In July of 2009, I bought a previously owned mobile home and relocated it onto my parents' property where my kids and I have lived since, and where most of our paranormal experiences have taken place. The following are music-related.
The first time I heard music in my home and couldn't find the source was Christmas evening that same year. I had been visiting with my parents and had just gotten home at 9:40pm. My kids were gone, so it was just me. When I opened my living room door I could hear music; not TV or radio music. It was more like whistling (think Andy Griffith) or like an instrument of some kind. As soon as I stepped into the living room, the music stopped. Believing it was our ghost (http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=10678), I said something like "That was different. What were you doing?" but didn't get a response. The whistle didn't come from a TV or radio; none were on. My desktop computer was on, but the speakers weren't, and it was on a website for purses. I know the noise came from inside my home because my dog Braxton walked up onto the deck with me and he didn't act like he heard anything at all outside. It was only after I opened the storm door that I heard it. And like I said, as soon as my foot hit the threshold, the whistling stopped.
While meditating one night in June of 2010, I could hear conversation in my living room, along with old-fashioned piano music. I could hear the voices as plainly as if the TV was on, but low enough that I couldn't clearly understand what they were saying. I tried to isolate just one voice, and it came through pretty loudly (not yelling, more like a volume that had been turned up), but I still couldn't make out what was being said. I do know the voices weren't talking to me. It felt residual... They were just carrying on a conversation with each other. I could see the scene in my head as if those sounds were occurring in a saloon that just happened to be in my living room. I could almost imagine the tinkling sound of glass. It wasn't a solid sound, more like something that I should hear if I was really hearing sounds coming from a saloon. When I heard the tinny piano music, I imagined someone at a bar or a piano with a glass in their hand. That's what I should have heard and that's what my mind was trying to supply. The other sounds were distinct as well, except for not being able to decipher what they were saying. The saloon sounds went on for what seemed like at least 15-20 minutes but when I'm meditating, I lose track of time, so it could have been anywhere from 5 minutes to 30. Because of how busy (aka noisy) my work day, I try to keep my house as quiet as possible. When my kids are gone, I have no intrusive noises. I wasn't even listening to any music while meditating.
About a month later at 11:55 pm, I was sitting at the computer, chatting with zzsgranny before getting ready to call it a night. All at once I could hear voices coming from my right side. It sounded like a ball game was on. The voices were staticky, not too loud, but loud enough that I had no problem hearing them. I've always thought it was a baseball game because of the time of year, but whatever game was being broadcast was fast paced and action filled. There was no other sound except the click of the ceiling fan. All electronics in the living room were off, except my computer.
Between 2010 and 2015, I have no record of any musical oddities. Until November 16th when I was woken at 1:45am and couldn't go back to sleep. While laying there, I heard music. It wasn't just instruments, there were females singing. The TV and radio were not on and I can't hear my kids' TVs, especially when my bedroom floor fan is on, as it always is. I never figured out what they were singing.
August of 2016, I was trying to get to sleep when I heard music in my bedroom. Like before, I couldn't identify the music, but it sounded instrumental. The music lasted about 10 minutes and then just faded away. This isn't the first time I have heard this type of music, but I never put it in my Journal. It was definitely prior to 2016; between 2010 and 2014. A few of those times someone else heard the music. The first time I had someone else witness it, I even turned off my fan and we still heard the music. On at least one of these occasions my kids weren't home, so I know it wasn't music coming from another room through the vents.
Not very often, but occasionally I get to hear music I enjoy. Like January of 2017 when I was woken around 5:00am, blessed with rock music, KISS style. The only words I could make out were definitely rock style. It sounded like it was a radio station because after the first song I heard had ended, I heard a DJ say "Mark Conway" and "summertime". The radio then continued playing rock music. After another song or two played, another commercial came on. After the commercial was over, the radio became very staticky and loud. Eventually I said, "Okay guys, either tune it in or turn it off." Finally, the radio went off. I have only one radio in the whole house which hasn't been plugged in for over 2 years. None of our gadgets were on: my phone was on the charger, tablet was dead. No TV on, nothing that could explain the music. It was loud enough if it had been an actual radio station, my son should have been able to hear it and would have yelled for me to turn it down, and it would have woken my, at the time 2-yr-old, grandson. For the record, I did Google Mark Conway. To my surprise, there is an Irish musician named Mark Conway. I listened to a couple of his songs and really enjoyed them.
Within a day or two after being woken by rock music, I was tormented with Bluegrass Gospel. I don't like Bluegrass at all. Thankfully this didn't last as long as the rock, nor did it appear there was a hidden message in it. Just music. I just had to ride out the blasted Bluegrass.
The last time in 2017 that music was heard was in August. I was laying in bed waiting on my little one (grandson) to wake, when he said, "What was that sound?" I thought he was asleep until he looked up at me and asked me again. I told him it may have been the fan. He sat up, cocked his head a little and said, "No, the fan doesn't sound like music. This is a song 'whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa' like that," he said. I didn't hear it but don't doubt he did.
The music started again in April of this year. One night I clearly heard what sounded like music coming from the living room. We were all in bed, nothing that could be playing music was on. A few nights later, I heard the words "the wind up and pitch!" I don't know who was playing, but it sounded like Marty Brennaman (voice of the Cincinnati Reds baseball team for those not familiar with our sports). I didn't hear the crack of the bat hitting the ball or anything after that, just "the wind up and pitch!" which was very loud and clear. When I hear things like this, I always either lean up or move my head so I can hear well. The sounds don't go away when I do that.
Sometime between 9:00 and 9:30am early one May morning, while laying in bed, I heard females singing. I have no idea what musical genre it was; it was unfamiliar which basically means anything other than country or rock. The music was faint but sounded like it was coming from either my laundry room or kitchen, which are near my bedroom. I got up a few minutes later to go to the bathroom and the music had stopped.
A couple of days later, I was sitting on the couch watching Supernatural, when I heard what sounded to me like a radio commercial: men talking with background music. It definitely wasn't on the episode of Supernatural I was watching.
Around 10:00pm the last of June, I heard music again. I don't know what genre it was, but I could almost make out the words. I heard a male singer and a guitar but there didn't appear to be any backup singers or other instruments. I checked with my oldest son, but he didn't have music on in the living room. My 4-yr-old (grandson) was in bed with me but he didn't hear it. I could still hear the music when I sat up.
My last musical entry, for now, happened July 4th. It was 10:30pm when I heard the music. Again, I checked with my oldest son to see if he had music on in the living room and like before, he didn't. It took me a few minutes before I realized I know this song. It was Metallica's The Unforgiven. I don't believe it is a case of my subconscious supplying the song because for the previous three days I had Poison's Something to Believe In and Every Rose Has Its Thorn playing nonstop in my head.
In May of this year, I set my recorder when the boys and I left. When I finally had time to listen to the whole 7 hour recording, I heard a male (sounds like a teenager) say "check"; three different times a female said something, or made a noise, that sounds like a strong "t" (tuh); I heard whispering several times but it isn't loud enough for me to decipher. And I heard music, which made me very happy.