So this happened when I was about 15 years old, I believe.
For years, actually as long as I can remember, I could hear voices when I "listened." If you don't know what I mean by that, you probably can't understand. But I call it channel 1 and channel 2.
Channel 1 is the normal way you hear things. Channel 2 is the other way. Sorry, if you don't understand what I mean by that. I'm not expert enough in this stuff to explain, or even to defend it as a real thing. I have no idea how it works, but in channel 2 you can hear all kinds of things; voices, music, moaning, laughing...
It all sort of depends on what is in the air around you at the time. Some locations are thick with it, some aren't, but it's all there in the wind. That's when I heard it best, anyway.
At night though, when the wind is blowing, mostly it's just voices. Not a single voice, but a distant babble hard to ignore - because it gets louder if you listen close and it's hard not to listen in the dark. Worse, if you listen too close in the wrong place on the wrong night, other things started happening. Mostly at night, but not always, as in this story.
This happened in broad daylight. I was laying in bed at my brother's place. It was a small apartment on Mather street he shared with my cousin near the Fox River in Green Bay, WI. I crashed there sometimes. Well, this particular day, the voices were very loud and I was very tired because I had been up all night, but I couldn't fall asleep because the voices kept getting louder beneath me until it felt as if the bed was shaking under me.
Now, that might seem terrifying at first glance, but it had happened before, and I had then, and still have, a simple rule about weird stuff: If someone else didn't see it, feel it, or hear it, then it isn't real. Zero exceptions.
So, the wind is blowing outside, and I'm trying to sleep, and for almost an hour I tried to ignore the "hallucination" keeping me awake until, tired and frustrated, I got out of bed and went into the living room where my cousin Todd was talking to a couple girls who lived nearby and were over for friendly flirting or whatever.
I asked if Todd could come talk to me for a minute in the bedroom. He agreed and followed me into the room where I shut the door behind him.
"What's up?" Todd asked, (I'm paraphrasing. I honestly don't remember exactly what he said.) And I asked him to sit down on the bed a second.
And that's about as long as he did sit down before he jumped up like something but him and started cursing and staring at the bed.
Cutting into the story a second; another of my little rules regarding weird stuff is that I never tell someone with me what it is I see or hear. I ask what the person with me sees or hears, so I know they actually do see or hear whatever it is I think I see or hear. Lol.
Sorry, if that's seems sort of burdensome, but it's the only way I can really know for sure they are being honest with me.
Trust issues? Possibly. But that doesn't mean they aren't out to get me.:)
"The bed is $&@! Shaking!" Todd said.
At which point, feeling entirely vindicated, I pumped my fist and said, "I f&&$ing knew it! I knew it!"
Then we swore a lot more (we were both teenagers and thought that made us adults I suppose) and the bed eventually stopped shaking, and I felt very pleased with myself, and Todd decided the house was haunted, or more likely I was haunted.
But that didn't ruin my mood because this had been going on for years, and hurray! I wasn't crazy.
And then it started getting dark.
I realized all those nights I heard voices and the bed was shaking might not have been hallucinations. And I started wishing I hadn't had Todd come sit on the bed.