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Next, it was my turn to ask questions. I asked if the spirits
minded having us there, and there was silence again. But when it
came time for my second question, we got a response. “Do you not
like us?” was followed by a furious hiss and then the sound of the
recorder sliding off the table. It was so loud I had to rip the earbud
out of my ear.
“Play it again!” Gunner urged.
I rewound the recording and played my question again. “Do
you not like us?” Hissssssss. Deafening sound of recorder flying
across the room.
Gunner’s head turned slowly toward me. His skin was the
color of the white couch beneath us. “Did you hear what it said?”
“No.” I rewound it again and played it, over and over, until
the hiss began to form words. Nmmmmmmmmmmmfffff
hhmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnn. Nnnnnnnntt hmmmmmmmnnnn.
Nnnnnooooottt huuuuuummmmaaaaannnn. Not human.
It was my turn to change snowman-colored. I finally
swiveled my head to meet Gunner’s gaze. “What. The. Hell.”
He kept balling and unballing his fists frantically. “Jesus,
Chelsea. Next time something like that happens, listen to the
recording right away, okay?”
We spent the rest of the night huddled together on the couch,
listening to the remainder of the recordings I’d taken. We caught a
“Get out” and a “No” that didn’t make any sense in context with the
questions we’d asked. But that first hiss kept pounding in my ears.
Not human. Not human. Not human.
Eventually, the animal hospital called us back. Gunner
grabbed the phone first, so I had to sit there and wait in excruciation
for him to finish his extensive conversation that lasted all of two
minutes. He told me that Trouble was going to be okay; they’d
stopped the internal bleeding and repaired his broken leg. However,
they wanted to keep him for a few nights just to monitor his
condition and make sure he didn’t start to bleed again.
One sigh of relief rushed out of me. My dog was going to
live. At least one of us was out of danger for now.
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