EPISODE 21 CAMPGROUND SCARY STORIES

These stories are from reddit, and they are scary camping stories that happened to people while out in the forests of the US, some are in campgrounds.  listen to the spooky stories 

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Welcome to holistic secrets podcast. Where we will guide you to reveal the secrets that aren't always shared join us. As we help you gain an understanding of spiritual world with me Apryl. And with me Tess. Let's dive and do it. And here's another one to go with our spooky season. It is. Starting out with camp, ground scary stories. Most of these are from Reddit. Uh, that I'll be reading from this is the first one. It says I worked in night shift at a campground. Every morning at 4:17 AM the phone rang. One day. I decided to answer it. I worked at a campground on night shift. 12 eight. Am to 8:00 AM every night. It wasn't bad. I will bring my PS two and. Game a good portion of the night. Only having to do with one or two people on busy nights. It was just me in this little eight by eight shack. With nothing around, but dark all night. My first week, dear, the other third shift guy who is quitting Tony about this payphone a few feet from the shack where I worked. He said it rang every night at 4:17 AM. Just once. It was probably just an automated test call. He guessed. He never answered it himself. I go for a few months on the job. It was the middle of summer. So most nights I had the windows close. So I couldn't hear the payphone. Ring. Mid August. I started leaving the windows open. During the night. Sure enough at 4:17 AM. Every morning. The phone would ring once. The ring even sounded creepy. Like the payphone was submerged in water. Instead of where it's at. One night. I got the nerve up to answer it. I set an alarm at four 15 and would go wait at the phone until it rang. When it did. I answered it. But there was no sound. Just dead air. Like someone was on the other line, but wasn't answering. I said hello a few times and hung up. I did this every night for a week with the same results. I didn't think anything of it and left it alone. After that for about a month. The first week of October. I decided to answer the phone once again. I sent my lawyer. And when the time came. I answered it. Hello. Hello. When I heard what sounded like someone inhaling through clenched teeth. The voice, it sound, it was rough. And sounded like he had gargled. Gravel. The best comparison I can give is Horace peak out from the suffering. He said my name. My complete knee. First middle and last. It was a voice I've never heard. My voice caught in my throat and I hung up. I rattled some change in the payphone and hit star 69. The number it came from was in California. I lived in Indiana. That spooky. K nother story. The Keesler. And his girlfriend or on a road trip through California. When they found a relatively empty can't site. They set up camp made dinner and went to bed. In the middle of the night, they were woken by some whistling, outside their tent, to the tune of when the scenes come marching in. They laid in at her silence, hoping the singing person would go away. But when the whistling turned to chanting, When you sleep here. You disrespect me. And when you disrespect me. You disrespect, the us Marines. The Reddit user. Knew they needed to get out. They quietly climbed from their tent to their truck and drove to a motel. In the neighboring town. The next morning, they drove back to the campsite to retrieve their Burl on means and they left. As they were leaving, they paused at. Uh, site adjacent to where they had slept. We're a family had been staying. The family told the Keesler. That the singing had continued for another two to three hours after they left. It was one of the creepiest things they had ever experienced. Another story. When Dr. Jim danger was 18. He and some friends took a road trip to the agricola national first in Tallahassee, Florida. Their goal was to get away from people. So they found themselves driving far into the woods after they set up camp and had a few drinks, the writer, and a friend decided to explore the surrounding poorest. They found another trail and started following it. But the further they went, the more apparent it became, someone was living there. Eventually, they came to the camp site of an older man who was living out of his van. His clothes were strung up. Coolers were scattered around. And it's dog sprawled besides the van. The user and his friend tried to back out without being seen. But the main cut side of them and called them over. He has some friendly questions and offered up some places. They should check out in the park. After about 10 minutes of talking, they returned to their own campsite. The mayor was a little strange, but seem perfectly harmless. But fast forward two months, the Reddit users, friend calls, and tells him to turn on television. On the screen was the man they met in the woods at night. On trial. For four murders. Now that would freak me out. Knowing that I. Was in the presence. Uh, a murderer. You could have killed us. Y we were sleeping. That would freak me out. Another story. Their dog knew something was wrong. You always got to go with your pets. You always got to go with them. If they're acting weird. Doing weird things. Don't want to go