[Both speakers have raised their voices]
Male: And I’m the one that goes out every day and fucking works. What do you do?
Celeste: Everything! I do everything! You do nothing around the house. You’re a lazy slob.
Male: I painted this house inside and out. And I work for ten hours a day.
Celeste: You painted the house three months ago. Oh, and I’m stupid? That’s obvious. I’m still married to you!
Male: You’re a bitch. That’s all you are. It’s like you live just to make everyone around you miserable! Fucking <pause> bitch!
Celeste: Feel better now?
Celeste: You’re such an asshole.
Male: Stop fucking following me. I just want to be left alone.
Celeste: You’re the one that wanted to talk, so talk.
Male: Fuck off!
Male: Go the fuck away.
Celeste: Or what? You gonna’ hit me?
Celeste: Come on, asshole.
Male: Fuck off.
Unknown Speaker [Whispering]: [Difficult audio. Sounds like: Tay. Cuff. Hit me]
Celeste: Come on, hit me!
Male: I might. That’s why I’m trying to get away from you.
[Loud, sharp noise. Loud thud]
Male: I... <inaudible> ...you. <inaudible> ...slap me again.
Celeste: <inaudible> ...deserved it.
[Tape hiss from 21:54 to 31:12]
Celeste: I don’t know.
Male: There has to be some reason.
Celeste: There is. I just don’t know.
Male: I mean, is it something from your past? I’m not one of your exes. You have to realize that.
Celeste: I know you. It’s not that. It’s...
Male: It’s what?
Celeste: You’re going to think I’m stupid.
Male: No I won’t. I won’t think you’re stupid.
Celeste: It’s the house.
Male: What? [Chuckle] You wanted this house. I wanted the one in Evergreen Mills.
Celeste: Not that. I think... <long pause>
Male: Come on. This is a nice house. It’s perfect for us. Our equity is already through the roof. You were right.
Celeste: We made the right choice. I mean, we did. We really did.
Male: Then what?
Celeste: There is something wrong with this house.
Male: Okay. What?
Celeste: Ever since we moved here I’ve been getting angrier and angrier every day, and I don’t even have a reason to! You think I don’t know that? I know it! Okay? I know I’m being unreasonable! I can’t even stand myself because of it! It’s just... <pause> ...something about this place. There is something here.
Male: So the house is making you mad. Like in that Jack Nicholson movie?
Celeste: Don’t be sarcastic. I’m trying to tell you how I feel.
Male: And I’m trying to listen. And I’m trying to be understanding with you. But I’m sorry, I don’t believe that our house is haunted.
Celeste: I knew I shouldn’t tell you.
Male: No, it’s good that you did. But there has to be something else. We’ll figure this out.
Unknown Speaker: [Wispy, dry voice. Inaudible words. Sounds like: Cuff, cuff, tay, cuff]
Celeste: Did you hear that?
Male: Yes. [Chuckle] that was pretty well timed.
Celeste: I’m scared.
Male: I admit it sounded a little creepy, but it’s just the sounds of the house, honey.
Celeste: No. That was a voice. I heard it earlier, too.
Male: We’ve only been here for four months, and the weather has been getting cold lately. We’re bound to hear some new things.
Celeste: I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I’m a bitch. I’m sorry I’m a bad wife. I’m sorry I made you feel so bad.
[Rustling sounds. Nothing audible except tape hiss from 34:10 to 36:03]