User Stroy: March 12, 2012
I have had Ghost Radar for about two years now. It’s been a fun app to play with.
From the first time I ran it until now, I have always just thought of it as a fun and interesting app.
But..(you know there had to be one).. there have been little quirks that I thought were strange.
About a week after I downloaded the paid app, we went to my grandson’s baseball game. On our way to the field we heard the tornado sirens going off. Everyone was scattering for their cars so we found our kids and left the field.
The storm was just west of us headed our way, and west was the way home.
I had forgotten that I had been playing with the radar and it was still running, and it said “bad”…. yeah ok, then “whether”. That hit me as odd and funny.
I turn it on all the time and just let it run and I always, always pick up something, lots of words, plenty of blips. But nothing weird since the tornado thing.
Then last month my husband and I were up in north Mississippi, at the hunting camp, in the woods. We decided to ride around and check out the damage from tornados up in that area last winter. Then he told me “Turn your radar on and we will stop by the cemetery.”
Up in the middle of nowhere, in those woods is an old Native American cemetery.
Well I say old, but it is still in use, there is a really old section and a newer part.
I walked around the cemetery looking at the headstones that were still readable in the old part, then walked to a stone that I noticed was only a year and a half old. It was a beautiful headstone with a picture of a fairly young man on the front. He was the chief’s son, and had passed the October 2010. As we stood there reading the stone I hear “closer”. Ok naturally I took a step back!
We moved on to the older part of the cemetery once again and were reading some more stones and I hear “native”. So I said yes, then “rise” “up”. Ok time to go.
I was done after that and we headed back to the camp where we started dinner.
My DH was cooking steaks and sweet potatoes on the grill and was in the middle of wrapping up the potatoes. He asked me what to put on them as he had never cooked them before.
The radar and I said “butter” at the same time.
After that it was just a bunch of bleeps and words that had no relevance, but that thing talked wide open till we went to bed.
I get allot of words when I sit on my back porch at night.
Last night my husband I were talking and I heard “tears” then “disaster” then “mass”.
My husband had just returned from a funeral of a friend and co-worker who, though relatively young, had died of a massive heart attack.