00:00I should have never played it backward. I'd been investigating the abandoned St. Mary's orphanage for three nights straight. My
00:06digital recorder had picked up nothing but static and wind until Thursday at 2.47am, when I heard it during
00:14playback children laughing, clear as day, echoing through the empty chapel where no kids had played in 40 years.
00:20My skin went cold, but I'd done this work long enough to stay rational, so I loaded the file into
00:26my audio software and reversed it. Just standard protocol for EVP analysis.
00:31And that's when my hands started shaking because buried underneath the innocent giggling was a voice, deep and distorted, repeating
00:37the same three words over and over.
00:39We found you. We found you. We found you. I sat frozen in my car outside the building, headphones still
00:46on, trying to convince myself it was pareidolia.
00:50My brain finding patterns in random noise, but then I saw them in my rearview mirror.
00:55Three small silhouettes standing perfectly still in the chapel window, backlit by a light source that shouldn't exist because the
01:02power had been cut for decades.
01:04The laughter started again, but this time it wasn't coming from my headphones.
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