The town that I grew up in was an old farm town. Pretty much every house was an old farm house. Ours was one of those.
When I lived in that house, it was just my dad and me. He worked for a car manufacturing company and it was a long drive for him, so he would end up leaving at like 4 am. I was still in high school and I would get up around 6:30 to get ready. After that, I would wait in the living room for my ride to school (the room faced the road).
My dad was a huge stickler on turning off all electronics before I left. I always made sure I did this because I knew he was struggling with bills a little and every bit helped. As I stood at the window, the house was completely silent.
A few minutes went by, and I heard a very very faint sound. I tuned my ears in on it and I could hear that it was a female voice. It sounded like she was carrying on a conversation but you couldn't hear the other person respond. It was hard to make out anything she said but there was one word in a sentence that I did. Scissors.
At the time, we had a satellite dish. Thinking that the signal had gone out and that the tv was actually on, I bent down and hit the power button. The tv turned on. That freaked me out a little but I tried to gain courage to investigate.
I tuned in on the voice again, still not being able to make it out. It sounded like it was coming from the corner of the room that the phone was in so I moved that direction. When I got to that corner, it sounded like it was now on the other side of the room. When I went there, it moved again. I decided to call it quits because I saw my ride drive past.
When I got home, I told my dad what had happened. He told me that about a week earlier he heard a soft voice too but couldn't hear exactly what it was saying.
Just a little additional information that I don't know if it has any connection to the story - we had renovated the living room. The house's first floor was laid out in a way that you could walk in a circle because all the rooms connected by door ways. My dad walled off one doorway and turned the other room into his bedroom. As we re-drywalled the living room, we found all kinds of old stuff hidden in the walls. Old jars, bottles, a diary (it was unreadable), a wedding dress above the doorway, an empty jewelry box, and when we pulled up the carpet - a newpaper from when JFK was assassinated.
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