Her eyes are wide open. She hasn’t blinked in over a minute and there’s no emotion on her face at all. She’s completely in another world. She reminds me of Jamie when I’d beg for sex after Kennedy was born. I seriously have to go in and get a gander at this freak show. What’s the harm? I’ll turn this speaker up and put my recorder next to it. Here we go.
“Test one. Two. Test one. Two. This is Eddie Hansen getting ready join the cast of Trancing With The Stars!”
AUDIO LOG:
THURSDAY DECEMBER 9, 2010 – 1:35 PM
RECEIVED BY MELODY SWANN:
This is the first set of audio recordings I received from Eddie on December 13. This was a few days after our first phone conversation. He told me to write what I hear and assemble it so it makes sense.
PLEASE NOTE: I took this recording to the Beverly Hills Lingual Institute for translation and accuracy for the following transcript.
Melody: I hear a door slam shut. Now footsteps cross the room. Someone is moaning like they’re in a lot of pain. Another door just creaked open. I hear a man’s voice.
“Shhh! Quiet. Come. Sit down. You were supposed to wait.”
“Why are we whispering, Reverend?”
Melody: That was Eddie asking! The other man must be the priest Eddie told me about, because he called him Reverend. I hear Eddie pull up a chair.
Now the priest explains. “They are in a deep meditative state. It’s dangerous if they come out of it improperly. Stay quiet and sit here. Don’t move. Please.”
Melody: It’s silent except for these snorts and moans I hear. Some sound sadistic. Some sexual. Some just painful. It’s been going on about a minute. This is weird. Now I hear a woman’s voice. It’s raspy and sad and she is not speaking English. She sounds like she’s dying or in tremendous pain as she cries out:
“Gno̱rízoume o énas ton állon”
“What was that?” Eddie asked.
The priest tells Eddie. “She’s speaking Greek.”
“What’d she say?”
“She said, ‘we know each other.”
“What?” Eddie asked.
“Í̱moun mazí sas ótan Jamie Aristerá,” the old lady said.
“Feel free to translate,” Eddie tells the priest.
The priest moved. I hear his chair squeaking as he moves closer to Eddie. “I was with you when Jamie left.”
“Excuse me,” Eddie interrupted.
“Sto motél éxi sto San Ntiénko,” the old lady continues in her raspy voice.
“At the Motel Six in San Diego,” the priest tells Eddie.
“Nomízate óti tha érthei píso se sas”
“You thought she would come back to you.”
“Allá eseís me epélexe.”
“But you chose me.”
“Fuck you!” Eddie yelled back at the old lady.
Melody: I know that tone in Eddie’s voice. He’s gonna lose it. The priest just scolded him, “Sit down!”
It sounds like something is about to go down. Somebody broke something.
The priest warns, “Eddie, you have to respect them!”
Melody: Something just banged hard! Like a chair was thrown. I hear the priest again! “Control yourself! We’re not dealing with flesh, Eddie! Watch carefully.”
The priest got up. I hear him grab something off a table. He’s got something clanging in his hand as he asks, “Gloria. May I speak with Gloria?”
“Den,” said that creepy old voice.
“I want to speak with Gloria”
“Den! To ónomá mou eínai Achlys.”
She said “No! ‘My name is Achlys,” the priest tells Eddie.
“Eímai dystychía.”
“I am misery,” translates the priest.
“Sýntrofós sas Eddie”
“Your companion, Eddie”
“Aftó pou agapáte”
“The one you love.” The priest pauses before asking the old woman, “I want to speak with Gloria.”
“Den!!” she replied with a spiteful inflection. I think she spit on him.
The priest yells! “Achlys. Sto ónoma tou Iisoú, anachoroún apó aftín.”
Melody: That was the most
“Test one. Two. Test one. Two. This is Eddie Hansen getting ready join the cast of Trancing With The Stars!”
AUDIO LOG:
THURSDAY DECEMBER 9, 2010 – 1:35 PM
RECEIVED BY MELODY SWANN:
This is the first set of audio recordings I received from Eddie on December 13. This was a few days after our first phone conversation. He told me to write what I hear and assemble it so it makes sense.
PLEASE NOTE: I took this recording to the Beverly Hills Lingual Institute for translation and accuracy for the following transcript.
Melody: I hear a door slam shut. Now footsteps cross the room. Someone is moaning like they’re in a lot of pain. Another door just creaked open. I hear a man’s voice.
“Shhh! Quiet. Come. Sit down. You were supposed to wait.”
“Why are we whispering, Reverend?”
Melody: That was Eddie asking! The other man must be the priest Eddie told me about, because he called him Reverend. I hear Eddie pull up a chair.
Now the priest explains. “They are in a deep meditative state. It’s dangerous if they come out of it improperly. Stay quiet and sit here. Don’t move. Please.”
Melody: It’s silent except for these snorts and moans I hear. Some sound sadistic. Some sexual. Some just painful. It’s been going on about a minute. This is weird. Now I hear a woman’s voice. It’s raspy and sad and she is not speaking English. She sounds like she’s dying or in tremendous pain as she cries out:
“Gno̱rízoume o énas ton állon”
“What was that?” Eddie asked.
The priest tells Eddie. “She’s speaking Greek.”
“What’d she say?”
“She said, ‘we know each other.”
“What?” Eddie asked.
“Í̱moun mazí sas ótan Jamie Aristerá,” the old lady said.
“Feel free to translate,” Eddie tells the priest.
The priest moved. I hear his chair squeaking as he moves closer to Eddie. “I was with you when Jamie left.”
“Excuse me,” Eddie interrupted.
“Sto motél éxi sto San Ntiénko,” the old lady continues in her raspy voice.
“At the Motel Six in San Diego,” the priest tells Eddie.
“Nomízate óti tha érthei píso se sas”
“You thought she would come back to you.”
“Allá eseís me epélexe.”
“But you chose me.”
“Fuck you!” Eddie yelled back at the old lady.
Melody: I know that tone in Eddie’s voice. He’s gonna lose it. The priest just scolded him, “Sit down!”
It sounds like something is about to go down. Somebody broke something.
The priest warns, “Eddie, you have to respect them!”
Melody: Something just banged hard! Like a chair was thrown. I hear the priest again! “Control yourself! We’re not dealing with flesh, Eddie! Watch carefully.”
The priest got up. I hear him grab something off a table. He’s got something clanging in his hand as he asks, “Gloria. May I speak with Gloria?”
“Den,” said that creepy old voice.
“I want to speak with Gloria”
“Den! To ónomá mou eínai Achlys.”
She said “No! ‘My name is Achlys,” the priest tells Eddie.
“Eímai dystychía.”
“I am misery,” translates the priest.
“Sýntrofós sas Eddie”
“Your companion, Eddie”
“Aftó pou agapáte”
“The one you love.” The priest pauses before asking the old woman, “I want to speak with Gloria.”
“Den!!” she replied with a spiteful inflection. I think she spit on him.
The priest yells! “Achlys. Sto ónoma tou Iisoú, anachoroún apó aftín.”
Melody: That was the most
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