I am in the basement right now, working (I work from home). Holly is next door, visiting our neighbor and drinking coffee. The house is very quiet. The nosiest thing is my tapping on the keyboard.
About ten minutes ago I heard a chair or something similar-sized move across the floor above me. It slid only a few inches then stopped. The dining room and the kitchen is above my head as I sit here in the basement. Both rooms have chairs. The kitchen has an island with some bar stools around it.
Jack, my biggest and oldest dog, was upstairs at the time. I heard him walk over to where the sound came from, and after a few seconds, I heard him walking awkwardly down the wooden steps to come and jon me.
When he came down, he stopped, and stared at a spot over at the far side of the basement. He stayed there for quite a while, then went over to that area to investigate. He wasn't staring at the floor, but at a spot about the same height as his head.
Goose bump city! I almost considered that it was a good time to take a break from work and go work out at the gym...
Monday, September 8, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
A female voice from upstairs
This just happened 15 minutes ago. Tropical Storm Hanna is rolling through Maryland now, so we are getting dumped on with rain. Holly and I were just drinking coffee on the porch, watching the rain come down, and the two youngest ones were down at the bottom of the hill, playing in the rain and in the puddles.
I stepped inside to check on something, and I heard a female voice saying something upstairs. At first I thought it was someone in the house - with 5 females in the house, there is always someone talking or making noise. But then I realized, I was the only one in the house!
I stopped in my tracks and listened to the voice, which only went on for a second or two longer, trying to understand what it was saying. But it was very muffled, and it was sing-songy, like it was singing a few lines to a song, or saying something soothing to someone else.
And then it was done. I went upstairs to see if any television sets were left on, but it was very quiet up there.
I stepped inside to check on something, and I heard a female voice saying something upstairs. At first I thought it was someone in the house - with 5 females in the house, there is always someone talking or making noise. But then I realized, I was the only one in the house!
I stopped in my tracks and listened to the voice, which only went on for a second or two longer, trying to understand what it was saying. But it was very muffled, and it was sing-songy, like it was singing a few lines to a song, or saying something soothing to someone else.
And then it was done. I went upstairs to see if any television sets were left on, but it was very quiet up there.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Night Recording Results from May 12, 2008
Date Recorded: May 12, 2008.
Anaylsis Started: 6/19/2008 11:29 am
Analysis Completed: 9/03/2008 8:49 am
Wow, it took almost three months to finish the analysis of this recording. The reason is because I took a break from the subject matter for the summer.
Results:
Clip #1, 1:26 am, 0m 26s
A series of two soft taps, then the clip ends with a very obnoxious bang.
Clip #2, 2:45 am, 0m 43s
What sounds like a door closing, then footsteps very faintly could be heard walking around. I think this is the double-doors to the laundry room on the main level closing.
Anaylsis Started: 6/19/2008 11:29 am
Analysis Completed: 9/03/2008 8:49 am
Wow, it took almost three months to finish the analysis of this recording. The reason is because I took a break from the subject matter for the summer.
Results:
A series of two soft taps, then the clip ends with a very obnoxious bang.
What sounds like a door closing, then footsteps very faintly could be heard walking around. I think this is the double-doors to the laundry room on the main level closing.
Sound files moved to new host
I shut down my ccgworkshop.com domain server, and forgot that the night recording files were hosted there! Whoops! Everything is now moved over to my Comcast hosting account and things should be back to normal.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Thuds, footsteps, Bite'n me arse! Toes have been nibbled on...
I work from home all day in the basement of the house. Yesterday I had the house to myself as the kids started school, and Holly had to go to the airport.
Several times during the day, I heard footsteps walking around upstairs on the main floor. Also, a very loud thud occurred from somewhere on the third floor. I ignored them for the most part and just continued my work. Sometimes I hear a box behind me slide a bit across the floor, and that really gets my hackles up. But I just pretend I don't hear it. The last thing I want is for whatever or whomever to realize that "Hey, if I do this, I'll get his attention. So let me do more of this!"
Also, I have some old computer equipment laying on the floor next to me. During the day, little ticks and knocks come from the pile, like a mouse is in them.
Also, last night something was stinging my ass, all night! Well, it was more of a pinching sensation. Either way, this happened at least five times over the course of the night. Each time, I would put my hand on the area, and feel around for an insect, and come up with nothing.
