A little blue house

 

Our first house was a little blue house that was
built in 1948 for Navy housing. (The house was close to the base.)

The air conditioner was loud when it was turned on, and I remember
that anytime I was lying in bed, in our bedroom, I heard what sounded
like a radio when I knew there wasn\'t one on. I got up a few times
checking what my husband was listening to on TV, and the TV wasn\'t on or
the programming didn\'t match what I was hearing. Could never make out
what they were saying...my husband said it may have been UFOs (he
sounded like he was almost positive of it. I wasn\'t convinced.)

When my son was around 9 months old, I accidentally locked myself out
of the house when the front door closed behind me when I went outside
for some reason. I don\'t even know how that happened. I frantically
tried to open the front door to no avail. I ran to the back sliding
glass door. Locked tight. My son was in his playpen at this time playing
happily, but I was hysterical. No one was home at the houses on either
side of my house and there was no house across the street. I was too
afraid to leave my baby that long. I ran around to the front door,
trying again. No good. Ran to the back again, and cried out for my
deceased grandmother (who I was very close to ) to please help me. A
second later, that heavy sliding glass door finally opened, and I was on my
hands and knees praising God, and thanking my Grandma. I had never
been so scared in my life.

We are now in our third home, and have stayed in other places with
loud air conditioners, and I haven\'t heard \"voices\" like I heard at
that little blue house.

I used to think I may have been picking up radio signals, because that
is how they sounded!