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Hey, weirdos, I'm Ash.
And I'm Elena. And this this is morbid.
it's special morbid because it's listener tales and it's brought to you by you for you from you and all about you i know that we say this every time we have a listener tale but now that we only do um we're only allowed to do one every what is it i don't even every month every month i think it it feels so far between listener tails i know it really does i wish we were allowed to do more yeah because they're fun and you guys liked them but you know here we are all's well that ends well i suppose so it's spooky season so there you go so we uh we picked one that feels pretty spooky i think inspired
i would say i would say steel and i'm gonna start with one that's titled listener tale what the fucking fuck did i see i hope you tell me because i don't know i hope so and this one begins spooky tidings queens spooky tidings i love that attached as a put a foot of what i saw when i was a wee bitch that is seriously disrupt disrupting my current mental stability now i'm sharing it with you because i don't want to be awake all all night alone you're welcome it's nearly four double space pages because i'm a wordy dumbass you're You're not a dumbass.
Don't you dare say that.
But I have color -coded my tangents in purple in case you want to shorten the story.
Wow. I love how organized some of you guys are.
Most of you guys. You guys are on it.
You are. Like your listener tales are on it.
I feel like our listeners are the kind of people that in school they have those little like highlighter tabs for each section of the book.
And I always used to be so jealous of those people.
I'd be like, wow, I want to be like you.
You guys are inspiring.
You are. far. Also, there's a little message at the end to you guys that you can decide what to do with.
Best switches, Sarah.
I see what you did there.
I like that. Love you, Sarah.
It says, hello, you can use my name, which is Sarah, because one, I am out and proud spooky bitch, and two, because pretty much every white woman my age is named Sarah, so I could literally be any white middle -aged bitch on the cul -de -sac.
Obsessed. You can also use my spouse's name because he picked it when he transitioned and we're fucking proud of it.
Hell yeah. Hell yeah.
I've always been fascinated with ghost stories and haunted houses ever since growing up in a giant centuries -old farmhouse as a kid.
I'm sorry, are you me?
I know. I don't believe in ghosts.
Ooh, interesting. I don't believe in ghosts, but I love spooky stuff.
But again, and this is important, I honestly do not think they are, just so you know where I'm coming from in this story.
Until I was about eight, I did believe in ghosts, and I 100 % thought that the house was haunted.
But by the time this story happened, I'd been convinced by my very not -woo -woo family I was just imaginative.
No, it was a ghost. Below is a story that has made me question their assessment and what really happened to me post -Halloween day in this house.
Ooh, the veil was still thin.
Yup. And it says, along with all the side quests, because I have the attention span of a raisin.
so back to this house just so you understand how fucking creepy this place was 10 miles outside the nearest town which was tiny population 1500 which by the way is equal to the number of people who perished in the titanic disaster so every time i hear about the titanic i entire my i imagine my entire hometown floating around dead in the ocean because my brain is a haunted attic and i live live there I have to live there our nearest neighbor was a farm was a farm a mile away when I say I was isolated I mean capital I isolated in the winter the pipes regularly froze and so we had to walk out to
the barn to pump water out of the well like fucking pioneers when the goddamn well froze because we live in Minnesota which everyone says means clear water in the Dakota language but I really wonder if it actually means the fucking horse died so guess we We have to live here now.
And they just don't want to say that.
So when the well froze, we had to melt snow to get water for cooking, drinking, and bathing.
Oh my. And keep in mind, I did not live in ye olde times.
I was born in 1977.
So I am the ass end of Gen X and nearly a millennial.
I was not the haul water from the well generation and yet there I was.
The day after Halloween when I was around nine years old, I was chilling at home by myself Because my parents had to work.
And in the late 70s, if you were old enough to dial 9 -1 -1 in case you died, you were old enough to stay on your own.
I think my mom had that same thought process in the 2000s.
Eek. So I'm sitting on the extremely antique bed in my parents' room, which is the same bed my grandfather died in about 11 years earlier, which we were not rich. So you didn't let a thing like a dead person spoil a perfectly good and very valuable bed.
Oh my, my, my. also because i know you want to know this no we did not buy a new mattress thank you very much i wish you could see my face right now i love you i am shocked so i'm sitting there on the corpse mattress and suddenly i feel spooked and look over towards the doorway of the room and there's a silhouette of a man standing there holding what appeared to be some kind of hatchet or axe hanging by his side that's never good i don't know if you've ever been so scared your your hands tingled?
Yeah, that's how scared I was.
I could not see features.
It was just a dark shape of a person with the sun behind them.
I'm very surprised I did not scream or piss my pants because I'm pretty sure that is what I would do now.
But apparently nine -year -old me was a better adult than 45 -year -old me.
So I just looked at this guy and said slowly to him, I'm going to close my eyes and count to 10.
And when I open them up, you are going to be gone.
Wow. Look at you just taking fucking charge at nine for real and that is that is what i did i closed my eyes and counted out loud one mississippi two mississippi and so on after i hit 10 mississippi i opened my eyes and there was nothing in the doorway and i just went on with my life i love that that ghost was just like all right he was like oh he was like he was like i know who's calling the shots around here yeah he was like all right enough said i just thought i'd imagined it because i was recently converted to my family's belief that i was just imaginative it is an entire different story but my
mom had recently told me stories of how she used to see her deceased brother in dark rooms as as a child or excuse me uh her deceased brother in dark rooms a child and young woman and that is how she got these hallucinations to go away oh holy hell so she saw her deceased brother in dark rooms when she was a child and as a young woman i think is what she's saying i see i see um and that's how she got these hallucinations to go away she said And she says quote unquote hallucinations.
They were hallucinations and she got them to go away that way.
But it was ghosts. I'm not so sure.
