…or Electronic Voice Phenomenon, if you will. I first heard of it in William Gibson’s book “Pattern Recognition”: the lead character’s mother becomes obsessed with trying to “hear” messages from her husband who was lost during 9-11. It seems the interpretation of the soundfile is souly up to the listener, hearing what they want to hear. Pretty much like ghost writing, like my Italian Grandma use to do (she claimed to speek to a small child and wrote in the most curious handwriting when answering herself).
Right now I am all freaked out alone in my house listening to the fish tank filter, wind on the skylight and furnace whisper to me from the basement. I was looking for some reviews on White Noise (all of them saying “dont bother”) and stumbled upon www.aaevp.com. I’ve listened to their audio library and cant stop the creeping gooseflesh up and down my legs.
As a kid I was obsessed with alien abduction, Bigfoot and ghost photography. I would scour our small town’s library for all and any books on the subject and would work myself into such a frenzy that I would be sleeplessly freaked out for days. I use stare into our TV in hopes to see a spirit appear over my shoulder in the inky blackness of the idiot tube.
Right now as I type this, I am feeling that same anxiety after listening to some of the audio files on aaevp.
Its like I am a kid again and I am the only one awake in our rambling huge house in sleepy backwater Brockville. One summer night, I had churned myself into such a state after scouring over Sasquatch photos (the one of the guy in the ape suit looking back at the camera two frames before disappearing into the woods) that I was frozen to the bed listening to every bump, creak and groan the house would make. I hit the lights, got up and threw my legs over the side of the bed and looked down to the open book on the floor… open to the drawings Betty Hill had made of her alien captors, precursor to the X-Files “Greys”.
I can tell you I didnt sleep for days and that I nearly crapped the bed in fear of leaving my room to go down the long dark hallway to the loo.
Eventually I stopped looking at that stuff, loosing my faith in the otherworlds. But right now I swear to you I can hear mumbling as the fan on my CPU churns out messages from the afterlife, and I am dreading the climb down from the attic, the chores before bed and the lights out before closing my bedroom door.
GOING TO BED NOW!
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Scott I hear you about the scale of the house and Kid Memory. It seemed ginormous, to me too. Before you came along we were never allowed into the attic or basement apartments, even when they were empty, so I never saw them, but I do remember the talk of their tennants. I also remember NEVER using the front staircase EVER. Sort of like not using the “good furniture” in the good living room.
Yes…!!! That is the room that my sister and I used to share….I thought the ceiling was never ending….the door to the room went all the way to the ceiling…not like the regular doors nowadays….not sure where the sounds were coming from in that room…could have been the people who lived upstairs…do you remember that guy who lived in the basement…what a character he was….!! and wasn’t there some women who also lived on the third floor apartment..?? As a kid that house was creepy and cool all in the same moment…the back stairs that were 2 feet wide, that led to the kitchen…
That was it! I still remember the old woman seeing that robot thing come out and extend its arm thingies. I’d love to see that show again, I bet I’d laugh at how silly it is now.
A day of memory shocks for me! Yes we had that show!
I remember not being able to be in the same room when the commercials for it came on TV. The premiere episode commercial had a robot-like alien in silhouette coming out of the UFO. Scared the crap out of me.
But I still watched it.
Did they have “Project Bluebook” on TV up in Canada? I watched the first episode of that and couldn’t sleep for days. Holy crap. I had weekly nightmares about UFOs.
Now I’m all grown up and I’d give anything to have aliens visit me.
Holy crap, I remember that! Yeah that porch with its tin floor was wild, wasnt it? Its funny how now-a-days, parents wouldnt even think of letting their kids sleep in sub-zero, non-heated accommodations like ours did at the Grandparent Healey’s home. “Hell, the kids have dangerous electric blankets, they’ll be fine.”
Do you remember the room mid-way down the hall on that same floor with the two single beds in it? I swear to god, that room was haunted. I hated that room with all my heart and soul.
I can remeber sleeping in Grandfather & Grandmother’s old house….the upstairs bedrooms seemed to have ceilings 20 feet tall (for a kid 8-10 years old)..and being scared beyond belief…I also remeber sleeping out on the upstairs enclosed porch one night where you and I stayed up real late listening to a tape of the Green Hornet…that house had a life of it’s own….
maybe they should have a disclaimer:
Read only between Noon and 2pm, in the company of friends, after ingesting a valium or two…
and wouldn’t you know it, on the one night you were alone… Dah, dah, daaaaaah!
Hah, that was exactly my reaction to seeing that site too. In some cases, I heard words other than what they said they heard. But it’s definitely some voices coming from somewhere, and not just random noise.