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Ghost-Age: What have you experienced that freaked you out?

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super-heated plasma

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Volimar said:
Crossposting from the paranormal events thread a creepy story.

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/knpbv/holes/

I've always wanted to share this experience with someone who could relate, and since the therapist I saw as a result of this happening couldn't, maybe r/nosleep can.

When I was about 7-8 years old I lived with my grandparents in South Carolina. They had this big house that used to be a stop on the Underground Railroad and I used to love discovering all the cool passageways that ran all over the place. When I wasn't doing that, my grandfather took me fishing and hunting while my grandmother would teach me how to sew and cook. Kind of girly things for a little boy to be doing, but those skills definitely helped out in the long run.

My folks were military, so rather than drag me around and traumatize me with multiple moves they had me stay at my grandparents'. My room sat at essentially the middle of the house. It was surrounded on all sides by thick walls which used to house passageways but had since been sealed off. I hung up pictures and cool things befitting an eight year old's room. I loved the house, but it started to feel a little off after a while.

I noticed that my things kept disappearing. Nothing incredibly valuable, just trivial things like my toothbrushes and combs. No, they never reappeared at some random place, and I would never see them again. My grandparents spent a fortune on my various grooming products, I imagine. It was just my stuff though, which left me and my family in confusion. They used to joke that a ghost must have taken a liking to me.

They were kidding of course, but I started to get really freaked out over this notion. I started paying attention to very minor noises and details, and whenever something odd DID present itself it would creep me out to the extreme. I remember drying a favorite shirt of mine, only to come back five minutes later to find the dryer door open and my shirt gone. My things would be moved. Pictures of me that were on the walls would go missing. Most importantly, these little holes started appearing in the walls around the house.

They first showed up in my room, then they just popped up all over the house. The kitchen, the bathrooms, the living room. Everywhere except the master bedroom, where my grandparents slept. This really creeped me out, so one night I decided I was going to sleep in their room. I slept in a pretty comfy sleeping bag on the floor, and for the first time in awhile I felt pretty safe.

Two AM rolls around and I wake up to this weird tapping sound. It's almost as if someone was hammering something a little ways off. It was the middle of the country and people are often awake doing random things at all hours, so I started to write it off. The moment I started to shrug it off, I happened to look at the far wall, directly facing me. Just in time to see a jagged piece of wall fall out, leaving another tiny hole. I yelled and woke my grandparents. They were genuinely upset for me, so we packed up a few things and left for a weekend.

When we got back, the first thing I noticed is that almost everything in the house that had anything to do with me was either gone or damaged. My room was now host to at least thirty different holes, all in varying shapes and sizes. I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was go to bed. Me and my grandparents stood in my room and demanded whatever was in the house to leave me alone.

There was no great relief, there was no angry outburst, there was no ghostly laughter. Just silence and me feeling scared and a little silly. I decided to be brave and stay in my room that night.

I awoke around 12 AM to a thump, the kind I usually attribute to my family moving around knocking into a wall. I started drifting back off, only to hear another thump. Then another.

Eventually these grew pretty rhythmic. I was scared out of my mind. I bolted upright and started scanning around my room. I grabbed the flashlight that I had grown to keep on my nightstand and started shining it everywhere. The floor, the walls, the holes. The thumping stopped, but I kept looking around frantically. Eventually my beam caught something shiny and I fixated on it. As soon as I realized what it was, I screamed and started crying like a little girl for my parents. It was a human eye.

My grandparents came in and saw this, an unblinking human eye staring out at the room. The police were called and came immediately. They opened the sealed portions of the house and searched every passageway they could find. Eventually they came to the section behind my far wall, where the eye was located. I wasn't privy to the information when I was that young, but when I got older my grandparents told me what it was.

The police came upon this tiny room, only big enough to hold one person comfortably if only barely. They were first greeted by what they described as a thick layer of garbage and waste. Most of this "garbage" was my things that had gone missing. My combs, my toothbrushes, my socks, my shoes, my washcloths. My favorite shirt. At the wall, surrounded by pictures of me, was a man. He was completely naked, the only thing keeping him upright was a belt around his neck looped over a nearby low rafter. The cause of death was autoerotic asphyxiation. He had died staring at me, pleasuring himself, surrounded by his sick fascination with me.

I don't think there's any getting over it. I can't stand the dark now, and now when I go to sleep...all I can think about are holes.
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Ok, that is some seriously messed up shit. A little too hard to believe, but ultra creepy anyway.
 
Schmitty

Schmitty

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Totally disappointed I have finished reading this thread. I've had it opened up as a tab on my phone for a few weeks, slowly reading through it.

Unfortunately, I don't have any paranormal events to tell about. I hope people keep posting.
 
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super-heated plasma

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Schmitty said:
Totally disappointed I have finished reading this thread. I've had it opened up as a tab on my phone for a few weeks, slowly reading through it.

Unfortunately, I don't have any paranormal events to tell about. I hope people keep posting.
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I'm hoping for more too.
 
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Djanvk

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So I was stationed in northern Germany back in the early 90s, the barracks I lived in still had a Swastika embedding in the brick, it used to be a old Submarine post I was told in WW2 right on the north sea in Bremerhaven Germany. Well anyways I was pulling CQ (charge of quarters) on night and it was like 2am and I happened to be able to watch a Chicago Cubs game on TV that night and as I was sitting there in the doorway of the hallway I hear something clip clopping down the hallway to my left. I looked and see a figure comming down the hall towards me (click clack, click clack) and as it gets closer to me I noticed it looked exactly like a SS soldier from WW2. This thing just walked right by me eyeing me the whole way until it got past me and then dissappeared down the hallway where there were not exit doors. I'm actually still getting chills just telling this story, it freaked me out. The click clack was from the old tall leather boots you see the SS soldiers wearing in pictures. I definitely stayed awake that night.