So that was that. I once imagined a person in a doorway and I counted to 10 and they went away just like my mom told me would happen.
Clearly just a combination of too much candy, the Halloween vibe and my overactive imagination.
That is until fast forward to me at 43 realizing I have a condition called aphantasia.
Aphantasia? Aphantasia.
I was like, aphantasia.
Aphantasia. Aphantasia.
This condition means that I have a complete inability to voluntarily generate mental images.
Wow. I've never heard of that.
That is fascinating.
That is. I literally can't see things with my imagination.
You know what? I think I saw, and I'm connecting it to TikTok, of course.
I think I saw a TikTok where someone's dad had that.
Really? And they were like trying to have their father conjure an image of them when he closed his eyes and he couldn't do it.
Wow. Like he was having trouble conjuring an image of them.
That's so interesting.
So I have heard of this and it is fascinating.
And I wonder if it, I mean, maybe you'll tell us more, but I'm like, is that frustrating?
Or you, but then you've never had that.
Yeah, you've never had it.
So I guess it wouldn't be a problem.
unless people like other people tell you what it's like to imagine images and then you're like damn I wish I could do that damn that's just wild I know so suddenly as I was sitting there talking to my spouse who does not have aphantasia about what it's like to have absolutely no mind's eye how I could not visualize anything when I closed my eyes during guided meditations how I had said I had an imaginary friend growing up but I could never imagine what they looked like Like, suddenly I went cold.
Very quietly, I said, Micah, I can't see things with my imagination.
Suddenly it dawned on me that the guy in the doorway, I could not have imagined him there.
I literally can't see with my imagination.
Oh, I just gotta chill.
Now, it isn't proof that there was a ghost standing in the doorway as some.
This is people with aphantasia.
Athens, probably. I think it is.
with schizophrenia do experience visual hallucinations and we are just as likely as anyone else to catch a glimpse of something and not see it correctly like when you catch a glimpse of your clothes on the floor and think it's a dead body just me no no see also unlike some i hope it's a fence i feel like it probably i do see visual images of my dreams but i was not asleep at the time i'd been sitting there reading looked up for my book and saw it and after it was gone i went back to reading you're a badass nine -year -old i know i love that you're just like i wish you my pants i've never had a hallucination before
or since in my life and i didn't glimpse that thing i looked at it long enough to say an entire sentence out loud to it before closing my eyes and counting to 10 so while i still refuse to believe in ghosts sarah sarah i think there are things that happen that we have not scienced out yet okay and once we do science them they will all make sense I do wonder what the fuck happened to me that day in late fall and what it means for my skeptic status well that's what I wonder that's the thing I think if you want to look at it from a scientific point of view which I enjoy which yeah I know you love
that and I think it helps to think of it as trapped energy yeah you know and I think ghosts as trapped energy because you say you still refuse to believe in ghosts I think I'm like a a little looser with my skepticism like that when i look at things because i want to believe in ghosts yeah and i do think there's there's something there that i don't understand and i do think something happens after someone's gone because a ghost blew in your ear exactly so that's the thing so i i 100 am open to and i think sarah i think i think we can science you back into this Yes, I feel like it.
Because I think ghosts are pretty sciency.
Yeah, I think they're super biological.
Super biological. You know?
Supernatural biological.
Supernatural. So to clothes, I may have seen a thing I have not believed in since I was in first grade, or for one day in 1986, I had a very vivid visual hallucination of a creeper with a hatchet.
Also, as an elder alphabet mafia, I would like to say that if you're a millennial, Gen Z, or Gen Alpha, Gen Alpha, what are you doing here?
This is not suitable for your widdle baby ears.
And your parents are shitty about you being in the Alphabet Mafia.
I am your new mom, and my spouse is your new dad, and we love you and very proud.
We got you. We 100 % got you.
Sarah and Micah, I love you.
Sarah forever. Oh, I love it.
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i love it so much it says elena nash if you want to share my email for our little rainbow babies who need us we're okay with that sarah you saw a ghost and i feel like so it sounds scary because that person was you know uh carrying a hatchet or an axe yeah scary but you said that you lived in an old farmhouse so maybe it was just somebody whose job used to be like go out and do some farm like cutting shit with an ax or hatchet, and it's like a residual haunting where they were just trapped in the pattern of their daily life.
Maybe they saw that you were a kid, and you were like, I'm going to close my eyes, and you're going to go away, and he was like, oh, shit.
I didn't mean to scare you.
I was just going out to chop some wood.
I didn't mean to freak you out.
Then he just bopped outside.
Maybe it was like a thing in Beetlejuice when he saw you, and he was like, what the fuck is this kid doing in my house?
You were like, what the fuck is this man doing in my house?
He was like, I'm going to go outside, side and you were like I'm gonna keep reading and maybe you both just went about your lives maybe he was like I just saw a ghost yeah you don't know whoa but Sarah and Micah for the win for like I'm the one that's that's cool I like you guys I know I like you guys a lot I like you guys I feel you are one out for you guys hell yeah or two out because there's two of you for mom and dad mom and dad for mom and dad Sarah and Micah I love mom and dad oh that was a good one thanks Sarah and Micah all right so my next one is the time I got yeeted into a cemetery
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stories i'll be submitting as well hell yeah well here we go the time i almost got yeeted into the cemetery by an almost invisible man once upon a time i lived in one of the smallest most redneck towns i have ever ventured into this town was nicknamed crossroads of america because of all the interstates intersected here the ones running north and south as well as the ones running running east and west. The mix of local rednecks and out -of -town truckers always made things interesting, in the way of stories at least. Before I moved to this magical place made up of cornfields, churches, and low -class
sleazy bars, I already had a little knowledge of some of the town's history, because I had friends that had lived there their whole lives and had told me hundreds of stories.