somewhere, just please listen to your, your pets. For I LoDo was camping in big Sur, California. With one of their best friends, one weekend. They almost had the entire site to themselves. And chose a campsite about half a mile from the ocean. In a large open field, surrounded by forest. They spent that evening sitting around the campfire telling stories. Afterwards, two climbed into their tent. And fell asleep easily. Around one in the morning, something startled their dog. She's usually very calm. And used to being in the woods. But this time she was yanking at the leash. Desperately trying to get away. She pulled so hard that her harness snapped and she bolted across the field. The Reddit user chased after her into the forest where they eventually found her curls. In a random clearing. And they picked her up and carried her back to the campsite. They all hit inside the tent, but the dog refused to lay down with her people. Her ears were up and she was staring intently at the tent wall. At this point, the red writer and their friend were also on edge. The dog's behavior. I didn't make sense. Then they heard the cackling. The high pitched laughter coming from outside their tent. They were so scared they could hardly breathe. Then screams followed the laughing. They thought it could have been wolves or coyote killing their prey, but it sounded far. To human. The car was parked too far away from them to bolt to it. So they just listened. To the freakish laughter until it faded away. Oh, That's crazy. Crazy crazy. Crazy. Another story called three knocks. Snaggy from J O T and their girlfriend were sitting in their car. That was parked at a rest area. Having something to eat after visiting the renowned Mount St. Helens. It was raining. So the windows were fogged. And thanks to the approaching nightfall. It was getting dark. The couple was minding their own business. When Saturn lay, there was a series of three knocks. On their driver's side window. They. We're both startled. There was no one else in the parking lot. Even more terrifyingly. The driver's side of the car was over looking an embankment. They rolled down their window and looked out, but saw no one. It was enough to thoroughly. Creep them out. They left immediately. Later they read a park flyer that a man had died. During the eruption. Ever since they've been wondering if the knocks on the corridor where that man's ghost train desperately. To be saved. On one to traveling companions. This story occurred in the summer of 2008. I grew up in Oregon and was acquainted with the outdoors at an early age. My favorite hobby came to be hiking. Particularly in areas that are either very dangerous or isolated. The health benefits of hiking were secondary to the thrills of walking the edge of expos clips. Being in Cougar and bear territory. And knowing that I was far from help. Into the wild was released in the fall of 2007. And I immediately fell in love. Being a high school senior. I could barely go another week living in my parents' house. The movie spoke to my sense of adventure and inspired me to hike the California Portion. Of the Pacific crest trail upon graduation. I made it from the Mexican border to Northern California without much incidents. I saw rattlesnakes and black bears experienced dehydration. But nothing happened that made me fear for my life. Somewhere in the. Lesson. National forest. In Northern California. I walked around a bed in a trail. Only two. We startled. By two people. Sitting on. A rock. Dressed in nearly all white. Their faces were dirty. Their appearance disheveled. And the man had a long unkept, a beard. Both seem to be in their forties. They look like a couple who kidnapped. Elizabeth smart. What struck me as odd. About the encounter. Was encountering. Anybody. At all. I frequently went days. Without seeing a single human being. The white clothes. Could be explained away by the need to escape the California summer sun. There scruffy appearance could be explained away by the fact that most. Through hikers abandon personal hygiene on the trail. After I said hello, they said nothing. And simply watch me as I passed. Even that a. Didn't find odd. I chalked it up to them being foreign and not knowing what to say. I kept a few hundred yards off the trail that night. As I always did. Following bear precautions. I hung the leftover food. I cooked that night from a tree, approximately five feet off the ground. Packing up camp in the morning. I noticed the food wasn't there. I immediately thought a bear had entered my campsite. So I began to look for Paul prints. And then find any Paul prints, but I did find boot prints. Circling the campsite. Two pairs of them. One of those Prince led right up to the rope from which the food was hanging. I thought of the couple I had passed earlier and everything clicked. I quickly packed up and left. My mind was racing the entire day. But I figured the couple was simply hungry. If they had never Ferris intentions, they would have come from more than just the food. Several days passed in my mind was at ease again. I began to circle my cant site with sticks. To wake me in the event of an intruder. Animal or otherwise. I woke in my tent one night to the sound of those sticks crunching. I grabbed my honey knife. I tried to relax. By telling myself. Then in the middle