Around 3:30 I got sick of trying to sleep through it, and just lay there listening to the various knocks, bangs, and thuds, until the alarm went off.
This morning I asked Holly to check my bum for bite marks. If there was indeed an insect biting me, I would have thought there would be welts of some sort. But there was nothing. No bite marks. No welts.
Holly forgot to mention to me that a few months ago she was woken up to the sensation of someone biting her toe. I told her it could have been a dream. Her reply was that she could still feel the pressure after she woke up, and it didn't stop until she moved her foot.
I haven't forgotten the recordings still to review and post here. I've just taken a break from them for the summer. I can feel the urge to start back up, so more material will be posted here soon.
I learned last week that EVPs are technically not the term I should be using for my recordings. EVPs are voice signatures on a recording that were not previously heard with the naked ear at the time of the recording. The bangs and footsteps that I've been recording therefore, can't be classified as EVPs, and I'm not awake during the night to verify if a voice I have captured was heard by a human. So I'll just call them "Night Recordings" from here on out.
Several times during the day, I heard footsteps walking around upstairs on the main floor. Also, a very loud thud occurred from somewhere on the third floor. I ignored them for the most part and just continued my work. Sometimes I hear a box behind me slide a bit across the floor, and that really gets my hackles up. But I just pretend I don't hear it. The last thing I want is for whatever or whomever to realize that "Hey, if I do this, I'll get his attention. So let me do more of this!"
Also, I have some old computer equipment laying on the floor next to me. During the day, little ticks and knocks come from the pile, like a mouse is in them.
Also, last night something was stinging my ass, all night! Well, it was more of a pinching sensation. Either way, this happened at least five times over the course of the night. Each time, I would put my hand on the area, and feel around for an insect, and come up with nothing.
Around 3:30 I got sick of trying to sleep through it, and just lay there listening to the various knocks, bangs, and thuds, until the alarm went off.
This morning I asked Holly to check my bum for bite marks. If there was indeed an insect biting me, I would have thought there would be welts of some sort. But there was nothing. No bite marks. No welts.
Holly forgot to mention to me that a few months ago she was woken up to the sensation of someone biting her toe. I told her it could have been a dream. Her reply was that she could still feel the pressure after she woke up, and it didn't stop until she moved her foot.
I haven't forgotten the recordings still to review and post here. I've just taken a break from them for the summer. I can feel the urge to start back up, so more material will be posted here soon.
I learned last week that EVPs are technically not the term I should be using for my recordings. EVPs are voice signatures on a recording that were not previously heard with the naked ear at the time of the recording. The bangs and footsteps that I've been recording therefore, can't be classified as EVPs, and I'm not awake during the night to verify if a voice I have captured was heard by a human. So I'll just call them "Night Recordings" from here on out.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sleepy Time Ernie
About 10 years ago Santa brought a Sleepy Time Ernie to my oldest daughter, Sarah, on Christmas morning.
Basically you press his belly, he tells you that he is sleepy. You then lay him down, and he begins to sing himself to sleep, at which point he starts snoring. As he snores, his chest rises and falls. Quite cute really.
And then, if you sit him back up, he exclaims, "I feel GREAT!"
As all stuffed toys go, battery-operated or not, it eventually went unplayed with and ended up in a toy bin.
Well, a few years later, and this must now be about 10 years ago, I was awoken during the middle of the night. Coming from Sarah's bedroom was the happy tones of Ernie's voice, exclaiming, "I feel GREAT!.....I feel GREAT!......I feel GREAT!"
Now, Sarah at this point was a heavy sleeper. She never got up in the middle of the night. So I knew that it was not her playing with the doll. Also, if she was playing with the doll, she would be putting him to bed by making him sing his lullaby, and the make him sit up.
My imagination, being what it was, could envision Ernie, sitting up by itself, and then laying down, sitting up, then laying down. And there was no way in hell I was going to go into Sarah's room and witness this. I rationalized to myself that it was the batteries, yep, the batteries in the Ernie that were going dead, and it was malfunctioning.
"I feel GREAT!...I feel GREAT!"
Eventually it stopped. I told Holly about it the next morning, and she thought it was weird, but thought it was batteries as well.
I never changed the batteries.
Ernie woke me up once more a few months later, in the exact same way, and still I never changed the batteries.
