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Dateline: Late 70's. My first job in broadcast, a 3KW FM/5KW AM radio station.
The station was built on farmland but the suburbs had grown to surround it. One day I got a call from a very upset but very sweet and very old woman. She was mad that she couldn't NOT hear our station. She had a lot to say so I heard her out, and it turned out she was convinced her toaster was possessed because it was speaking to her.
She lived at the back corner of our property. I had to go see for myself.
The AM station was a four tower array with different daytime / nighttime patterns. Both patterns had a lobe pointed straight through her house. The closest tower to her was all of three hundred feet away.
I was met with the specter of a vintage chrome toaster singing Cher's "Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves", clearly and unambiguously, directly to me. It. Was. Haunting. The lady was right!
Now I don't know if Satan exists or not but I was damn sure he wasn't gonna use my radio station as his unholy vessel. And I can't speak for Cher's relationship with the evil one but I suspect she was an innocent in all of this. Then the toaster told me the weather.
I was fresh out of garlic and crucifixes so I did some LC thing on the powerline and cleansed all the souls involved. Sadly it was before the movie Poltergeist so I didn't think to say "this house is clean".
The station was built on farmland but the suburbs had grown to surround it. One day I got a call from a very upset but very sweet and very old woman. She was mad that she couldn't NOT hear our station. She had a lot to say so I heard her out, and it turned out she was convinced her toaster was possessed because it was speaking to her.
She lived at the back corner of our property. I had to go see for myself.
The AM station was a four tower array with different daytime / nighttime patterns. Both patterns had a lobe pointed straight through her house. The closest tower to her was all of three hundred feet away.
I was met with the specter of a vintage chrome toaster singing Cher's "Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves", clearly and unambiguously, directly to me. It. Was. Haunting. The lady was right!
Now I don't know if Satan exists or not but I was damn sure he wasn't gonna use my radio station as his unholy vessel. And I can't speak for Cher's relationship with the evil one but I suspect she was an innocent in all of this. Then the toaster told me the weather.
I was fresh out of garlic and crucifixes so I did some LC thing on the powerline and cleansed all the souls involved. Sadly it was before the movie Poltergeist so I didn't think to say "this house is clean".
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