I was living in this mother-in-law apartment in San Leandro, right off 150th & 580. It was a nice little apartment right beneath the main house. Kitchen stove bedroom closet - nice bachelor pad.

1 night I turn off the lights. I hear this….whispering. RIght out of the horror movies, sounded like all these tiny tiny voices overlapping each other.

I started searching for the source.

Turns out it was my Aiwa stereo. It was turned off, but it was still broacasting sounds. Which ended abruptly when I pulled the plug, & returned when I plugged it in.

If I had been in my 20’s (I wasn’t I was nearing 40) I probably would have thought some crazy ass nonsense like that, tried to exorcise it or some such stupidity. Glad I’m smarter now.