of nowhere. The source of that noise is much more likely an animal than a person. Then I heard frantic whispering. It was impossible to tell which direction the voices were coming from. Being in the dark, surrounded by trees. A hundred miles from the nearest city. Plays tricks on your sentences. A debate at yelling out. Claiming to have a gun. But instead decided to be silent. And retain the benefit of surprise. I heard footsteps, circling my tent and was ready to slash whatever open day. But just like that it was over. No more footsteps. No more whispery. I laid frozen awake in my tent. Until sunrise. And opened my tent to find nobody there. The only evidence something was actually. There. Where the boot prints. The same as before. Several more days passed. And I was now in Shosta national forest, probably 50 to 70 miles from where I first encountered the couple. I did trail became more or less a goat trail. Being on the side of a mountain. And above the tree line, I could see the trail winding for miles in front of me. And behind me. I stopped for water. In the rare shade and notice two hikers. Miles behind me. All I could see were two white. DOT's moving along the mountain site. I immediately set out loud. Fuck, this, this trip is over. I pulled my map out and look for the nearest town. Which appear to be Castella located off the only problem was that it was 25 miles away. I hiked well into the night, trying to gain as much ground as possible. I kept losing the trail and decided to set up camp. This time, far off the trail and into the forest. I got my tent. Tried to sleep. But every little noise kept me awake. After a few hours in my tent, I heard the telltale signs of another bad night. The footsteps, the whispering, the sticks, breaking. Sound's traveling far in the. Absence of other sound. I knew they were close, but it wasn't sure how close all I could think was this is fucked up. This is so fucked up. Goddammit. Finally a fell Ash light. Light hits my tent. Lights up the home terror. Tire thing and go stark. I unzipped my tent and climbed out, carry my knife. Yelling nonsense. Into the dark. It was sort of like that. Cliche seen in the movies. Where people are in the weird wilderness here's sticks, breaking around them and the camera. The hands around the trees because people have no idea. Which direction sounds coming from. Then I heard footsteps running towards the tent. And barely made out a figure, moving in my peripheral vision. I turn and Marine deep into the forest. I tripped several times and ran into several trees. After running for approximately five minutes, I tripped world and came to rest next to a down tree. I got under the tree trunk and late. So I saw the flashlight moving around in the distance. I laid under that tree for how worse? I was certain they were gone, but I didn't move. Eventually birds started chirping and I knew sunrise would soon come. Once it did, I may move way back to the trail. I abandoned my campsite and walk the rest of the distance to Castella where the Pacific crest trail crosses. I hitchhiked my way to the town of Mount Shasta and spoke with the police and forest service. They put me up in a motel for the night. And my parents drove from Oregon to pick me up the next day. I followed up with the police. And forest service months later, who told me there have been similar reports of items disappearing from camp sites throughout the surrounding national forest. However, There have been no other reports of the terrorizing that I experienced as far as I know nothing ever came at the couple. K nother story. Stayed. In a haunted cabin. From Huck check. I want stayed in a cabin in Arkansas. Facing the river. One side of the cabin was almost all windows with no blinds or anything. Which made me feel really creeped out. Especially the first time it got dark and you couldn't see outside. The first night we stayed there. The speeding started on all sides of the cabin. It was loud. N IRRI fast paced. Moving from one wall to the next to the roof, et cetera. A few times the gas powered fireplace would roar up. And then go out. The TV would turn on. And just be static. Really cliche stuff. We would also hear whispering at night and because I was too much of a wuss to sleep with the lights off. After the first night. We left the whole light on and the bedroom door shut and locked. And so we started seeing shadows under the door. We got the fuck out of there. I don't know if the place was poorly built. Or people were messing with us or what. But the shadow under the door. Was way too much for me. Camping is fun though. Give it a chance despite being scared as hell. It's one of my fondest camping memories. I love to go camping. We go camping. Quite frequently, we do tent camping. And, uh, it's always fun. Never had. Knock on wood. We've never had any. Issues with campaign. But I think seeing shadows under the door would probably freak me out. I would think it's more humans than supernatural. But you never know. The next one is odd carvings in the trees. Or ran. This is from. Daring confection. And it. And this story is when my girlfriend and I first got together, we went camping. Regularly with a couple of friends. In a large ancient forest. We would go in. Sets 10 up in the light, have a barbecue, some beers then sleep. Well, our friends