My friends and I made a plan to go out to Possum Kingdom Lake State Park recently. It's a state park that is two hours away. It was a fun drive out but the place wasn't all that great. In fact, it was fairly boring and buggy. Instead of trying to make it work there, we decided to go driving. We visited Breckenridge, Vernon, Burkburnett, Waurika, and Ardmore. Basically, we went west, then north, hit Oklahoma for a couple hours, and went home.
On the drive out to Possum Kingdom, we listened to songs that we could get off the internet. At a certain point, we lost service and had to switch to the actual radio. We listened to the radio stations we already knew most of the day, but when we were heading north, we had to find new ones.
We eventually settled on this station called The Bear. It was playing 80s and 90s music, mostly 90s. Occasionally the DJ would tell us the weather. We were being followed by the bad weather all day and we thought it was pretty funny. We liked the station though. The guy had an awesome voice, we thought his way of speaking was interesting (and kind of funny), and we knew we would continue to have it for a while, because it seemed like they were based on the border of Texas and Oklahoma.
We settled into the station and the music while we were talking, joking, and all but swooning over anything remotely cute or pretty. The station had become part of the car's atmosphere. We had just been listening to it for that long.
At one point, we all quieted as we were looking over some prairie land, drawing ever closer to the border of Texas. The skyway behind us was dark but it hadn't yet started to flash with lightning. We were just admiring the view and enjoying the fact that we were out in the middle of nowhere. That's when the radio crackled out and a female voice said either, "You don't have to lock the doors" or "You never have to lock the doors".
We all caught it, confirmed it with each other. It was weird, primarily because The Bear was in mid-sentence, this other voice came out, and it was right back to The Bear. We were willing to write it off as the station cutting out though. I thought we would have to change it soon, but we didn't. We stayed on course for a long time. The radio didn't crackle again until we were much closer to Ardmore.
We have used a ghost box before and the voice seemed a lot like that. It was crackled and swift. The lady spoke clearly but she didn't sound like she was acting. It didn't sound like a commercial. I don't know why anything would tell us we didn't have to lock the door but I can't shake the feeling that it was abnormal.
Also, at the end of our trip, my best friend and I went into a restroom together. She said her neck was hurting and asked me to look at it. She had a really jagged and large scratch down her neck. She told me she had no idea where she could have gotten it from. We were in the car pretty much all day.
Whether the scratch and the voice were related or not. It seemed pretty odd. We all heard it. We've played with a ghost box before and it seemed a bit like that. It had the same sound and that's the first time I've ever heard a radio break like that in all my years of road trips. I know it's a small experience but for some reason, it feels significant.