And it never happened again, until a few weeks ago, 10 years later.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I just recently moved my office downstairs to the unfinished basement. Its one big room of storage, with my desk in the corner. Since the house is new, it's not a damp basement or anything like that. But it does have open studs, exposed insulation against the walls of the foundation, and a concrete floor.
So Holly and I were having a conversation while I sat at my desk. And all of a sudden, Ernie piped up again, muffled, and no doubt stuffed into some bag somewhere in one of the corners in the far side of the room.
"I feel GREAT!"
We both stopped our conversation and looked at each other, because we remembered Ernie and his rudeness from 10 years back. What really got me is that, if his batteries were so low 10 years ago, and they never got changed, why are they still working to the point where Ernie would still malfunction?
Strange, but hardly definite proof of paranormal activity. But it was enough to get the hairs on the back of my neck raised up.
Basically you press his belly, he tells you that he is sleepy. You then lay him down, and he begins to sing himself to sleep, at which point he starts snoring. As he snores, his chest rises and falls. Quite cute really.
And then, if you sit him back up, he exclaims, "I feel GREAT!"
As all stuffed toys go, battery-operated or not, it eventually went unplayed with and ended up in a toy bin.
Well, a few years later, and this must now be about 10 years ago, I was awoken during the middle of the night. Coming from Sarah's bedroom was the happy tones of Ernie's voice, exclaiming, "I feel GREAT!.....I feel GREAT!......I feel GREAT!"
Now, Sarah at this point was a heavy sleeper. She never got up in the middle of the night. So I knew that it was not her playing with the doll. Also, if she was playing with the doll, she would be putting him to bed by making him sing his lullaby, and the make him sit up.
My imagination, being what it was, could envision Ernie, sitting up by itself, and then laying down, sitting up, then laying down. And there was no way in hell I was going to go into Sarah's room and witness this. I rationalized to myself that it was the batteries, yep, the batteries in the Ernie that were going dead, and it was malfunctioning.
"I feel GREAT!...I feel GREAT!"
Eventually it stopped. I told Holly about it the next morning, and she thought it was weird, but thought it was batteries as well.
I never changed the batteries.
Ernie woke me up once more a few months later, in the exact same way, and still I never changed the batteries.
And it never happened again, until a few weeks ago, 10 years later.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I just recently moved my office downstairs to the unfinished basement. Its one big room of storage, with my desk in the corner. Since the house is new, it's not a damp basement or anything like that. But it does have open studs, exposed insulation against the walls of the foundation, and a concrete floor.
So Holly and I were having a conversation while I sat at my desk. And all of a sudden, Ernie piped up again, muffled, and no doubt stuffed into some bag somewhere in one of the corners in the far side of the room.
"I feel GREAT!"
We both stopped our conversation and looked at each other, because we remembered Ernie and his rudeness from 10 years back. What really got me is that, if his batteries were so low 10 years ago, and they never got changed, why are they still working to the point where Ernie would still malfunction?
Strange, but hardly definite proof of paranormal activity. But it was enough to get the hairs on the back of my neck raised up.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Yeah it's been a while
I took a break from a lot of things over the past few months because of some tragedies that have happened in my families lives over the past year. I've been having a hard time coping with things, and added stress had just made me shut down even more, so it was time to start simplifying my life. I took a break from most everything computer-related and have slowly been pruning dead branches off the tree that is my life. This blog, thankfully will make the cut.
I also took a break from the blog because I felt like I was getting to wrapped up in this ghost thing, I felt like I was getting too obsessed with going over the recordings, and too obsessed with the bumps-in-the-night.
My mom came to visit over father's day weekend, and I had a group of gamers come over my house that same weekend. And for whatever reason, the combination of those two things seemed to have calmed the house down at that point. The house felt quieter, and this continued for several months, with no noticeable activity.
One interesting thing that has happened in my hiatus is that Candace, a friend of the family, contacted a TV show that focuses on paranormal subjects. A producer of this show called me, interviewed me, asking questions about the house and the things that were going on in it. This producer asked me to not reveal the show on this blog, and of course I am complying. After the interview, the producer said he would be in touch, but I've not heard from him in several months. I'm not sure if this opportunity will pan out, or even if Holly and I are even sure we want a team of people in here, especially to make an episode of a TV show. We don't want them pissing off anything that is in here, leaving us to deal with it after they leave, capiche?