There were other stories from other soldiers I was stationed with of these SS soldiers showing up in their rooms like cussing them out in German, on room in particular this happened a lot they said.

Also some nights it would sound like we were getting attacked by fighter planes right above the barracks. Interesting place, I really enjoyed myself there but there was some freaky shit though.
 
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super-heated plasma

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Djanvk said:
So I was stationed in northern Germany back in the early 90s, the barracks I lived in still had a Swastika embedding in the brick, it used to be a old Submarine post I was told in WW2 right on the north sea in Bremerhaven Germany. Well anyways I was pulling CQ (charge of quarters) on night and it was like 2am and I happened to be able to watch a Chicago Cubs game on TV that night and as I was sitting there in the doorway of the hallway I hear something clip clopping down the hallway to my left. I looked and see a figure comming down the hall towards me (click clack, click clack) and as it gets closer to me I noticed it looked exactly like a SS soldier from WW2. This thing just walked right by me eyeing me the whole way until it got past me and then dissappeared down the hallway where there were not exit doors. I'm actually still getting chills just telling this story, it freaked me out. The click clack was from the old tall leather boots you see the SS soldiers wearing in pictures. I definitely stayed awake that night.

There were other stories from other soldiers I was stationed with of these SS soldiers showing up in their rooms like cussing them out in German, on room in particular this happened a lot they said.

Also some nights it would sound like we were getting attacked by fighter planes right above the barracks. Interesting place, I really enjoyed myself there but there was some freaky shit though.
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Wow, that's pretty cool and creepy at the same time. Thanks a lot for sharing.
 
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Silphonica

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Soru said:
Since I can't create topics, I thought i'd search and bump this one with my own experiences.

As I type this now, I warn you, I might create a wall of text, but maybe worth the read if you believe in ghost stories. All of this is true, no joke.

I'm a university student, and usually I live near campus. I decided to take a year off and I moved back in with my mum. This was November last year. During the time I was gone, my mum had managed to get addicted to watching ghost shows on TV and really started to believe in them. I have always been a non-believer and usually replied in a condescending tone whenever she told me what she saw on the TV.

She saw a medium or psychic or whatever you want to call them, and that medium told my mum that "your nan, Etna is always with you". Now, i'm aware of many cold reading (I think that is what it is called) techniques were the psychic usually makes the 'client' answer the questions for them, but this psychic just blurted this out, and Etna isn't a common name, not to mention with had no documentation lying around the house this person could have picked up on, needless to say, I couldn't explain it but I wasn't convinced of anything paranormal.

Anyway, my mum gets the idea into her head to get 2 of her friends round to do an Oujia Board. One friend is a strict non-believer and the other is a believer. I tried to tell my mum about the difference of beliefs when it comes to ghosts and demons and that Oujia Boards invite "demons" and not "ghosts". She went ahead with the idea, I sat out. I honestly didn't believe anything would happen, but I watched so I could use this against them at a later date.

To prevent them pushing the glass with their finger, I kept a close eye and told them to put no pressure on the glass. (If you press down, your fingernail changes colour). They decided to do the Oujia Board on my glass framed poster of the Joker from dark night.

Low and behold, nothing happened. My ego boosted at that moment but at the same time I was kinda relieved (its easy not to believe in something, but theres nothing stopping me being wrong). I pick up my poster, head to my room and as I go to hang it up. I was confused. The frame hangs up by a horizontal string which is located at the top of the poster. Which means the frame can only be hung up one way. As I hung it up, I looked at it. What I was looking at was an upside down poster. Actually, at that point my heart began to race. Why was it upside down? Did someone quickly do that to scare me? The idea of that to me was impossible, because the poster had been in my presence the whole time. I hadn't left the room once. Instead of freaking out, I grabbed my poster, charged upstairs and accused them all of changing the poster inside the frame upside down to see what reaction I would get. No-one admitted to it, and the strict non-believer's face went white. I was starting to actually believe them, but I also assumed that if this was done as a joke, the other two would have done it out with her knowledge as well. I place my posted on the floor on it's face to reveal the back. At this point my face went white. At this point I realised, no-one in this room could have changed the poster inside the frame upside down. Why? On the back was this piece of thin hardwood put in place to keep the poster flat, the hardwood was kept in place by 8 clasps, stiff clasps that are very hard to pull back to allow the hardwood to be removed. I took me 25 mins to put the poster back. Just because it was so difficult.

The strict non-believer at this point was very jumpy for the rest of the night. I was sitting next to her and I could feel her making the sofa tremble very lightly, the whole poster incident must have spooked her. We were all sitting talking about something completely unrelated to ghosts and all of a sudden the tv turned off, everyone jumped. ,I assumed the power supply line was fucked because I had a TV with the same problem, and this one was showing the same symptoms turning off (also the LED goes off), and I was expecting it turn back on into standby mode (a usual symptom) maybe 2-3 mins later. In fact the whole TV turned itself back on, again I started getting a little panic'y but the non-believer was gone, as soon as she saw that, she said "I need go, go home, your place is freaking me out". To this day, I still haven't really figured out what happened, I want to believe but I also want to give rational explanations to these events, especially the poster.

Funnily enough the strong non-believer woman has a 6 year old daughter with a problem, and i'm no talking mental or physical disability problems here. Ever since this little girl could remember, she said she sees dead people. When I heard this, my mouth hit the floor. Sixth Sense all over again. This little girl is six and has been showing symptoms of seeing these dead people since she was 2 or 3. Before she really knew what they were. We're also not talking cartoon ghosts, she describes them very few times and I guess an accurate description would be a zombie ghost, rotten flesh, dismembered limbs etc. I wss once in the same room as her with her mum, you can tell when she can see them. This was the first and only time I ever met the little girl but she went from being happy and bubbly and then came into the living room and started cuddling into her mum, as in buried her face into her mum's ribs, wouldn't come out. I tried to lighten her spirits by saying "are you pretending to be shy". Little did I know she was crying and all she said was "I saw them, outside, everywhere" obviously I looked outside, there was no-one there. It was a little surreal to say the least. I'm not sure if it's a chemical imbalance in the brain causing her to hallucinate or something. I don't really know how hallucination works, but all I know is shes been to specialists to be treated and nothing is really working. So I dunno.

