49. Wine & Spirits: Yapping + Listener Tales

Pour a glass, light a candle, and get cozy—it's time for another round of Wine & Spirits, our (slightly boozy) bonus series where the wine flows... and so do the ghost stories. 👻

In this episode, we're vibing our way through a mix of paranormal ponderings, mildly unhinged tangents, and a few truly creepy tales submitted by you - our listeners! From haunted houses to spectral visitors with questionable timing, these stories had us gasping, giggling, and side-eyeing the shadows in the corners of the room.

It's casual. It's chaotic. It's exactly the kind of spooky hangout you didn't know you needed.

So grab your beverage of choice (spirits optional but encouraged), and join us for a haunted happy hour!

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Transcript

SPEAKER_00 0:02

Welcome to the Real Ghosts of Podcast, where we explore haunted locations in and around Austin, Texas. We're your hosts Nicole Ricardo and Damian Shilesi.

SPEAKER_04 0:17

Listen along as we couple in-depth historical research and paranormal investigative techniques with a sixth sense of the unknown. Story time.

SPEAKER_00 0:33

Story time. Okay. So yeah, it's been a while. It's been a minute since we've done Wine and Spirits in the manner in which I originally intended, which was for it to be listener stories. Um, I do actually, I don't know if I've told you this, I have a backlog of stories actually.

SPEAKER_01 0:57

Oh really?

SPEAKER_00 0:57

Um recorded on my iPad from calls that I've had with people. And there's one I was literally, listen to this. I was randomly at a bar in New Orleans, and of course I'm talking to people about weird shit. And this girl's like, oh my god, I have this crazy story, and I'm like, hold on, I gotta record it. So there's literally a recording of me like in New Orleans at some random bar.

SPEAKER_04 1:16

Those could be fun, compelling episodes. Basically, us going to the bar. Oh yes, it actually approaching people.

SPEAKER_00 1:24

Hey, tell us your weird shit.

SPEAKER_04 1:25

Yeah, and it's it'll be funny because we'll show up and we're like, hey, we want to talk to you guys. And they're like, oh god, what is this? And we're like, listen, what weird shit happens in your life.

SPEAKER_00 1:34

Well, listen, people love talking about their weird shit. And I will say this is something, so I know this is yes, this is a little tangential. This is an episode of just Nicole and Damian shooting the shit. We're gonna read a couple stories, but we're gonna shoot the shit first. So, um, fun fact, people do love sharing their stories, and all of the the like panels that I've ever spoken on for paranormal stuff when people ask if there's questions at the end, usually it's people just wanting to share their stories because it's like, oh, like here's this community of people that I can actually share this and not feel like I'm fucking insane.

SPEAKER_04 2:06

Well, I think that anyone that's in this community or people like us, it's easy to forget, right? That for your average person, it is not super simple to tell people about certain experiences because people uh put these this filter over it, either uh it's stupid or you're crazy, it's all in your head, or it's it's wildly evil and and and you know, you need help and all these things. So I think for a lot of people they like sharing their stories because it's a breath of fresh air to to have someone understand and listen and not judge.

SPEAKER_00 2:41

Yeah, to be believed. Yeah, I think it yeah, I mean it's huge and it's gotta be so validating too. And another thing to speak to this is we've been following the saga of my my TikTok post. It's a saga now of yes, of people dude. I just checked before we started this episode this morning, it was almost at 200,000 views. Okay.

SPEAKER_04 3:05

Oh, for sharing the stories.

SPEAKER_00 3:07

It's at 670 something thousand views right now and thousands of comments of people sharing their stories of like absolutely unhinged like paranormal things that have happened. Like not just like, oh, a light flickered or like the door, the cabinet door was open, like unhinged.

SPEAKER_04 3:28

Well, some of them need to come on and talk to us. Um, I think my favorite TikTok uh instances, actually, we've been banned from there twice.

SPEAKER_00 3:38

Yeah, well, I think maybe is it more than that? Yeah, we've been because we were trying to do lives and I don't know, who knows? Maybe we said a bad word. I don't know. TikTok, whatever. So um that's my favorite thing. We're too controversial. But anyway, so too hot for TikTok. So uh Bruh's gone wild. So we are gonna read a few listener stories because I have been getting them in. People will occasionally submit them through the RGO website. Okay. Which, if you're wondering how to submit them, go to the realghosov.com. Um, we have an entire like submit your story page. You can type it in there.

SPEAKER_02 4:16

Do that, we'll read it out for sure. Um, but before we start the stories, I I do believe we have some reviews to get to.

SPEAKER_04 4:23

We have some reviews, and we do have some shout-outs from some Patreon members actually, because we just literally seconds ago got done doing our Wine and Spirits uh live Patreon hangout, and we were investigating. Uh Kelly and Denise and Tina.

SPEAKER_00 4:42

Mm-hmm.

SPEAKER_04 4:42

Big shout-outs for getting involved.

SPEAKER_00 4:45

And of course, Eric and Wayne was there from freaking Japan.

SPEAKER_04 4:48

Yeah, yes, Wayne was there from Japan. Um so shout out to all of them. Eric, Wayne, all of you that showed up and participated. Uh, we love you.

SPEAKER_00 4:58

So yeah, that was it was awesome. So, okay, um, this review says longtime listener, first-time reviewer, I've been following the real ghost of since the beginning, and it's been incredible watching my friends adapt and evolve as hosts and paranormal investigators. Their passion, insight, and chemistry really helps them stand out. Every episode feels like I'm right there along with y'all. If you love gor ghost stories with heart and personality, this is the podcast for you.

SPEAKER_04 5:26

I love that. More of those reviews, please. From Review Limp, bless you.

SPEAKER_00 5:30

So then that's how Nicole sneezes. Yeah. Um, and that was from Marcella. Thank you so much, Marcella.

SPEAKER_04 5:35

Thank you so much, Marcella, and thank her again for also doing the radical fucking class on our Patreon for the herbalist stuff, man. Yeah, she wild.

SPEAKER_00 5:42

She is now a certified herbalist and she was so kind.

SPEAKER_04 5:45

She can poison you or me if I fucking piss you off.

SPEAKER_00 5:48

She what?

SPEAKER_04 5:49

She could poison me if I piss you off.

SPEAKER_00 5:51

Yeah, well, absolutely. I mean, I can just go to Sarasota and get any of the oleanders that are growing about and you know, put it in something I cooked you because you don't cook yourself.

SPEAKER_04 5:59

And I did that for a reason because we were talking about this the other day that through the history of both of our podcasts, there's so much evidence on file recorded of you threatening to kill me in peculiar ways that if it ever happens, we we we have the evidence we can we can certainly find you.

SPEAKER_00 6:14

So yeah, absolutely. So just know if if Damian ever does it, I did not do it. Otherwise, I would not have left this this much evidence. I'm not that dumb.

SPEAKER_04 6:23

Not that dumb. Now, wasn't there one more review?

SPEAKER_00 6:25

Um well there's a thing from the bunch of reviews, but I don't I'm like trying to remember which ones I've read and which ones I've not read. I know. I mean, do you want me to read a bad one?

SPEAKER_04 6:40

Of course. I love the bad ones.

SPEAKER_00 6:42

Um because I th I think the other ones I think I've read at this point. Um, this one says, why no recordings? So they'll hate this episode. You ready? I listened to the Night Owl and I heard about this podcast through them. I was exited.

SPEAKER_03 6:58

Exited?

SPEAKER_00 6:59

It's supposed to say excited, I assume, but they wrote exited. Well it does sound like he was exited in the exited his way out. To learn, to learn there was another podcast that was supposedly similar. I'm really not trusting to be mean, but I'm super disappointed. Do you mean trying to be mean? Um, but I'm super disappointed. Why so much discussion? I mean the juicy stuff is hearing what y'all are talking about live when you're going through the haunted places. It's like we're just hearing all this random talk. I really would love to hear the walks as you're doing without so much extra talk. To be honest, I'm bored. B-O-A-R-D. Um B-O-A-R-D? Bored. I'm bored. You're the boy You're our board? Our board of directors. This is from an employee of Home Depot. I've been waiting to hear the things y'all are talking about, and it's just not happening. Sorry, I am not a fan. So definitely don't listen to this episode. If for some reason you're still here, because this is in fact gonna be um just us talking.

SPEAKER_04 7:55

Well, if you are a glutton for punishment, you like to do that to yourself, then listen to it. But here's the thing we do have what you're looking for. We have those episodes. Um we also just like to have other episodes where we talk about shit. Some people like them, some people don't. That's why we give you what you want. You want investigation episodes, you got them. You want talking episodes, you got them. So we appreciate you reaching out, and I hope you continue listening. I hope you continue to listen to the investigation episodes of.

SPEAKER_00 8:21

And I hope you keep it weird. You're supposed to say weird with me, but not so weird. That's a shout out to Morbid. I love Morbid so much, and that's how they end all of their episodes.

SPEAKER_04 8:32

It felt very Nickelodeon to me. Like the show doubled there. I'm like, okay, yeah.

SPEAKER_00 8:36

That's how they end all of their episodes. So sorry, that was just I had to throw that in there. Um anyway.

SPEAKER_02 8:42

And thanks for sending the review for sure. We're gonna be able to do that.

SPEAKER_00 8:44

Thank you for your review. Um, you get an F for effort.

SPEAKER_04 8:49

Didn't we get one about me saying something about Tennessee?

SPEAKER_00 8:52

I don't think so.

SPEAKER_04 8:53

Then making fun of Tennessee, which I wasn't making fun of Tennessee and Oh, that was on a it was one of the Spotify comments.

SPEAKER_00 8:58

I don't know if you check Spotify. But I also don't think Spotify comments like help us at all.

SPEAKER_04 9:03

No, but I do want to give people I'd like to give people a voice. So that being said, before we jump in, you can leave a comment wherever you want. Negative or positive, you can leave comments on Spotify. Please leave us a review on Apple Podcasts, whether you like us or don't. If you like us, it's better if you leave us a review. It makes me feel really good.

SPEAKER_00 9:18

Apple Podcasts, please, because it actually it really does help us a lot. Um, and especially now that we're like, yo, I'm sorry, but these ghosts in this museum ain't paying the bills. Uh yeah, so they're we need we need means of support, and having reviews does actually help that a lot. Um, preferably if they're good.

SPEAKER_02 9:38

Yeah, we like good reviews. They make us feel feel really good.

SPEAKER_00 9:41

Apple Podcasts, leave us a review, and also some shout-outs because we've never done this, but I guess like um people who are like professional, professional at doing this, they do this, and they shout out their Patreon people. And we want to shout out our Patreon people because guess what? They're the fucking rattest people out there. And we are the most professional people out there, so we're gonna do professional things, like professionally call out our Patreon people calling out Marcella and Rachel, my wives.

