EVP Child's Laugh
Caught in the dining room downstairs. Gabby and I were sitting at the dining table, while everyone else was outside checking out the chickens. I was telling Gabby a story that I had just heard, about Marie Louise's daughter, being one of the resident spirits of the house. It sounds like a little girl giggling to me.
Strange Residual Water Sounds
Caught in the Winter Kitchen, located on the lower level. The resident caretaker, Octavio was telling me a story about the unexplained water he used to find. It was always puddled in the same exact area. As he recalls his experience, strange noises create a soundtrack to his story. None of these sounds were heard by anyone in real time. At 00:01, there is the sound of glasses clinking twice. At 00:07, it sounds like someone is pouring a glass of water as Octavio says those exact words. At 00:08, the sounds of glass can be heard again - almost like someone is putting ice in a glass. I love this one.
Strange Engine Sound
EVP Male Voice: "That girl is Nicole"
Caught in the Winter Kitchen, located on the lower level. This happened mere seconds after the last clip. It begins with a strange noise I can only explain as mechanical? Directly after a man can be heard saying, "That girl is Nicole"? I'm unsure about the last word.
Strange Crackling Sound
EVP Male Voice: "Why, thank you"
Caught in the Winter Kitchen, located on the lower level. This happened mere seconds after the last clip. At 00:02, there is a strange un-explainable crackling noise. At 00:05, a man thanks me for complimenting the rooms decor. The frequency of the mans voice, leads me to believe it's not Octavio.
EVP Male Voice: "Let me lick that asshole"
Caught in the Winter Kitchen, located on the lower level. This happened mere seconds after the last clip. I know this might seem a little bit crazy, but you would be surprised how many sexual comments I get in places where prostitution is evident. There are tunnels from the Mackay Mansion to the cribs of D street. I have seen their entrance just off the Winter Kitchen. The sex trade has thick roots in that soil, even til this day. It's pretty damn amazing.