There are a pair of impact sounds, then …
Spirit Box — the gruff, male voice, shouting: “Alena!”
Victoria: “I keep feeling like, vibrations on the floor, but that doesn’t make any sense.”
[The camera captures a male voice saying, “Danny.”]
Peter: “The Spirit Box shouldn’t be doing that much!”
Me: “No.”
Victoria: “Anybody else feel vibrations in the floor?”
Peter: “No. Are you, Stephanie?”
Stephanie: “No.”
Peter: “And you … should be in line with those floor boards.”
Victoria/Stephanie, looking down at themselves: “Yeah. Yeah.”
Peter: “Ma’am, are you here with us in the room?”
Spirit Box — a female voice, cautiously: “No …”
Spirit Box — a young or high-pitched elderly female voice: “Oh!”
Spirit Box — a male, matter-of-factly: “Doom.”
Peter: “Yes …?”
Spirit Box — a young male voice: “Uncle?”
Spirit Box — an older male, hesitant, slightly impatient-sounding: “Yes?”
Peter: “Please don’t—”
Spirit Box — a high-pitched, young male voice: “Roger …! Won’t ya …?”
Peter: “Please don’t be afraid.”
Spirit Box — a male voice, possible Scottish accent: “Take my niece.”
Spirit Box — a female voice (punctuated by another blast of static): “Today?”
Victoria: “Someone appear?”
Spirit Box: A loud blast of dual-frequency static, like a shout.
Spirit Box — a male, sounding like a warning: “I mean it …!”
Spirit Box: An identical loud blast of dual-frequency static, like a shout.
Peter: “Is Alexander with us?”
Paul, to Victoria and Stephanie: “What do you think?”
Spirit Box: A loud blast of dual-frequency static, like a shout.
Peter: “Is that him, yelling?”
Victoria: “Sounds like …”
Peter: “Alexander?”
No reply.
Peter: “Is that your first name?”
No reply.
Peter: “Are you angry that we’re here?”
Spirit Box — a male voice, confident: “I’ll leave!”
Peter: “Pardon?”
Spirit Box — a male voice, abrupt: “No.”
Spirit Box — a young female voice, clear and reassuring: “I’m not angry.”
Spirit Box — a young male voice, possibly with a French or Spanish accent: “Don’t go!”
Spirit Box, sound of a door slamming shut: “Wait!”
Peter: “Are you wondering why we’re here?”
Spirit Box — a male voice, interrupting Peter: “No!”
Spirit Box — a burst of male-sounding static, shouting: “Alena!”
Spirit Box — a male voice: “We’re leaving!”
Spirit Box — a young female voice: “AAIGH!”
Me: “How many people live in this house?”
There was a long pause and some breaks in the white noise static.
Me: “Can you tell me what year it is?”
Spirit Box — a low male voice heard under a high-pitched static blast: “Go away.”
Paul: “Miriam. Ask for Miriam.”
Spirit Box — a young female voice: “Go, bye … sweetheart!”
Paul: “I heard ‘Miriam.’”
Spirit Box: “You didn’t!”
Spirit Box: “Go down!”
Me: “Miriam?”
Spirit Box — young female voice: “Goodbye!”
Me: “Can you tell me what year it is, please?”
Spirit Box — a young female voice: “No!”
Spirit Box — a grumpy, older-sounding male voice, shouting: “Forget it!”
There was a long pause in the white noise static.
Me: “I heard that. I don’t know.”
Another long pause in the white noise static, then …
Spirit Box — a young, male-sounding voice: “Head home.…”
I turned the Spirit Box off. Instead of the team dispersing everyone remained in the room. Victoria was using the parabolic microphone.
I called for Miriam and asked, “There’s a young gentleman that helps you. He’s very nice; he wears glasses. Can you tell us his name, please?”
Immediately, static was heard through the parabolic microphone Victoria was pointing into the main-floor studio.
After a long pause, Paul asked, “Give us your last name?” Again, static interference “pulses” via the parabolic microphone immediately followed the question.
Peter asked, “Isabella, are you here instead?” All was quiet until more static from the parabolic microphone was heard.
I noted that I had placed my digital voice recorder on the wicker chair and it had turned off by itself.
“Isabella? Are you sitting in that chair?” Peter asked.
No reply.
“I beg your pardon, may