SPEAKER_02 10:06

Yeah, they've been there since the beginning. Are we calling out new ones or everybody?

SPEAKER_00 10:09

Uh, this is new since the beginning of the year. Um, they go they come in, they come in. We have we have Chelsea. Thank you, Chelsea. You guys have heard her. You've heard her previously. Um, she did the history for us for Waverly, and spoiler alert.

SPEAKER_02 10:23

Whoa, we're seeing her this weekend.

SPEAKER_00 10:25

Yeah, she's doing some more history. Also, if you're a fan of saddle.

SPEAKER_02 10:29

Wear hat fashion.

SPEAKER_00 10:30

Yeah, you can't every time. Red Chelsea with a good hat. Bring your red hat. We have Nacho Mama Fried Chicken.

SPEAKER_04 10:39

That's one of the greatest names ever.

SPEAKER_00 10:40

That's the greatest Patreon name I've ever seen. We have Raimi Pratt. We have Denise Gurky. Denise, I'm so sorry. I feel like we say that every time. I'm like, did we say that right?

SPEAKER_04 10:52

Who was wildly participating tonight on the live and stuff like that?

SPEAKER_00 10:55

Yeah, she was there on the live and was helping us out. And she also sent us those freaking incredibler, incredibler, incredibler, incredible tumblers, handmade tumblers, um, which are amazing and beautiful.

SPEAKER_04 11:07

So Incredibler Lake in Buttersquatch Falls. That's where we're in Buttersquatch Falls, yes.

SPEAKER_00 11:11

We have Megan Garcia.

SPEAKER_04 11:13

Megan.

SPEAKER_00 11:14

Tina Miss Livitz. Miss Livits.

SPEAKER_02 11:17

You love the Miss Livets part. My favorite. I believe Tina was with us. Yeah, and I'm looking at the couple of things.

SPEAKER_00 11:21

She was there tonight too participating. Thank you. Melinda Lucco Luko.

SPEAKER_04 11:26

Hello, Melinda Lucko Luco.

SPEAKER_00 11:28

The Hogan.

SPEAKER_04 11:29

We do love the Hogan's Hogan. And I am so sorry. I know this is so cliche, and they probably get this all the time. But yes, in my mind, I just imagined that they showed up and they ripped their shirts off for family pictures and they're like, brother this and brother that.

SPEAKER_00 11:43

Like I just We got the Hogan's in here, brother.

SPEAKER_04 11:45

I told my mom that Hulk Hogan's a Patreon member.

unknown 11:48

Oh God.

SPEAKER_00 11:50

Uh moving right along. We have Monica Aguilar from uh C D P S. I'm not sure what that stands for, but it sounds like you're very important, and I'm very honored that you're here and listening to our bullshit. How do we get titles? Um letters in front of our name. I have I have two letters. I am technically an Ocult Ricardo MM.

SPEAKER_04 12:11

MM?

SPEAKER_00 12:11

Yep.

SPEAKER_04 12:12

Can I be the and?

SPEAKER_00 12:13

Master of music.

SPEAKER_04 12:14

So you're MM. We can just you know MM, I'll be the and master and music. Master and music?

SPEAKER_00 12:20

That's what the MM stands for, master of music.

SPEAKER_04 12:24

You have a title. What what I don't have one?

SPEAKER_00 12:26

No, you don't.

unknown 12:27

Fuck.

SPEAKER_00 12:27

Well, guess what? That's what happens when you don't.

SPEAKER_04 12:30

Damien D. Dropout.

SPEAKER_00 12:32

Dropout. Damien Dropout.

SPEAKER_04 12:34

That was actually my stage name when I was a young whippersnapper in a punk rock band, Damien Dropout.

SPEAKER_00 12:38

Damien Dropout. That sounds very punk rock. Yeah, that sounds like a fucking punk band, yeah.

SPEAKER_04 12:43

Oh yeah.

SPEAKER_00 12:43

Yeah. God damn it. Um Megan Sonyer Danley. Fuck, that's a nice last name. It's real nice. We have Rev Flint Fancy.

SPEAKER_02 12:53

Gotta give another shout out to Rev.

SPEAKER_04 12:54

He has participated and uh commented and let us know his thoughts. And um shout out Rev. It's really good.

SPEAKER_00 13:01

Yeah, Jack Hudson.

SPEAKER_04 13:04

Jack Hudson, I which I have said sounds like a great like name for an author.

SPEAKER_00 13:09

I hope he is an author. It does. It does.

SPEAKER_04 13:12

And he writes like Western fiction.

SPEAKER_00 13:16

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

SPEAKER_04 13:17

Yeah. And we have Space Western fiction.

SPEAKER_00 13:22

Okay.

SPEAKER_04 13:23

UFOs and comments.

SPEAKER_00 13:24

We have Roramir. Ro Ramir. Rora Ramir. Which we did, we did this on parapecliar. We were like, I don't know how you say that. We don't know what's going on. It is she's the one that has been commenting in the Facebook group that's using SPI that was literally found a fucking person.

SPEAKER_02 13:39

Oh, fucking goddamn. That's correct. Yes. Yes. And I gotta give a shout out to that. So to Ro Ramir, I don't know if I'm saying that right, but rub rah rah, I don't know.

SPEAKER_04 13:47

But remember Well, that's not her actual name of the show. When that happened, I fucking my eyes get big, they get wide, and I'm like, Nicole.

SPEAKER_00 13:56

You were like an excited dog and you peed yourself a little bit.

SPEAKER_04 13:58

I you just outed me on the podcast. And we're not gonna edit that out. Fuck. Yes, all right. I peed it. No, I did. I peed myself.

SPEAKER_00 14:04

Um just like hurricane, you got a little too excited and had a little accident.

SPEAKER_04 14:08

I did, and then you gave me a snack and it was all good. But no, that that was a wild thing because we've had, and I certainly hope that her and Wayne link up.

SPEAKER_00 14:16

Yeah.

SPEAKER_04 14:16

Because they've now had similar experiences. And my suggestion is that they go with those things. Yeah.

SPEAKER_00 14:21

Absolutely. So we have so we moral of this story, we have people solving crimes and having spirit communication sessions and finding the people.

SPEAKER_02 14:30

When they're posting about in our little community, the paraparlor Facebook.

SPEAKER_00 14:33

So come join. If you want to do weird shit like that, come hang out with us.

SPEAKER_04 14:37

Because that is like the first bit of Kool-Aid. Then if you really want to drink the Kool-Aid, come join the Patreon, hang out with us.

SPEAKER_00 14:42

Yes. And then we have Gwen Bai. Thank you so much.

SPEAKER_04 14:47

Gwen Bai.

SPEAKER_00 14:48

Gwen Bai.

SPEAKER_04 14:50

Oh, I see.

SPEAKER_00 14:50

Gwen Bai.

SPEAKER_04 14:51

Sounds like Gwen is an art project. Like Gwen, bye. Somebody. Gotcha.

SPEAKER_00 14:55

Yes. Um. And we have Bailey Bradley, who I've been chatting with on Instagram, which has been so fun. So hey Bailey.

SPEAKER_04 15:08

Why has Bailey not sent me a message? I guess I understand. Bailey, hello. Because everybody likes me more, Damien. Well, we need to actually take Team Nicole. If you're Team Damien, leave a negative review. If you're Team Nicole, we'll ask you.

SPEAKER_00 15:18

Yeah, notice everybody, all the reviews are Damien needs to stop interrupting Nicole.

SPEAKER_04 15:23

Well, those people can go listen to pair page.

SPEAKER_00 15:25

That can be the new thing. It's just everybody leave your reviews and literally just do hashtag Team Nicole.

SPEAKER_04 15:30

Well, if you want to join the Patreon, you can actually, this actually helps with that whole thing. You can pay a dollar, you can be on a different tier, or you can send us a roll of duct tape, and then that goes to good use.

SPEAKER_00 15:39

Yes. Yeah. By me. Um, duct taping Damien's mouth shut.

SPEAKER_04 15:43

Yep.

SPEAKER_00 15:44

So anyway, thank you all so much. And we're so excited you're here.

SPEAKER_04 15:49

And we appreciate it more than we can even say on this podcast.

SPEAKER_00 15:52

Well, honestly, it's always such a I I have to say, it's still such a weird moment for me when people like send me a message on Instagram and they're like, oh, I just listened to an episode, blah, blah, blah. Or like, oh my God, I just like found your page. I was just listening to your podcast. And I'm like, uh me?

SPEAKER_04 16:09

Well, and you and I agree.

SPEAKER_00 16:11

What?

SPEAKER_04 16:12

We maybe don't sound like it on these on these episodes because we are, you know, very much ourselves, but we are sort certainly a radio version of it, right? But we get emotional about these. So like every time you guys send us messages, every time you leave us comments, every time you send us reviews, even negative ones, I cry about it. I'm like, oh I love it. It's so great. Uh we also have a P.O. box. So if you have anything you want to send us.

SPEAKER_00 16:31

Oh, yeah, we do have the P.O. box that is listed in the show notes now. Um, it's down there. So if you want to send us some snail mail, if you want to send the parap some some treats because he's such a good boy.

SPEAKER_04 16:42

Or if you have an item that is bothering at you.

SPEAKER_00 16:50

We'll investigate it. We will investigate it. Yeah, so anything, uh, send it on over to our PO box. We like snail mail.

SPEAKER_03 16:56

Don't Ted Kaczynski us, please.

SPEAKER_00 16:58

I don't know what that means. Oh my god. Is that did he send a bomb or something like that?

SPEAKER_04 17:02

It's a fucking unibomber.

SPEAKER_00 17:03

Oh, okay, yeah.

SPEAKER_04 17:04

Literally, the guy was so smart that he's sending bombs. Like went into Harvard at age like 17, and then the CIA got him for MK Ultra, fed him a bunch of LSD and experiments, fucking made him weird. The guy was a math like mathematical genius. Alright, and then he went on to write this book that Oh yeah, his manifesto or whatever.

SPEAKER_02 17:23

Which I highly suggest everyone reads. But anyways.

SPEAKER_00 17:25

Well, he predicted a lot of shit in there, didn't he?

SPEAKER_02 17:27

Yes, because of the problems with technology, absolutely. Yeah, go read that book.

SPEAKER_00 17:30

Um so anyway. Uncle Ted. Um don't send us bombs to the P.O. box, please. Please. But I would I mean it'd be fun to have like mail other than Bills, you know what I'm saying?

SPEAKER_02 17:41

Yes. So if your name is Bill, you can still send us shit, but you know, don't charge us anything.

SPEAKER_00 17:46

Yeah, don't send an invoice though, please. Yeah. Um we don't want to give you money.

