Tim Marczenko - Disembodied Voices: True Accounts of Hidden Beings

Copyright 2020 by Tim Marczenko

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Do not hastily ascribe

things to God.

Do not easily suppose dreams, voices,

impressions, visions,

or revelations to be from God.

They may be from Him.

They may be from Nature.

They may be from the devil.

REV. JOHN WESLEY

CONTENTS

ONE
A Greeting from the Shadow

TWO
The Voices Told Me To

THREE
Greater Things

FOUR
Voices from the Sink

FIVE
If Pan Is Dead, Then Who Calls?

SIX
Into the Arms of the Octopus

SEVEN
Things That Walk and Talk

EIGHT
The Lure, The Trap, and The Lost

NINE
A Tricksters Guide to Hunting Humans

TEN
The Call of the Wild

ELEVEN
Were Not Out of the Woods Yet

TWELEVE
Nough Said

Acknowledgments

Where to begin? This book was an especially challenging project for me that I poured everything I had into. If not for the cooperation, guidance, and kindness of the people mentioned here, I dont know where this book would be right now.

I wish to thank my mom and dad for giving me a healthy curiosity of the supernatural at a very young age. If it wasnt for their interest in old-school horror and all manner of spooky things, then I would not have this insatiable hunger for the paranormal. I need to thank all the brave witnesses who shared their experiences with me (a total stranger to them). Thank you for opening up and trusting me with your stories. I hope that I did them justice. To all those who allowed me use of their photographs, in particular Regna Ragnarsdttir, who did not hesitate to share her beautiful photography with me. Thank you! To all those who submitted photographs that did not make it into this book (Lex, Im talking to you). Thank you to the Winnipeg Free Press for granting access to use their old photographs/articles. Thank you to Dr. Joseph Jordania for granting me use of the Phungar Bungalow photo and for his writings and contributions into the legacy of Jim Corbett.

Id like to acknowledge all the other journalists, bloggers, scholars, and authors whom I have corresponded with over the yearsplease keep the communication channels open!

Thank you to Jessica Generoux, the library technician at the Saskatchewan Indigenous Cultural Centre. Thank you to all the librarians and archivists and to Kristen Frame from Reference Services at Library and Archives Canada. Thank you to Erin at the Museum of History in Ottawa for granting use of their artifacts. A special nod goes to Project Gutenberg and Archive.org, both of which are like Christmas morning to a hungry writer/researcher like me.

Thank you for the feedback and compliments that I have received during the submission process.

Cant forget to thank my patient wife, Jenn, for reviewing my work with a teachers eye. Thanks for untangling my bibliography. I appreciate the support I have received from my friends and family throughout the process.

Thank you to Dinah Roseberry and the good people at Schiffer Publishing for believing in this book. I am blessed to have their support and expertise to back me up.

Furthermore, thank you to ALL the record keepers, note takers, book gnomes, and pack rats out there and anyone whos ever said, No, wait, keep that! Those who have saved work from the 1800s, 1700s, 1600s, 1500s, and beyond for people to access. To me, this information is worth far more than gold, and its important that we prevent it from vanishing into history. Last, I am grateful for strange places, forests, abandon houses, swamps, and all similar settings that inspire imagination and wonder, where all of our planets monsters can live.

ONE

A GREETING FROM THE SHADOW

This will be the last time I tell this story. Normally I would only recount such a tale under the menacing resound of a thunderclap or within the eerie half light of a crackling campfire, for this is not a story for the daylight. This is an account of monsters. Real living monsters. Normally the mention of a monster conjures up a mental picture of something large, frightening, and unpleasant. It is almost always a physical beast of insatiable hunger and evil, armed with fang and claw. All that said, the monster in this story has neither and, in fact, lacks an entire physical presence altogether. Nevertheless, we should not be fooled into thinking that the monsters in this book are harmlessquite the opposite, I have learned firsthand that there is much to fear.

In most of my years on this planet, I have had a long, sputtering relationship with strange, supernatural threats that I have never met face to face. Come to think of it, I am not even sure whether these kinds of beings possess a face or lack one, or if it is ever transforming; my eyes have yet to catch sight of one. In my childhood years, growing up, my awareness of the paranormal would come from the dilapidated house on my street. This house was said to be the home of ghosts, and when I walked by, either day or night, I would feel a strange sensation of heaviness and discomfort as if the physical structure was glaring at me. Otherwise, I would often overhear such stories at summer camp or through a neighbor. I have seen odd lights in the sky and read fragmented news clippings about strange creatures sighted in a far-off land I would never visit. And we cannot overlook the common fear shared by children of the monster living in the closet, which always seems to hide when their parents go to investigate. Compared to the terror that lurked under our beds, this closet monster was a harmless amusement.