Walkie-Talkie Worries
I worked at an all-boys summer camp for a few summers. We used radios to communicate. Now, I don’t know much about radios, but these were not your everyday walkie-talkies that one buys at Walmart. They had a crazy far radius—I’m talking miles.
I could be at a hiking spot many miles from camp and would still be able to reach out. Our camp was the only group that ever used that frequency, and I don’t think anyone could just hop in and talk or listen to us. One night, I woke up to static from my radio. I could barely make out someone saying something.
This went on for a few minutes before the voice became easier to understand. I was dozing in and out of sleep with this sound in the background. My co-counselor woke me up asking if I had heard that voice on the radio. He quickly got down from his bunk, grabbed the radio, and turned on the lights.
The kids in our bunk were waking up. Everyone sat in silence with the static on in the background. I’ll never forget what I heard next. This voice sounded like a young girl…
“Help me I’m stuck.” I ran the radio to the office, where more counselors had already gathered. They all had heard the same thing, and the static was still there. We woke up all of camp and did a headcount and a radio count, but nothing was out of the ordinary. We never found out where it came from or who it was.
We called law enforcement, but they couldn’t do much about it. I worked there for a few more summers after that, and every once in a while the static from my radio would wake me up. It would always freak me out. Story credit: Reddit / (gigamonster2014)