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This is the last part, all be it unrelated to the last part, hence the line.

One day, i'm in the shower. Scrubbing myself squeaky clean, my mum wasn't home so like most of us I like to stupid shit in the shower. For most people it is sing, but I like to beatbox. You know the feeling when you think you just heard someone walk by the bathroom and you think they might have heard you sing or whatever? You get really embarrassed and hush the hell up? Well I live in an apartment, and I thought I heard my mum come home (the bathroom is close to the front door). I definitely heard someone, so I just went quiet and pretended I never heard her. I kept quiet for the remainder of the shower. As I leave the bathroom, I see a new 8-pack of toilet paper at the center of the door frame. This wasn't there before, so I assumed that, when I heard my mum come home, she left it there so I would see it and put it in th bathroom when I leave. Which I did. I carried on doing my thing, 10 mins later in fresh clothes but with wet hair I do a little journey upstairs to talk to my mum. She was not home. I just assumed she left again and I never heard her leave. She comes home, about an hour later. I let her know "When you came home earlier..." I was interrupted with "I didn't come home earlier?" in which I continued slowly "...I put...the toilet paper you left at the door...in the bathroom". We literally just looked at each other for a good 30 seconds in which she just confirmed what I, obviously, would have assumed if she was telling the truth "I didn't leave any toilet paper, I wasn't aware we even needed any right refills right now". The truth is, we didn't need any toilet paper I did notice we still had 3 and a half rolls left. Not to mention the toilet paper I found wasn't even the same brand we're used to buying. I thought, again, she was trying to prank me. Which was impossible because she had a Dr's appointment roughly the same time I actually went into the shower. The Dr's isn't just a stone's throw away from here so she would never have got back in time for me getting out the shower.

Take that as you want. I want to believe but still find it hard.

The creepiest thing happened last night though. Nothing ghostly (or so I hope), but my mum was sleepwalking, and she walked right into my room at 5am waking me up. She never sleepwalks. She used to, but hasn't done it since she was like 12 or something. I was freaked as fuck. She also never ever comes into my room.
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Okay, so my resident ghost has been pretty silent since this last post. However, just the other day he/she decided to spark up my curiosity again.

It's 11am. I have to leave for work in a little over an hour. I grab a towel and go into the bathroom, which was 90 degrees to my right and right in my face when I left my room. I left my room with the door wide open. It's important to note, I have a table in my room that runs parallel to the door next to my bed (which is in the middle of the room). On this table I have some fucking awesome hot sauce which is in a study glass bottle and a TV remote.

As I'm washing my hair, I heard the loudest mother fucking bang that made me shit myself something rotten. Well I lie, I didn't shit myself, I farted. I was still scared though. I was pretty much drowning in shampoo and water though so I finished up.

As I leave the bathroom, I instantly notice my bedroom door was now closed. No problem, a strong draft could have easily closed this door. That thought still made me shudder because I was expecting the room to be freezing cold, especially thanks to the fact that I've been naked on the top half for a good 15 mins. As I opened the door, I felt no draft resistance nor did I feel a blast of cold air. My room was warm. A little worried, I step into my room. "Motherfucker!" Was my reaction when I stepped on a piece of glass which belonged to the hot sauce bottle which had seemingly flew off my table and cracked on the bottom corner. This was strange as shit, what did it collide off of? Not the door, the door is fine. More importantly, how the fuck did it fly across my room like that anyway? It was sitting on the table perfect and even if it had tipped over it would not have went so far. Wait, where the fuck is my TV remote? Wtf is going on?

Is there anyone here? No, i'm home alone and the only one with a key, except my mum but she didn't come home.

What is your problem?

Trying to cut my feet?

I have beautiful toes, don't fuck with me, go back to being friendly or i'll fuck you in you sleep.

Goodnight.

(Story-esque writing out of boredom. Story is authentic. If there was a logical explanation for what happened, I couldnt find it. I told my mum who believes in ghosts, she couldn't give a shit. I'm still sceptical).
 
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super-heated plasma

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Soru said:
Okay, so my resident ghost has been pretty silent since this last post. However, just the other day he/she decided to spark up my curiosity again.

It's 11am. I have to leave for work in a little over an hour. I grab a towel and go into the bathroom, which was 90 degrees to my right and right in my face when I left my room. I left my room with the door wide open. It's important to note, I have a table in my room that runs parallel to the door next to my bed (which is in the middle of the room). On this table I have some fucking awesome hot sauce which is in a study glass bottle and a TV remote.

As I'm washing my hair, I heard the loudest mother fucking bang that made me shit myself something rotten. Well I lie, I didn't shit myself, I farted. I was still scared though. I was pretty much drowning in shampoo and water though so I finished up.

As I leave the bathroom, I instantly notice my bedroom door was now closed. No problem, a strong draft could have easily closed this door. That thought still made me shudder because I was expecting the room to be freezing cold, especially thanks to the fact that I've been naked on the top half for a good 15 mins. As I opened the door, I felt no draft resistance nor did I feel a blast of cold air. My room was warm. A little worried, I step into my room. "Motherfucker!" Was my reaction when I stepped on a piece of glass which belonged to the hot sauce bottle which had seemingly flew off my table and cracked on the bottom corner. This was strange as shit, what did it collide off of? Not the door, the door is fine. More importantly, how the fuck did it fly across my room like that anyway? It was sitting on the table perfect and even if it had tipped over it would not have went so far. Wait, where the fuck is my TV remote? Wtf is going on?

Is there anyone here? No, i'm home alone and the only one with a key, except my mum but she didn't come home.

What is your problem?

