Once a long long time ago in a county far far away I used to go hiking in the woods everyday.I'd take along this .22 ruger in a holster just in case I ran across the boogie man.I'd also take a few bullet size joints with me filled with delicious columbian red bud at the time.
This one day I sat down by this tree to rest a bit and have a good toke and just enjoy the woods.
I wasn't raised in the country and this was really novel for me.After I got buzzed I sometimes got a little paranoid being out there in the woods.Ocassionally a creepy feeling would come over me but i'd laugh it off.
This day tho I heard a noise I had never heard before and I sat up promptly and looked around but saw nothing.
I slowly relaxed back down and heard the noise again,this time unmistakingly.
It was a gobbly sound and I pulled the .22 from it's holster and waited for whatever it was to come out of the brush.Hey! I yelled and threw a pine cone into the brush and it popped!I fired off 7 rounds and when all was done I realized I had just shout a wild turkey.Actually there was 3 of them but the other 2 got away.The one I killed had its head missing.A sheer luck shot.
But no,never any voices.Except maybe that little voice that screams "food!"