would. We went several weeks running. Same routine. Different friends each time. And so one night we decided to leave the tent and return later, so we could. Get some more supplies. We returned to the tent at dusk, but found a stick figure made from twigs at the entrance. Of the tent. We smoked a bit, had some booze, one of our friends. Who reluctantly joined us on this occasion. Turn strange. He disappeared into the woods. Which we found strange as he was petrified on the way into the woods. And then we could hear nothing but singing for at least an hour. He eventually returned. And continue to party until it started to rain heavily. At which point we decided to call it a night. We woke up in the morning and decided to pack the tent down. It eventually became obvious that the tree surrounding our tent had the same shape as the figure carved into the bark. We pretty much rushed to get out of there. Came across a so burning pit of fire. Surrounded by felled trees. This was the final straw. So we ran the room, meaning mile back to my car. I have to add that the woods I'm talking about. Has a history of deaths and suicide. And also has reports of witchcraft to. In fact, the surrounding 20 miles has quite a lot of stuff like that. No, it's Opie going insane. Reports of witchcraft. Witchcraft. Nothing. Is scarier spooky about witchcraft. The lost hiker. My friend. Heather. And I have a problem that whenever we spend time together, Some paranormal events seem to happen. This is one of the stories from the summer I spent with her. At her new place in Colorado. Enjoying the beauty of nature. I had done several hiking trails, but they had all been rather busy. And it was hard to really enjoy nature on them. A friend of Heather's. Mike. Suggests that we do a trail outside his hometown. He said his town was in the middle of nowhere. So we wouldn't have to deal with all the summer crowds at the parks and tourist spots. We all thought it sounded great. So we packed up and headed out. We decided we were going to camp for a few days, somewhere along the trail, just to relax and take in nature. So all in all our trip lasts about five days. On the trip were. Myself, Mike and friends, James and Heather. After Dana, half of hiking. We found a. Beautiful. Almost level clearing with a slope down one side that looked down on the forest below. You could tell by the old cans and the way logs and rocks were moved around in the area that this was an old campsite. We set up camp there for our couple of days of relaxation in nature. Too bad. We never really got a chance to relax. On our first night around 11:00 PM. We were sitting around the campfire. Telling jokes. When Heather says. Hey. Did you guys see that? And points on the slope. At the tree line. We all turn and look. But there was nothing there. I wasn't even sure what we were looking for. Heather said she just saw a light. And sure enough. About that time. Uh, light like one from a flashlight. Start shining through the trees. But it's moving rather quickly and it's jumping up and down. Like someone is running with it in their hand. Jane jumps up and yells. Hello? Is someone there? Down at it. And the late. Immediately went off. Heather and I decided it would be smart sleep in the boy's tent at night. The next morning, James and Mike went down the slope to see if there was another camp down there. When they come back, they have with them an empty backpack. They have found on a rock just behind the treeline. The backpack was whether Warren. And was literally falling apart. We all decided that we would stay there one more night. And that we had nothing to worry about. Some camper had probably just forgotten their backpack a few years ago. And the flashlight. The night before was probably just another hiker. To this day. I wish we hadn't stayed. I still have nightmares of that night. We were all having trouble sleeping. So we stayed out by the campfire. Really late into the night, just talking in laughing. When Heather suddenly says. Everyone be quiet. Do you hear that? So we all went quiet. But none of us. Was able to hear anything. Heather's eyes were wide open. And her face pale in the firelight. I had asked her what she heard And she said she could hear a woman crying. Still, none of us could hear it. So we thought she was just pulling our chains. James. And Mike started laughing saying things like. Good one and nice try. Then we all heard it. Clear as can be. The sound of a woman crying. James and Mike are both police officers. So without hesitation, they both jump up and grab flashlights thinking. They might be hearing a lost hiker. Heather and I both unable to move. Something didn't seem right about the noise we were hearing. James. And my kid has done the slope towards where the crime was coming from. As Heather as me and Heather set, trying to comfort each other. They've been gone for about 10 minutes and we can hear them yelling. Hello, please tell us where you are. Then we heard both of them begin screaming and maybe two minutes later. They both sprinted up the slope back to the camp site. Both of them were so out of breath, they couldn't talk. And Mike started to throw up. In the bushes next to the camp from overexertion. They both said, hurry up. We're leaving now. And started taking down the tents, Heather and I didn't ask