AUSTIN, TEXAS - Roy had moved from a smaller market
radio station to a
larger metropolitan market and had to start on the graveyard shift. For a young married man this was a good opportunity. The shift came to him suddenly, one night
several days after giving the program manager his air check tape and resume he
received a phone call. The program
director asked if he could come as soon as possible. He apologized for calling so late, but something had happened and could Roy come in that very night to work? Roy knew an opportunity when he heard
one. As soon as he arrived he saw that
police were parked outside of the Station. A
young female Disc Jockey was standing inside looking distraught. She was speaking with one of the police
officers and when she saw Roy coming in she said, “Thank God you’re here. I
don’t want to be alone in here.” After the police left she told Roy someone had tried to break into the
Station while she was on the air. She
had heard a loud noise, she went to investigate, and saw people running away
from the side door that they had broken into leaving their burglar tools
behind.
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Roy asked her why would the burglars
leave in such a hurry. He did not want to insult the girl but he
hardly believed that her slight form would have intimidated the robbers. She
stated she did not know but that the police had told her that something had
apparently frighten them away before anything could be stolen. Roy stayed the
rest of the night, and then the next day the program director called him asking
him to work again the next night. That night was peaceful but the college aged
announcer had lost her peace of mind. She had to have every light on in the station, and had wanted Roy to
walk her to her car after the shift ended.
The next day, the program director told the woman that he
could not continue to pay for both Roy and her to work the night-shift, she
would have to do this alone. She
refused. The program director offered the shift to Roy who accepted it
eagerly. Roy was young and slim but
over 6 feet tall and felt he could handle himself. Arrangements were made for Roy to have a key to the building as
his shift started at midnight, this way the evening disc jockey was not forced
to leave the control room to let Roy in, as she was also nervous after the
break in. The first week that Roy was alone he would
hear sounds that he tried hard to dismiss as imagination. He heard what sounded like a key in the
door, and the door opening, closing and then footsteps coming down the hall
toward the control room. He would
investigate and find no one. He would
check the front door and side door and find both locked up tight. Roy kept this to himself, this job was what
he wanted and no spookiness would distract him. He told himself that the noises
came from cleaning people in the business downstairs, or perhaps sounds from the street
that he heard.
After some months of working various shifts he was told that
the night shift was his permanently.
About the same time a Soft Drink vending machine was placed in the
hallway outside the control room. The
constant light from the machine would shine in the doorway. He began to notice that between two and three
o’clock every night he would begin to hear the noises that were becoming
familiar to him. He also noticed that
as he heard the sound of someone walking down the hallway a shadow was cast as
through someone was walking in front of the machine. He would investigate frequently, but finding no one he continued
to keep these events to himself.
After about two months of his permanent position he began to
ignore even the shadow and concentrated on how much he enjoyed his job. One night at about 3:25 in the morning, he
was going into a commercial break after which he would read a weather
forecast. As he was reaching for a copy
of the weather forecast placed on top of the control board he noticed a
reflection in the Plexiglas stand. Reflected in
the glass was man standing behind him. Roy immediately thought back to the events
of the first night that he had been called into the station. The night someone had tried to break in.
Thinking someone had been successfully this time, Roy thought he was a dead
man. He whirled around to confront the
intruder and found that he was so frightened he could not speak. All the startled DJ could do was stare. The man in front of him had
dark hair with average features and no weapons. In fact the intruder was smiling, his bearded face drawn up in a
pleasant grin. Roy also saw that his
arms were crossed and he looked as through he was wearing a “hippy” looking
tunic. This was shocking to the young
DJ, but even more shocking was that as he looked the newcomer over he noticed
he had no feet. Looking back up into
the face of the other man Roy’s own face must have registered his alarm. The bearded man looked shocked, as through
surprised that Roy could see him and then … he disappeared.
Roy’s mind was in shock and he noticed that his commercials
were over with and he needed to put something on quick before he had dead
air. He put the first track he could
find without really paying attention to it.
Roy asked himself, did that just happen? What did I see? He was sure he had seen something and the
only logical thing it could be was an intruder. Once again Roy checked ever door and looked into every room
finding no one. Roy vowed to himself,
that he would never mention the event to anyone.
Months later, he did take the opportunity to ask what he
hoped sounded like an innocent question of the general manager. He asked him if he knew of any DJ’s who had
died while working at the radio station.
The GM could think of no one.
Then Roy asked if the GM knew any of the history of the building. All he knew was that the building had
belonged to another station, back in the 1960’s. The station at that time had been playing an acid rock format. The GM rolled his eyes at the mention of
that particular brand of music and departed, but Roy wondered if perhaps at
least one ex-employee of the ‘60’s funk and electric guitar station was still
around grooving to new sounds.
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