Devil in the Delta by Rich Newman Page A

heard as a disembodied voice in real time during the investigation, though this is actually a rare event.
    Making ourselves comfortable, I ran through the usual EVP questions: Is there anybody here with us? Can you make a noise for us? And so forth. As I mentioned in the prologue, it was after I asked, “How long have you been here in this house?” that IT happened. A long, loud rumble coursed throughout the room, shaking the walls around us. I blinked in disbelief and looked over at Terri. She was sitting, eyes wide, looking for anything that might have caused this to happen.
    Tom and Blake then came crashing into the room to see what the noise was. Shaking off the surprise of something actually happening, I asked Tom if he had ever heard anything like this before. Though he thought it unlikely, he suggested trying to re-create the sound by messing with the trailer’s plumbing.
    The underside of the structure was completely open to the elements, so he was concerned that maybe an animal had bumped into the pipes beneath the place. I thought it was worth checking out, though I could not imagine any plumbing-oriented noises that could create the sound that I had just heard. Joanne, pleased that something had happened with new witnesses present, watched as Tom went outside to check everything out.
    To that end, he crawled under the trailer and proceeded to shake and bang on various pipes while the rest of us listened inside the trailer. Nothing was even close to the sound we had heard. I had an audio recorder in the room, so I knew the sound of the rumble was definitely captured by the device—along with, hopefully, some good EVPs. I noted the time of the event in a small notebook and waited for Tom to come back inside.
    When he returned, Tom stated that although there was nothing under the home to account for the sound we had heard, there was evidence of animals living under the trailer. This could explain some of the knocks and bangs the family had heard on a regular basis—and possibly even be where her missing pets were taking refuge on occasion. But, again, it did not explain the rumble we had all just heard.
    Now the air surrounding this investigation was considerably different. Suddenly everything Joanne had said during the interview carried the weight of possibility. As a result, everyone was now motivated to experience even more activity. So we all switched into high gear and continued.
    Several of us stuck around in the bedroom, attempting to get some interaction from any entity that might be present, while the remainder of the team went into the room with the magical items. We were about an hour into investigating in the master bedroom when another strange thing happened.
    I had just asked anyone there in the bedroom to “make their presence known” when a loud metal-on-metal clang was heard from right beside me. Startled, I fumbled for a light and quickly looked around the room. The only metal object in my vicinity was an electric radiator/portable heater that was lying on its side on the floor, directly in front of me.
    Upon closer examination, I noticed that an old gold watch was now lying on it. It had not been there before. I know this because I had actually sat on the radiator and used it as a makeshift seat for a good while. I carefully picked up the watch and took it with me into the living room.
    When I held up the watch for everyone to see, Joanne informed me that she had never seen the watch before in her life. According to her, it wasn’t her watch—or anybody else’s in the house. Strange. Much like the mysterious materializing coins, it seemed that the old watch had spontaneously appeared in the bedroom—and where it came from, nobody knew.
    Luckily this had happened a mere foot in front of my face, albeit in a darkened room. A surveillance camera (with night-vision capability) hooked up to a DVR system was recording in the bedroom, so I hoped the