A quick funny story to finish off your day and mine: On the way to the bus stop this morning, Mom and I heard faint voices. (Ahem... I'm really tempted to say, "voices, ever so faint," but that's just not really my style) She double-, triple-, and quadruple-checked that the radio was turned off- but the voices continued, mystifying us both. They were quiet enough that if she hadn't said something, I might have thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me. One of those voices sounded awfully familiar...
"We have ghosts in the car," Mom joked to me after checking the radio yet again.
"At least they sound friendly," I replied just as one of the spirits laughed loudly. Hey, I laugh loudly...
I was still hearing voices an hour and a half later when I got off the bus and headed to my office. I searched through my backpack until I found my little digital recorder, which I use sometimes when I interview people. Sure enough, it was the source of the supernatural disembodied voices. It also explained why I recognized my own laugh.
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