any questions. We were all too scared to talk. We just packed everything we could. And we started packing down. And we started back down the trail in the middle of the night as quickly as possible. When the sun finally came up, I got up the nerve to talk and ask James what had happened. He said that Mike and him had followed the crying down into the trees. They couldn't find the person who was crying, even though they had searched the area where the sun was the loudest. Then as they were about to come back. To camp to call for help. They passed the rock where we have found the backpack. And next to it was a girl sitting with her head in her knees crying. He said it was weird because she was wearing a big red winter jacket. And a black stocking cap. But it was the middle of summer. They were about 20 feet away when James asked if she was all right. Did she need any help? He said she stopped crying, pointed deeper into the forest and then disappeared. This is when Mike and James screamed and ran back to camp. All the time. We, we were also scared. That we really didn't have time to think about things. We were all pretty sure that whatever it was, it was trying to get us to go where at point it. We've discussed going back there and train. To go the way it points it. But we were unsure if it's just once us to find something. Or if it has bad intentions for us. Yeah, I don't think I'd be going back. I think I'd be staying away from that area. No sense. And trying your luck. Or I should say, testing your luck. Another story. Lady in the mountains. This happened to my grandfather and I in El Salvador. When I was eight years old on a Saturday night. We were coming back from visiting relatives who lived up the mountains from us. About an hour and a half to two hour hike in. During the day, it is a beautiful hiking place, but at night it is quite scary. We ended up leaving my uncle's place later than we thought at about 8:00 PM. But we were not worried since we had done this hike hundreds of times. At all times of the day, but never after 10:00 PM. According to locals. It's not safe to be out there after 10:00 PM. Because of where things that they have seen and heard. Thankfully, we were prepared for nightfall. We had our own flashlight. Grandpa had a huge flashlight. That was as bright as a headlight on a car. And our backpack had bottles of water and snacks. Well, halfway into our way back home was pretty scary. There was no Moonlight. So it was really dark and only trees all around. And a few homes here and there. We heard noises and other root things. But since we were in the middle of the mountains, We dismissed it. And kept walking. About a mile away from home things. Got. Very weird and spooky. We couldn't even hear the cricket sound. Everything just went silent. At this point, my grandfather grabbed my hand. It told me to stay close. I remember getting scared and worried. I looked at my watch and it was 9:15 PM. I told grandpa and he said not to worry. We were almost home. I kept pointing my flashlight in front of me. So I wouldn't step on something or trip over it. Then about 20 feet from us was this huge tree. And it had a bow on it, which I thought was strange. And so did my grandpa. As he replied with. Well, that's interesting. A bow on a tree. Then to our surprise. A woman wearing a gray or light blue dress. I don't really remember. It was standing on the other side of the tree. But with her back to us. I told my grandpa, why would she be out at this time of the night by herself? He said maybe she is lost or hurt. So we hurry to see if she needed help. We were about 10 feet away from her when she started walking. So grandpa yells. Hey, excuse me, miss. Are you okay? Are you lost? No answer. Do you need help again? No answer. She just kept walking. After you pass the tree. With the bow. About five to 10 feet. You go down the hill. Onto an open space with a few trees here and there, and pretty flowers everywhere with a walking trail next to it. Standing bottom of the hill in front of the trail. Grandpa turned to me and said, come on honey. We got to hurry. I don't think she's okay. He only turns to me for about a second or two. And when he turned back, she disappeared. We can not find her. We looked everywhere. And no luck. There was no way she could have run that fast. The trail is pretty long. And little trees scattered around nowhere to hide. Even if you wanted to. Since grandpa had a big flashlight, we had a good view of the landscape all around us. But we sell nothing. We kept walking and still looking. Hoping to find her. And help her, but. No look. Once we reached. The town I look. At my watch. And it was 10, 15:00 PM. I told grandpa how happy I was that we had made it. Just in time out of the mountains. He had so worried about what happened to that lady. The next day, grandpa told a neighbor of our incident with the strange woman. And he interrupted my grandfather and said, Are you talking about the big tree right before you go down the hill? Grandpa said yes. Why. Our neighbor called his Weiss Susan over. And began to tell us about the murder that happened in that area. On the Thursday of that week. A lady walking home at around 8:00 PM or so. When she came across a man who tried to Rob her. And since she fought back, he stabbed her four times and she bled to