My wife Cheryl and I have been together for 10 years, and we got married two years ago.

We just got a house together not even a month ago, and things couldn't have started on a worse note. We moved to a small inland town of Georgia called Waycross.

That's all the details I'm giving though to avoid any more possible issues.

We're on a quiet street with a big property that sits in front of a medium-sized patch of woods,

which was one of the factors that really appealed to my wife and I.

We planned to adopt a dog and raise kids here, so we wanted a big property for the dog and

kids to play around on.

We both work similar shifts.

I get home around five, and she gets home around six most of the time.

The first two nights in the house went completely normal.

It was the weekend, so we spent our entire days on packing.

It wasn't until Monday night, when we were both in bed, only having turned the lights out

maybe 20 minutes ago, that outside from the backyard, there was the sound of this blasting music.

Our nearest neighbors on either side were spaced out enough where we couldn't mistake

music from their yards being in our yard.

It was definitely in our backyard, and it wasn't party music or anything like that.

It sounded like very old, static-y, vintage music.

The windows were shut, so after my wife and I exchanged horrified glances at each other

and wondered where the music could be coming from, I opened my window on my side of the bed, and it was much clearer. There was some song that sounded

like it was from the 1940s or something blasting. I later found out after looking up the lyrics

that the song name was Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf by Henry Hall. It has a slight

eerie vibe to it for some reason, even though

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