I would like to begin by saying that while everything that I heard and happened to me has taken place in Mississippi, my best friend is at the center of the story too, and he lives in Colorado. I'm choosing to name the location as MS because the story is coming from me.
This friend of mine--we'll call him Mitch--was going through an interest in mediumship. He was interested in a meditative practice where he called on souls of the dead to "meditate" with him, give him information, etc. The first night that he did it, he was sure to use protective measures.
The second night, he said that he slipped up and completely forgot to call on only "spirits of the highest good," and simply invited in spirits. Mitch told me that while things started off normally, he started realizing that he was getting angrier and angrier. At one point he became distracted and kept thinking about how all men are terrible and need to be "taught a lesson." At some point he realized that the anger was foreign, closed the session, and commanded the spirits to leave.
But for about a week after that, there were a number of times where he and I seemed to have "interrupted" phone calls. I might have said that it was normal, that our call was picking up on frequency or other calls or something like that, but every time either of us heard the voice, it was "intelligent"--I mean to say, in each case it was responding to what we were saying, or otherwise noting that it knew who we were.
I was the first one to hear it. I was outside and we were talking on the phone. We were laughing at something or another when I heard, quite clearly, a third person laughing that sounded female. At first I thought it was my voice echoing, because sometimes that happens, but it wasn't happening before or after that exact moment.
A few days after that, we were talking on the phone again and Mitch was trying to tell me something, but I got distracted by my little dog. I heard him say, "How do you know? I didn't tell you."
"What? I'm confused."
"I was telling you that I listened to affirmations while I slept and you said 'I know'."
"No, I didn't."
"You didn't say 'I know'?"
A few days after that it spoke to him again, saying "yes" after he asked something or another.
The final time he heard it, we were talking about various Gods and Goddesses. He had asked me something about Greco-Roman deities. I was explaining when he interrupted and asked me if I had said something about Morgana, who is sometimes viewed as a Celtic Goddess.
I was uncomfortable with how the spirit seemed to be "watching" him and asked him to ask the angels to remove the spirit if it was malevolent.
He did. It was about thirty minutes later when I finally heard the voice again, except this time it was more like a man's that whispered "Bran-di..." I asked Mitch if he whispered my name, and when he said no I decided to try to "banish" it as well. Neither of us have heard anything like that over the phone since.