THE VOICE ON THE RADIO

By: M.D.

 

This is a true (verifiable) story that happened to me and my daughters in June of 1991. My oldest daughter had been in a softball tournament in Atlanta, Georgia. We live in Sale Creek, Tennessee, about two and a half hours away. They were put out of the tournament on a Saturday night, so I decided to come home. It was around 10:00 pm and I figured to be home by 12:30 or 1:00. Several of the parents tried to persuade me not to leave, and even my husband, when I called him and told him I was coming home, said to just wait until morning. This was the day before Father's Day and my father was ailing. I knew it would be my last with him, so I came on.

Both girls were tired, so *Rose was asleep in the backseat and *Amanda had leaned the front seat back and gone to sleep as well. I turned the radio off. Around 11:15 pm, around Ringgold, Georgia, I saw these orange lights come on behind me. Thinking it was a Georgia State Trooper, I began slowing down even though I was not speeding.

This voice... clear and demanding, but not mean... came out of my radio (that had been turned off) and said, "Lock your doors." I raised my eyebrows and looked quizzically at the radio. Then it said, "Do not get out."

By then, I had stopped the car and was still looking at the radio. I hit the button to lock all doors and lowered my window about two inches. A man walked up to the side of my car and said, "Get out of the car, please." I could not see his head. Straining to see, I said, "My daughters are asleep and I'd rather not leave them alone." Then he looked into my window and said, "I said get out of the car... NOW!" The man had a pantyhose pulled down over his face. My older daughter, awakened by his voice, sat up and screamed. The man reached into his pocket and tried to reach into the car, but I floored it.

What I thought was a State Trooper turned out to be a roll-back with several other people inside. They followed me for awhile, but I lost them. I will always believe that an Angel of God spoke to me that night or I would have probably gotten out of the car. I no longer travel at night.

 

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