Hi, Ottings. This is the Something Scary podcast. I'm your Ate Sapphire. Today's stories are about the ghosts of war. We'll be traveling to haunted battlefields and communicating with soldiers who haven't left our earthly plane. I receive hundreds of amazing story submissions every single week. As always, the first story you hear is one that I've chosen to animate

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Code Siren. The following is inspired by a true story from Alex, whose father Vassel served in the Bulgarian

People's Army in 1982. Vassel was 18 when he was sent

for two years of military service starting in 1982. He was dispatched to a border post along

the defensive line between Bulgaria and Turkey. His job was Border Guard, and his main duty was to patrol the electrified

border fence. Mostly, it was to make sure nobody left the country during a time of severe

restriction of movement under the communist government. His orders were to shoot on site. No

exceptions. One night, he and his best friend Ivan were patrolling the border as usual with their dog.

Ivan was a far senior soldier, much larger and stronger than Vossel, with a kind of look only veteran soldiers had.

He described the night as still and cold, and the moon shone through the clear sky during the night.

There was a light breeze that whistled faintly across the open plains between the two borders.

All was well and normal, and their routine patrol was near their end.

Much like most days, nothing seemed out of the ordinary,

and the two men started to make their way back to the camp.

They were almost back to base when all of a sudden, Ivan stopped.

He turned his head to the darkness. Do you hear that?

Fasel stopped to listen, and his eyes widened as he heard what sounded like, singing.

The two men listened and listened listened as the singing continued and seemingly became louder. Vazel stood still, yearning to know who was singing so beautifully. Then their

dogs started to growl. Softly at first, until it started barking furiously as the singing came

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