Case Number 830945
Transcription details:
Date: 13/03/86
Speakers in recording:
Speaker 1 has been identified as Private Investigator Abigail Mulligan
Speaker 2 has been identified as Foxmere Officer Andrew Poole
Recording begins:
Mulligan: The date is the 13th of March, 1986. 9 pm. I’m here in the foyer of the Hunter family home with Garda Officer Andrew Poole. Clear signs of hoarding in the foyer. There appear to be some signs of struggle. The door looks like it was kicked in.
Poole: That’s from me. Locksmith couldn’t get here.
Mulligan: Alright. So you busted the door to get in?
Poole: No, the faeries did it. Yes I cracked the door.
Mulligan: Other than the damage to the door, I currently see no signs of forced entry. Let’s check out the end of the hallway.
Poole: Alright.
Mulligan: Still in the foyer. Foyer leads into the hallway, stairs up are on the left hand wall. There are five framed photographs on the left hand wall. Each frame has a handkerchief or wash rag over it. Were they all covered when you got here?
Poole: Yeah. That’s her doing.
Poole: A jogger called it in. They thought maybe she’d fallen. They heard some yelling, but that was just the record skipping.
Mulligan: Can you show me where the record player was next?
Poole: Sure.
Mulligan: Great. We’re at the end of the foyer now. There are hoarded stacks of newspapers about two meters tall- Oh shite. Mold on the bottom of the stacks. Looks like black mold. Cover your mouth!
(LOUD thud, unintelligible shuffling)
Poole: JESUS! Be careful!
Mulligan, muffled: Fuck. Are you alright?
Poole:..I’m fine. Just do your job.
Mulligan, muffled: Wait, move your torch.
Mulligan: There appears to be a storage closet under the stairs. There seems to be signs of forced entry on the closet door. It looks like it’s been pried open by some sort of tool? Too thin for a standard crowbar. Officer, what would you call that?
(unintelligible shuffling)
Poole: Those look more like claw marks.
(unintelligible shuffling, light thudding noise)
Mulligan, muffled: (sigh) The closet door is locked. Do we have a key for this?
Poole: We didn’t notice this last time. Keep an eye out, it’s got to be here somewhere.
Mulligan, muffled: Can you show me the record player?
Poole: …This way.
Mulligan, muffled: We are now moving up the stairs. There are frames on the wall by the stairs, they continue to be covered like the ones in the foyer.
(low whistle)
Mulligan: Damn. She really lived like this? Ahem, We are at the top of the stairs and in the..?
Poole: Looks like a small reading room.
Mulligan: And what’s up there?
Poole: Art room. The husband was a painter.
Mulligan: And he was the first to go missing, correct?
Poole: That’s right. He disappeared in ‘72, declared legally dead some months later.
Mulligan: Interesting. Reading room has severe water damage. The stairs leading up on the left hand side are overgrown with some sort of ivy. Doors on the left and right sides of the hall have serious damage and paint peeling. Floor boards are infested with ivy, the boards are warped and loose.
(Wood creaking)
Mulligan: Did no one ever check up on the wife? It looks like the roof upstairs caved in.
Poole: No. No one called anything. Family murderers don’t really have friends.
Mulligan: It’s family annihilator actually… that’s the proper term.
Poole: Well if you want to be all posh about it, it’s serial killer. Kids from the village disappeared near the house after all her family was gone. So serial killer. But that’s if you get caught.
Mulligan: And they never found the bodies?
Poole: Little Veronica was the last. All they found was her nightgown in the river. She was 6 when she disappeared.
Mulligan: Right. Ahem! Poor maintenance on the house could be a sign of guilt or her old age.. Windows are boarded up and… There appear to be.. Bullet holes? It looks like shot gun spray, embedded in the wall.
Poole: I’ll add it to her tab. I’m more concerned about the footprints. What do you make of that?
(unintelligible shuffling, wood creaking)
Mulligan: Footprints leading from the upper level down to standing outside the right side door and then down to the foyer. Looks like men’s footprints. Barefoot. The heaviest impression is just outside the door. Like th- (sigh) Signs indicate that this person stood outside this door for several hours a day, for
a minimum of 30 days.
Poole: what?
Mulligan: I used to be a builder. Look at the floor. It’s warped around this point. Like the leak was here, but look at the feet. The warbling around it, it’s sunken. The sinking means consistent weight on this point for days. You can see it with the other furniture. It’s like someone stood right here in the rain for weeks. Maybe it was a doll or something, but this was a major pressure area, and a sustained one for this level of damage.
