Day 722

My parents vinyl collection came primarily from charity shops and car boot sales, places where they could buy a bunch of rarely-known or recycled discs for mere pennies. They got some proper little treasures along the way - solo tracks never before heard from famous artists or mucked up recordings from the studios that included them swearing up a storm for one missed note or forgotten lyric.

This all stopped after they were killed in a car accident. Three car pileup caused by some unlicensed old man who fell asleep at the wheel and drove straight into them. It took several years before any of us could bring ourselves to look at their old vinyl collection much less play a record.

After a few drinks too many my sister dared me to try and play one of our parents' decorative wall records to see if it actually had anything on it. It seemed harmless enough at the time and by all accounts it should have been, I mean they were just blank records.

They should have been blank. Neither of us expected the records to play let alone play what they did. At first it sounded like a song played backwards with someone whispering in the background. We reversed the way it played and heard a voice say hello.... so dark... where's Evie? Evie was our mum's name.

As a joke my sister replied to it, saying they passed away. Then the record's message changed and it began to ask us question after question. How, who, why, I can't see them so are you sure? We answered every one and heard the voice replied every time until I snapped and asked who the hell we were talking to.

The record stopped playing for several tense minutes before it responded with Angela. I asked who she was and where she was, hearing the record play I was a librarian...53....sitting by the fireplace. We both turned to the fireplace, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. My sister asked how long Angela had been sitting there. She said they hung it on the wall... Evie talked to me... We will go find her... she needs to come home.

From that moment on we didn't hear anything from that record or from any of the records. They all played blank- even the ones our parents purchased from online retailers. It seems Angela took every voice with her to go find our parents, whatever that means.

We don't know what will happen when she brings them home.

I don't plan on sticking around long enough to find out.