Trying to cut my feet?

I have beautiful toes, don't fuck with me, go back to being friendly or i'll fuck you in you sleep.

Goodnight.

(Story-esque writing out of boredom. Story is authentic. If there was a logical explanation for what happened, I couldnt find it. I told my mum who believes in ghosts, she couldn't give a shit. I'm still sceptical).
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Wow, that's some spooky shit. Thanks for sharing. And keep us updated.
 
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Joe Shlabotnik

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Where did you find your remote control?

Glass can sometimes explode, seemingly for no reason at all. Did it look like it exploded on the table or was it flung across the room or something? Where was the hot sauce stain?
 
ReBurn

ReBurn

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I posted this in a similar thread a few months ago.


ReBurn said:
I thought I saw a ghost in the engine room of the USS Yorktown once. Nearly needed to change my shorts. Then I watched the Ghost Hunters episode about the ship a few weeks back and it scared me all over again.
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The Yorktown is a museum ship around here. It saw action during WWII. I actually went last week to try to see it again, but no luck so far. I plan to try again later in the month when there aren't as many people. Last time there were too many people walking though the engine room.
 
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trudderham

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I used to live in this tiny house, built in the 60’s I think. The place always felt creepy, especially when you had your back to an empty room, or when going up and down the stairs. Thankfully my bedroom was the one place that felt warm and safe.

Anyway, one night my mum went to the bathroom in the dark, so not to wake anyone, and as she left she bumped into a tall man stood on the top of the stairs. It was dark, but she could see his silhouette and shadow. She thought it was me and apologised, then walked around him towards her room. That’s when it dawned on her I couldn’t possibly be the man, as he was a good 10 inches taller then me, and fully dressed in wollen clothing. She spun around and the man was gone. I remember her waking me up to ask if I’d been to the bathroom (which I hadn’t). It really freaked her out for a while. We had a dog at the time that barked at anyone outside, and she didn’t make a sound that night.

All this time we had things go missing. Keys, food, bits of clothing etc. If you got really angry and asked for it back it’d turn up moments later. The dog would also sometimes growl at open doorways, the corner of the room or suddenly chase something up the stairs.

One morning I was walking to work. I had to set off at 5AM, and it was winter, so still night time outside and foggy. I remember seeing a young girl with striped black and white stockings on the swing outside our house. It took me a few moments to wonder why a girl was out playing in the dark at 5AM on a cold, foggy morning. I turned around and she’d gone.

A few months later I discovered the house was built on the site of an old factory/mill that employed children, most girls between the ages of 7 and 20. In 1818 the mill caught fire one night and burned down, killing 17 girls who had been locked inside and forced to work for the night. I think the place was called Atkinson Mill, in Colne Bridge, Huddersfield (UK). Gave me the creeps and I was glad when we moved out shortly after!
 
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trudderham said:
I used to live in this tiny house, built in the 60’s I think. The place always felt creepy, especially when you had your back to an empty room, or when going up and down the stairs. Thankfully my bedroom was the one place that felt warm and safe.

Anyway, one night my mum went to the bathroom in the dark, so not to wake anyone, and as she left she bumped into a tall man stood on the top of the stairs. It was dark, but she could see his silhouette and shadow. She thought it was me and apologised, then walked around him towards her room. That’s when it dawned on her I couldn’t possibly be the man, as he was a good 10 inches taller then me, and fully dressed in wollen clothing. She spun around and the man was gone. I remember her waking me up to ask if I’d been to the bathroom (which I hadn’t). It really freaked her out for a while. We had a dog at the time that barked at anyone outside, and she didn’t make a sound that night.

All this time we had things go missing. Keys, food, bits of clothing etc. If you got really angry and asked for it back it’d turn up moments later. The dog would also sometimes growl at open doorways, the corner of the room or suddenly chase something up the stairs.

One morning I was walking to work. I had to set off at 5AM, and it was winter, so still night time outside and foggy. I remember seeing a young girl with striped black and white stockings on the swing outside our house. It took me a few moments to wonder why a girl was out playing in the dark at 5AM on a cold, foggy morning. I turned around and she’d gone.

A few months later I discovered the house was built on the site of an old factory/mill that employed children, most girls between the ages of 7 and 20. In 1818 the mill caught fire one night and burned down, killing 17 girls who had been locked inside and forced to work for the night. I think the place was called Atkinson Mill, in Colne Bridge, Huddersfield (UK). Gave me the creeps and I was glad when we moved out shortly after!
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God I love these stories. Keep em coming.
 
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Lumpy Onion

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When I was around 5 or 6 years old I saw a strange woman standing in my living room in the early morning. I was immediately terrified and ran downstairs to tell my parents. When we went back up there was nobody there. They chocked it up to a vivid imagination or something. Still to this day I can't understand what it was. There was something "off" about her appearance that gives me shivers even to this day.

My parents' old house was built upon the foundation of a mansion from the 1800-early 1900s that burnt down in a great fire. The stories tell of a woman who lost a ring of great value to her. Perhaps it was her coming back to reclaim what she had lost.

My dad told me later that he had seen a strange woman wandering around in our backyard a couple of times as well. That didn't put me at ease.
 
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Nakazato

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I worked on this

http://www.syfy.com/hauntedcollector/episodes/season/2/episode/202/haunted_inn_long_live_the_kings

we heard all kinda shit. a lil girl going up and down stairs a lil girl laughing. the Lights randomly turned on and off (I was outside and no one was in the house). Went to go turn off said light off. Walked in the House the and it went from muggy to cold (it was 80 deg !00% hum) in the house we closed the door. here laughing and something the kinda sounded like play with me plz. Paralyzed in fear me and the other guys had to strong arm the door open.

