Ghost in the machine
Picture this: It’s 1 am on the second night we’re in the new apartment. B is in Israel, Zoe is asleep in her room, I’m asleep in mine. The silence is broken by a noise coming from the baby monitor, a cough. But not a little baby Zoe cough, a grown up male cough.
Through the baby monitor positioned in Zoe’s room.
I figure that chances are slim that someone actually made it into the apartment without me hearing anything, so I don’t really freak out, I just go in her room and look around. No psycho killer, which is a positive, only Zoe, who is fast asleep, and definitely not coughing like a 40 year old man. I also can’t hear any coughing coming from another apartment or outside. So I chalk it up to a fluke and go back to my room.
Where I hear coughing on the monitor.
I go back into her room and listen at the wall, to see if maybe the monitor is picking something up that I can’t hear. Nothing. I move the monitor from near the wall where it’s hanging and put it on the floor in front of the crib. Then I listen at the floor to make sure the noise isn’t coming from downstairs. Again, nothing.
Former Snell apartment resident, Stephen King, commenting on local paranormal behavior, expressed profound relief for having survived his Santa Clara sojourn. “Material for books galore, but I almost …” — You don’t really want to know what he had to say, do you?
As I mentioned yesterday, you should listen to the episode of This American Life about the joys of baby monitors picking up cell phone conversations. Check out: Episode 278 – Spies Like Us. http://www.thislife.org/pages/descriptions/04/278.html (Free to listen to, requires Real Player). I love this radio program!
You are so tough and all. I wouldn’t mess with you.
Now you have a ghost in your Finding Nemo cell phone too!