SPEAKER_02 17:50

I love that we just do this.

SPEAKER_00 17:52

I'm yeah, new, yeah.

SPEAKER_02 17:54

We do, we got some long stories.

SPEAKER_00 17:55

I mean, I gave you the long one. No, so I literally printed both of these out today. Um, I kind of dug through the archives and found some that are uh look like they're, you know, good stories. Um the one that you got, dude. This guy wrote, he literally wrote a fucking story. Like it's a mini book here.

SPEAKER_04 18:15

It's got a title. So just fair warning, yes, I'm holding uh several pages, a manuscript that I'm not only have I not read it, but I'm going to be reading it on this episode in its entirety live. Yeah. So um I gave it to you because you got that good podcast voice. Well, that'll be good. Um, maybe leave a good review. Say something nice about my fucking voice on the reviews. How about that?

SPEAKER_00 18:34

You do have a good podcast voice, bruv. That's why I gave you the long one. Alrighty. Okay, so we're gonna let's start with the short one first, though. Let's do a little warm-up. Let's do a little appetizer. Appetizer, a little app. And everybody grab your wine because this is wine and spirit. So here we go. We're gonna clink. That sounded like a bad clink because you have a wine glass.

SPEAKER_02 18:53

Very expensive Redel wine glasses Pinot Noir with Noir specific, and you've got the well, it's a sippy cup.

SPEAKER_00 18:59

I have a sippy cup. I have a wine, a pink, sparkly wine sippy cup, yeah, because I spill things. Um, I cannot be trusted. So Jesus Christ. Uh that was our clink, but wine and spirits. We are drinking. Would you like to say what we're drinking today? Somalier. Uh we're just drinking a pinot no praetel.

SPEAKER_04 19:17

Uh quite literally grape juice. It's just a Monterey County Pinot Noir. You know, we should do an entire episode.

SPEAKER_00 19:22

From 2022.

SPEAKER_04 19:23

Where I break down and give people the real deets.

SPEAKER_00 19:25

From the bottom shelf at H E B, because I was the one that picked it out.

SPEAKER_04 19:28

No, I mean, I've been into wine so long that I'm you know, I actually have certificates in it.

SPEAKER_00 19:32

Yeah, it is a little little known Damien fact. You are know some fucking things about wine. You used to work in like wine.

SPEAKER_04 19:41

Selling it, yeah. Um, and only boutique kind of weird uh nerdy wines. Fancy wine. Well, I am the master of finding the the the bottle of wine that is the like nightly dinner price, the $9 bottle of wine that drinks like a $20 bottle.

SPEAKER_00 19:57

Like the Costco.

SPEAKER_04 19:59

Oh, Kirkland's has got a lot of things.

SPEAKER_00 20:01

The Kirkland Pinot Noir.

SPEAKER_04 20:02

Don't get me started on that. We'll do an entire episode of Kirkland's. As a matter of fact, if Costco, if any Costco location in this X, I know they're fucking haunted. I know they're fucking haunted, I know they're fucking haunted, because ghosts like deals too. So here's the deal.

SPEAKER_00 20:12

Got ghost love a deal. If you will let I swear to God, I just saw a fucking like orb float up right here. I swear to God.

SPEAKER_04 20:18

If you will let I want to invest after fucking hours because I want to pick up on the energy of the madness that is Costco.

SPEAKER_00 20:25

We're a Costco podcast now.

SPEAKER_04 20:26

Savings, right? Like I want to walk out of an investigation literally out of my mind, like so much.

SPEAKER_00 20:33

Like, honestly, I'm going to Costco on Friday, so if anybody like if you go follow my personal Instagram, I might just do a Costco haul. Just hit me Instagram.

SPEAKER_04 20:42

And the investigation technique that we use specifically for that is you blindfolded like Estes method, blindly clipping coupons and throwing them down, and we make sense out of the words that you throw in the ground.

SPEAKER_00 20:56

Oh, I don't think so. Out of coupons.

SPEAKER_04 20:57

I don't think they're not going to see them anymore. What?

SPEAKER_00 21:00

Um anyway, I also just have to say before we read our thing, I'm sorry everyone, that I sound like shit. I'm still dying from allergies. And that's why I'm that's why I'm hacking, and I feel I feel a sneeze coming on. You feel it coming? I feel it. Hopefully it goes away. Um okay. I had to wear your sneezes.

SPEAKER_04 21:18

Go ahead.

SPEAKER_00 21:19

Get one more good cough out.

SPEAKER_04 21:21

You sound like Doc Holiday.

SPEAKER_00 21:22

All right. All right. Well, here we go. We're gonna get on into it. We have our first tale.

SPEAKER_02 21:29

The southern accent is not part of her being sick, it's just part of her being goofy.

SPEAKER_00 21:32

Our first tale. Um, although apparently, when I've had one too many glasses of wine and spirits, it comes out. Yeah, my southern. It comes out. My southern is showing. And it's Florida as shit. Um, well, I don't know that you can even count like Florida as having a dedicated southern accent. Because you experienced this when we went there. The more north you are in Florida, the more southern it is.

SPEAKER_04 21:54

All I know is the guy that does not want us to talk is having a bad time right now. So let's uh read these stories. Guess what?

SPEAKER_00 22:02

We're not we are not we're not podcasting for that bruv, okay? We're podcasting for the bruvs that were hanging out with us on our fucking live stream earlier that are also ADDAF and understand how our fucking brains work. That's the bruvs that we're podcasting for.

SPEAKER_04 22:19

Yeah, yeah, yeah. So that you're you're absolutely right. Uh Jesus, I can't even follow that energy.

SPEAKER_00 22:24

Are people with neurospicy brains?

SPEAKER_04 22:27

Neurospicy brains.

SPEAKER_00 22:28

And and allies.

SPEAKER_04 22:30

If you had a taco shop, would you just call like neurospicy?

SPEAKER_00 22:33

Oh, yeah, that'd be good. That'd be real good.

SPEAKER_04 22:36

Taggins like eat your brain, bitch. I don't know.

SPEAKER_00 22:38

So all of the ADD with guac.

SPEAKER_04 22:43

There's like a lot of just random ingredients on that taco. Yeah.

SPEAKER_00 22:47

It's just gonna be like you go into the fridge and just grab shit, and half of the ingredients you forgot they're still on the table, and then it's brought out to you five minutes later.

SPEAKER_04 22:57

Yeah, and and it's worth noting for the reviewers that don't like when we talk, when I interrupt, you know what? It's it's considered a mental illness, actually. So show some goddamn sympathy.

SPEAKER_00 23:04

It's discrimination.

SPEAKER_04 23:05

It's empathy for people like me that, you know, unknown.

SPEAKER_00 23:08

For our stupid brains that don't work as well as yours.

SPEAKER_04 23:11

Stupid brains for some stupid groups.

SPEAKER_00 23:12

Yeah, no, your brain so well do you feel bad about yourself now because you should.

SPEAKER_04 23:16

Straight A's. Well, you got straight A's, didn't you?

SPEAKER_00 23:18

I did.

SPEAKER_04 23:19

I'm gonna say this on the podcast since fourth grade on D's and F's for me. Except history. I don't I'm cruising with a B minus on history.

SPEAKER_00 23:29

I honestly like I would have to try to think of a class that I did not get an A in.

SPEAKER_04 23:33

I was bad.

SPEAKER_00 23:34

Like, I think I would have had to try to like not get an A.

SPEAKER_04 23:37

I would have latched on to you so hard. I would have cheated on every test.

SPEAKER_00 23:40

I will, I will sh, I will have to make sure that I'm not sounding like an ass here. I did, in fact, cheat in one class though, Algebra 2. The only reason I passed it is because the girl next to me let me copy off of her. I tried copying Casey Walsh.

SPEAKER_04 23:55

I tried to copy a girl's test uh this must have been fifth or six. I tried copying a girl's test and she must have caught it because I got every question wrong. And then I went to her and she got like a hundred or like what the fuck was that?

SPEAKER_00 24:07

That's horrible. I think it's curious. That shit I would have done for sure. Yeah.

SPEAKER_04 24:11

I think that um for sure. Yeah. I think she committed suicide or something a few years back because you know things weren't working out for her. So no, I'm just kidding. Um that's just what I think in my head, you know. Um That's an awful joke. It's awful. It is really awful. Uh, but so is not letting me cheat on your test.

SPEAKER_00 24:25

No, I would have done the same thing. I know you would have. And I would have written fuck you at the bottom.

SPEAKER_04 24:29

I would have used my podcast voice to convince you, right? To just do my homework for me.

SPEAKER_00 24:35

No.

unknown 24:36

Yeah.

SPEAKER_04 24:36

I would have had that cool leather jacket.

SPEAKER_00 24:37

No amount of smooth voice is gonna convince me to do that. I would have had a lot more hair back then, would have slicked it back, would have put the You would have had to have a big fat wad of cash with that, too. Cuffed up my Levi, my Levi jeans. You've seen Grease.

SPEAKER_04 24:49

You've seen Grease.

SPEAKER_00 24:50

Yeah, so you can then you can then go ahead and double that wad of cash. No.

SPEAKER_04 24:54

Would you do his homework? No. Really? No. He's a fucking dreamboat. I would have done his homework.

SPEAKER_00 25:00

No. No. I barely even want to do my own homework.

SPEAKER_04 25:05

I just get agitated when you watch Grease because every time I know when you're getting to the end because you send me the song. This is not a haunted hush puppies episode.

SPEAKER_00 25:12

So stop shut up, Damien. Don't make me get the ghosts in here to tell you to shut up. Good. Good. Go. Okay. Our first story is from Melissa Allen. Thank you so much, Melissa, for submitting your story. So she says, When I was about 13 years old, my friend started playing with a Ouija board at a sleepover that she quote found in her basement I was at. That feeling when the planchette moved over the board was so creepy but also exhilarating. We played with it all night, asking the usual 13-year-old girl questions. We had no idea what we were doing, just some basic rules. Play together, say goodbye. We followed these rules and asked questions about our future. That night we went to sleep and carelessly placed the board on the side of the bed. I woke up in the middle of the night to what I thought was my friend snoring. That would have been me. I'd be the friend snoring. But I was really, it was really weird because Gets Who takes breaths that are so long. What? It was really weird because I I don't know, it takes breaths that are so long. Then I looked at her and was like, wait, that's not her. That is the sound of the planchette as it moves across the board. Okay, I wasn't expecting that one. I never looked at the board and convinced myself it was my friend breathing and went back to sleep. But I was awake all night listening to the board. I told my friend the next morning, and she was extremely skeptical. She likes how the board looked and would leave it out in her room. She didn't believe in it at all. I was terrified and left quickly the next morning. Despite my terror, I convinced my mom to buy me a board. She did, and I used it on my own. Yes, I had no idea. My mom didn't think it worked at all and joked that if it worked, people would just ask the lotto numbers to prove her wrong. Hey, that's a good, that's a good point.

