Daniel Alarcón

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2,010 appearances 36 recordings 11 series first heard Feb 2022 last heard 10 Jul

Daniel Alarcón’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.

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Every voice on a recording is a stray radio signal, or the house settling.
Every shadow is a passing car.
I'd built a small but loyal following on the strength of that.
The skeptic who goes into the famous haunted places alone and comes out unimpressed and explains exactly why.
People liked watching a guy stand in the dark and refuse to be scared.
I went into the Aldous Manor expecting to give them another episode of the same.
What I got was the reason I don't do this work alone anymore and the reason I had to change what the channel even was.
The place sat at the end of a private road a few miles outside a town I won't name, because the family still owns it, and they've been decent to me, and I'd rather not bring strangers to their door.
Built in the 1860s by a man who'd made his money in timber, lived in continuously for over a hundred years, then abandoned sometime in the 1980s after the last of the line died without anyone wanting to keep it up.
three stories twenty some rooms a separate carriage house the kind of property that creaks before you've even touched it the locals had the usual stories a maid who'd fallen down the back stairs a child who'd died of fever in one of the upper bedrooms
A figure people claimed to see in the windows from the road.
Standard small-town haunted house material.
The sort of thing I'd dismantled a hundred times.
I'd done my homework, the way I always did.
I'd gotten written permission from the family, I'd gone over the original blueprints with the county historian, and I knew the layout cold before I ever set foot inside.
I knew where the main staircase was and where the narrow servant's stair ran up the back.
I knew which rooms had collapsed ceilings and which floors were rotted through and unsafe.
I'd marked all of it on a printout I kept folded in my jacket pocket.
I had my dictaphone, two digital cameras, a camcorder that weighed about as much as a brick, a couple of flashlights, and a thermos of coffee.
No partner.
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