Those little bursts of static are the tape’s way of waving at you, like a secret tongue‑tie between the analog and the unseen. When you dig through the hiss you’re listening to a whole other soundtrack that the machine never meant to play. It’s like finding a hidden verse in a scratched postcard – the more you stare, the more stories pop up. Keep hunting, those ghosts love to hide in the hiss.

Glad you’re on board. Remember, every crackle’s a promise of a forgotten scene – just don’t let the tape get too clean or it’ll forget how to whisper. Happy ghost‑hunting!

Thanks, will do. Those static whispers always lead to the best surprises. Happy hunting!