One of the places I initially heard a lot about was a place called Casbar Cemetery.
Supposedly, it was haunted.
Me, coming from an extremely religious family, had never really believed in anything supernatural.
A theme. A theme emerges.
Always. And I always questioned people who told me stories claiming to have experienced or interact with ghosts and spirits.
Almost everyone I knew had some kind of crazy story about this place.
No matter who told me the story or who they were with or how much they swore crazy things happened there.
I still refused to believe it.
No matter how many times I heard about some supernatural experience, I still wasn't convinced.
Until the day I decided to find out for myself.
It was a typical evening in Effingham, Illinois.
Why does that, like, I love saying that.
Effingham? Effingham.
That's great. Like eff -you -ing -ham.
I love it a lot. Effingham.
We were all bored as hell and itching for something to do.
I've been an everyday weed smoker since I was 18, so that was my usual form of entertainment.
My friends would come over and we'd smoke at my house, outside my house, in the car, on the way to go somewhere, and anytime in between.
We always managed to find ourselves on some sort of crazy fun adventure, even if it was just driving down back country roads, smoking, listening to music, and stopping at cool places to take pictures.
Occasionally, we'd go geocaching.
Geocaching. Geocaching.
We were down for anything.
So when the subject of Casbar came up, I was starting to regret having such an open -minded, spontaneous friend group because I knew they would all want to go, and all of them had been before multiple times.
Now, I consider myself a pretty badass bitch, and there aren't many things I'm scared of, but ghosts and spirits?
Hard fucking pass for me.
I'm always the most chill, laid -back person in a group, so everyone knew I would eventually cave. After about 30 minutes of relentless begging and coaxing me, I finally decided I'd go.
What the hell? I wasn't really, it wasn't really haunted anyway, so what was the worst that could happen?
Always the best question to ask.
I know. It's always interesting to be, oh.
What did you just do?
Oh, Baphomet just stabbed my fucking foot, dude.
I don't think we should put it on Baphomet.
I think you struck him with your foot.
I did strike him with my foot, and it hurt so bad.
I don't even care if you leave it in.
Fuck, that hurt. We have a little...
Oh, fuck. Oh, my God.
I just became his sacrifice.
Fuck, dude. Ow. Don't put it on Baff.
I love that you were like, are you okay?
I was like, he did not stab me.
You were like, my boy Baffy didn't do shit.
You just stomped him.
Oh, I did. Sorry, Baffy, but you should be sorry for being so spiky as well.
He's sharp, so be careful.
Yeah. He doesn't like to have his head booped.
Well, we shouldn't have left him on the ground, okay?
Fuck. This was your fault.
you're the worst i hate you i don't hate you um i don't you like just to be clear yeah obviously but yeah just also just to be clear we have like a little statue of baffy and he was on the floor and i like struck my foot down upon him he didn't stab me he did not but that hurt so bad yeah anyways fuck damn it wasn't really haunted oh i was gonna say maybe baffy was like hey don't talk shit but here i am maybe sorry baths i didn't learn uh it's always funny to me when people are like i don't believe in like haunted stuff like the ghosts aren't real but then they're scared to go to a haunted location i'm
like there's like a little part of you believes you know i just always love the what's the worst that can happen i'm like well the universe is conjuring that for you now i'll go around and find out but they said it wasn't completely dark yet so that made me feel a little more comfortable yeah we all piled into the car and got our blunts rolled and our playlists ready.
And the driver's seat was one of my best friends at the time, Jade.
And the passenger seat was my wife at the time.
We'll call her Casey.
I was in the back seat directly behind the driver.
I did just burp through that word. I'm sorry.
And my other friend Minnie was in the back seat next to me.
Although I was not happy about going, this group of people was a good one.
Nobody did drugs besides smoking weed, which isn't a drug.
Nobody had any type of mental health issues and everyone was super chill and down to earth.
I knew none of them would would pretend they saw something that they didn't or purposely try to freak me out.
Anyway, I reluctantly said, let's get this over with before it gets too dark.
So we headed out. To get to Kasbar, you had to go out of town about 10 miles down curvy, narrow country roads.
I fucking love it. I'm into this.
I fucking love it. Honestly, thinking back, it seemed pretty hidden.
You wouldn't know it was there if you didn't know it was there.
And probably for good reason.
But did our stoned asses care?
Fuck no. Fuck no. Fuck no. On the way there, of course, everyone started talking about all the crazy experiences they had out at Casbah.
Red eyes staring at them from the middle of the woods surrounding the cemetery, hearing voices when nobody was there, having car problems while on the property.
You name it. They all had at least three stories apiece about this place.
Whatever. I still didn't believe any of it.
You did. Yes, you did.
Once we got close to Casbah, the road quickly got narrower and narrower.
It's almost like the road is like, you don't want to go here.
It's like, chill. It's like, I don't know.
Hanging crooked from a tree was a faded, barely legible sign that said Casbar Cemetery, with an arrow pointing to an even narrower dirt road.
Doesn't sound sketchy at all, right?
I'm obsessed with this.
I love it. We slowly turned down the road, and when I say narrow, I mean narrow as fuck, y 'all.
There was barely enough room for our car, and definitely not two.
The road was dirt, and there was a ditch on either side that dropped down about five feet.
Fuck that. That makes me nervous, because you feel trapped.
Well, if another car is coming.
Bethany said, that alone made me nervous.
Yeah, there you go.
This road was probably about half a mile long and was surrounded by thick woods and trees that slumped over, creating a blanket of leaves above us, making everything seem darker and creepier than it already was.
As soon as we pulled onto the dirt road, the energy in the air felt different.
