Picked up 6 things on my digital recorder from the 2nd floor last Saturday when it was only Patrick & I left in the building.
Left digital recorder in the crabby man’s room, we went to the front bedroom.
2 minutes after we left, loud exhale & another breath. She must have been right next to the recorder. Then there is singing, a female laugh (it wasn’t me, you can hear me faintly talking down the hall).
Patrick asks “are you talking to us?”, man responds “nooo!”
Took recorder out of crabby man’s room & into the bay window room, man laughs, 38 seconds later he asks “what are you doing?” We heard none of this while we were on the floor. I have more to listen to from the basement.