Radio (Story One)

He heard things, strange things coming from the radio.

"You may think I lost my mind and not believe me. The cops didn't believe me why should you? But I beg to differ. I know what I heard. I heard it coming from the radio, and even though i'm in police custody right now, being here wont save me from what comes next."

That was the last thing Timothy said to his lawyer before he was found the next day, dead. Apparantly, forensics couldn't  figure out how he died. It wasn't suicide because Tim didn't have anything to kill himself with. He wasn't killed either. Nobody visited him during the small amount of time he was detained, his wife Marie was notified of his encarceration, but didn't visit him because she was out of town, and besides according to the coroner he had only been dead about a half hour before his body was found by a guard, apparently the guard had gone off for coffee and a donut. Investigations as to why Timothy killed his best friend are still unclear to the LAPD. An Investigator found Tim's radio shortly after the investigation began. It was an antique 1939 Lafayette Bakelite Tube Radio. There was an odd feeling to the radio, though. The radio seemed brand new almost like a replica, but that wasn't what disconcerted the investigator, instead it was the odd atmosphere bestowed to them as he delved deeper and deeper into Mr. Timothy Clawford's one floor two bedroom home. The interior of the Clawford residence was filled with candles. The candles seemed to have been placed in specific areas of the living room almost in a ceremonial manner. The antique radio was located on a countertop located next to the kitchen which was connected to the living room. As the investigator grew  accustomed to the candles, he noticed strange drawings on the walls of the living room. He saw figures resembling people wielding spears, small huts, animals, but as the investigator reached a part of the living room that was less brightly lit by the candles, he was unsettled to see people in a circle around a fire, all their heads looking up at the him. Their faces seemed to have faded a bit resembling the faces of dead and rotting corpses.The Investigator couldn't help but whisper "What the f**k?" Most if not all of the faces also looked as if they were melting. Suddenly as the investigator turned away from the creepy looking faces he heard a faint chanting. As he searched where the sound was coming from, he noticed the radio turned on. He quickly searched for and followed the cord to disconnect it, but was shocked to find out that the radio wasn't even plugged in! Finally as the chanting grew louder and louder almost as if the people chanting were inside the very living room he was occupying, the invetigator grabbed the radio, briskly walked outside to find many police cruisers and policemen all around him, he drew the radio above his head and threw it on the ground. The radio gave way and was destroyed. He looked up at the other officers who were staring at him curiously. "You okay Walter?" Said one of them. "Yes, I'm fine," responded Walter. A few hours later after the police thoroughly searched the home, Walter returned to the house to see if he could find anything the police missed. After feeling pleased that he didn't find anything unusual or misplaced in any way, he walked back to the front door, until he felt that maybe photographing the strange paintings on the wall could be a clue, so he drew forth his camera and started taking pictures of all the paintings he could find in the living room. As he got to the one painting he despised the most, he quickly raised the camera to his face, but as he was about to take the photograph he noticed something unusual about the faces of the people painted. He lowered the camera from his face, and walked closer to the painting as if drawn to it, and found that all the faces of the people encircled around what looked like a camp fire were completely melted off. Even the fire itself seemed as if it was put out. He hesitantly took the picture and quickly walked out of the house and through the front door and into the cool Los Angeles night. 

Author's Note

what are your thoughts about it? Yes, I know it's short, so sue me. 8)

Reviews

[Yours Truly]

You have seem to written this like you were telling it at a late night campfire. It has more of a narrative feel to it. If that was your goal then good. The story does interest me and it is starting to get a little creepy. I wouldn't worry about it being short because sometimes simpler and shorter is better.
If you unpublished the next chapter, you've got me interested enough to read it.