Not necessarily bad or scary, just noticeably different.
Because of the shape of the road, we continued on extremely slowly.
A little relevant background info on the place.
Casbah had been called haunted for years and years.
It was very old, and nobody living in the area at the time had any relatives buried there.
Well, maybe like generations ago, but nobody personally knew anyone buried there because the cemetery had been closed many years before any of us were even born.
So if someone was at Kasbar, it was either to do something illegal or try to get something supernatural to happen.
That's awesome, except for the illegal part.
Because the property was known for drug use and other illegal activities, if the owner of the land saw anyone there, he would immediately call all the cops.
So not very often did you run across anyone else out there.
If you did happen to see someone, they usually dipped out fast as hell to avoid getting in trouble.
That makes sense. Anyway, we were about halfway down this dirt road when this dark medium -sized SUV started coming toward us.
Anyone who was familiar with this road knew that it wasn't wide enough for two cars and you had to wait for one car to go all the way down the road before another car could start coming the opposite way.
There was nowhere on this road to pull over, on the side, or to get At first, we figured the person coming toward us would realize the road was too narrow and reverse far enough for us to get past. But instead, he kept coming toward us, moving closer and closer to our side of the road.
This is freaking me out.
I don't like it. We had already moved over to the side as much as we possibly could.
If we moved any more, we would have fallen down in the ditch. It was around dusk at this point, so although we could make out the color and shape of the car coming toward us, we couldn't get a clear picture of what the driver looked like.
His face and head almost looked transparent.
I don't know any other way to describe it.
I could tell that he was white and had dark hair, but that was about it.
He was staring straight at us through his windshield as he continued to get closer and closer to us.
What was he doing? He could obviously tell he was about to run us off the road.
When he was about six feet away from our car, he finally started slowing down and I let out a sigh of relief.
And then something even weirder happened.
happened. Even though the car was fine and had been driving perfectly fine this whole time, all of a sudden the car started veering to the right all by itself.
The driver, Jade, was turning the steering wheel to the left and it kept pulling to the right.
We had two choices, stop the car completely and risk having an interaction with this creepy dude who had tried running us off the road, or continue driving and hope that we could make it down the rest of the road without wrecking.
After seeing the mysterious man had completely stopped We stopped his car at this point.
We decided to keep going.
I can't even explain the pull we felt on the car.
Someone or something was trying to pull us off the side of the road.
And hard. Between worrying about that and trying to figure out who this dude was and why he was trying to run us off the road, my head was spinning.
Finally, we made it to the end of the road into the entrance of the cemetery.
There was a small little spot just big enough to turn around to head out.
We pulled in and sat facing the cemetery so we could keep a watch out for anything strange.
I was praying that nothing scary would happen.
We were only there about 10 minutes when the SUV came speeding into the lot we were in and pulled up right next to us.
I would have shit myself.
Yep. If it had been a cop, he definitely would have gotten out of his vehicle to see what we were doing.
And it was the same car that had tried to run us off the road.
As he slowly pulled up perfectly parallel to our car and came to a stop, our faces all turned white as if we'd seen a ghost. Because maybe we fucking had.
I think you had. I think you had.
To this day, I still cannot accurately describe the description of this man.
Nothing does it justice.
This man definitely had a human body and features, but his face was really almost transparent.
transparent very white but transparent like i feel like people say that about us because we're so pale i was gonna say people say that about me all the time yeah his facial features were a little blurred but we could definitely make out that this was a that it was a man with dark hair medium sized and driving a dark suv this thing kept staring at us it took all of two seconds for me to demand that jade put the fucking car into drive and get the hell out of there i wasn't sticking around to find out what was gonna happen next i hadn't expected to see anything weird while we were there let alone
a man -like creature who seemed to be really unhappy with us after a few more seconds of staring jade finally put the car into drive and started to pull out of the cemetery and onto that god -awful narrow dirt road we got about five feet away from the other vehicle when he jerked his car into drive and peeled out in order to get behind us and quickly this is when the panic really started to set in this definitely was not the owner of the cemetery or even someone who was he and why was he following us aggressively the panic was thick in the air but we were all trying to stay calm to avoid freaking
each other the fuck out this dude kept following us riding our ass like literally he was almost touching our bumper with the front of his car he didn't honk flash his lights or use any hand motion motions to signal signal us to stop so what the fuck did he want to terrorize you literally jade drove as fast as she could but it was very difficult considering the condition of the road the last thing we wanted was to slide off the road or hit anything forcing us to stop the car and dealing with whatever this dude wanted or jade i know like i'm feeling for jade right now seriously i'm also like you're
all stoned while this is happening that's like another level of panic sober you up real quick horrible as i mentioned before this road was about a half a mile long and when you can only go 20 miles an hour and have to dodge potholes and animals it can take a while to get to the end we didn't have too much further to go but it seemed like a thousand miles at this point we were all panicking we were out in the country alone at night with no cell service what were we going to do if he somehow caught up with us or got out of his car or even worse in the next five seconds this dude got as close to
the back of our car as he possibly could i'm sure he was actually probably touching the back of our car with his at this point it definitely seemed like he was trying to run us off the road as fast as possible.
Right when my anxiety hit the fan, I looked up in the rearview mirror, and the dude was gone.
I mean, vanished. His car was nowhere in sight, when one second prior he had been right on our tail.
Remember, this road was so narrow that it wasn't possible to turn around, and there were no other roads to turn down off this road.
He literally had been right there.
What the fuck? fuck oh i'm like that is terrifying and to terrorize you like right to the point and then just be like bye just poof the fuck i announced to everyone in the car that there was uh no longer a creeper behind us no one believed me until they rolled down their windows stuck their heads out and saw for themselves they all were as shook as i was as shook as i was where the fuck did he go by this point we had slowed down to a stop still in shock we sat there for a minute or two thinking That is fucked.
or if he was eventually going to come out onto the main road, but neither happened.