Since the weather turned warmer, I've been keeping a large an at the bottom of the stairs running. This blows the cooler air from downstairs up to the bedrooms so I don't have to turn the AC way down low. I really need to get ceiling fans installed in all the bedrooms, but this will do until then. Anyway, the fan creates so much noise, there's really no point in recording. So I haven't done any in a few months. I am going to be hating life with the weather starts to cool again and I turn the fan off. The silence will make every single bump-in-the-night seem twice as loud!
Just recently, some bits of activity has started up again. I've not been taking notes, but I'll just list the things that I can remember off the top of my head.
I've recently moved my computer desk out of our bedroom and moved it to the unfinished basement. It's more quiet down there, and I'm hoping it will inspire me to finish it. Because of this I'm going in and out of the basement door on the main floor more often, and leaving it open a lot.
So I was taking a break one day last week, and was upstairs with the girls watching Sponge Bob in Sophie's room. I heard the door to the base shut softly. I went downstairs, and Jack our dog was nearby, but after some debunking attempts, he would have really had to push that door shut hard to make it close completely. Just pushing it softly was not enough to close it, and him brushing past the door to get by was not enough to shut it. Strange.
Holly and I were downstairs in my newly-created temporary basement office just talking and we were interrupted by a Sleepy Time Ernie toy that was packed somewhere in the basement in a bag.
"I feel GREAT!" said Ernie.
Now that Ernie, by all accounts, should not have said anything at all. It should be dead. It's had the same original batteries that came with it, and it's been sitting down here in this basement in a bag for the last four years. Why all of a sudden would he just shout this out, I have no clue.
We have a long history of weird things happening with this Ernie doll, and I'll probably expound on that in a future post.
I also took a break from the blog because I felt like I was getting to wrapped up in this ghost thing, I felt like I was getting too obsessed with going over the recordings, and too obsessed with the bumps-in-the-night.
My mom came to visit over father's day weekend, and I had a group of gamers come over my house that same weekend. And for whatever reason, the combination of those two things seemed to have calmed the house down at that point. The house felt quieter, and this continued for several months, with no noticeable activity.
One interesting thing that has happened in my hiatus is that Candace, a friend of the family, contacted a TV show that focuses on paranormal subjects. A producer of this show called me, interviewed me, asking questions about the house and the things that were going on in it. This producer asked me to not reveal the show on this blog, and of course I am complying. After the interview, the producer said he would be in touch, but I've not heard from him in several months. I'm not sure if this opportunity will pan out, or even if Holly and I are even sure we want a team of people in here, especially to make an episode of a TV show. We don't want them pissing off anything that is in here, leaving us to deal with it after they leave, capiche?
Since the weather turned warmer, I've been keeping a large an at the bottom of the stairs running. This blows the cooler air from downstairs up to the bedrooms so I don't have to turn the AC way down low. I really need to get ceiling fans installed in all the bedrooms, but this will do until then. Anyway, the fan creates so much noise, there's really no point in recording. So I haven't done any in a few months. I am going to be hating life with the weather starts to cool again and I turn the fan off. The silence will make every single bump-in-the-night seem twice as loud!
Just recently, some bits of activity has started up again. I've not been taking notes, but I'll just list the things that I can remember off the top of my head.
I've recently moved my computer desk out of our bedroom and moved it to the unfinished basement. It's more quiet down there, and I'm hoping it will inspire me to finish it. Because of this I'm going in and out of the basement door on the main floor more often, and leaving it open a lot.
So I was taking a break one day last week, and was upstairs with the girls watching Sponge Bob in Sophie's room. I heard the door to the base shut softly. I went downstairs, and Jack our dog was nearby, but after some debunking attempts, he would have really had to push that door shut hard to make it close completely. Just pushing it softly was not enough to close it, and him brushing past the door to get by was not enough to shut it. Strange.
Holly and I were downstairs in my newly-created temporary basement office just talking and we were interrupted by a Sleepy Time Ernie toy that was packed somewhere in the basement in a bag.
"I feel GREAT!" said Ernie.
Now that Ernie, by all accounts, should not have said anything at all. It should be dead. It's had the same original batteries that came with it, and it's been sitting down here in this basement in a bag for the last four years. Why all of a sudden would he just shout this out, I have no clue.
We have a long history of weird things happening with this Ernie doll, and I'll probably expound on that in a future post.
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