posted on Feb, 5 2014 @ 03:45 AM
I was sitting here reading some of these posts in the paranormal section, and I decided to share my story with you again but in more detail. You can
take it for what it is, I have long since lost all my evp’s except one and only have two eyewitnesses that can back up what I am about to tell you.
It’s nothing earth shattering or the like, just something that I think would be appropriate for this topic.
My interest in Electronic Voice Phenomena (EVP) was something I had read about and found to be an interesting topic… so I decided to try it for
myself. I bought a digital recorder and an external microphone. (I actually have a detailed thread on here somewhere on how to record EVP’s) I
first tried experimenting in my house using various techniques with background noises such as white noise, tones, running water….this was before
spirit boxes became widely available. Running water in my own home gave me some interesting results. I was able to record quite a few voices with
varying degrees of clarity…. Some seemed to be direct answers to questions I asked. I asked other people to verify what I was hearing and for the
most part they heard the same things I thought I had heard. I didn’t prompt them with what I thought I has heard because I didn’t want to
influence them in any way.
For a long time I have struggled to explain the voices I am able to record…. I can’t……but I do know they exist…. I really desperately want
to believe that it is nothing more than the person’s subconscious ability to create the voices, to me that is just as plausible as it being the
voices of dead people. But I still struggle with this to this day because some things I have recorded just plain baffle me.
I used to live in Virginia, hence the user name Rick in Va. I lived about 2 miles away from the Wilderness Battlefield in which approx. 30,000 or so
The area is rich in civil war history. I thought that if there was any good place to record EVP’s, this had to be it. I tried numerous attempts at
going to the battlefield at night, but I never recorded a single word.
Nada. Zip. Nothing.
It was during this time frame that my daughter began to get involved in recording with me. She was in her mid-twenties and had the same interest as I
did in EVP’s. Our first session together was in a cemetery close to the junction of Rts 3 & 20. Due to the high traffic area, and the fact that a
car sounds like a rocket ship on sensitive microphone, we would go at like 3-4 in the morning to get the least amount of background noise. The
cemetery in itself was kind of a cool place, there used to be a church there but it had long since fallen down.
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