The Radio Entity

One July weekend my friend Izzy was over at my house for the night. We were listening to the Seth MacFarlane album my boyfriend had bought me a few days earlier. (I'm a Family Guy fanatic and she has a crush on Seth MacFarlane.) We sat my desk taking silly photos, chatting, singing, and all the random crap that girls our age do. My parents were out and my brother was at my grandmother's.

Suddenly the radio stopped. I slammed it with my hand, that usually fixed it, but it instead made an odd beeping noise.

"Great, ya broke it."

Izzy teased me. I rolled my eyes and was about to try to eject the disc when it suddenly started playing in reverse. We stared at it as it said "YOU...WILL...DIE..." The voice was not Seth's. It was a scary, low voice. Izzy ran to the wall and unplugged the radio. It did not stop playing.

Terrified, we huddled against the wall and we shoved it away. It said "SAAAAAATTTTTTAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNN IS WITH YOUUUUUUU." We started screaming and a neighbor ran over and asked us what was wrong. We told her our radio was possessed. She looked at us kind of funny, but she let us stay at her house. We dreaded spending the night in the same house as the radio.

The next day we took the radio down to the local radio shop. The guy said there wasn't a thing wrong with it. Izzy showed him the video that she had taken with her cell phone. He looked a little pissed because these things were happening and he didn't know what was wrong with the radio, but accepted the twenty we gave him for his trouble. He suggested we go see a better shop, which was in a town two miles away.

We rode our bikes with the radio in my backpack. The guy there couldn't help us but directed us to another shop.

So we ended up on a wild goose chase around the area until finally on our way to the 6th or 7th shop we decided that we needed to get paranormal help.

We contacted a psychic and gave her practically everything in our wallets. She said there was a woman trapped in the radio. We laughed that off nervously, but we could tell by her stern glance that she wasn't fucking around. She kept the radio for that night and gave it back to us the next week. There have been no problems since then, but Izzy gave it away to some pastor and we bought a new radio.

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