“This happened about 15 years ago. I called my friend up, and he wasn’t home, so I left a message on his answering machine.”<\/p>\n
“I said, ‘Hey, it’s me. Sorry I missed you, call you later. Bye.’ And then I hung up and left the house. I made no other calls. Later that day, he called back and he says, ‘Wow, that was quite a message you left. Who was that girl you were talking to?'”<\/p>\n
“I was like, ‘What are you talking about? I wasn’t talking to any girl!’ Well, as it turns out the message didn’t end after I said ‘Bye.’ I had to go over to his house and listen to this message a few times.”<\/p>\n
“After my initial message, there was a slight pause, and it continued on for another 30-40 seconds or so with me talking to some girl. It was my voice, but a conversation I never had-with a girl whose voice I didn’t recognize.”<\/p>\n
“You could compare it to the message I know I\u00a0did\u00a0leave, and the two voices were indistinguishable. Not just the voice but, you know, talking mannerisms. It was\u00a0my\u00a0voice, along with references to my occupation and activities.”<\/p>\n
“Basically, in this conversation, I was talking to this girl about going skiing but I had to go down to my shop and work on a car first, which totally correlated [with what I was doing]. Then, the message just stopped. It was recorded on one of those digital answering machines that recorded the message to a chip, so there was no tape I could have taken and had analyzed, unfortunately. Also, neither I nor my friend had party lines so that’s not an explanation. It was very freaky, I can’t explain it.”<\/p>\n\n
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“This happened about 15 years ago. I called my friend up, and he wasn’t home, so I left a message on his answering machine.” “I said, ‘Hey, it’s me. Sorry I missed you, call you later. Bye.’ And then I hung up and left the house. I made no other calls. Later that day, he called back and he says, ‘Wow, that was quite a message you left. Who was that girl you were talking to?’” “I was like, ‘What … <\/p>\n