SPEAKER_03 27:18

To prove it's not, and I can tell why, but wait, yeah.

SPEAKER_00 27:22

Hold on, wait for the next sentence. She says to prove her wrong, I asked for the lotto numbers, and guess what? The numbers came up that night. No. Bruv. She was very mad she didn't buy a ticket. Dude, I fucking bet. So okay, ask for the lotto numbers and send them to us, please.

SPEAKER_04 27:37

New uh adventure. Kidnap this person, keep them in our home, and make them give us the lotto numbers.

SPEAKER_00 27:42

The lotto numbers.

SPEAKER_04 27:42

Yeah, like a sweatshop or you're just using a Ouija board on the table.

SPEAKER_00 27:44

Wait, we have enough Ouija boards here. We'll just ask.

SPEAKER_04 27:46

Yeah.

SPEAKER_00 27:47

Dude, how funny would that be if we fucking go to HEB, take a Ouija board, and we're like, I need to buy a lotto ticket. Okay, what numbers would you like? And you pull out a fucking Ouija board, you're like, hold on.

SPEAKER_04 27:59

Well, if you can actually imagine walking through a grocery store, which is what HEB is with a Ouija board. And people are looking at you, and you're literally like looking around through the aisles, this and that, and you're like, I'm sorry, I'm asking where fucking flower is. You know what I mean?

SPEAKER_00 28:13

That's absolutely shit we would do. But anyway. Um, when I went to bed, I put the board away in my room on a shelf and went to sleep. Not too long after I walked this person slept with the board after this already happened? Yes. Okay. Um, I heard the noise again. The sound of the felt feet moving across the board. Completely terrified, I packed up the board in its box, went back to sleep. Again, that noise. I woke up, shoved that board into my flannel pillow case, and shoved it into the top shelf of a closet in the guest room and went back to bed. Thankfully, it stopped. I never touched that thing again. My friend also called me and told me a couple of days later that she started hearing the board as well, and she had gotten rid of her board as well. Flash forward to college and my dorm friends.

SPEAKER_02 29:03

Flash forward?

SPEAKER_00 29:04

Uh yeah, like like a fast forward. Okay, but flash forward to college, and my dorm friends brought out a Ouija board. I was like, nope, get that Saints tool away from me.

SPEAKER_04 29:16

Tell me those are the exact words you said to your poor new roommates who uh promptly afterwards were like, oh my god.

SPEAKER_00 29:24

So they started playing, and the board asked for me. I was like, nope. She's her talking haired and noped right on out of there. She did, she nope I'm not. But the board would not let it go and started spelling out things about me that nobody in that room would ever know about me. We had just met, really. So how would they know about where I lived in sixth grade?

SPEAKER_03 29:53

Pro tip. You were projecting that psychically and they were picking up on it. You're the ghost. Or it was a demon. Probably a demon.

SPEAKER_00 30:01

Terrified? What is Hurricane scratching around about?

SPEAKER_03 30:06

You're yelling.

SPEAKER_00 30:08

Lay down, pear pup, we're recording.

SPEAKER_03 30:11

Oh yeah, you've had some whiny accents out.

SPEAKER_00 30:15

Uh, okay, so she said, terrified, I left the room and refused to go back and told them to get rid of that thing. They didn't, and guess what? That night they heard the board, they got terrified and threw it away. Thankfully, that suckers. Thankfully, that was enough and it stopped. Even now, sometimes I'm like, humming. That sounds fun again, but never again. Love your pod. So glad I found it. Can't wait to listen to all the episodes. Also, I just listened to the episode where you talk about how you smell your grandmother and it smells like a gas stove. I've never met someone else who smells this. We don't have a gas stove, and sometimes I just walk into the kitchen and wham, there's the gas smell. Keep up the great pod.

SPEAKER_04 30:59

So I'm gonna first off, thank you. Who is this again? The name?

SPEAKER_00 31:02

Melissa Allen.

SPEAKER_04 31:03

Melissa Allen. So first off, thank you for sending that story.

SPEAKER_00 31:06

Shout out to Melissa.

SPEAKER_04 31:07

Shout out to Melissa and Scoopy as fuck. You, little chickadee, you got abilities. Okay. You need to talk to Nicole immediately. And you need to get the better job. Where she's like hearing the humming, like that sounds fun again. I'm like, yes, that's great. I love that, right? Um, but the those things happening, that's why so first off, thank you for sharing that that story. Um, it's to us not uh weird, right? It to us, it's like, oh yeah, we hear this, and these are interesting stories that the experiences that people have. And I tried to do it on that, but I'm trying to envision my head the way it sounded. Shh, shh.

SPEAKER_00 31:40

Yeah, well, you I mean, you hear it, you know. We've done enough seances at this point, like you know what that sound is the plantette moving across the board.

SPEAKER_04 31:48

I've almost forgotten it because we use every time we do our seances, we'll use one of our old boards that have the wooden legs, like peg legs. Yeah. So it's that that noise. Shh.

SPEAKER_00 31:57

Yeah, shh, yeah.

unknown 31:58

Shh.

SPEAKER_00 31:58

Yeah. That's it. I'm like, should we go get one and do a little ASMR?

SPEAKER_04 32:02

Why not?

SPEAKER_00 32:03

To have it on here.

SPEAKER_04 32:04

I mean, why not? Uh yeah. Um, great story. I appreciate that. Uh, what are your your I mean I gotta give her credit? Who does that? Who goes into a dorm room like I just showed up to college? Well, I'm gonna get my learn on. I showed up to college, mom and dad are real proud of me. And the first thing I want to fucking do is pull out a Ouija board.

SPEAKER_00 32:21

Pull out a Ouija board. Well, it sounds like it was her, like the door people the other people in the door. They brought it out. Because she noped. She noped. That's something the board was asking for her.

SPEAKER_04 32:30

Yeah. And that is interesting. And it's funny, I did a uh conversation with a skeptic uh called Brad Henderson on the Parapeculiar podcast, and he was talking about a time he was leading a camp of kids. He did he does a magic camp. He's actually a a pretty world-renowned magician, and um was teaching these kids. Yes, yeah.

SPEAKER_00 32:50

I think that's the nerdiest thing I've ever heard. That's worse than band camp.

SPEAKER_04 32:53

We are gonna get into a goddamn argument. It's worse than band camp. You know that every time I do a trick for you, you do that bullshit thing because there's a half half of you is that motherfucker. How do you do it? Well, yes, the other half is this. He is so magical and amazing and beautiful. I know you think they want to do magic. I know it. When I make a coin disappear, all I'm doing is how are you doing that?

SPEAKER_00 33:13

Well, I know how you make the coin disappear.

unknown 33:14

Don't tell anybody.

SPEAKER_00 33:15

It's your little slight hand.

SPEAKER_04 33:17

You said it on the podcast that's your little magician hands. Yeah, my card just got revoked. Um anyways, what the fuck was I saying?

SPEAKER_00 33:24

I don't know. Who fucking knows?

SPEAKER_04 33:25

Who fucking knows? Uh no, so thank you for sending your story. We appreciate it. Um, I think that you probably had more to do with that um than you might think. So keep experimenting and keep sending us stories. We appreciate it.

SPEAKER_00 33:40

We love your weird shit.

SPEAKER_04 33:41

We do. All right. So I am holding a manuscript here. You are. And I've not read this yet, so I'm just gonna read it. Uh so if I mess up anything, it's because I am literally reading this for the first time. First time. But there's a title.

SPEAKER_00 33:55

So And who is this from?

SPEAKER_04 33:58

So I will read it. It's in the title here. So The Haunting on Gordon Street, inspired by true events, written by Charles Wallace, based on real events experienced by my family.

SPEAKER_00 34:11

I'm so excited.

SPEAKER_04 34:12

Part one The Beginning. I never thought I'd write this story, but even now, years later, shaping these memories into words feels wrong. Like I'm stirring something that should have been left alone.

SPEAKER_00 34:26

Oh my god, it's such a good beginning.

SPEAKER_04 34:29

Some things fade with time. This didn't. Some places never let go.

unknown 34:36

God damn it.

SPEAKER_04 34:37

When I first brought it up to my family, I expected it to be like telling an old ghost story, something we had survived, something in the past, but the memories weren't distant. They were close. The laughter, the nervous smiles, the remember when moments, they were all real. But underneath them, something heavier lurked, a weight in the room, an unnerving silence. A feeling that even now, none of us really want to acknowledge, the house on Gordon Street never left us. I've got a paraboner right now. I really do.

SPEAKER_00 35:12

So it's so good.

SPEAKER_04 35:14

And after writing this, I'm not sure it ever will. The houses on Gordon Street stood close together, red bricked and worn by time. You could hear the neighbors through the thin walls, coughing, arguing, watching TV too loud, a reminder of how little space there was between us all. We lived right next door to an elderly woman named Virginia. Our house was small, packed with five kids, always loud, but it was home. Then Virginia died. She had lived alone in the three-story house for as long as I could remember. We didn't know much about her, but we helped. My parents checked in on her, my dad fixed things around the house, my brothers and I ran errands. She never asked for much until the day my parents found her. She had been lying on the stairs for two days, between the second and third floors, too weak to pull herself up, too weak to crawl back down, just waiting.

SPEAKER_00 36:19

That's so sad.

SPEAKER_04 36:20

She was still alive when they found her, barely. She didn't last long after that. A week, maybe two. Then Virginia was gone. And her house, the one that always felt off, became ours. Her family offered it to my parents. Thank you, they said, for the check-ins, the small repairs, the grocery runs, for being there for Virginia when they couldn't. It was bigger than our house, more space, an extra floor with five kids, it made sense. So we moved in. I don't remember feeling scared that first day. It wasn't like the movies, no chills, no flickering lights, no voices in the dark. It was just a house. But even then it felt different. It was like the house had been waiting too long for someone to return. It had been empty for months. But it didn't feel empty. It felt like something was there, and maybe it was. Growing up, I can't explain it, but Virginia made me feel uneasy. She always sat in her worn armchair, the dim yellow lamp casting long shadows that stretched across the walls, and it looked like she was always talking, not muttering, not mumbling, talking. Pausing, listening, nodding, like she was answering someone, but no one was ever there.

unknown 37:42

Weird.

