The Demonologist: The Extraordinary Career of Ed and Lorraine Warren (35 page)

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Did Ed get a recording of the voices?

“You better believe it,” he replies, tapping a pair of cassettes before him on the table. “Although it’ll take some time before the content of these tapes can be analyzed, the evidence is right here. And in my estimation, it represents some of the most important evidence yet on the existence of the inhuman spirit I’ll play them now....”

The tapes run for well over three hours; what comes across on them is something truly incredible. The recordings were made while Ed and his two assistants, Paul Bartz and John Kenyhercz, interviewed the mother and her three children in the Enfield home. While the three men were questioning the family, other voices—those of spirits—can be heard speaking out loud in the room at the same time: “Let’s put the lights out”; “Go pull the wallpaper down”; “Throw the table”; “Stop him from going into that room” were among the many comments the voices made when not being addressed by human beings in the house. Once every so often, a bizarre parrot-like voice interjected itself saying only, “Hello.” Sometimes the other spirits joined the parrot voice in a round of hello’s. Not all the sounds produced by the spirits were in the form of language, though. Fully ten percent of the recording is taken up with grunts, moans, “yeccchs,” and the imitation of animal sounds, of which the most often repeated is that of a barking dog.

As for communicating with these spirits, there was no evident problem. Sometimes the spirits addressed the people in the room; sometimes the people in the room addressed the spirits. The quality of the voices is extremely raspy, and gutteral. The elocution is definitely cockney—in fact,
so
cockney it’s quite hard for the American ear to sort out. The quality of the spirits’ statements would place them low on a scale of human intelligence, though they’re far from ignorant. Most every question put to the spirits was answered.

Although the inhuman voices usually supplied straight, rational replies, much of what they said was also nonsensical and capricious. There
is
a predominating voice
in
the crowd, and on this occasion, the spirit took on the identity of “Fred.” It was to Fred that Ed Warren addressed most of his questions. What follows is an extract of that interrogation.

Ed Warren:
Hello?
Voice:
Hello.
EW:
Do you know who I am?
V:
Yeah.
EW:
Who am I?
V:
Ed.
EW:
That's right, Ed. Who are you?
V:
Fred-die.
EW:
You're Freddie, huh? What's your real name?
V:
Yeccccch...
(noise
)
EW:
When are you going to leave here, Fred?
V:
Five hundred years.
EW:
That's a long time. Can you move something to show
us you're here?
V:
No.
EW:
Why not?
V:
Tommy pulled my arm out.
EW:
Oh, there's two of you? Put Tommy on.
V:
(A new voice, though still gruff and gutteral)
Yah. I'm Tommy.
EW:
Tommy, how do you think we could get rid of all the
problems that are happening in this house?
V:
Kill the ghosties!
EW:
Kill the ghosties? Aren't
you
a ghostie?
V:
No!
EW:
Tell me, how did you get into this house?
V:
Came up from under the floorboards.
EW:
How many of you are there all together?
V:
(Counting slowly and deliberately)
Ah... uh... one...
two... three… four... five... six. Six are here—no, five.
EW:
What are their names?
V:
Fred-die, Tom-mie, Billy, uh... Charlie, and Dick.
John's not here.
EW:
Where's John?
V:
Don't know.
EW:
Who's the leader? Are you the
leader?
V:
Nobody. Nobody's the leader. I'm a liar.
EW:
Who else is here? Is there anyone else here?
V:
Yeah.
EW:
Who?
V:
Gutter-Man's here.
EW:
Put Gutter-Man on. Let him speak. Are you there,
Gutter-Man?
V:
Yeah
(a different gutteral voice, this one a bit clearer)
.
EW:
Gutter-Man, what do you have to say?
V:
(Yelping noises)
This house is haunted. Kill the ghosties!
EW:
Gutter-Man, were you ever alive?
V:
Yeah.
EW:
Where?
V:
In soldiers. I'm a soldier.
EW:
In whose army are you a soldier?
V:
All armies. I’m a soldier.
EW:
Who else is here, Gutter-Man?
V:
Ah... uh... Zachary’s here.
EW:
Put him on, Gutter-Man. Let Zachary speak.
V:
(Suddenly there is incredible moaning and groaning. The voice is utterly bizarre. The wailing ends up in a long cry of “Help” that takes ten seconds to come out.)
EW:
Holy cow. What was that? Put Zachary back on.
V:
(Woeful moaning recurs.)
EW:
Who else is here, Fred?
V:
I ain’t Fred, I’m Tommy!
EW:
Put Fred on....Fred, are you there?
V:
Yeah, Fred’s here. (
Voice change indicates “Fred” is speaking)
EW:
Fred, put Zachary back on.
V:
Won’t come. (Pause) I’ll tell you someone else who’s here. Teddy’s here. Teddy-Man’s here.
EW:
Put Teddy-Man on, Fred.
V:
Yeccccch… (
Noise. Then silence, broken every few seconds by a parrot-like voice saying, “Hello.” A second voice then picks up and says “hello,” to which the parrot-voice responds with two hello’s. A third voice joins in the hello’s, then a fourth voice chimes in with its “hello”; then a fifth and a sixth voice join informing a chorus of parrot-like voices all saying “hello,” which build finally into loud, wild shrieks. The additional voices then fall away, leaving the original parrot-voice repeating its singular hello.”
(Ed addresses the spirits again after the outburst, but there is no feedback.)