death. She was found in the bottom of the hill the next morning. The killer was caught. The next day. Drunk with a bloody shirt. And hands, but the knife in his pocket. People thought he was hurt, but when they heard of the murder, they turned him in. I need to confess. My grandfather turned white and I didn't know what to say at all. I feel so bad for her. The neighbor's wife. Susan said that we were not the only ones that have seen her. Uh, a few locals have seen her walk from the tree to the bottom of the hill. Where her spirit always walks back and forth. The bone and the tree was put there on her behalf. Darkness. Makes every sound, a hundred percent worse. And we all know it to us. Let's get into this story. This happened while I was backpacking. In the goat rocks wilderness in Washington state. My friend and I were trying to get up. Into a certain basin above the tree line. My friend and I were trying to get up into a certain basin above the tree line. And we got a really late start. Thanks to road construction. So we were really hoofing it up the hill. Trying to make. Can't before dark. My friend I X way. Faster than I do. So he got way out ahead of me. And by the time I got to where our detour. From the main trail up into the informal boot path. Would take us up. Into the basin. He was nowhere to be seen. So there were no campsites near where I stopped. I backtracked for about three quarters of a mile to a lake. Where there were established camp sites right along the trail. After maybe an hour, my friend shows up having realized his mistake. This is well after dark and we settle in not really knowing our surroundings. It was a fairly large open area though. Likely a horse camp area because the trail is popular with horse Packers. But we encountered none. We set up our tents, both one person. Eight and went to bed. Neither of us usually see sleep well when backpacking, but for whatever reason, he was out cold. And I was sort of lucid at best for quite a while. Just listening to the sounds of nature and trying not to psych myself out. About the possible demons and monsters and mean eating bees, looking in the woods. Every time I heard a twig snap or a pine cone fall from a tree. So maybe three or four or so hours after I went to bed this would have been maybe 1:00 AM. I started hearing a very distinct sound of heavy footsteps around my camp area. Maybe as much as a hundred feet away. I didn't really think to analyze the patterns. The footsteps made at the time. But I remember it sounding distantly. Bipedal. You can usually pick out a deer or a mountain goat because they don't plant their feet in pairs. Other than these occasional footsteps, it's basically dead silent, no crickets or rustling. Bushes or anything. That silence was instantly shattered by the most terrifying sound I have ever heard in my life. It was basically the same intensity as a whistle on a steam train, but much, much deeper and more demonic, like almost like a cross between a cow mooing and Alliance roar, but loud enough that it echoed off the mountains on the. Opposite side of the valley. Immediately after this noise. This creature went hauling ass often to the word. It's crushing through the bushes. The forest I could see when I set up camp was basically covered in. Head high huckleberry shrubs. But remained running around in earshot for at least two minutes. Running back and forth. Sometimes getting distinctly closer. Sometimes getting further away. All this time, it sounded like it was a creature with two legs running around. This whole time my heart was doing about. 200 beats per minute. And I was sure I was going to be eaten by a Chuba Cobre. Cobre or something. After a couple of minutes, the footsteps faded and it fell silent again. And I never heard anything else. I probably laid awake for at least another hour before I finally fell asleep. My friend, didn't hear a damn thing. In the morning when I woke up, I looked around and there was a wide open area. That led down to a small beach at the new bright lake. To see if there was any evidence of what the noise was. It turns out there were fresh out prints in the mud near the lake and maybe 20, 30 feet away was a large. Print of either a bear or Cougar. I don't remember, which so likely something was stocking one of the elk. That wandered near my camp and spooked it in the middle of the night and caused it to specify. Fuck out. At least. That's what I hope it was. Well, everybody. That is it for this episode? I hope you enjoyed some of this spooky stories. Some of them. We're real. They were all told. On Reddit and. Just read by me. I don't know if the names are true or not. They're probably changed. So don't say Heron. I think that. Any of these were my stories. They weren't. And, uh, I will be back. Next week. With another episode thanks for listening to holistic secrets. If you have any questions or ideas for an episode, or you want to tell us a story that happened to you along your journey, email us@holisticsecretspodcastatgmail.com. I offer in-person and distant Reiki services. You can email Tess at Holisticsecretspodcast@gmail.com. help us spread the secrets by rating us five stars and telling all your friends about holistic secrets. Remember a secret shared is a secret. No more. And we'll see you next week here at holistic secrets.