Communication Through Speakers

I realize that people here will probably think I'm nuts, but I swear on my immortal soul that this happened. I'd decided that communication was the only solution to my problem with the Shadow People, so two nights ago, I began trying to make contact. Last night, I finally got a response and even I couldn't believe it was happening even though I was sitting there, hearing it.

Last night, I went into my room with a flashlight and what I admit was false courage. It was 11:00 at night, I know for sure because I took notes in a notebook to track time and any responses I may have gotten. Unfortunately, I don't have a digital recorder or camera that may have caught some of the responses, just what I wrote in the notebook.

I sat on my bed and opened the notebook, pencil at the ready with my flashlight tucked in tight to my side. I kept the light off and the door closed to shut off any outside influences. I posed a general inquiry of, "If there is any entity present please make yourself known..." I waited and got nothing. I tried time and again, asking things like, "If someone is here, could you please make a noise so I know you are there?" "Can you manifest so I can see you?" "Why are you here?" things like that. As time went on and I came up with nothing, I began feeling like a fool. I made the move to get off my bed to turn on the light when a loud crackle came from somewhere at the end of my bed.

I quickly looked at the clock and jotted down the time. By then, it was 12:37 a.m. I sat and waited for the sound to come again. When it did, I tried to pinpoint its source and found that it was coming from the speakers of my stereo, which sits on a shelf directly at the foot of my bed. I went over with my flashlight and checked the wires to see if that could be the cause, saw nothing wrong with them and made a decision that, I believe, gives this whole experience credence. I unplugged the stereo.

I went back to my bed and did a quick scan of the room before turning the flashlight off. I put the pencil back against the paper and asked again, "Is there anyone in this room with me?" The speakers crackled again and I tried not to panic. I knew for a fact that I'd just unplugged all the wires of the stereo, there was no reason for it to make that sound. Just to be sure, I checked with the flashlight, confirming what I already knew. It was still unplugged. There was no power being fed into it. I asked, "Could you maybe use the speakers to communicate with me?" when there was another, very loud crackle, I thought I heard a voice in the static. I picked up my pencil and asked, "What? Could you repeat that?" Another crackle, and I took to marking them as responses in the notebook.

This went on for a while as I asked again and again who was there and why. After some time, I made a mark of the time. At that point, it was 2:12 a.m. Finally, I swore I heard a voice in one of the crackles and I leaned closer to the speakers. I asked in a clear voice, directly into the speaker, "Why are you here?" The crackle I got in response was quieter, kind of like when you tune a radio and the static goes down, allowing you to hear bits a pieces of a station. And I swear I heard the word "Stay".

I wrote the word down and asked, "What do you mean Stay?"

Another crackle and then I heard, or thought I heard, "Never leave..."

I don't really remember first hand what came after that, but according to the notebook, this conversation ensued:

"Do you mean that you don't ever want me to leave?"

"No..."

"Do you mean that you don't ever want to leave?"

Static.

"Do you wish to remain here, in this room?"

"...yes...stay..."

"Why do you wish to stay?"

Static.

"Have you always been here?"

Static.

"Are you still here in this room with me?"

And then I noted that there was a loud, high noise that came out of the speakers, and I made a note that it sounded vaguely like a scream, then a click came out of the speakers, like when someone hangs up a phone.

I don't know what this means or what to do now. Whatever happened, I don't remember most of it and if it weren't for the notebook, I wouldn't have any idea what happened. Could it be that I actually made contact or is it simply my subconscious putting on a show for me? I can't tell and would greatly appreciate any input you may have. Thanks.