Blimey that’s just brought back one that I did with a cassette recording.
When we were about ten or eleven, me and a friend from up the road…let’s call him Peter Moyes (cos that’s what his name was)… made a fifteen minute tape of us walking on gravel, laughing manically and other ghostly sounds, accompanied with Peter going, in a strangulated voice, “I’m coming to get you Joooooohn.” We then put the tape recorder in my brother John’s bedroom cupboard (he would be six or seven) and, having left enough silent time on the tape for him to drift off to sleep, the tape played. He screamed the house down, I was leathered by my dad and bollocked by my mum who said she would tell all the teachers at the school where Peter and I attended (she worked in the accompanying infant school) what evil children we were. My brother cried for weeks afterwards claiming there were ghosts and monsters in the cupboard, I was banned from playing out with Peter and eventually my brother had to change bedroom due to his sleeplessness.
What a dreadful thing to do to my younger sibling….
I must ask him if he remembers it at his 60th birthday celebrztions next week.