h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Call him D. He came to see me mid-afternoon this past Sunday, a man with two artificial legs and a stetson hat, friendly open face, because Billy wouldn't stop pestering him about me.

Preamble: several years ago, before I worked for the state monument, one of the receptionists came to see me at the post office. "A man came to the courthouse and left me this card, " she said, passing it across the counter. "He said to give it to the psychic and tell her to go to the cemetery. Since you've been doing all the EVP work, I think he meant you."

Problem: which cemetery? There's the official one east of town, and then there's the penitente patch west of town, other side of the river, and then the mostly unmarked one behind the Tunstall store, plus a number of private plantings, like that of Sheriff Brady, up and down the district. I tried the Tunstall one with EVP equipment, got no results, and did nothing more, although the psychic's business card somehow remained on my desk without getting lost or tossed.

This was the same guy. I invited him and his female companion to take chairs and he told me a longish story of his psychic history with Billy Bonney. Seems Billy is looking for rehabilitation. He wants some kind of monument in Lincoln. He wants a pardon from the governor. And he wants me to finish fixing his picture.

I heard him out, showed him some of my work and played a couple of EVP clips, although what with him being a little hard of hearing he didn't really appreciate those. And I pulled out my little DTR and, with his permission, set it running for a few minutes, during which D tried to channel Billy for me. The tape has nothing on it besides our three corporeal voices, except when D "signed off", at which point on the recording a voice can be heard enunciating in a careful whisper, "Good...bye."

And that's it. I suppose I'm going to have to put in an appearance at the campo santo, now, and see what comes up on the DTR.

Hi Lil, I don't think I've visited you before... but this is a story I will follow with interest! How interesting!

Fascinating. I can't wait for an update.

It's a shame he couldn't channel Edgar Cayce about your legs.

That is truly interesting, Lil.

Ummm... wow.

Just advising y'all that high winds have made it impossible to conduct evp sessions, and it will be well into next week before I can expect a calm night. The wind messes up the microphone and gives one nothing but loud roaring noises.... and not any loud roaring noises from another plane!

When I can do a decent session I'll update this thread.

I scared myself last night, when the winds were howling and whistling, and the mail box clattering its lid, and I was watching all sorts of ghost movie clips on the internet... Very silly of me. But some serious weirdness seems to be going on in places.

>>and not any loud roaring noises from another plane!<<

Good thing you don't live near Heathrow.

When I lived in Windsor I used to listen to, and sometimes see, Concorde flying into Heathrow. Now that was plain noisy!

Or a noisy plane.