“what you do is what you become in the next life”
– an evil spirit
In my own case, and in a few others that I know of, the very first EVPs that we captured were quite audible and clear. My first captured EVP was a rather deep male voice. ( I would hear this deep voice again later and began to call him “Mr. Deep Voice”). The responses that I had first received were brief, typical one word (but intelligent) replies to questions that I had asked. That very first EVP capture was a surprising moment for me. It was like being struck by an overwhelming feeling of wonder and curiosity that there really was something to this after all.
These first EVP captures were all it took for me to let myself get pulled in. For a few days after I had captured my first initial EVPs, I didn’t capture anything else, but I felt that if I kept at it, I would. I wanted a repeat of the clear EVPs I had captured just a few days before. Now I knew that there was something to this after all, this was in fact very real and I wanted to experience it again. Within just a few more days, I began to hear very faint, almost inaudible voices on my recordings. I could barely make out what they were saying, but I knew that they were there. After I did a recording session where I would ask the spirits several questions, I went back and listened to each recording over and over again, straining my ears to hear these voices better. What I was doing (though I didn’t fully realize it at the time) was attuning my ears to hear deeper into the recordings.
At this deeper level, here is where the spirit voices were. This wasn’t like the short but clearer replies that I had received before (or the bait as I believe now). At this deeper level, numerous voices began to appear. This deeper level was bustling with voices all seemingly willing to communicate with me. At times, not only was I hearing voices, but I was also hearing other sounds as well. I remember on separate occasions, hearing the sound of a car burning rubber and peeling away. On another occasion, I heard the distinct sound of gunshots.
This deeper level of voices was an entirely different dimension (literally) than just the occasional, louder voices that seemed to rise to the surface on my recordings. In the first month of my endeavor of experimenting with the Electronic Voice Phenomenon, my experience seemed to me a wondrous and benevolent one, yet at the time, I did not recognize that I was allowing myself to be pulled into all of this (too far) and I was unfortunately just too damn naive at the time to recognize any possible dangers. At this time, doing EVP sessions was literally becoming an obsession for me. Looking back now, a year and a half later. I can say that in that first month of recording (January, 2015), I was pretty much doing recording sessions every night, sometimes for 2-3 hours a night. All of this time that I spent straining to hear into this deeper zone, was having an effect on my sense of hearing. I was at this point, starting to get much better at hearing these fainter voices. It was as if everything was coming into focus.
During this first month of recording, I had thought that I had been communicating with benevolent spirits. Many claimed to be the spirits of people that had lived in my local area that I had known about. Eventually I came to believe that I was even communicating with family and friends who were deceased. I’ll never know for certain what exactly happened and who exactly I was communicating with that first month. What did happen was that in the second month of my recording endeavor, everything took a dramatic turn towards the terrifying. Starting in February, my recording session came to be over run by what I can only describe as malevolent, hostile, and threatening voices. It started off slight at first, just an occasional insult or threat, but within just the span of a couple of weeks, these malevolent voices came to dominate everything. They seem to have emerged from this deeper zone within the noise and now they were taking over. I began to hear things like:
“they’re all over you”
“the house is ours”
“today you lose Brian”
then by the end of February and in early March, I began to hear these malevolent voices outside of my recordings with just the naked ear. This too was gradual and by early April, 2015, I was literally attacked with a non-stop barrage of menacing and tormenting voices as well as physical attacks 24/7. I’ve written extensively about this hellish ordeal in some of my other accounts, but for the record, my personal descent into this maelstrom of paranormal madness all came about when I let myself walk right into the EVP Danger Zone, that deeper zone that lies deeper within the noise, deeper within the silence. I was naive and consumed by curiosity. I ventured into this zone like a fool and stumbled into a very real abyss.