“All the while I was talking to these spirits,” Ed notes during the lull in the tape, “things were flying around the room. That’s what those crashing and bumping sounds are in the back ground. Chairs and tables were lifting and dropping. Small, little objects would whiz across the room and bounce off the wall. In the dining room, the wallpaper was peeling away from the walls as we watched. A butcher knife materialized in the lap of my assistant, Paul. A nail was also produced out of thin air. And, as has come to be expected in the house, the spirits left a pile of excrement on the mother’s bedroom carpet upstairs at three in the afternoon.”

When the spirits on the recording weren’t going through a it of random insanity, they seemed to amuse themselves by filling the room with grunts, quacks, barks, shrieks, and a variety of other animal sounds—the most annoying being that of a shrill, screeching cat. One particular spirit put out a tortuous, unworldly howl which brought on another interchange.

EW:
You guys sound like something right out of hell. Do you know where hell
is
, Fred?
V:
Yeah.
EW:
Where is hell, Fred?
V:
Yeccch…
(noise)
EW:
How old are you, Fred?
V:
Sixteen.
EW:
Are you a ghost, Fred?
V:
No... uh... yes. I’m a ghost.
EW:
Who?
V:
Batman. I’m Batman.
EW:
Batman isn’t a ghost.
V:
(Spirits lapse into an array of animal sounds, the most predominant being that of a barking dog.)
EW:
You want to be animals? Imitate some animals. Imitate a pig.
V:
(The snorting of a pig.)
EW:
How about a dog?
V:
(Barking.)
EW:
How about a cat?
V:
(Loud, screeching me-ow.)
EW:
How about a turkey?
V:
(Gobbling.)
EW:
How old are you, Fred?
V:
Seventy-eight. I’m a liar. Tommy’s a liar.
EW:
I know.
V:
Can I sing a song?
EW:
Sure, Fred, go ahead and sing.
V:
La-de-da-de-da...
(gruffly)
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of
holy
water... ha... ha... ha...
EW:
Are you a Christian, Fred?
V:
Yick. A soldier. I’m a soldier!
EW:
When did you die, Fred, as a soldier?
V:
I’m
always
dead.
EW:
Were you ever married, Fred? Did you ever have a wife?
V:
Yeah.
EW:
What was her name?
V:
I don't know.
EW:
How old are you now?
V:
Thirty. I'm thirty.
EW:
Do you know what day it is?
V:
Yeah. The uh... seventh.
EW:
Right Do you know what month it is?
V:
Au-goos. Awwguss. August August seventh!
EW:
Where did you get those names: Fred and Tommy and Billy and so on?
V:
The graves.
EW:
Do you go over to the old graveyard near here?
V:
Yeah.
EW:
Why?
V:
To read the graves.
EW:
Do you like the graveyard, Fred? Why do you like the graveyard?
V:
Death!
(grunts)
.
EW:
What do you think of us Americans?
V:
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you....
EW:
Do you know where America is, Fred?
V:
I don't know. Can I come?
EW:
No, Fred. I've got enough to do without you.
V:
Ed. Ed... Ed...
EW:
What do you want, Fred?
V:
Smash the recorder.
EW:
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
V:
Yeah.
(Spirits pull original tape out of recorder during session.)
EW:
(Resuming) Do you know what I’m going to do with
these tapes, Fred? I’m going to play them to some
scientists I know in America. They’re going to be very
interested in you, Fred!
V:
I’m gonna smash it in the night!
(A quarrel then develops
between two spirits as to who is going to “smash” the tape recorder. As the voices rise from the level of argument into one-against-one “yikes” and “howls,” Ed sends Paul out to the car to get a bottle of holy water drawn from Walsingham Shrine, north of London. Paul returns to report the bottle of holy water is missing.)
EW:
Where's the holy water, Fred?
V:
I slung it!
EW:
You slung it? If you don’t bring that holy water
back, we’re going to perform exorcism
on you!
V:
Ha, ha, ha.
EW:
Do you want me to bring a priest in here?
V:
Yeah, all right Bring ’im in. I’ll kick ’im in the
backside.
EW:
What would you say if the Blessed Mother told you
to leave, Fred?
V:
Yecccch. Ugh.
EW:
Do you know what this is Fred? What do you see?
V:
Uh... a cross.
EW:
That’s right, a cross. That cross means your days
are numbered here.
V:
I’m gonna chop somebody’s head off.
EW:
The next time I come back here, Fred, you’d better
be gone. Because the next time I come I’m
bringing a very powerful exorcist with me,
someone you won’t want to mess with.
V:
(There is a long lull)
Ed. Ed. Ed... Ed... Ed-ward.
EW:
What is it, Fred?
V:
Let’s play exorcist. Go get the holy water....

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