While I watched a movie last night the sound of children yelling outside had me annoyed. Looking out the windows I saw nothing. There wasn’t anyone around as far as I could see. Getting back to my movie the feeling I was being watched was unbearable, once again I look outside and see nothing. Towards the end of the movie my stairs popped. It was the same popping sound it makes when I go up them. Thinking it was settling from having the heat on I didn’t give it a second thought other than looking up at them.
Later in the evening while I’m sitting at my drawing table I hear the stair creak again and out of the side of my eyes I see what I thought was a round black shadow move across the hall towards my bedroom. The desk light was too bright, plus I had on glasses and what I thought I saw was just my eyes not focused from looking away from the brightly lit area. I went to the bedroom to turn up the heat so the room was warm when I go to bed.
At 2:00 am exactly I wake up shivering. I’m freezing and my teeth are chattering it was so cold. I knew I turned up the heat so I just pulled the blankets over my head to keep warm until the heat came back on. It didn’t! I’m still freezing under the blankets and I was too cold to get out of bed. Finally I reached over and turned the light on. My bedroom appeared to be frosty white. Once again I think it’s my eyes not focused from just waking up. I put the blankets over me and walk over to the thermostat. It’s set to 75 degrees. The room felt like a freezer so I turned it up to 80 and went into the bathroom. There’s an electric wall heater I sat in front of until I warmed up. It’s 2:30 when I finally come out of the bathroom, everything looks like it always has. The bedroom is warm, the colors are right. Maybe it was just me. Finally I fell back to sleep only to be woke up an hour later by what felt and sounded like a low pitched rumbling hum. It was under me and I could feel it as much as I could hear it. I rolled off the bed onto the floor. At first I thought it was my Bluetooth speaker connected to the phone. The clock isn’t set to go off on Thursdays, it’s my day off.
At 5:30 am I wake up down stairs in my recliner. I don’t remember coming down here. It feels like I’ve been beat up, my body hurts. Walking through the house there’s nothing out of order. I turned the thermostat down in the bedroom, it was burning up in there. While drinking my coffee, twice I heard short low hums coming from the ceiling near the front door which is in line with my bedroom. I haven’t paid attention to my visitors from the other side in a while, I might have to now.
I started posting about clicks and sounds recorded inside my wall HERE. The 8 hour recording was tedious to get through and I never finished listening to the entire thing. On occasion I’ll read or watch video’s about the familiar things I’ve experienced. Most I see as bullshit, something like 99.9% are crap but once in a while I’ll come across a story that’s exactly the way it happens. A link from Reddit about a lady who recorded the exact same sounds in 2014 that I recorded in 2016. She used an android app and I used a Digital Recorder. I’m not sure where she lives, her Reddit posts seem like she’s an American but our recordings, minus the voices she caught, sound exactly identical. Her post on Reddit is found HERE. Also listen to our recording posted on Soundcloud, the links are in both of our stories.
This is the first of a 7 1/2 hour recording of the wall inside the bedroom. The sounds started 1/2 hour after I left for work on Friday July 15th, 2016. It’s been edited down to 2 minutes. What I thought was inside the wall may be movement inside the room.
When I first looked at this place the owner looked back into the woods as he unlocked the door. It wasn’t a glance to look at the scenery, more of a “should I hurry and unlock this door” kind of look. You can tell when someone knows something. The place gave off a hollow silence waiting to be awaken. It felt like someone was there or had just been there. Two and a half years later and everything I’ve encountered here tells me I was correct remembering the look he gave into the woods.
My bedroom sits next to the bathroom. The rooms share the wall where my headboard was situated. The first few weeks the new sounds took a while to get use to. Watching TV one night, my head was against the headboard. The first few thumps I blew off as the TV. After a while it sounded like a hallway inside the wall. I pressed my ear up to it. That’s exactly what I was hearing. A busy hallway inside the wall. Echo’s of walking and doors shutting. I examined the wall between the rooms. In the bathroom is a wall heater, in the bedroom is an outlet. No plumbing or air ducts or anything that would give off obvious sounds. The tub is metal, it shouldn’t be flexing like fiberglass or plastic surrounds. At times it would sound like there’s someone right up against the wall with me. I would knock and all the sounds would come to a halt. Slowly they would pick back up to the steady pace they normally are.
A few months ago I moved my bed to the opposite wall just so I could face the doorway out into the hall. Occasionally I could hear sounds in the wall if I laid still enough. Friday morning I was slowly getting up. Work doesn’t start until 10:30 or 11:00 am. When ever I get there. I sat in the bathroom getting ready for my shower. Just sitting there half awake I heard a scuff inside the wall. I looked at the wall heater directly in front of me and felt the sensation I was being watched. Right above the towel bar was the nail that held the picture I had knocked off the wall Monday when I pulled my towel off the bar too fast. The nail slowly moved up and down as it pushed it’s way out from the wall and stopped. That was the fastest shower I ever took. Before I left for work I sat the Digital Voice Recorder on the dresser and taped it to the wall. This ran for seven and a half hours. When I got home the first thing I did was listen to it. Within the first half hour the sounds started. These will take a while to listen too and I have to get the file off the recorder and onto my computer. There’s more coming…
I’m not a social person by any means. I’ve gotten so use to my solitude; the peace, quiet and tranquility. This makes the loud outgoing people angry and they morph into doctors and psychologists. They know what’s good for me, being like them. They’ll even call me names just to make me want to be like them even more. They’re fuckin insane! When I settle into the seasons, there are times when I sink deep into my shell of comfort. I don’t want to do anything. I don’t have to do anything. And I don’t.
I don’t watch T.V. My computer is connected to it and I can go anywhere I want at any time for as long as I want to. Something I like to do is get on google maps and pick a city in any country. Then click on street view and drive around. I do that for hours, along with reading tech sites and watching documentaries and youtube video’s. I live on the edge, you’ll have to buckle-up for an evening at my house. But doing this comes at a price, I don’t get anything done. My T.V. / computer sits right in front of me and to my left is my drawing table. For almost a year I sat at that table trying to do what use to come naturally a long time ago. I’ve been ignoring it and all the spirit chatter. The last few evenings as I start to doze off in my recliner I’ll catch a faint whisper over by the desk. I’m not phased by it but I’ll glance over. This evening, it’s really quiet in here. I like quiet, it’s awesome. Staring at nothing in particular on the screen all I hear is the silent “sssssssss” in my ears being broken up, once again, by background whispering. There are two this time and I’m not sure who they are. The whispering conversation was lively enough to make me look over just as one of the brushes on the cup rolled off the other. The air thickened, it was like they made a mistake and were caught. I snapped a quick picture at the desk from where I’m sitting. Of course nothing shows up as usual. When I’m at the desk drawing or painting I know they’re around me. You can feel it, sometimes even smell it. I might start something new tomorrow. I’ll see if I can get into my zone and find out who this is this time.
The building was dark this morning. I turn on the kitchen lights to make coffee and things seem out of place. Others use the kitchen when I’m not there but it’s different today. I get the coffee pot started and stare out the window while it brews. The elevator goes up, someone else is awake. Still staring outside, the sound of someone is behind me. Glancing over my shoulder something catches my eye. I turn around and this doll (?) is on the counter behind me. Crudely made yet thought out and detailed.