So this is an absolutely true story.
The other night, I woke up at 3.14am - the mathematician in me wouldn't forget that time. Everything was quiet and dark, but I could hear a male voice. It sounded like a distant radio. Only one word every now and then was actually discernible, but it was a male voice talking slowly and deliberately as though talking on radio. It was a calm voice.
I lay in bed trying to make out the words, but couldn't make it out. It was - annoyingly - just too quiet to be made into sentences and understand what it was saying, but it definitely sounded like a male voice. Almost insistent like a DJ on talk show making a point. Rising and falling, and the odd word being discernible amongst the mumble.
After listening to it for a few minutes, I decided to investigate. My first thought was that my bedside radio had turned into on (or I had knocked it and turned it on) with the volume very low. But no. It was turned off. As was the radio the other side of the bed. I then thought of the spare room - maybe the radio in the spare room was on. So I got out of bed and walked into the hall. The voice got quieter as I walked out into the hall. No noise from the spare room. I walked through into the living room and all was silent. I looked out into the gardens in case there was anyone in the communal gardens just over the fence talk. Nobody around and absolute silence. I walked back into the bedroom and got back into bed. The noise was there again - a mumbled voice just too quiet to make out.
I fell back asleep pretty soon afterwards.
This has bugged me for a couple of days. Was it a ghost..?
More to come on this one, I'm sure...