I had a buddy come over last night. We started talking about ghosts. He asked me if I ever heard of a spirit radio? I told him Nikola Tesla invented it. Tesla didn’t believe in afterlife communication.
Than one night he saw his mother in a dream, the clouds parted and she flew away into the sky; that mourning he heard the news that his mother died that night and his feelings about the afterlife changed: so, he invented the Spirit Radio.
He waited until I finished. He had a cautionary tale to tell. He began to speak in his Mississippi River valley twang. ” I have a buddy” he said, “who liked to goof off with his spirit radio”. He smiled. “Yeah, him and some of his buddies were having a good ol time on that thing _. You know how those things work?” he asked me.
I said, “yeah, there tuned to different frequency patterns than our man-made antenna waves”. He nodded his head. “That’s right” he said. “These buddies of mine were having fun with this damn thing one night. They ended up talking to something” he paused. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
“They asked it its name. It said its name is “Asmodeus” or something. They kept talking to it until they looked up the name online. It’s a high demon of hell, bad news. So, they quit talking to it. They, don’t play around with the spirit radio anymore”.
A wireless light bulb went off in my head. I wanted to get me one of these spirit radios. I wanted to meet the spirits that haunt this place. I wanted to get to know them. The idea resonated inside my psyche…