do with an EVP linked to another event, because the words uttered by the woman bore no relation at all to what he described was happening to him.
Elena opted to take a tranquiliser, and go to sleep: she’d spent many days running on only a few hours sleep, and her body was beginning to accumulate too much mental and physical overload. Although it was something she wished for, each time she lay down in bed she could not get the memory of Carlos out of her head. She even, on occasion, reached out for him. But Carlos was gone forever: he was dead.
Bzzzzz... Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... Bzzzz...
‘What’s that sound?’
She looked towards her bedside table, and was able to ascertain that it was the little radio she usually carried around with her when she woke up in the mornings: whilst she had breakfast, whilst she showered, whilst she got dressed... But she had not turned it on.
‘Perhaps I forgot to turn it off this morning.’
Bzzzzz... Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... Bzzzz...
That second series of little noises awakened something in her memory, leaving her glued to the bed with terror, incapable of moving a single muscle.
‘It’s the same sound we got on the EVP recorder; the sound that Carlos described to me so often.’
Petrified in her own bed, and unable to even scream for help, she listened as her radio searched with the dial by itself , passing rapidly from one station to the other, without stopping on any.
‘Oh my God!’
The radio stopped its demented course, as if it had now found the exact frequency. There was a brief silence, during which the only thing she could do was control her breathing, gripped by fear. All of a sudden, Carlos’ voice came out of the small device:
“Elena... Help me... I’M IN HELL!”
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Elena opted to take a tranquiliser, and go to sleep: she’d spent many days running on only a few hours sleep, and her body was beginning to accumulate too much mental and physical overload. Although it was something she wished for, each time she lay down in bed she could not get the memory of Carlos out of her head. She even, on occasion, reached out for him. But Carlos was gone forever: he was dead.
Bzzzzz... Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... Bzzzz...
‘What’s that sound?’
She looked towards her bedside table, and was able to ascertain that it was the little radio she usually carried around with her when she woke up in the mornings: whilst she had breakfast, whilst she showered, whilst she got dressed... But she had not turned it on.
‘Perhaps I forgot to turn it off this morning.’
Bzzzzz... Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... Bzzzz...
That second series of little noises awakened something in her memory, leaving her glued to the bed with terror, incapable of moving a single muscle.
‘It’s the same sound we got on the EVP recorder; the sound that Carlos described to me so often.’
Petrified in her own bed, and unable to even scream for help, she listened as her radio searched with the dial by itself , passing rapidly from one station to the other, without stopping on any.
‘Oh my God!’
The radio stopped its demented course, as if it had now found the exact frequency. There was a brief silence, during which the only thing she could do was control her breathing, gripped by fear. All of a sudden, Carlos’ voice came out of the small device:
“Elena... Help me... I’M IN HELL!”
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