SPEAKER_04 37:43

Even in the daylight, her house felt wrong. But at night, I walked faster past it, my pulse hammering, afraid to look at the windows, afraid that something, someone might be looking back. Sometimes if you caught her at the right moment, she would stop mid-sentence and she would turn. Not slow, not the stiff, careful movement of an old lady. It was sharp and sudden. Almost too fast, her head snapping toward you, like she'd been waiting, like she'd been expecting you. And that's when I ran. Not a quick step, not a nervous glance over my shoulder. I ran. Because for the first time in my life, I felt like something was chasing me. After we moved in, it wasn't immediate, but eventually little things began to happen. Things you could ignore, or at least convince yourself it was nothing. The way the floor creaked when no one was standing, the way the air felt colder in some rooms, the way the noise of five kids carrying on, a TV always on, and the everyday life of a large family never seemed to fill the house. In our old house, every sound carried. Here, the silence swallowed it. Then one night, my brother Jeff was walking upstairs when he felt it. Halfway up the stairs, he stopped. Something brushed past him. Soft and fleeting, just enough to make him pause, like someone had walked by or maybe through him. He turned. The staircase was empty. The old house breathed around him, the wood shifting, settling. That's all it was. It had to be. But he didn't walk the rest of the way. He ran. Not because he wanted to, because something in that empty stairwell told him that he should. That was the first time he felt it, and it wouldn't be the last.

SPEAKER_00 39:34

Honestly, that's so relatable. I feel like we've all had those moments, especially like on a staircase, right? And you're like, oh shit, I gotta go.

SPEAKER_04 39:43

That is the end of part one. Oh, okay. So I want to just say that um, you know, look, I I I you and I are both voracious readers.

SPEAKER_00 39:53

This is so good.

SPEAKER_04 39:54

Yeah, we read all the time. And you know, when I'm not reading books about the paranormal or UFOs or these sort of ancient civilizations, I like fiction. I like scary fiction.

SPEAKER_00 40:05

About the paranormal and UFOs and witches.

SPEAKER_04 40:08

Yeah, yeah.

SPEAKER_00 40:09

Yes.

SPEAKER_04 40:10

Um, this is really good. So I already appreciate it.

SPEAKER_00 40:14

I'm at the freaking edge of my seat. Keep going.

SPEAKER_04 40:16

Yep. So let's get on to part two. Move these papers here.

SPEAKER_00 40:21

I did, I did print it out because we are uh we're old people and we prefer analog girlish written copies of things.

SPEAKER_04 40:28

Um part two, the changes. The house didn't feel wrong all at once. It wasn't like the movies. Wait. No flickering lights, no whispers traveling through the vents, and no doors slowly creaking open on their own. I feel like I read that. No, I guess not. At first it was just an absence of something. Something we hadn't even realized we relied on our whole lives. It was the sound. There was always noise. It was loud, and I'm sure sometimes even annoying, especially for our mom and dad, but it was life. It was our noise. But here, sound felt different. The house absorbed it. At first I thought it was just the way old houses settle, the way wood shifts. But the longer we lived there, the more I realized our voices didn't carry. The laughter seemed to fade before it could fill the room. Even when all of us were talking, moving, alive in the space, something in the house swallowed the noise before it reached the walls. It was an uneasy silence, the kind that filled you with anxiety, like walking into an empty room, but knowing something is watching, knowing you're not alone. But here, inside these walls, that feeling never left. And little by little, excuse me, the house let us know we weren't alone. That bathroom always gave me the creeps, the claw foot tub, no shower, and that damn frosted glass on the door. Damn that frosted glass.

SPEAKER_00 41:58

God damn frosted glass.

SPEAKER_04 42:04

One time I remember this vividly, the water was warm, maybe a little too warm, but I didn't care. I leaned back, the old porcelain tub cooled against my shoulders as I slid down and closed my eyes. Something was off. The warm water wasn't comforting anymore. It felt thicker, like I was stuck. I swore I wasn't alone in this room anymore. With something else here with me. I tried to steady my breathing. It's nothing. Just my imagination. Just me freaking myself out. I kept my eyes shut. That was a mistake. Because the longer I stayed like that, the more I felt it. Movement. An entity that wasn't from this world, watching, waiting. I didn't want to open my eyes. But I could hear it now. The dripping water steady and slow. Sounded menacing. Twisted like it wasn't coming from the faucet anymore, but from somewhere else. And then the voice. A whisper. Was it only in my mind? Lo, urgent. Open your eyes.

unknown 43:04

Open your eyes.

SPEAKER_04 43:05

I froze. Open your eyes. Open them.

unknown 43:08

Open them.

SPEAKER_04 43:09

It wasn't a thought. It wasn't my own voice. It was something else. This was getting in my head. Just open your eyes. Just get out of the tub. Just I opened them. And for a split second I saw it. A shadow. Or maybe not. Maybe it was just the way the light shifted. My breath caught. My chest went tight. A cold panic twisted inside me. I blinked. Gone. Just the room, quiet and still. I sat there, frozen, listening, waiting. Then I was back in time. The bathroom seemed even older, like it was from decades ago. Like the house wanted to reveal something. A secret? Or just the evil that was waiting. No, no, I was losing it. I gripped the edge of my Tub, my fingers slick against the porcelain. My breath came in short bursts now. It's nothing. It's nothing. It's I opened my eyes again. And for a half a heartbeat, I saw it darker this time. Closer. A flicker at the edge of the tub near my feet. Was it real? Or was I imagining this? I couldn't tell. My stomach twisted. My pulse pounded in my ears. I blinked again. Gone. This is a long one that you've set you set me up here for. And I've got to take a drink because my voice is uh getting hoarse.

SPEAKER_00 44:36

It's so good though.

unknown 44:38

There we go.

SPEAKER_04 44:41

Alright. The air in the bathroom felt ice cold. I shot up, water sloshing over the sides. It's a great word, sloshing, splashing onto the tile floor. My chest heaved, lungs pulling in sharp, uneven breaths. I couldn't stop shaking. I turned, scanning the room so fast my vision blurred. Nothing, nothing. But the feeling was still there. I wasn't alone. Something had been watching me, and worse, it still was. And it wasn't just me. The house was targeting my family. My brother Jeff wasn't religious, but every night before he climbed the third floor stairs, he made the sign of the cross. No one questioned it because we felt it too.

unknown 45:22

Yikes.

SPEAKER_04 45:23

I don't know how to explain it. Like the house was playing a twisted game, feeding off of our terror, waiting. And the longer we stayed, the worse it got. Some nights, when the house was at its stillest, I would wake up gasping for air, chest heavy, skin damp with sweat, mind foggy with the unshakable certainty that someone had been standing over me while I slept. Other times, I'd walk into a room and stop midstep, overwhelmed by the unmistakable feeling that I had interrupted something.

SPEAKER_00 45:57

We all know that feeling.

SPEAKER_04 45:59

But there was never anyone there. The house didn't just feel occupied by something, it felt aware. It was paying attention to us. And whatever was waiting for us, it was only getting started. That's the end of part two.

SPEAKER_00 46:18

Part two.

SPEAKER_04 46:19

This is getting um interesting. It's getting juicier. Poltergeist vibes. I'm getting those vibes. Um I'm getting those vibes.

SPEAKER_00 46:30

It's not old Virginia.

SPEAKER_04 46:32

Uh old loose? Old Virginia. Uh I don't know. Yeah, I think it's giving Old Jack. Old Jack? Jeff? Steven? Um anyways. Part three. The escalation. At first, the house had been patient, watching, waiting. But was it patience? Or was the evil growing? Next, the house targeted my brother Dennis. I woke up suddenly. No noise had startled me, no nightmare had jolted me awake. I just woke up. Something was wrong. The room felt different, like I woke up in the middle of something I wasn't supposed to see. I turned my head, rubbing my eyes, and then I saw him. Den Dennis, I assume, Den was standing next to his bed, still rigid. His arms hung loose at his sides, fingers curled slightly, as if he had been frozen in mid-motion. His blankets, his blankets had slipped to the floor, not kicked off, not tangled, just on the floor, but laying there, like they were, still covering him, not bunched up, like they were carefully removed by someone or something. For a moment I thought he had just woken up. Maybe he was stretching, caught between sleep and waking. But then I saw his eyes, open, unblinking, unseeing. He had this fixed, unnatural stare, and his lips were moving, not mumbling, not sleep talking, chanting. Satan is good, Satan is my bad. The words dripped from his mouth in a slow, rhythmic cadence that didn't sound human. A feeling of dread was unfurling in my chest. Den, I yelled. No reaction. His lips kept moving in a deliberate, unbroken pattern. My pulse was hammering in my throat. Den I screamed louder this time. He stopped. The silence was deafening. For a split second I thought I had pulled it out of it, but then his head tilted downwards slowly, deliberately, and his mouth started moving again. Not a whisper anymore, faster, urgent. The words poured from him low and guttural, something raw and ancient. Maladig Dum Adis, Maladig Dum Adis, Maladic Dumadis. I said that pretty good three times fast. It's a goddamn demon. Maladig Dum Adis. Maladig Dum Ad okay. Maladig Dum Addis, Maladum Adis, Maladum Adis. I felt the words more than I heard them. They vibrated in the air, something deep and wrong. Like a sound that didn't belong in this world, and then my brother collapsed. Not like someone waking up, not like someone losing their balance. He fell straight back into his bed, as if something had been holding him upright, and then let go. I lunged forward, grabbing his shoulders. His skin felt cold and clammy all at the same time. Den, wake up. His eyelids fluttered, his breath hitched, his gaze finally locking onto mine, unfocused and dazed. What? His voice was thick with sleep, his body sluggish, like he was surfacing from something deeper than a dream. You were standing up, I said, talking. Den frowned, rubbing his face. No, I wasn't. You were speaking another language. Den blinked at me, still half asleep. Stop messing with me. I wasn't, and I knew what I heard, but in that moment I didn't want to know. So I let it go. Those words never left me. Days passed, then months, then years, and yet I could still hear them. The cadence, the weight, the wrongness of the way they had left his mouth. One night, years later, I found myself sitting at my computer staring at the search bar. I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. How do you even search something like this? Maladi dumb Addis. I hit enter. Put this in the search bar right fucking now. The results loaded. At first, nothing looked familiar. Random Latin phrases, old religious text, fragmented pieces of words. This is the spelling. But then, buried deep in the results, I found something close. A phrase. A warning. The closest translation I could find. Something about there being a curse. It was Latin. Maledictum Adest. A slow, creeping chill slid down my spine. Dennon said it years before we ever knew. Before the house showed us just how bad it could get. After that night, something changed. Uh this page. So my sisters Holly and this page's and Amy were the first to hear the footsteps. They were soft, steady movements coming from the bathroom toward their room. They weren't rushed or casual, but rather slow and deliberate. Then came the sobbing. A soft, muffled sound. It sounded like a little girl. It wasn't outside, it was inside the house. And worse, it was moving, moving towards my sister's. One night, Mom was lying in bed when she heard it. At first, she thought it was one of us. She sat up slightly, listening. Amy, she called out. No answer. The sobbing didn't stop. It was quieter now, like it had realized it was being listened to. She pushed back the covers, swung her legs over the side of the bed, the floor creaked as she stood up. And then the sobbing stopped. Abruptly, like it knew she was there. Like it knew she had heard it. There were other signs too. A small wooden cross hung in the hallway outside my parents' bedroom, at the bottom of the third floor staircase. It had always been there, always right side up. Until it wasn't. One morning my mom walked past and stopped cold. The cross hung perfectly upside down, not tilted, not fallen from its nail, just flipped. She stared at it, didn't speak, didn't touch it, just watched. The house was waiting for her to react. Finally, she reached out, flipped it upright, and walked away. She never talked about it. But the next morning, it was upside down again. And again, and again. For years the house had been listening, watching, waiting, but it had been learning too. It had studied our movements, our fears, the way we tried to explain things away. Getting to know us better than we knew ourselves, it was done waiting. And now the shadows were getting darker, the silences were stretching longer, and the warnings were getting louder. Whatever had been watching us from the edges was getting closer now, and it wasn't going to wait much longer. We were at its mercy and didn't even realize it. End of part three. So quick uh thinking on that. It's a demon. Well, when they talk about the cross being right set up and then going upside down, my first thought went to that the upside down cross, for as much as the satanic crowd or the spooky crowd wants to make it something that is evil, it's actually not. It's actually the cross of Saint John the Baptist, because uh when he was crucified, they did it upside down because he didn't want to have it be the same way as Jesus, because he thought that that would be somehow disrespectful. I I if I think I have my history correct there. But an upside-down cross is essentially that. So it's a very religious symbol.