It would be next to impossible to reverse all the way back down that road with all the sharp turns and potholes and ditches.
Did he fucking vanish?
Were we all tripping?
Either way, we all decided right then and there that we would never be visiting that place again.
Although my friends had all been there multiple times and had seen supernatural things happen, for some reason, this was so much scarier.
I've come up with so many explanations in my head for what I think could have happened, but honestly, I think Kasbar was truly haunted, and that some force or spirit did not want us there that day.
From the creepy dude trying to run us off the road, to the even more creepy unknown force trying to pull us off the road, to the ghost -like transparent mystery man tailing us and then disappearing, I've thought about this evening many times, many, many times, and I will never know what truly happened, but it will always be an experience I will never forget.
And next time someone asks me me to go with them to the haunted cemetery i'll probably just say no thanks for reading ladies and keep it weird but not so weird that take it away ash not so weird that you get convinced to go to a spooky cemetery while you're super duper zooted and you drive all the way there and you get ran off the road almost and the guy disappears that was a scary fucking tale that was really freaky man that's a good little spooky tale right there i don't like it i cannot i can't give you you an explanation for that yeah i really hate it but i'm sure that changed your view of uh
of haunted things because how do you explain that yeah i don't know how you explain that at all damn bethany i feel for you i feel for jade most of all for having to drive to be honest i'm very i'm like jade you okay yeah that's traumatizing that's a lot having that on your shoulders you're like i can't make this fall into the ditch because everyone will die maybe i just don't know that's so scary damn all right well the next one is listener tale the time a double murderer stayed in my guest room for a week oh yeah just that hello elena and ash i've been binging binging your podcast for the past
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Ooh, Oh, your house is beautiful.
I am going to censor this listener's name and also the name of the double murder in here because they did not specifically state whether we could use it and it feels a little precarious to me.
So I just don't want to put anybody in a weird spot.
Yeah. So I, Nicole.
That's my middle name.
There you go. So I, Nicole, found myself listening to a listener tale today and realized exactly why i'm addicted to listening to your podcast especially the listener tales see i knew you guys you guys love them i caught myself totally engaged while following a three minute discussion of whether peanut butter is savory or not when it clicked it is i too have a stream of consciousness that makes absolutely random connections and leaps like you two do and it feels so comfortable to just listen to yours i love this constant loosely connected stream of consciousness so much even so much even with this when the stories
range from home invasions to demon possessions I settle in to listen to you to you Elena and Ash and I feel like I'm wrapping myself up in a well -worn and favorite quilt that is the perfect texture and weight I think that might be the best compliment I've ever received thing we are your quilt I also am such a blankety girly yeah like as I put like a blanket robe on as I put my blankety robe on right now I love that is a high compliment that is great I just got a really cute Halloween blanket that I'm gonna get you one of two.
Oh, I love it. I meant to tell you that earlier.
Thanks. I'm excited.
Yeah. I have a few stories to share with you today, and I guess I will do this in consecutive order because why not?
I will start with the time a murderer came to stay in my guest room for a week.
I have to confess that I am Generation X and I used to listen to Art Bell.
Think mature white dude with a bent for conspiracy and the unusual on the radio.
I know who Art Bell is.
From midnight to 2 a .m. when I couldn't fall asleep.
Counterintuitive, I know, but I could fall asleep sleep to stories and interviews about ghosts, all things paranormal, as well as government conspiracies.
The only stories that truly freaked me out were the alien abduction episodes.
For a couple weeks after those shows, I would constantly jerk awake positive that I would be sucked out from my home through the closed windows to be probed and no amount of blankets would save me.
The point to my ramblings is my openness to all things strange and scary, which you would think would have made me a little more discerning about who I allowed into my home.
Anyways, fast Fast forward to several years later when I bought my first home.
I had a guest room that occasionally was used as such. But one day my cousin, I'll say Zoe, called me and asked if she could rent the room as she just got a job in Calgary.
I happily agreed as I was struggling with all the associated expenses.
Why was that so hard to say?
Associated expenses.
It's a lot of S's. Yeah, associated expenses that I took on with homeownership and could use the rental income.
When Zoe moved in, or perhaps in the phone call when she asked me to live with me, she told me in full transparency that her boyfriend, Carl, Carl!
Who would not be moving to Calgary with her, had been charged that year with the double homicide of his landlords in British Columbia.
Oh! In spite of them finding his DNA on the tape used to tie them up, he was released eventually as there was insufficient evidence to convict him blink blink blink blink so he assured me that of course he didn't do it i naively believed her and she moved in oh my but the dna do be there a few months after my cousin took up residence all was going well and zoe informed me that carl the murder suspect boyfriend was coming to calgary to visit her and she asked if i was okay for him to stay in her room with her no accommodating soul that i am I agreed to this as long as they were both okay with sharing
her single bed for a week.
She assured me this was good with them, and so he came to stay.
The murderer? Nicole!
Nicole! While Carl was visiting, I did not see him hardly at all, as they were busy both in my cousin's room and going out on the town.
The week passed with zero incidents, and I think I only spoke to him when he first arrived.
A few weeks passed following Carl's visit, and I came home after work and was visiting with Zoe at the kitchen table when I noticed a business card laying on the table.
I picked it up to read that it belonged to a constable of the RCMP, Royal Canadian Mounted Police, for non -Canadians.
I was confused about what it was doing there, and my cousin brushed it off as nothing.
I'd be like, you're putting me in danger, girl.
Truly, the police officer had a few questions for her, likely triggered by Carl's visit.