And that was only what happen to me. We had a cam op have deep scratches on his body tho he had on one of the huge north face jackets. the looked like it was a lil girl the scratched him im sure there's more tho. Was an Insane 3 days
 
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Nizz

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Nakazato said:
I worked on this

http://www.syfy.com/hauntedcollector/episodes/season/2/episode/202/haunted_inn_long_live_the_kings

we heard all kinda shit. a lil girl going up and down stairs a lil girl laughing. the Lights randomly turned on and off (I was outside and no one was in the house). Went to go turn off said light off. Walked in the House the and it went from muggy to cold (it was 80 deg !00% hum) in the house we closed the door. here laughing and something the kinda sounded like play with me plz. Paralyzed in fear me and the other guys had to strong arm the door open.

And that was only what happen to me. We had a cam op have deep scratches on his body tho he had on one of the huge north face jackets. the looked like it was a lil girl the scratched him im sure there's more tho. Was an Insane 3 days
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I like that show:) Were you a camera person or something? Sounds pretty creepy.
 
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super-heated plasma

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Nakazato said:
I worked on this

http://www.syfy.com/hauntedcollector/episodes/season/2/episode/202/haunted_inn_long_live_the_kings

we heard all kinda shit. a lil girl going up and down stairs a lil girl laughing. the Lights randomly turned on and off (I was outside and no one was in the house). Went to go turn off said light off. Walked in the House the and it went from muggy to cold (it was 80 deg !00% hum) in the house we closed the door. here laughing and something the kinda sounded like play with me plz. Paralyzed in fear me and the other guys had to strong arm the door open.

And that was only what happen to me. We had a cam op have deep scratches on his body tho he had on one of the huge north face jackets. the looked like it was a lil girl the scratched him im sure there's more tho. Was an Insane 3 days
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very cool. thanks!
 
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Gramercy.1

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I had just started dating my ex wife in college, back in the early aughts, and we had just got back to her place from the bar on a Friday night. At the time, she lived in a townhouse where the stairs greet you as you enter, two rooms upstairs, and living quarters all on the ground floor.

As we walk in, carrying on whatever conversation we were having at the time, you could hear her roommate(female friend of hers) and some dude going about some canoe trip they were planning and laughing at each other. We make ourselves comfortable on the couch, turn on the TV, and proceed to watch some program, still being able to hear them upstairs, but more as background dribble. From this vantage point, you are looking at the wall that the stairs share which leads to the entrance of the house to the right of us.

About 45 minutes go by (~11:40 pm) and her roommate comes flying down the steps and is about to open the door and leave when she notices us. With a bit of an incredulous look and surprised tone, shes asks us when we got there. Both of us kind of shrug off the question. She looks around a bit and tells us she off to the library. So out she goes...

It was a little odd to me that she was going to the library this late on a Friday, but the exchange was innocuous in itself. There was about a minute window where we didn't say anything to each other. Then it hit us both. We turned to each other stammering between the both of us "when we walked in... you heard a guy up there, right... you heard about the canoe trip too... they were laughing... the guy didn't leave... do you hear anything now"! I immediately go upstairs calling out to whoever my be there, but to no avail. I search the roommates room first and then the ex's with no luck. Looked at the window sill to see if he climbed out, the thing hadn't been open for ages with all the junk and dust surrounding it. To my dismay, there was absolutely no one else in the house.

We were pretty spooked by the event and decided to stay at my place instead. She eventually asked the roommate about the event and roomy claimed it was the TV she was talking to (both my ex and I know what we heard and there is no way it was a TV). I've chalked it down to her maybe having a split-personality where she would undulate her voice and what have you, but who knows. It certainly freaked my ex and me out quite a bit.

Love the thread btw... Just wanted to contribute one event I had around this topic.
 
J-Roderton

J-Roderton

Member
Gramercy.1 said:
I had just started dating my ex wife in college, back in the early aughts, and we had just got back to her place from the bar on a Friday night. At the time, she lived in a townhouse where the stairs greet you as you enter, two rooms upstairs, and living quarters all on the ground floor.

As we walk in, carrying on whatever conversation we were having at the time, you could hear her roommate(female friend of hers) and some dude going about some canoe trip they were planning and laughing at each other. We make ourselves comfortable on the couch, turn on the TV, and proceed to watch some program, still being able to hear them upstairs, but more as background dribble. From this vantage point, you are looking at the wall that the stairs share which leads to the entrance of the house to the right of us.

About 45 minutes go by (~11:40 pm) and her roommate comes flying down the steps and is about to open the door and leave when she notices us. With a bit of an incredulous look and surprised tone, shes asks us when we got there. Both of us kind of shrug off the question. She looks around a bit and tells us she off to the library. So out she goes...

It was a little odd to me that she was going to the library this late on a Friday, but the exchange was innocuous in itself. There was about a minute window where we didn't say anything to each other. Then it hit us both. We turned to each other stammering between the both of us "when we walked in... you heard a guy up there, right... you heard about the canoe trip too... they were laughing... the guy didn't leave... do you hear anything now"! I immediately go upstairs calling out to whoever my be there, but to no avail. I search the roommates room first and then the ex's with no luck. Looked at the window sill to see if he climbed out, the thing hadn't been open for ages with all the junk and dust surrounding it. To my dismay, there was absolutely no one else in the house.

We were pretty spooked by the event and decided to stay at my place instead. She eventually asked the roommate about the event and roomy claimed it was the TV she was talking to (both my ex and I know what we heard and there is no way it was a TV). I've chalked it down to her maybe having a split-personality where she would undulate her voice and what have you, but who knows. It certainly freaked my ex and me out quite a bit.

Love the thread btw... Just wanted to contribute one event I had around this topic.
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Any chance she was skyping? If not, that is pretty creepy.
 
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Gramercy.1

Neo Member
Jroderton said:
Any chance she was skyping? If not, that is pretty creepy.
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This was around '02 or '03, so I doubt it. Plus her explanation was that she was just talking to the TV, not someone on a web cam.

edit: Additionally, you can tell the difference between someone speaking that is actually there from someone's voice through a speaker.
 
