Voices, I hear voices, voices, I hear voices

Activity really been to pick up steam at a furious pace once the kitchen incident happened.  The saying, "Things that go bump in the night."  had a whole new meaning for us.  We heard unexplained sounds, saw stuff out of the corner of our eyes, and at times could hear voices.  At this point there is no denying that something was happening, but what it is remained a mystery.

We decide that getting evidence of some kind, documenting it, would help convince not only others but ourselves as well.  It would help convince ourselves that we were actually sane and not about to have to check ourselves into the funny farm.

We had already starting watching paranormal shows in hopes to getting some advice.  Maybe we could find something similar to we were experiencing.   At the time, our options were limited to Ghost Adventures, The Dead Files, and stuff that we found on YouTube.   Other programs seemed staged and not helpful at all.  YouTube was filled with, for lack of better word, crap.

Ghost Adventures was the go to show for us.  We started watching before they turned into big celebrities and were really all about documenting & researching.  We thought if we know what we're dealing with than maybe we can get rid of it.

Our first attempt was EVP's.  Asking names, who was here, why were they here-just basic questions.  Nothing hateful at all.    The first one we did was in the back bedroom in what was Londyn's room (now Heidi's room).  I started by asking those basic questions but got nothing.   Londyn then asked, "do you like my cat?  do you like playing with her?"   We played it back,  low and behold,  we heard a male voice say "Noooo" very calmly right after Londyn asked the question.  My heart sank and I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared.   That was enough...no more EVP's that day.

Now there was no denying that we had an issue.  There was no one in Londyn's room except for her, myself, and one of the younger girls.  There certainly wasn't another male in the room.  The question now was who else is here and why.

I decided to try another EVP session but this time I would take a different approach.  Instead of asking questions I would just record and go about what I was doing.   Late one evening I went out to feed our chickens and the dog that protected them.   While I was taking care of the dog, I heard a voice repeatedly say "thank you, thank you, thank you."   It wasn't hostile though but it scared me to death.  I immediately ran back to house and we all listened to the recording and sure enough, there was the voice.  It sounded like an older man, possibly African American.  We were in shock about what we heard because no one was there with me.   I was still shaking and scared but I tried to play it off like we found a pot of gold.

I got my courage back up to try to get more documentation and started another EVP session in the basement.  It was a Saturday morning and I was finishing up some work related things.  I decided to try to see if I could get something on tape.  I put my phone on audio record and begin to ask simple basic questions..."is there anyone here with me?"..."Can you talk to me?".   Nothing...just dead air.  I tried again, asking the same questions.   This time I heard something on the recording.  It was garbled, sounded like a chant of some kind.  I made sure it wasn't a voice from upstairs as sometimes they carry into the basement but everyone was quiet and busy doing other things.  Just as I was about to play it back again when all the sudden I could feel someone breathing on my neck and then a growl in my ear!!!

I ran like hell out of the basement and into the bathroom where my wife was taking a shower.  I was panicked and could hardly breathe.  I was talking a mile a minute...rambling at light speed. Thankfully, Jennifer was able to calm me down.  I was able to explain what happened and had her listen to the tape.  Her immediate reaction was "That sounds demonic!"  

Even though I was scared, I felt as if we were finally starting to figure out what was going on.   We continued to watch the shows and do research on the internet.  I found that there was just so much stuff out there and trying to determine what would work vs what wouldn't along hose who were credible vs those who were just out to sell snake oil.  It was overwhelming and frustrating.

The novelty of this was starting to wear off.  It wasn't fun and everything was starting to change for the worse.   Something was here and it was getting stronger and we were getting weaker.

We needed help but had nowhere to turn.