She assured me that they were just asking her routine follow -up questions, trying to find out if he had shared any details about the murder with her.
You know the one that he didn't commit.
During his stay or any time previously.
But she assured me that as he had not murdered anyone, there was nothing to tell.
Again, I believed her.
You're a good -ass cousin.
You're the best cousin.
Can I say to any of my cousins listening?
Nah. Let me tell any of my cousins, I'm not that good of a cousin.
No, me either. The next few months that Zoe lived with me, our landline had a hollow echo, and this persisted until I moved a year or so later.
What? Where your phone stopped.
100 % I found out much later that while she lived with me and for a time afterwards My home was not only under surveillance But our phone had been tapped As they still believed they had arrested the right suspect But lack of evidence to prove it yet Yo Zoe eventually moved with Carl to Quebec And I learned a couple years later that she and the Carl She and the Carl It says the Yeah I like that She and the Carl had been befriended by a couple of undercover police officers As part of a Mr. Big Sting operation operation and the police finally were able to collect enough evidence likely in the form
of a confession for them to arrest and eventually convict him of double homicide um i forget the case where i learned about mr big uh sting operations but i love that they're called mr big yeah it was only then i found out the details he had brutally murdered the couple and attempted to obscure evidence by lighting the home on fire i googled carl again recently and found out that That he will be eligible for parole in the next couple of years.
Bullshit. That is why we took out a small part that could have like kind of connected it to what this is.
Because again, I don't know if this listener would like to be connected.
Yeah, yeah. We're just looking out for you, girlies.
Just looking out for you.
I am grateful that I was as oblivious as I was during that time since it turned out okay.
I was not at risk as the murders had been drug related.
So the risk to my law abiding person was really very low.
but still geez was i naive and accepting to allow even someone who had been charged with murder into my home i mean i actually shared a toilet and a shower with a convicted murderer and i am much more discerning now that's quite a thought damn if that's not enough excitement in my life let me tell you about how recently a ghost showed up in our team zoom meeting i've been dying for that to happen and it never has the company i worked for returned to the offices in july of 2021.
After almost a year of working from home, and like many offices, we continued to do staff meetings for the entire office staff by Zoom, as we did not have a big enough space to sit six feet apart.
Anyways, as bizarre as being back in the office in order to meet in person, but then having to close our office doors to prevent echo while instead meeting on Zoom was, let's throw the office ghost into the mix.
Prior to the era, we shall name work from home.
We had several unusual unusual occurrences in the woman's washroom our paper towel dispensers were battery operated the kind you had to wave your hand in front of to the sensor to activate weekly at minimum and often more frequently i would be sitting in the stall for a few minutes and while no other person was in the washroom the dispenser would activate only the one on the left hand side and only after it had been behind the closed stall door only after you had been behind the closed stall door for a a couple minutes the right one never activated except the normal way but the left one would dispense
so often that the battery drained several times during the time i worked there and i don't recall the right side ever needing to be replaced what the fuck additionally i had a couple of co -workers who used the middle stall not my stall of choice who were freaked out when the water in the toilet bowl became boiling hot while they were seated what the fuck it wasn't until later that either one admitted this because they were afraid of being called crazy but the one co -worker told me she even jumped up and held her hand closely above the water and it was steaming hot i'm like you should probably
tell someone about that but i digress anyways following our return to the office paranormal activity in the washroom increased and instead of just dispensing a single sheet of paper towel i noticed one particular day that there was a tall stack sitting on the counter, where it had to spend several feet of paper towel, and while still connected to the holder, it was neatly piled back and forth on itself in a stack.
I mean, okay. At least they're neat.
Yeah, you know. The building operator had decided at this time that they were tired of being called to replace batteries, so instead, so removed the automatic dispensers and replaced them with the old -fashioned manual press to release ones.
At this same time, they also installed automatic flush toilets, so our resident ghost took to making the toilet flush a second time.
After the stall was exited and we were about to leave the washroom.
He's like, let me one -up you.
He's like, we really got to get this gone.
I share all this boring run -of -the -mill ghostly activity to explain what happened next.
One fine day, about a month after being back in the office full -time, we all jumped onto our respective computers to join the Zoom team meeting.
Let me remind you that we were all separated by our individual offices and had our doors closed.
Mine was actually locked because I always forgot to take off the automatic lock.
This is important later in my story.
Anyway, we were proceeding with the meeting as per usual, if a Zoom staff meeting can be termed usual, when my boss interrupted the meeting to ask, can I ask you all something?
Of course we all agreed, and she went on to inquire if anyone else could see the man standing behind Nicole.
That would be me. I laughed it off and said that it was just the office ghost and also pointed out the big emu picture hanging behind me saying that is perhaps what she had seen.
Everyone had a good laugh about the office ghost and we went on with the meeting.
Later in the day, my boss and another coworker were discussing the sighting and he finally fessed up that he had seen the same figure that had not thought any, but had not thought anything of it as he had been used to seeing various alive family members pass in the background of his online students for so long that it didn't register.
oh so he's like oh i just thought it was somebody passing that right my boss described seeing a man come behind me and he bent over as if picking something up my co -worker then described seeing a man in a plaid shirt pants suspenders and a cap standing behind me before the man turned and exited out my doorway which i will remind you was not only closed but also locked at the time and is like you would have heard it open so like why you just walk through the door yeah right When I was telling our admin what they said about what they saw, she also admitted that a few minutes prior to my boss interrupting
the meeting with her odd question, and with all other staff behind their respective office doors, plus visible on camera for the meeting, a voice had called her by name from behind where she was seated.
Two times, and no one was there.
No client could have entered as the doors were locked because we were closed for the meeting, and she would have seen them enter anyways because her desk faced the entry door.
