Understandable because this is the Internet, but I do not drink enough to be a successful fiction author. I’ve just had a very interesting life. I would certainly do that if the house was still standing. They tore it down about ten years ago. This was 19 years ago and like I said I thought it was just an old clock radio with the alarm that would wake you up to radio the old man may have plugged in up there. He was pretty senile before he went. He kept his mail in the freezer. He had a tendency to purchase repeat items he didn’t need like three of the same retro stereo or 20 cans of coffee each week. My ex and I had spent a couple weeks homeless so I wasn’t super tuned in and I thought he was messing with me. We never really had enough evidence to prove anybody actually lived up there. I mean the place was infested with rats and mice so that could have accounted for the noises and I figured they were just slowly taking the valuables out of the place. We didn’t stick around for more than a couple of weeks before his crazy mom ran us off. I just wrote it off as the overactive imagination of two people who were struggling and under a lot of pressure.