SPEAKER_00 53:42

Um, but, but, but unless you're demon and you're trying to make a mockery.

SPEAKER_04 53:47

Because here's the thing that they said uh in this is it had been learning, studying our movements, our fears, the way we try to explain things away. In my experience, something like that, cross going upside down, this and that, which is a very holy symbol and can be used in that way if if if you wanted to, but that the power of symbols and the way that these beings can use our fears and thoughts against us in those ways, right? I imagine that would be very scary for you if you thought that that was something that should be evil.

SPEAKER_00 54:17

Well, right. I think that's probably what most people's assumption would be, especially if you're somebody, you know, presumably if you have a cross in your home, that's for a reason. You know, that's something that is important to you and meaningful to you.

SPEAKER_04 54:31

Correct. Correct. All right, so for everyone that's listening, this is a long story.

SPEAKER_00 54:36

Do you want me to read the next part?

SPEAKER_04 54:37

Well, I'm getting into it. Do you want to read the next part?

SPEAKER_00 54:39

No, you have a b- I sound like shit. I have allergies.

SPEAKER_04 54:42

Well, I'm getting to sound like shit because I'm getting I I've never this is wild. I've this is my first time reading this.

SPEAKER_00 54:47

And my voice like Yes, see? And you're giving me shit on the Bell Witch episode. It's hard when you're just Linda Blair from The Exorcist.

SPEAKER_04 54:55

Here we go. Part four. The breaking point. The house had been getting bolder. It seemed like it was growing more restless, and now it was escalating. And next, it chose to terrorize my sister Holly. Holly and her friends sat cross-legged on the bedroom floor, the soft glue.

SPEAKER_00 55:14

Not Holly!

SPEAKER_04 55:15

The soft glow from the bedside lamp, stretching their shadows along the walls. The Ouija board lay between them. Now this is starting to sound like smut to me. I love it. The Ouija board lay between them. They asked the ghost, what should we remove? I'm kidding. Uh the Ouija board lay between them untouched, the planchette resting lightly under their fingertips. It had started as a joke, a stupid game. But the moment they asked if anyone was there, the planchette moved. This is a synchronicity.

SPEAKER_00 55:45

Yeah.

SPEAKER_04 55:46

Not a twitch. Not a hesitant nudge, a glide.

unknown 55:51

Shh, shh, shh shh.

SPEAKER_04 55:54

Yeah. Slow, deliberate, precise.

SPEAKER_00 55:58

And I wish I could even say that I see I picked these two for a reason, but it was completely random.

SPEAKER_04 56:06

You didn't know.

SPEAKER_00 56:06

No. I have not read either of these.

SPEAKER_04 56:08

Because you would have had to have gotten to page fucking eighty that I'm on right now to even hear this word.

SPEAKER_00 56:11

I have not read either of these.

SPEAKER_04 56:13

Holly's stomach tightened. Her friend let out a nervous laugh, but her fingers trembled. You moved it. I didn't, Holly whispered. Holly could feel a draft, but the windows were shut. She swallowed hard, forced herself to ask another question. How many spirits are here? The planchette jerked. One by one the letters spelled it out. Seven spirits. Holly's breath caught. Her friend let out another nervous laugh, but it sounded forced now. Holly hesitated, her mouth dry, then barely above a whisper. Are you good or evil? The planchette shot across the board. Evil. E V I L. A sharp breath, hands recoiling. The room felt different now, heavier, like something unseen had just stepped into the space with them. We should put it away, her friend whispered. Neither of them argued. Holly shoved the board in the closet. And fuck. This is cut off on the print goddamn printer.

SPEAKER_00 57:10

No, it just it just does that. Just read the next slide. And slam the door shut. I gave you a heads up about that before we started. Just keep reading.

SPEAKER_04 57:18

They tried to forget it, just like we're gonna try to forget that. Uh but the house had heard them. And now it would answer. One night mom woke to a sound. Not crying this time, a steady rhythmic thump. Soft and repetitive, like something pressing against the wall. Bless you. She sat up and heard a low and muffled cry. Her stomach tightened. It sounded like Amy. She pushed back the covers, got up and rushed down the hall to my sister's room. Mom hesitated at the door, then knocked softly. Amy? There was no answer. So she turned the knob and pushed the door open. She was startled by what she saw. Amy was standing on her bed climbing. Her hands gripped the headboard with her feet pressed against the mattress, and her body arching upward like she was trying to scale the wall. Her muscles trembled, her fingers curling, straining as her whole body was pulling towards something that wasn't there. Thump, thump. Her fingers tapped against the wall, over and over, like she was reaching, searching. Mom's breath caught. Amy? Amy slammed back down, hit the bed in a heap. For a second she just lay there, dazed, chest rising and falling in short, shallow breaths. Then slowly, she turned her head. Her face was pale, her eyes glassy. The trance like stare sent an ice cold chill down my mom's spine. You were dreaming, but Amy didn't answer, so Mom pulled the blanket over Amy and gently brushed my sister's hair and tried to convince herself it was just a night terror. But as she left the room, she couldn't shake the feeling that Amy hadn't been dreaming at all. We had ignored so much, the sleepwalking, the shadows, the crying, the cross flipping upside down. The house was done being subtle. Now it wanted us to see. It wanted us to know who was in control. Another sign of the escalation happened when Holly and her friend cut school. The house was empty, except for them. They sat in the dining room having fun on an unsupervised day. When the lights flickered, Holly froze mid-sentence, her breath locking in her chest and her friend forced a laugh. Did your power just then they heard it. A noise from the kitchen. It wasn't the settling of wood or wind blowing outside the old house that was built in eighteen uh eighteen seventy five. It was sharp, a deliberate knock, like wood striking wood. Then the sound came again in a pattern that was steady, measured, and intentional. Holly got goosebumps and held her breath. Then another noise, distant, muffled. It was a sobbing sound, and for a split second, Holly swore it was the little girl. They didn't wait to find out, they ran out of the house. Since they had cut school, they had to go back in and clean up so they wouldn't get caught. When they walked in past the steps and got to the dining room, they couldn't believe what they saw. The dishes and utensils had been thrown all over the floor, and the cabinet doors were flung wide open.

SPEAKER_00 1:00:18

I would be so fucking mad. I'd be like, ghost, you'd better fucking get back in there and clean that up.

SPEAKER_04 1:00:24

Yes. For years the house had been listening, watching, waiting. But it had been learning too. It had studied our movements, our fears, the way we tried to explain things away, getting to know us better than we knew ourselves. And now the shadows were getting darker, the silences were stretching longer, and the warnings were getting louder. Even our dog Sherlock sensed it. He would just stare up the steps and bark uncontrollably while he slowly backed away. The last straw happened one day after I had moved out. My parents pulled up to the house to find my sister sitting on the steps crying. The doors and cabinets inside were slamming uncontrollably. The waiting was over, the evil was fully unleashed, and it was time to move. Even my dad couldn't ignore it any longer. End of part four.

SPEAKER_00 1:01:07

Part five.

SPEAKER_04 1:01:09

Alright, coming at you hot. I need another sip of this fucking thing.

SPEAKER_00 1:01:12

Yeah. Wine break. Wine and spirits.

SPEAKER_04 1:01:15

For anyone listening I hope I'm doing okay. This is a long story I'm reading. Uh definitely not for the guy that left the bad review about talking. I've never ridden a s writ ridden writ read a story uh uh on recording before, so this is uh new for me. Part five. The basement.

SPEAKER_01 1:01:37

Part five.

SPEAKER_04 1:01:38

Part five The basement. I don't know why I went back. The house was empty, my family had already left, but the train platform, the one we set up every year for Christmas, was still in the basement. That's actually pretty cool and creepy. I told myself that that was why I went. That was the only reason. It wasn't. I had spent years trying to push that house out of my mind, but something about it had never let me go. So I went back and I did it at night. I parked I parked across the street, staring at the house through my windshield, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight, my knuckles ached. It was colder than it should have been. The house loomed dark and empty. Just a building that until tonight had only existed in my memories since I left. That's what I told myself. Just a building. I got out and put my keys in my pocket. The wind cut through my jacket as I crossed the street and fumbled with the house key. I hesitated at the front door. The lock stuck for a second before it finally gave, the click echoing too loudly in the empty space beyond. I pushed the door open. The smell hit me first, not mold, not dust. I wasn't sure. I stepped inside. The air was thick with my own tension and anxiety. It was so damn quiet. The kind of silence that you can hear your pulse inside your temples. Looking back, I don't think it was silence at all. It was the evil drowning out any sound. It was waiting all those years for me to come home. I didn't want to close the door behind me. I did it anyway, then I started walking. First the living room. Then those steps that our dog Sherlock would stare up at and bark at as he backed away. And next it was the dining room. And in the corner of it, the basement door. I walked toward it. Each step was louder than I wanted to do. I was truly afraid of waking up the house. But I continued walking, approaching the basement door. My fingers hesitated on the doorknob, then it turned. The door creaked open. A small landing at the top of the stairs. Above me, the single pull string from the light bulb swayed slightly, begging me to turn it on. The air was different here. It felt colder, ominous. I reached up and pulled the string. The bulb buzzed to life, dim and weak. I looked down the stairs wondering if I should turn around, but I didn't. Then slowly onto the first stair, then the second. The basement air was thick and stale, cold enough that it felt like the outside. I moved slower now. The train platform was in the back. I just had to grab it and get out. That was it. The last step groaned as I reached the basement floor. Another light bulb string. I pulled it more light. I made my way toward the back, stepping over scattered boxes and pieces of old furniture covered in dust. The train platform was leaning against the far wall. I reached for it. That's when I heard it. A laugh. Low, wheezing, right behind me. The sound was so close I felt the breath on my neck, then bang. The train platform toppled forward, crashing onto the cement floor. I whipped around. No one was there. Then the door at the top of the stairs. It slammed shut.