Shortly after she heard a disembodied voice call her name, my boss interrupted the meeting to ask about the man standing behind me on camera.
I wish that we had been recording the meeting as I cannot explain how only two people saw him and I was not one of those people in spite of being the one that the ghost was standing behind.
I later asked the local historian about buildings on the property prior to the office building, which is about 30 years old.
He told me that at the office location had been a few homes in the early 1900s that had been chopped up into smaller apartments, and that it was likely that there may have been a few single males renting any one of those apartments at one point.
I have always considered the office ghost to be a friendly sort, and he always gave off helpful custodian vibes.
He was likely in my office fussing over a few things that had been lobbed towards the wastebasket and had not quite made it in.
I'd even spent a few evenings alone at work catching up on files so I could work while not being interrupted by coworkers and clients, but never once felt unsettled, even when the janitorial staff had finished and turned off most of the lights before leaving for the evening.
Perhaps he was just watching out for me.
I like that. I like that a lot.
Now, if that isn't enough strangeness, let me tell you about the time my moon water leapt off my living room stool and spilled all over the floor.
Not the moon water!
A few years back, before I moved into my current home, I was renting an apartment in an old building.
I did experience a few odd things there and eventually I got the hell out after the final incident.
But I digress. During the pandemic, I started to become more spiritual versus religious and began to explore my pagan roots.
Hell yeah. Think crystals and moon water rituals, etc. Oh, we know.
On the second full moon in October, which so happened to also fall on a full moon in 2021, I decided to make moon water.
It was supposed to be a super potent falling It was supposed to be super potent falling on this auspicious supermoon plus all hallows eve So I decided to use one of those big ass pickle jars that holds a couple gallons Because of some it is if some moon water is good.
Well more is better, right?
Hell Yeah I made my moon water that night ensuring I put it away in my linen closet before the morning light hit it because I was not Sure how I wanted to use it yet and because well adhd I completely forgot about it until a couple months later A couple months later, I decided to clean out my linen closet and found the moon water and proceeded to move it as far as my living room stool slash ottoman, where it sat for a few more weeks.
Because if you have ADHD and have ever cleaned out a closet, you know.
One day, while I was speaking with a client over the phone, the jar leapt from the stool and proceeded to spill all over my living room floor.
I shouted, dropped my phone with the client still attached, and jumped up to grab towels to mop it up, all while said client was wondering what had just happened.
I didn't have the heart to tell him that my moon water got tired of not being used and decided to cleanse my living space in one fell swoop I had a few unexplainable experiences in the same apartment and a few weeks after the moon water episode I also had a very lovely visitation from a deceased loved one that I had hoped to encounter for some years but never did until 2021 that's beautiful about 20 years ago I adopted a lovely black and tan mini how do you say this one dachshund There you go.
Named Toby, who was my soul dog.
I have had dogs before him and since, but none I have connected with quite like Toby.
I mean, he licked my ankles dry when I got out of the shower, and how can you replace that?
Toby had passed around the time period, and I had been falling asleep listening to late -night radio with Art Bell, and Art would interview people who had lost a beloved pet and had experienced a ghostly visit from the pet after they had passed.
I used to wish desperately that Toby would do that to me.
But alas, he never did.
Until he did. Fast forward to 2021 and I'd brought home a chihuahua named Chloe to foster because she bit everyone, including me when she first met me.
Chloe was, and it says foster, quote unquote.
Right. Chloe was more comfortable sleeping out in the living room following a good night snuggle.
but Wesley and Jax my other two dogs preferred to sleep in my bed and touching me anyway it was the wee hours of the morning and I was still half asleep and trying to decide if I could fall back to full sleep or if I had to stumble to the washroom to pee without waking myself up oh the worst I remember smiling to myself because I could feel Jax down by my calves Wesley had his usual roost up on my pillow wrapped around my shoulder and I could feel Chloe tucked in behind my knees under the blankets I felt so loved and grateful that Chloe felt part of the pack enough to snuggle go right in just
then i heard a tikka tikka tikka of chihuahua toenails on the laminate flooring as chloe came from the living room and entered the bedroom i reached down behind my knees and there was no dog there i knew that even toby had finally come for a visit and tucked himself into his favorite place under the covers in the crook of my knees ruin me later that week while i was eating at a restaurant with a good friend who happens to see ghosts routinely she stopped in the middle of what she was saying to look oddly at me and she told me there was a short -legged black dog around me in said restaurant and it
confirmed that i was not losing my mind i then told her what had happened earlier and she said yes he's watching over you i will conclude this rambling episode with more one more weird story also related to the same apartment about a year before i moved there i smelled smoke off and on one evening for about 15 minutes in spite of covering the entire apartment while sniffing like a bloodhound I could not locate the source of the hot electrical smoke smell.
I unplugged everything frantically and continued sniffing until my breaker blew suddenly.
I discovered that my fridge, which had been closely wedged in an enclosed space, had likely overheated and had shorted, causing the motor to blow.
When I pulled the fridge out and looked, the hot wire had melted the insulated coating and melted right through, but thankfully tripped the breaker before starting a fire.
this was inconvenient to be sure but on life went a few months later I was in a Zoom meeting as I was working from home at the time when I heard a loud banging on my door down at street level as I lived in a sketchy area I never answered my door unless someone was texting that they were here and I needed to let them in so I ignored the banging when it happened again and louder I threw up the window to shout down to tell them to leave me alone only to see faces looking up at me and a fire rig parked down the street what the heck So I evacuated and let the fire department tramp through my apartment
looking for hot spots as the business downstairs could smell smoke, but no one could locate a source.
It turned out to be a ballast in an overhead light in the business space below that almost started a fire, but they located and removed the light and all was good for a while.
