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it can be hours of silence I strain to hear above it adjusting the headphones the small voices that hide between the wind and the settling of the house the leaves jostling about brushing the roof I push myself to continue whispered footsteps from upstairs birds greeting the yet unlit morning this house is alive with the dead who remain and when I am about to succumb to the blur of exhaustion the child comes through... 'Mommy!' not once, but multiple cries the sadness and fear in her voice is palpable and I am helpless to help her how many hundreds of years has this child repeated her cries in this house in this room refusing to leave still searching for her mother
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
lost spirit
it can be hours of silence I strain to hear above it adjusting the headphones the small voices that hide between the wind and the settling of the house the leaves jostling about brushing the roof I push myself to continue whispered footsteps from upstairs birds greeting the yet unlit morning this house is alive with the dead who remain and when I am about to succumb to the blur of exhaustion the child comes through... 'Mommy!' not once, but multiple cries the sadness and fear in her voice is palpable and I am helpless to help her how many hundreds of years has this child repeated her cries in this house in this room refusing to leave still searching for her mother
I recorded the voice of a child in an old brick house built in the 1700's. I have numerous evp's from this property that has several buildings, but this was the most profound and indeed has had a lasting effect. Anyone interested in hearing the evp can message me and I will send a link. You will need headphones to hear it....but once you do, you won't forget it.
RoyDeckard
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
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