It was after 1 am. I was contemplating bed when I became conscious of voices. Very quiet voices. Outside? Why would there be voices outside my house? It’s set back from the road. The road is a dead end. Who would be likely to be wandering in the dead of night at the end of a township road when the only things there are a few houses and then the sea? Who indeed? I went into the conservatory. I could still hear the voices but even more quietly. I went outside. The evening is absolutely still with not a breath of air. I came in and the voices were there again. I never have the radio on. The televisions were all off. Then I realised the voices were coming from the guest bedroom. The alarm clock had sprung into life and put the radio on. Who slept in that room last? He who did knows! Spooky. Very very spooky. Believe me.