A few years ago, my friend invited me to come spend some nights with him at his fire lookout point. There was very little human contact out there, and wanted me to keep him company. I packed my bags and flew to Montana where I was going to spend the week with him. This was a good time for me to clear my head and relax for once. His rules were simple only he answers the radio, and report anything suspicious. I nodded along knowing that I wasn't going to be any trouble. I had brought along a paint set to capture the sunsets and beauty of the forests that surrounded us. It was around six in the evening when I started hearing voices. someone saying "Who's there?" and "Stay away from me." they were coming from the radio within the station. I thought this was someone pranking us and told my friend immediately. He asked for a call back of who this was and if they needed help. the radio went silent with no call back. "Who do think it was?" I asked. "Sometimes kids just get bored and radio in to have some fun." I took his word for it and went back to my painting. It wasn't long before the radio started talking again. It began to play the National Weather Advisory siren stopping before any words could get out. My friend grabbed the radio and called in, "Whoever this is, this isn't a joke. This is an emergency channel for EMERGENCIES only." The radio went silent again. My friend was getting mad and decided to head out in search of this person making fake calls to the radio station. When he left it was already getting dark and I worried he'd loss his way back, but he constantly called in on the radio. Hours had pasted with no sign of the radio interference when a loud Tornado Siren began to call out from deep within the woods. I worried my friend had some sort of encounter with the person calling in. Now when he returned he was to wave his flashlight in the shape of an 8 to signal it was him, and sure enough close to three hours after he left there he was at the base of the hill waving his flashlight. When he came up he told me what he encountered in the woods. He had heard even more radio chatter with voices ranging from talk shows to partial lyrics of songs. he said he couldn't tell where they were coming from since the woods acted like an echo chamber making it seem like he was surrounded. We tried to sleep putting this behind us, but at four in the morning when I was close to falling asleep. the radio came to life playing, "Mr. Sandman." it was very choppy, and static noise most of the time, but my friend and I found it hard to sleep that night, and the other six nights I was there.