My father kept an old radio in the garage.
It had belonged to his brother, who passed away years before I was born. The radio did not work anymore. It had no batteries, and the cord was damaged.
One rainy afternoon, I was cleaning the garage when music started playing.
It was faint at first, like it was coming from far away. Then I realized it was coming from the old radio on the shelf.
I froze.
The radio was not plugged in. There were no batteries inside it. I checked later because I needed a normal explanation.
The song playing was one my uncle apparently loved. I did not know that at the time. My father told me when I mentioned it later.
He went pale when I described the song.
He said it used to play in his brother’s car all the time.
The radio never turned on again.