Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Attic sounds

    Recording for twenty four hours in the attic was a disaster. Obviously the attic is not nearly as soundproof as the rest of the house. A lot of tape was recorded which indicates that the attic is really rather noisy. Though I have never heard birds when I've been in the attic; there seemed to be a lot of sounds, much like squabbling starlings. There were footfall sounds far too loud to be bird feet, my dog could be heard barking though the sound was pretty muted. Every car or truck on the street was recorded. With all of this going on. other sounds, though present, became too enmashed with the trivial sounds to determine if they were unique or not. A powermower was also included in the mix. So I'm going to chalk that one up to experience and try the basement. It might be interesting to see what outside noises are auditable in that deep, grizzly, area of the house. It might be interesting to note that no human voices, except my own testing voice, were heard on the tape. Seems strange, in a way, doesn't it?

Saturday, April 22, 2006

New Taperecorder

     As the old tape recorder has not reappeared and no longer appears to exist, in this house anyway, I purchased a new one. I plan on trying it out in the attic first. Then I'll try the basement. Those two areas have not been attempted as yet. We are moving into, what has been in the past, a quiet period. There were a few episodes last year during the late spring and summer; but generally speaking most activity goes on in the fall and winter months.

Wednesday, April 5, 2006

Many strange sounds

     After a long quiet pause; something broke loose today. Actually just a few minutes ago. I had been working in the Den; clearing up materials I had been using in an art project. Bushed, I went into the Library and turned on the computer. I figured that while I relaxed I'd see if I had any E mail. I hadn't much more than started when the sound of footsteps and the rustle of clothing was clearly heard in the Diningroom. My wife is in town today and my dog was with me in the Library. I called out,"Back already?" but recieved no answer but clearly heard footsteps retreat from the Parlour through the Dinningroom and heavy steps going up the rear stairs. This brought me up quick, even if my dog hadn't started barking frantically, my wife does not move rapidly up any stairs. I quickly ran to the window and saw that her car was not outside. My dog was at my heels, had the sounds originated from my wife he would have ran ahead to welcome her. I rushed up the back staircase looking for an intruder. I found noone, anyplace. My dog remained at my side, both barking and whinning. I went through the upstairs and down the front staircase. I checked the front door, it was deadlocked from the inside. I moved through the downstairs; noting that the Parlour door was closed. I had heard the heavy footsteps come out of the parlour as if the door were open or nonexistant. I went through the dinningroom and into the kitchen, no one was in evidence. The back door was closed and locked. We mainly keep that door locked, even when we are at home, primarily because it has a tendancy to blow open. I heard these sounds, my dog heard the sounds. Again I have no explaination for them. But this time, whoever, or whatever made them was in a big hurry. Not like other times when steps were lighter, like in a normal walk.

Sunday, April 2, 2006

   The tape recorder is still gone. It appears to be gone for good. This week I intend to purchase another one. This is very frustrating , not only because of the cost, but also because the recorder had the original tape in it that had recorded a couple of episodes of sounds that I wanted to check out further. Keep in mind, no one other than my dog, myself, and my wife have been further than the parlour of this house since Christmas. My dog is too short to reach the areas I placed the recorder in; my wife would tell me if she moved it or put ot away, and I know I'm getting old, but my memory hasn't gotten that bad yet. This is very frustrating.