The brother and sister listened with enthusiasm. Ralph with skepticism. From the recorder came the same deep growing angry sounding voice that emerged from Jack while under hypnosis. “Is that supposed to be me talking?” asked Jack stunned by the frightening and unfamiliar voice he heard.
“It was you,” replied Ginger. “Listen, there’s more.” The trio became quiet, and concentrated on the vile words commencing from the recorder.
“I am strong. You are weak. Kids are weak. Hate them all,” said the loud voice repeatedly. Ginger shut the recorder off. The group sat in silence for several moments until Jack spoke.
“I’m ready to talk about what happened that day,” he said clearing his voice. Ginger and Ralph listened quietly as Jack re-lived his nightmarish experience. “I was on the second floor of the mansion sweeping up, and I started hearing voices of several people talking all at once.”
“Could you make out what they were saying?” asked Ginger, grabbing a nearby pad and the same pen she used to hypnotize her brother.
“No…not really,” he said. “It was all kinda like nonsense…whispers.”