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(Created page with "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 i...")
 
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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."
"Great, ya broke it." [[File:Izzeh!.jpg|thumb|262px|The picture I took of Izzy a few seconds before the radio stopped]]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.
 
"Great, ya broke it." [[File:Izzeh!.jpg|thumb|262px|The picture I took of Izzy a few seconds before the radio stopped]]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.
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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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