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super-heated plasma

Member
Gramercy.1 said:
I had just started dating my ex wife in college, back in the early aughts, and we had just got back to her place from the bar on a Friday night. At the time, she lived in a townhouse where the stairs greet you as you enter, two rooms upstairs, and living quarters all on the ground floor.

As we walk in, carrying on whatever conversation we were having at the time, you could hear her roommate(female friend of hers) and some dude going about some canoe trip they were planning and laughing at each other. We make ourselves comfortable on the couch, turn on the TV, and proceed to watch some program, still being able to hear them upstairs, but more as background dribble. From this vantage point, you are looking at the wall that the stairs share which leads to the entrance of the house to the right of us.

About 45 minutes go by (~11:40 pm) and her roommate comes flying down the steps and is about to open the door and leave when she notices us. With a bit of an incredulous look and surprised tone, shes asks us when we got there. Both of us kind of shrug off the question. She looks around a bit and tells us she off to the library. So out she goes...

It was a little odd to me that she was going to the library this late on a Friday, but the exchange was innocuous in itself. There was about a minute window where we didn't say anything to each other. Then it hit us both. We turned to each other stammering between the both of us "when we walked in... you heard a guy up there, right... you heard about the canoe trip too... they were laughing... the guy didn't leave... do you hear anything now"! I immediately go upstairs calling out to whoever my be there, but to no avail. I search the roommates room first and then the ex's with no luck. Looked at the window sill to see if he climbed out, the thing hadn't been open for ages with all the junk and dust surrounding it. To my dismay, there was absolutely no one else in the house.

We were pretty spooked by the event and decided to stay at my place instead. She eventually asked the roommate about the event and roomy claimed it was the TV she was talking to (both my ex and I know what we heard and there is no way it was a TV). I've chalked it down to her maybe having a split-personality where she would undulate her voice and what have you, but who knows. It certainly freaked my ex and me out quite a bit.

Love the thread btw... Just wanted to contribute one event I had around this topic.
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How utterly bizarre. Thanks for sharing!
 
J

Jack_AG

Banned
Incoming lengthy story...

So six and a quarter years ago my wife's grandmother had passed. On the night she had passed, it was a Friday - 8:10 PM on the dot. Our cat Cujo started going crazy - zipping around the house, howling at the wall, howling at nothing, staring at the stairs, etc.

15 minutes later we get a phone call from my father-in-law telling us that my wife's grandmother had passed away just 15 minutes earlier (they were at the hospital, etc).

We thought that was creepy how Cujo was going ape-shit at absolutely nothing. We thought "that must be your grandmother passing through on her way out or... something". We put it out of our thoughts since... meh... ghosts, right?

Anyhow... fast forward a few months later on Halloween - the wife and I headed over to my friend Kristin's house - just the 3 of us to chillax, enjoy the night and try to contact... THE DECEASED. I wasn't a believer but I played along. We started a seance of sorts using a scrying bowl, sage and whatever else you use to contact the other side... which... again... I took very lightly seeing as how when you're dead... you're dead, right? I was interested in the subject material - but a pretty hard skeptic.

Anyhow I decided to try recording some EVPs with my trusty field recorder - I recorded for roughly 10 minutes. We turned the sink on in the next room to provide background noise - as is traditional to turn something on like running water, white noise, a fan, etc so ghosts can "communicate" via the noise... more on that later...

So for 10 minutes we asked questions, etc. The next day I put on my trusty studio cans and go at the 10 minutes listening for anything. First order of business was to establish the noise floor - not eliminate it - but find out what freq band it sits in (eq for everyone else) - the bandpass (for the record I worked in the audio industry and have more tools than I need). Once I found out the floor for both freq range and db - I got bearings on my voice, my wife's voice and my friend's voice in the same manner. Since we're human they were all very similar with freq peaks slightly different between us 3 - but in the same ballpark. After that I listened and watched my freq spectrum.

about 7 minutes in we asked a question of her grandmother "can you tell us where you are" to which came the reply "i'm in the room".

I freaked out a bit - marked the time and listened to the rest. That was it. Nothing else.

Now comes the part where I throw everything I have at that little clip to debunk it. It wasn't the loudest, cleanest sample - but it was audible enough to understand with little effort.

My first order of business was to get my wife and friend's thoughts. Without suggestion I let them both listen and write down what they thought they heard (so as not to plant ideas in the other's head). Both wrote down "I'm in the room".

OK - so 3/3 - that's not enough for me. Before going further I wanted more - I had my wife take to social networking (FB) with this tiny audio clip and purposefully steer everyone in the wrong direction. We said the audio clip was from a newscast and you can hear the cameraman say something during dead air but we wanted to know what. We hinted that the audio could be the cameraman saying something bad about the news anchor.

What better way to use suggestion than to steer people in the wrong direction, right? So the responses were, as expected, "i'm in the room" followed with "who was he talking to" or "why would he say that" in context to what they heard.

OK - so a shitload of our friends confirmed what we thought - some couldn't make it out but OK - everyone that did - heard the same thing.

So now onto my analysis.

The audio sat slightly above the noise floor and came directly from that freq band. Not from my wife's, my friend's or mine. From the background noise rose a few dbs to form the phrase "i'm in the room".

This blew my mind. So I needed some more material and took to the internet to find other EVPs. Obviously enough - probably 95% of the EVPs on the net contained active freq bands of a living human being. Only a very few EVPs I tested actually came from the noise floor (from the originating file) and were coherent phrases.

This tells me two things... 1 - most are bullshit fakes. 2 - EVPs are fluctuations of air pressure offered by the noise floor - which make sense since sound is energy traveling through the air and ghosts don't have vocal chords so... they have to "speak energy"... so to speak.

Following the law of thermodynamics energy can not be created or destroyed - it can only change form. So when a ghost "speaks" - it would be my assumption that that specific energy alters what is there in the physical realm...