SPEAKER_00 1:05:02

No, get out of there.

SPEAKER_04 1:05:04

Then both light bulbs started flickering in unison. My breaths were ragged, my body shaking. Then something shifted behind me. I ran. I reached the steps, my foot slamming against the first stair. Then the light started flashing faster. Not flickering, flashing on, off, on, off. Too fast, too bright. Like a strobe light in a nightclub. The violent pulsing burned my eyes, making the stairs tilt beneath me. The shadows in the basement came more alive with every flicker, warping, moving. The laughter grew louder. I ran up the steps. Halfway up, I tripped. Or maybe I didn't. Maybe something had my ankle tight, ice cold, not human, clamping around my skin like fingers, but not fingers. Like something mimicking a human hand, but much stronger. I gasped, I kicked, I didn't let go. A weight dragged me back, pulling me down. I scrambled. Hands clawing at the wooden steps. My fingers burned, splinters tearing into my palms. It had me. It was trying to take me back down. God. I kicked hard. The grip broke. I lunged forward, grasping, forcing myself up the last few stairs. My foot hit the landing. I reached for the doorknob. It turned. But the door wouldn't open. I shoved my shoulder against it, slamming it so hard that my teeth rattled. Nothing. Something was pressing against the other side, keeping me in, holding me here, forcing me down, back down into hell itself. The laughter swelled, filling the basement, pressing against my skull. The light flashed again and again and again. So violently that my vision blurred. I shoved, pushed, screamed. The doorknob twisted, but the door wouldn't open. And then I saw her. The living room window, the lamplight casting long shadows. Virginia.

unknown 1:06:58

God damn it.

SPEAKER_04 1:06:59

Sitting in her chair, talking to no one, pausing, listening, nodding, and then her head snapped toward me too fast, too sharp, like she had been waiting. And now in the basement I saw it again. The spin, the sharp turn, her eyes locking onto mine, unblinking. She moved. Something inside me broke, a childhood fear slamming into the present, colliding, suffocating. This wasn't possible. This wasn't real. But I saw it. Her mouth moved and then no the word exploded through the basement, shaking the walls, rattling my ribs. The door sealed shut just seconds ago flew open. I stumbled forward, my body moving before my brain could catch up. The stairwell, the landing, the dining room, I barely registered them. I only knew I had to run. I didn't look back. I threw the front door open, barely remembering to grab my keys from my pocket before jumping in my car. My hands fumbled, my breath ragged, my pulse pounding in my ears. I shoved the key into the ignition, turned it. The engine roared to life. I gripped the wheel, my knuckles white. I looked up. The house stood in front of me, dark, empty. Except through the windows, the lights inside flickered three times. Ha ha ha ha. Then darkness. I stared. My breath was shallow, my fingers locked around the steering wheel, and then nothing. The house was still, silent, as if nothing had ever happened. As if it had never moved. I don't remember driving home. I only remember the way it felt. The way the house watched me leave. And the way it laughed. Like it knew something I didn't. Like Virginia knew something I didn't. I gripped the steering wheel tighter. Had she stopped? Had she saved me? Or did she let me go? End of part five.

SPEAKER_00 1:08:58

Oh my god.

SPEAKER_04 1:09:00

This is cooking your bacon.

SPEAKER_00 1:09:02

Is that what happened to Virginia when she was climbing up the stairs? She couldn't make it because something was holding on to her ankle.

SPEAKER_04 1:09:09

Let's move on to part six. If you're still listening, I give you fucking kudos.

SPEAKER_00 1:09:12

I'm still I'm at the edge of my seat. Hurricane's at the edge of his blanket. He's not, he's sleeping.

SPEAKER_04 1:09:21

Jesus fucking Christ. Part six.

SPEAKER_00 1:09:24

Good.

SPEAKER_04 1:09:24

The aftermath. Leaving didn't mean escaping. For years the house had dug itself into us. Its presence wasn't just in the walls or in the air. It becomes something we carried. Even after my parents and sisters moved out, the memories didn't settle. They didn't fade. If anything, they got worse. Because that's when we learned the truth.

unknown 1:09:46

Oh God.

SPEAKER_04 1:09:48

And that's when the house finally let us see just how deep its hold on us really was. It started with Den. It had been years since we left Gordon Street. Life moved on, or at least that's what we told ourselves. But one night Den told us something, something he had never admitted before. We'd been sitting around the good stuff. Reminiscing, sharing all the strange things that had happened at that house, the sounds, the shadows, the cold touches, then Den shifted. His knee bounced slightly. He hesitated. No one spoke. The air in the room tightened. Then he finally said it. There's something I never told you guys. He took a deep breath. When we were still living there, me and Mikey played with a Ouija board in my room. Silence.

SPEAKER_00 1:10:27

God damn it, Den.

SPEAKER_04 1:10:29

Heavy, ominous. Then Den shook his head. I didn't believe in that stuff. He swallowed hard. We asked if anyone was there and it it moved. A breathless pause. Den's voice was lower now. We asked how many spirits were in the house. I already knew the answer before he said it. Seven. He whispered. My stomach twisted. Holly had gotten the same response years before. Den shook his head. I still thought someone was messing around, so I said, if this is real, prove it. I already didn't want to hear the rest. Den exhaled shakily. That's when the window flew open. We stared at him. I mean it slammed up like someone yanked it from the outside, he said, his hands gripping the edge of his chair. Then I looked down, his voice caught, and my socks were sliced open. A long, terrible silence filled the room. He looked at us as Alright, Ghost, I think that was a little excessive.

SPEAKER_00 1:11:25

The window was probably good enough.

SPEAKER_04 1:11:26

His face pale, not ripped, not torn, sliced, from heel to toe. Perfectly. I didn't want to believe him. It was too much, too insane. Den saw the doubt in our faces. Without a word, he pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and put it on speaker. Dude, Den said, tell them what happened that night at my house. A crackle of static, then Mikey's voice, clear, unshaken. The Ouija board? Yeah. Then the window flew open, man, and your socks were cut clean in half. A chill ran up my spine. I could see it in Den's face. This wasn't the story, this was real. And somehow, despite everything we had been through, the house still had more to reveal. My sister then told us about the newspaper they found under the rug. Holly and her friend Kim had been moving things out of her room when they noticed the edges of something sticking out from under the carpet. At first, they thought it was nothing, just an old scrap of paper. But then when they peeled the rug back, they found it. An old newspaper, brittle, yellowed with age. They skimmed the articles at first, not thinking much of it, just something strange, something forgotten. Then they saw it. Headlines. Three murders and a suicide. And the location? Oh boy. Our block of Gordon Street. Unfortunately, they couldn't make out the exact year. We didn't know if it was our house specifically, but it didn't matter. Whatever happened on that street had left something behind. Something that still wanted to be known. We don't talk about the house much anymore, but not because we've forgotten, but because it still lingers. The fear isn't fresh anymore, but it's still there deep down. Settled into us like a scar we can't see, but we always feel. When we do bring it up, we laugh nervously, uncomfortably. We joke about it, shake our heads, call it crazy. But every time, every single time, there's a pause, a moment where the words catch in our throats, because deep down we know something evil was in that house. And the question that haunts us most did we leave it there? Holly knows that better than any of us, because sometimes in her new house, she still hears it. A soft, muffled sobbing, like a little girl crying. Not outside, not in her head, inside, moving. At first she tried to ignore it, tried to convince herself it was nothing, but the crying never stopped. It got closer, and one night she finally understood. She didn't leave the house on Gordon Street. It never let her go, and neither did the little girl. She still sobs. Holly hears her. And now late at night. I think I hear her too.

unknown 1:14:10

That's creepy as well.

SPEAKER_04 1:14:12

So thank you to who submitted that um uh epic poem of a story. It's long.

SPEAKER_00 1:14:18

So uh that was that was just it was so well written though. Like as soon as I saw that.

SPEAKER_04 1:14:25

Like I'm sure I hope I did an okay job. I hope I did the story justice. I tried to throw in some mannerisms there. I did the bang.

SPEAKER_00 1:14:34

Yeah. We'll s we'll see. I might we'll see how much energy I have tomorrow. Maybe I'll toy with out of sound effects.

SPEAKER_04 1:14:41

I want to hear that all done tonight because I want sound effects because I'm not doing it tonight. Oh.

SPEAKER_00 1:14:45

It's 10 p.m.

SPEAKER_04 1:14:48

Well, anyways, that was the story of my voice is now gone.

SPEAKER_00 1:14:52

See, I hope you are seeing now, because you gave me shit when I was reading the Bell Witch history. It's hard when you're reading something, like it's different. I don't know what it is, but it's different when you're reading something versus like when we're just talking back and forth.

SPEAKER_04 1:15:06

Well, because when you're reading something, you're going with a cadence that like has to be there. Like, but every time, every single time, there's a pause, a moment where the words catch in our throats. Because deep down we know you can't split that up in ways that allow you, you have to say it in the way that it commands to be said. The story commands you to talk a certain way.

SPEAKER_00 1:15:25

Well, I think this is a uh this potentially could be a good pregame for the next investigation that we have coming up. Because I thought the thing that I thought was interesting in the story is when they find the newspaper article and you know, there's these awful things that happen, but they're not quite sure whether it happened in that house or just on the street, but it doesn't matter. That's what it said, you know, but it doesn't matter because it left its imprint. And I think that is something that is important to note and something that I believe that, you know, we often go into these investigations and uh, you know, we're like, oh, well, what happened in this building? You know, whatever we're doing on the read or the investigation or whatever, it has to match the history of what happened here. But sometimes you can't find things that happened specifically in that building, right? I think the area that things are in, the the location, like things can transfer, energy can transfer. It doesn't have to have happened in that specific building. There can be bleed over and crossover.