(muffled thud, Music starts: The late show is over, it’s just about time. Ever since you’ve left me I’ve almost lost my mind)
Mulligan: What the fuck was that!
Poole: Get behind me.
(chains rattling, music continues: At three o’clock every night ghost memories walk the floor Ghost memories walk the floor)
Poole: Delilah? Whoever is there, come out and we can talk about this.
(chains rattling, music continues: One’s dragging the chain of lies lies lies lies lies lies lies Lies lies lies lies lies lies)
Poole: I think it might be the record player.
Mulligan: How did it turn back on?
Poole: …just stay close.
(Music continues: lies lies lies lies)
Poole: Is anyone there? This is officer Poole, I’m asking you to show yourself.
Upon analysis of this recording, the following has been updated. An unknown speaker was found upon review. At the time of this recording both named speakers did not hear the unknown speaker. The transcript will now continue.
(Music continues, unknown male speaker whispering: Show myself?)
Poole: It’s coming from the study. Stay behind me.
Mulligan: Got it.
(Music continues, unintelligible shuffling, wood creaking)
Poole: This is officer Poole, I am asking again that any persons in this house please show yourself.
(Music continues, lies lies lies lies unknown male speaker whispering: Poole? Pooollle? Ppppppoole?)
Poole: Is anyone here?
(Music continues, lies lies lies lies unknown male speaker whispering: I am always here.)
Mulligan, whispering: is it possible that she imprisoned the children? What if they’re still alive?
Poole: …I don’t know.
Poole: Ophie? O-Ophelia? Is one of the Hunter children here?
Mulligan: Are you being held here against your will?
(Music stops, unintelligible shuffling, electrical humming)
Poole: (sigh) I think it was just a power surge. There’s only one door in here.
(unintelligible shuffling, wood creaking)
Poole: See? Look at the lights flicker. It was a power surge.
Mulligan: (sigh) So…Ophie?
Poole: What?
Mulligan: You called her Ophie. The eldest girl.
Poole…Secondary school. 72’. We were going out.
Mulligan: She was the first of the children to go missing, wasn’t she?.
Poole: Not long after her father’s funeral. Empty casket.
Mulligan:…I’m so sorry.
Poole:…me too.
Mulligan: Are you sure you should be here? Legally?
Poole: It’s a small town, who else are they going to send? Someone gonna round up garda from the next town over for a missing old day?
Mulligan: That’s why you hired me?
Poole: ..I thought you did good work.
Mulligan:…I’ll do the best job I can.
(wood creaking, unintelligible shuffling)
Mulligan: Ahem! Alright. We are in the study now. The windows are not boarded in this room, unlike the foyer. There are a large number of paintings in the room, and they…I don’t know how else to say this, but, it’s only eyes. Lots and lots of paintings of eyes.
(loud electrical humming, glass breaking, unknown male speaker: yes.)
Mulligan: Holy shite!
Poole: Are you ok?
Mulligan: shite shite shite. I can’t see a thing. Turn on! C’mon, turn on!
(torch clicking, muffled music starts, singing continues: in just a few minutes, a knock on the door.)
Poole: Ok, stay calm. Follow the sound of my voice.
Mulligan: What’s happening?
Poole: I don’t know, it could be an electrical problem, but we have to get out now.
Mulligan: Poole!
Poole: I’m here.
(3 sequential loud knocks, Mulligan screaming, unknown male speaker: I’m here.)
Mulligan: I have a knife!
Poole: This is- my name is-
(Unknown male speaker: Poole. muffled music, singing continues: One’s wearing a wedding band made of iris blue)
Mulligan: How?
(unintelligible shuffling, muffled music)
Mulligan: How is it playing from inside the walls?
(sounds of running footsteps, music continues: Memories walk the floor)
Mulligan: Get back!
(muffled music, singing continues: oh there must be a million of them in the clothes you wore)
Mulligan: Poole, where are you?
Mulligan: Poole! Answer me!
(muffled music, singing continues: No one but me can see them, even though they’re every place)
Mulligan: FUCK OFF!
(Mulligan yelling, sounds of running, door breaking)
End of Recording
(Mulligan screaming, glass breaking, window frame slamming, sound of heavy impact, crunching sounds)
Mulligan gasping: Ow. shite! I have to get to the car.
(Crickets chirping, distant music, Mulligan breathing heavily, sounds of muddy footfalls)
Mulligan: I’ll go get help, I’ll get help.
(Mulligan breathing, car door opening and closing, engine starting)
End of Recording