I guess... I dunno... Since i've never met a ghost I really just don't know.

Anyhow... this leads me to believe that a flat, high-freq-range noise floor needs to be established to serve 2 purposes

1 - cover up unwanted creaks, cracks, bangs, etc that a normal house gives off - pipes, floor boards, etc.
2 - to create a noise floor from the bottom to the top of the freq band to offer up a greater range of frequencies that can be affected by "ghosts".

Myself, my wife and my friend are all convinced this was an actual EVP we captured.

We haven't captured one since.

NOW BACK TO MY AMAZING CAT, CUJO...

Since that night, every friday thereafter, to this day, at 8:10 my cat goes apeshit in the house for 5 minutes.

CREEPS ME THE FUCK OUT.

This Halloween I am bringing out the big guns. My trusty field recorder, 3 mics, my JBL studio monitors (for FLAT white noise) - i'm going to multitrack that shit and see what I can find.

Sorry for the long post.
 
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super-heated plasma

Member
Jack_AG said:
Incoming lengthy story...

So four and a quarter years ago my wife's grandmother had passed. On the night she had passed, it was a Friday - 8:10 PM on the dot. Our cat Cujo started going crazy - zipping around the house, howling at the wall, howling at nothing, staring at the stairs, etc.

15 minutes later we get a phone call from my father-in-law telling us that my wife's grandmother had passed away just 15 minutes earlier (they were at the hospital, etc).

We thought that was creepy how Cujo was going ape-shit at absolutely nothing. We thought "that must be your grandmother passing through on her way out or... something". We put it out of our thoughts since... meh... ghosts, right?

Anyhow... fast forward a few months later on Halloween - the wife and I headed over to my friend Kristin's house - just the 3 of us to chillax, enjoy the night and try to contact... THE DECEASED. I wasn't a believer but I played along. We started a seance of sorts using a scrying bowl, sage and whatever else you use to contact the other side... which... again... I took very lightly seeing as how when you're dead... you're dead, right? I was interested in the subject material - but a pretty hard skeptic.

Anyhow I decided to try recording some EVPs with my trusty field recorder - I recorded for roughly 10 minutes. We turned the sink on in the next room to provide background noise - as is traditional to turn something on like running water, white noise, a fan, etc so ghosts can "communicate" via the noise... more on that later...

So for 10 minutes we asked questions, etc. The next day I put on my trusty studio cans and go at the 10 minutes listening for anything. First order of business was to establish the noise floor - not eliminate it - but find out what freq band it sits in (eq for everyone else) - the bandpass (for the record I worked in the audio industry and have more tools than I need). Once I found out the floor for both freq range and db - I got bearings on my voice, my wife's voice and my friend's voice in the same manner. Since we're human they were all very similar with freq peaks slightly different between us 3 - but in the same ballpark. After that I listened and watched my freq spectrum.

about 7 minutes in we asked a question of her grandmother "can you tell us where you are" to which came the reply "i'm in the room".

I freaked out a bit - marked the time and listened to the rest. That was it. Nothing else.

Now comes the part where I throw everything I have at that little clip to debunk it. It wasn't the loudest, cleanest sample - but it was audible enough to understand with little effort.

My first order of business was to get my wife and friend's thoughts. Without suggestion I let them both listen and write down what they thought they heard (so as not to plant ideas in the other's head). Both wrote down "I'm in the room".

OK - so 3/3 - that's not enough for me. Before going further I wanted more - I had my wife take to social networking (FB) with this tiny audio clip and purposefully steer everyone in the wrong direction. We said the audio clip was from a newscast and you can hear the cameraman say something during dead air but we wanted to know what. We hinted that the audio could be the cameraman saying something bad about the news anchor.

What better way to use suggestion than to steer people in the wrong direction, right? So the responses were, as expected, "i'm in the room" followed with "who was he talking to" or "why would he say that" in context to what they heard.

OK - so a shitload of our friends confirmed what we thought - some couldn't make it out but OK - everyone that did - heard the same thing.

So now onto my analysis.

The audio sat slightly above the noise floor and came directly from that freq band. Not from my wife's, my friend's or mine. From the background noise rose a few dbs to form the phrase "i'm in the room".

This blew my mind. So I needed some more material and took to the internet to find other EVPs. Obviously enough - probably 95% of the EVPs on the net contained active freq bands of a living human being. Only a very few EVPs I tested actually came from the noise floor (from the originating file) and were coherent phrases.

This tells me two things... 1 - most are bullshit fakes. 2 - EVPs are fluctuations of air pressure offered by the noise floor - which make sense since sound is energy traveling through the air and ghosts don't have vocal chords so... they have to "speak energy"... so to speak.

Following the law of thermodynamics energy can not be created or destroyed - it can only change form. So when a ghost "speaks" - it would be my assumption that that specific energy alters what is there in the physical realm...

I guess... I dunno... Since i've never met a ghost I really just don't know.

Anyhow... this leads me to believe that a flat, high-freq-range noise floor needs to be established to serve 2 purposes

1 - cover up unwanted creaks, cracks, bangs, etc that a normal house gives off - pipes, floor boards, etc.
2 - to create a noise floor from the bottom to the top of the freq band to offer up a greater range of frequencies that can be affected by "ghosts".

Myself, my wife and my friend are all convinced this was an actual EVP we captured.

We haven't captured one since.

NOW BACK TO MY AMAZING CAT, CUJO...

Since that night, every friday thereafter, to this day, at 8:10 my cat goes apeshit in the house for 5 minutes.

CREEPS ME THE FUCK OUT.

This Halloween I am bringing out the big guns. My trusty field recorder, 3 mics, my JBL studio monitors (for FLAT white noise) - i'm going to multitrack that shit and see what I can find.

Sorry for the long post.
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Holy shit, Jack. Please keep us informed on what happens and share the files if you could please! Thanks for sharing, an I am looking forward to seeing what you come up with. :)
 
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Ponn

Banned
Not a ghost story, but I figure its creepy enough to post here for Halloween.