SPEAKER_04 1:16:34

I yeah, I firmly believe that. I do. And I think that oftentimes when we look at the case of a haunted house, if it's not something like a straight up poltergeist sort of activity, if it's something weirder, right? Like, I think oftentimes we do take for granted the fact that we are looking at it and putting it in this box of the house itself, right? Like, whatever this is, this phenomenon, like it's somehow enclosed in these walls of this home, right? Where really, to your point, to the point I think of this story, a town can be haunted. It harkens back to my one of my favorite vampire books of all time, Salem's Lot. And they talk about that idea like can a town be haunted? Um or cursed? I maybe.

SPEAKER_00 1:17:18

Yeah, well, I mean, we've been to mineral wells.

SPEAKER_04 1:17:21

Well, that's a different ballgame.

SPEAKER_00 1:17:24

Oh, yeah. Well, I think it goes exactly to the point of can a town be haunted or can a town be cursed, you know, and it's something that we even talk about. God, I my voice sounds awful.

unknown 1:17:35

Yeah.

SPEAKER_00 1:17:36

The fucking allergies. Anyway, um, it's like when we think about the land that this house is on, you know, it's something you've heard me say often is the land out here is just different.

SPEAKER_04 1:17:51

Yeah, and and what's interesting about this story too is, you know, look, admittedly, it'd be very easy for someone reading it because of the way it was written and because of the phenomena sort of in there and and and the way of how it worked out, it'd be easy for someone to say, well, this is uh kind of a made-up deal, right? But there's pieces in there that I find uh really compelling because it's something that we see all the time, and that is uh the phenomena starts itself in a way uh slower. You give it this attention, as the story said, it's fears, your your your thinking, your thoughts, your energy. Um every time you creep up the stairs, like think about that. Every time you creep up the stairs and you have that feeling in the back of your hair in the back of your neck goes up and you look, you're giving this thing energy, you're giving it, you're making it real, you're aggregoring it, right? So that's interesting about the story, how that happens. And I've found that some of the similar experiences that this person mentioned in the story, I have heard many times from people that have come into the museum or were giving me items, etc. Um, and it's interesting because so much of that seems to be the fear-based idea of that, like how strong that is, like when you give something your fear.

SPEAKER_00 1:19:03

Right.

SPEAKER_04 1:19:03

So interesting story. Thanks for sending that and and taking the time, first off, to to write that all out. Yeah, you know, so we only felt it right that I read it the whole fucking thing.

SPEAKER_00 1:19:13

Yes.

SPEAKER_04 1:19:13

Um, it was very good, and I hope I did it uh a little bit of justice.

SPEAKER_00 1:19:18

I think you did very good, bruv. Yeah, good podcast voice, good sound effect in.

SPEAKER_04 1:19:24

Good sound. Yeah, I did pretty good with the sound effects, didn't I?

SPEAKER_00 1:19:26

Yeah, I tried to add in a couple whispers for you.

SPEAKER_04 1:19:29

We should add some sound effects into that one. But uh, you know, I don't want to do that because that's what all the cool podcasts do, and we ain't cool.

SPEAKER_00 1:19:34

So should I not do it? No. Because I was like, there were so many moments, you know, when it's like the the light turned on and you could hear the buzzing. I could like hear it in my head, you know? Yeah, or like the creaking down the floors.

SPEAKER_04 1:19:46

The sobbing. You know, you know it'll be really fucking cool.

SPEAKER_00 1:19:50

It was great writing.

SPEAKER_04 1:19:52

Just got pegged into my brain. What if we go through all of our audio and we only use EVP audios for the sound effects that we've captured? The sobbing, we have it. We could knocking, we have it. Whispers, we have it.

SPEAKER_00 1:20:09

However, we have all of it. That would take a lot of time to do, and it's not gonna be. It is what is it right now? Is it Wednesday? Yeah, it's Wednesday, April 9th, right now when we're recording this. This airs Monday. Well, we don't have to.

SPEAKER_04 1:20:22

For those of you that are listening, that was a cool idea.

SPEAKER_00 1:20:24

That would take a lot of time.

SPEAKER_04 1:20:25

Because I actually just discovered there's bros that take EVPs and make music out of it.

SPEAKER_00 1:20:29

What?

SPEAKER_04 1:20:30

Yeah.

SPEAKER_00 1:20:31

Okay. Speaking of weird shit though, um Rachel just sent me a video of a freaking burlesque dancer doing a Zack Baggins burlesque, and it's using his like they stop and they're using like audio clips of him in the middle of it and like holding up the EVP, and they're like, it's touching my back. It's burning, it's burning, it's burning, you know, and they're like, I was like, oh my god, it's so good.

SPEAKER_03 1:20:55

Is it good?

SPEAKER_00 1:20:56

It's so good.

SPEAKER_04 1:20:58

Hopefully, she daddy baggins is it, like, gives the reactions in the burlesque.

SPEAKER_00 1:21:02

Yeah, it's so it's so good. It's so good. Anyway.

SPEAKER_04 1:21:06

Yeah, so that was uh the the stories. And listen, for anyone that did listen to this, and if you like this idea of us reading listener stories, um, we do want to hear yours.

SPEAKER_00 1:21:14

Yeah, and if you want to hear more of these, because I know I asked this on a previous episode, but I didn't really get any messages on it. But just, you know, based on my own experience and doing these things and talking to people, it seems like people do enjoy being able to tell their stories to people. Like you said earlier, you know, where you know you're not gonna be judged and you know we're not gonna be like, wow, you're fucking crazy, you know, and like shit all over your story. Like, we are going to fucking believe you because we've experienced shit that's probably crazier.

SPEAKER_04 1:21:44

We literally just did an episode talking about apportations happening in our house.

SPEAKER_00 1:21:48

Yeah. So ghost gave me some fucking ribbon.

SPEAKER_04 1:21:50

What about C UFOs and mantis beings in our backyard?

SPEAKER_00 1:21:54

Yeah.

SPEAKER_04 1:21:54

Uh so we believe you.

SPEAKER_00 1:21:56

Um, yeah. So anyway, so this is, you know, like I said at the beginning of the episode, this actually was the original kind of idea for doing the wine and spirits episodes was like, let's sit down, grab a fucking drink, and share some fucking stories. Share some weird ass stories. So if you like this, if you're down for this, first of all, submit more stories so we have like stories to read. But also just let me know if this is something you're interested in. Because I gotta be honest, there are some podcasts that do that format. And I personally don't like I don't really love the listener stories, and so I kind of skip over them. But I also think that has a lot to do with like the manner in which they're sharing them, you know. I feel like there's too much like like talking back and forth in the middle of the story, and then by the time they get back to the story, I'm like, dude, I already fucking forgot what you were talking about. You know what I'm saying? A D D.

SPEAKER_04 1:22:46

If you like my podcast voice and you want me to um essentially read you ghost stories, I'll do a five bucks, pop.

SPEAKER_00 1:22:54

Yeah, that that y'all.

SPEAKER_04 1:22:55

Five bucks gives you five minutes.

SPEAKER_00 1:22:56

Yeah, cameo, cameo.com.

SPEAKER_04 1:22:58

Yeah, ten bucks, ten minutes. Um, oh, we got a special in there.

SPEAKER_00 1:23:05

Big deals, big deals. So I'll find out whatever you want. Just I'm just involved. Just just let us know. Um, because it is very helpful. Like, literally, we are doing this for you and want to make sure that you're enjoying things and are entertained. So um also that does mean, yeah, if you're like, Yeah, bruv, I don't know, like I don't know about those listener tales. Like, talk about like random shit instead.

SPEAKER_04 1:23:29

Let us know, and we'll put it in our dumpster, which is parapekuliar, and we'll do them there.

SPEAKER_00 1:23:34

The listener stories?

SPEAKER_04 1:23:35

Yes, if we'll put it in the dumpster, which is parapekular, and we'll do it there. I mean, you know, this is something that I think our brand of giving out these listener stories, I think, will be really cool because uh we have the unique um ability here to be not storytellers, but we are experiencers. We are people that that literally our entire life is based on chasing this phenomenon.

SPEAKER_00 1:23:54

And we are right there along with you.

SPEAKER_04 1:23:56

So your stories to us are like literally what we experience over breakfast, and we love that. We love hearing them, we want to hear more. Um, plus we need content, so fucking send us stories.

SPEAKER_00 1:24:05

Please help us. Um, so anyway, I don't know. I hope that you enjoyed that. A little return to the OG wine and spirits. Um, but please email us and let us know. And I don't know, we'll link all the things below the episode and leave us a review. And if you like what we're doing, come join our Patreon and hang out with us. We literally, like before this episode, we were doing a live stream investigation with our Patreon people. So come fucking get weird with us and hang out with us, and like we want to get to know you, and we want to fucking chat with you, and we want to uh talk to our fucking spirit boxes with you. You know what I'm saying, bruvs?

SPEAKER_03 1:24:42

Because when we are weird together, weird or not alone.

SPEAKER_00 1:24:46

I think you were trying to do something there, but I don't know. I know, but for me it made sense.

SPEAKER_04 1:24:50

I haven't had enough wine for that to I just read a goddamn 600-page manuscript.

SPEAKER_00 1:24:55

It was good. It was good. Joke not somebody.

SPEAKER_04 1:24:57

It was very good, it was very good.

SPEAKER_00 1:24:59

I'm gonna leave you a bad review for that joke.

SPEAKER_04 1:25:01

What joke?

SPEAKER_00 1:25:02

The one that you just said, the little like fucking pun or whatever you tried to do.

SPEAKER_04 1:25:06

God damn it.

SPEAKER_00 1:25:07

Yeah. Yeah.

SPEAKER_04 1:25:08

There's my fucking review. All my work wasted. Anyways.

SPEAKER_00 1:25:11

You better quit it or another ghost is gonna tell you to shut up.

unknown 1:25:14

Oh god.

SPEAKER_04 1:25:15

Thank you so much for sending the stories. We love you and appreciate you.

SPEAKER_00 1:25:18

Alright, it's fucking it's 10 17 p.m. on a school. It's a school day. We gotta, we gotta go to bed.

SPEAKER_04 1:25:26

I'm wide awake because um we've been doing things, so I'm gonna get into this. I I've actually all night, all I've wanted to do is go up and start printing out more of my CIA documents because we talked about the binders. Let's do that. Okay.

SPEAKER_00 1:25:39

All right, we gotta go bye. Bye.

SPEAKER_04 1:25:44

If you enjoy following along our investigations, consider joining our Patreon. You can find that at patreon.com backslash para peculiar.

SPEAKER_00 1:25:55

And a huge shout out to Dr. Angela Glestro, who composed all of our original music for The Real Ghost of. If you are interested in getting any music for your own show, film, whatever, you can find her on Instagram and check her out there at Angela Glestro.