My parents started leaving me home alone when I was about 9, they would either go bowling or play bingo at the bingo hall. There was one Friday night, it was getting late, almost 10 but they wouldn't be home for another hour and it was fall, cold out in Michigan but snow had not dropped yet. We had 2 St. Bernards when I was a kid, the big kind that small children could ride like ponies. We kept them in a huge fenced in pin on our backyard with huge dog barn(not a house, more like a barn).

I was half falling asleep on the couch watching TV when I started hearing clanging noises out near the pen. We had a huge backyard with no back lights. We lived at the end of a dirt road so there were no other houses around and no around to cause problems so I figured something might be wrong with one of the dogs. I grabbed a flashlight and went outside to look. We had one of those huge satellite dishes when I was a kid, the kind that had to move to the direction of each satellite and was big enough to catch snow and you would have to sweep out. I made it to right underneath that and I shined the light at the pen but didn't see either of the dogs outside the barn. I scanned to the right and as the light hit to the right outside of the pen I saw a huge thing of fur on 4 legs and at the moment I saw its head turn to me and its eyes light up from the flashlight.

I turned and ran as fast as I could for the front porch and door and swore I heard growling noises behind me. I slammed the front door shut and turned off the front porch light. We had those big type of front windows that looked right out on our front porch but I was too scared to look outside to see if whateve rit was had chased me to the front door. I didn't want to let it know I was right there and it could come crashing through the window.

After awhile I still didn't know what to do but I had to know what it was or where it was. We lived in like a modular home/trailer that set way up on bricks with the front half at the top this little hill/incline with the back half overlooking the backyard. Looking down at the backyard i turned the flash light on and looked out the window and I didn't see anything out near the pen. I started looking near our pool and still didn't see anything there or at the edge of the woods on either side. I started feeling a little relief when i finally started to trail the light up to the back of the house and almost directly under the back room I saw the blob of blackish fur and the head with the glowing eyes staring up at me. And then it stood up straight human like on two legs.

I ran for my room and hid in my bed till my parents got him. My dad took his hunting rifle and checked all around and checked on the dogs. I didn't want to sleep in my room because the walls of the home were extremely weak, in fact there was a hole near my bed that you could feel the draft from outside through and my window over my bed looked right outside to the woods.
 
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Jack_AG

Banned
Soneet said:
You missed the link to the audio file.
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super-heated plasma said:
Holy shit, Jack. Please keep us informed on what happens and share the files if you could please! Thanks for sharing, an I am looking forward to seeing what you come up with. :)
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https://dl.dropbox.com/u/56996215/im_in_the_room.wav

I stand corrected - 6.25 years go she died damn... I'm getting old o_O I'll correct my initial post.

Needless to say this audio is 6 years old, not 4. The only editing is slicing this one part out.

If you are viewing in an audio editor - it starts at 0.88s into the file. You can hear my wife starting to speak at the end of it over the word "room". You won't see any change in the transients of the WAV file when the voice comes in. It's faint - you will probably need a set of cans - but it is still audible.

The other EVPs I have heard from the net and believe to be real sound similar, unlike the standard variety we see on Ghost Hunters, blogs, ghost forums, etc.

I could run it through some processing but wanted to share the original with you guys.
 
ShinNL

ShinNL

Member
Jack_AG said:
https://dl.dropbox.com/u/56996215/im_in_the_room.wav

I stand corrected - 6.25 years go she died damn... I'm getting old o_O I'll correct my initial post.

Needless to say this audio is 6 years old, not 4. The only editing is slicing this one part out.

If you are viewing in an audio editor - it starts at 0.88s into the file. You can hear my wife starting to speak at the end of it over the word "room". You won't see any change in the transients of the WAV file when the voice comes in. It's faint - you will probably need a set of cans - but it is still audible.

The other EVPs I have heard from the net and believe to be real sound similar, unlike the standard variety we see on Ghost Hunters, blogs, ghost forums, etc.

I could run it through some processing but wanted to share the original with you guys.
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Well, I guess it's kind of a debate of what's being said, but it's still fascinating that this sequence of sound occurred just by running water.

This kinda ruins the high percentage of unanimity you had:
Sounds actually a lot like Jerusalem or Amsterdam.
 
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Jack_AG

Banned
Soneet said:
Well, I guess it's kind of a debate of what's being said, but it's still fascinating that this sequence of sound occurred just by running water.

This kinda ruins the high percentage of unanimity you had:
Sounds actually a lot like Jerusalem or Amsterdam.
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For me, it doesn't ruin anything, it just adds more data. There is no scientific way to prove what it is - but I can systematically narrow it down by excluding variables. I still hold my own theory about the spectrum - which loosely ties into thermodynamics about how that sound got there.

Since I haven't been able to successfully record more since - leaves a lot of unanswered questions but I'm gonna try again tomorrow with a proper setup. I will be using 3 standard mics I have here for vocals, kick and instrument alongside a 4th, my measurement mic - if anyone is interested it's the Behringer ECM8000: http://www.behringer.com/EN/Products/ECM8000.aspx

It's very nicely priced: http://www.bhphotovideo.com/c/search?N=0&Ntt=behringer+ecm8000

It's not a standard recording mic - but I use it for room measurements. Don't let the price fool you - this things screams for 55 bucks. Its main use for me is when I setup a new studio (move it, add things to it, help a friend build one, etc). I use it to measure the freq response of the room so I can adequately place sound absorption paneling, chunks, corner triangles, diffusion, etc. The idea is to use a program like FuzzMeasure to emit signals from your studio monitors and record that signal using this mic - you want the freq response of the signal to be as close to the original as possible - the ECM8000 offers one of the flattest responses I have worked with - it should work wonders to accurately record the noise floor and nuances throughout while using other mics as "room" mics.

Here's hoping I can multitrack something.
 
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