A few months later, I was again working from home and a repeat of loud banging occurred and it was very frantic, so I immediately stuck my head out the window to find out what the problem was.
I saw upturned faces and people pointing up and screams to grab my dogs and get out that the roof was on fire.
This time another electrical fire started.
This time in the back apartments and flames were leaping from the windows to the roof.
The back apartment had a dog that thankfully got out the window and onto the roof and was rescued by neighboring business people.
After that very traumatizing day and the third electrical fire incident, I decided I didn't need any further hints that I needed to move.
For real. I located a house to rent and now live in a 120 -year -old heritage home on the edge of a park and walking trails with flower beds and grass and beautiful trees I love my little home with badly painted walls and scratched floors and add -on washroom over what used to be a coal chute remember that indoor plumbing was only made common in all homes in the 40s and 50s the energy here was has really felt lovely from the start but I did smudge it upon moving in and and I've never experienced anything odd in spite of the original owner reading tea leaves and tarot.
I did notice that someone long before me had tied bells to both the screen door and the interior door, and I wonder if that had been enough to warn away unwanted energies.
I added my own touch, a beautiful broom which can be used to protect the doorway and to sweep out unwanted energy when negative still -alive people leave. Thank you for reading my odd assortment of stories, as i'm sure this is the only place i can share all of them together without ending up on a 48 hour hold at a hospital keep it weird but not so weird that you end up agreeing to host a murderer for a week and end up with your phone stabbed and under police surveillance what a wild life you have what a fucking journey you just took me on girl my goodness holy shit nicole that is wild .com and yeah
like the we took out the one little part where i kind of identified what murder this was it's just because I really don't want to connect this person to it if you know you just don't know yeah yeah so that was a wild story seriously and damn and your baby your little fur babies are adorable I know they're so cute and I love little chihuahua and I love your broom and your bells and you're just that she showed us a little corner of her home and it looks like my fucking dream it's like cozy af yeah I love it do we have time for one more I think we have time for one more all right i'm gonna do listener
tale a ghost saved my husband's family question mark and it has an attached put of it says hey morbid ladies my name is paula and please say my name oh but it was a walter white reference sorry oh i got the wrong reference there you were destiny's child you know you know we all have different same thoughts i'm a big fan of the podcast every day when my daughter goes down for her nap my earbud goes in and your lovely voices grace my earballs i also wanted to say that i loved the butcher and the room the run.
Elena, please write more.
I did. She did. Thank you.
I received it the day it was released from my best friend who is a fellow morbid listener.
Shout out Mallory. Love you.
We love you Mallory.
We love Mallory too.
Anyway, here goes. So here goes my long tale about a ghost who saved my husband's family from a fire and also a myriad of other things that have happened to me over the last 34 years.
I love that this is also like a Miss Mosh episode of like, I'm going to tell you all my tales.
All my spooky shit.
I love it. Let's start from the beginning.
It's the best best place to start.
My husband, Rob's family, bought an old house in the mountains of Pennsylvania surrounded by state forest land 34 years ago when my husband was born.
They've used this house for a family getaway since then for hunting, fishing, four -wheeling, and a host of other things that would cause you ladies to inevitably say, fresh air is for dead people.
This house was built in the 1800s sometime, and one of the previous deeds to the house stated that the owner would sell the the house and land for a dollar as long as he could stay there until he died and he did nice awesome rob's whole family has stories upon stories of things that have happened in that house my mother -in -law tells the story of when she was sitting on one of the old ass dirt original beds that they still have oh old ass i was like old ass dirt i was like a dirt bed old as dirt original beds that they still have you know the kind that sink and creek and are on metal hospital box
type springs when she felt someone sit down next to her she thought it was one of her kids who were little at the time she looked around nope no one was there to which i say why would you keep the original creepy furniture in this place yeah that's a that's a no for me it's you know it's for the vibes it's a no for me she also has stories of thinking someone was downstairs making cake in the middle of the night because she smelled it oh that's lovely so at least this ghost loves their carbs hell yeah i personally have also smelled things cooking to which i say Nope, nope, nope.
See, I kind of love that.
I say yes, yes, yes.
I'm like, thank you for filling my home with good smelly vibes.
Yeah, we love it. And aromatic, ghosty.
Yeah. Then there is the apparition that my sister -in -law has seen off and on her whole life.
In the living room, there's this big window that you can look out and see wildlife that may come down the hill as well as the fire pit.
That's beautiful. She says she's seen a man sitting at the campfire when no one was out there.
She describes the man as wearing boots, flannel, and some type of worn brown pants and a brown hat.
She says she's also seen him a second time in one of the bedrooms upstairs.
This room called the ghost room for reasons that I'll state later.
Let's not forget about the regular footsteps that are heard from everyone, myself included.
Oh, and the time a neighbor who mows the lawn since our family doesn't live locally sitting on the porch one day after mowing and hearing furniture inside moving.
There was also the time my mother and father -in -law were laying in their bed and saw lights flickering across the ceiling.
They didn't know the other one was awake and saw the same thing until the next morning when they both described what they saw.
Oh my god, I love that.
That's wild. Cabinets being opened in the morning upon waking up.
The mantle in the living room has old items on it, one of which was a newspaper clipping.
I forget what the font of it said.
The front of it. Oh, the front of it said.
Excuse me. However, once my in -laws found the same newspaper clipping picture floating a few inches from the ground, nothing around it.
And it was turned so that you could see the back of it, which was an obituary reading.
Ooh. Ooh, that's wild.
I attached pictures of this phenomenon.
Typical poltergeist activity.
No big deal, right?
No big deal. Ugh, it is a big deal, guys.
Then they tell these stories as if they're talking about a silly family cat that causes mischief, and they laugh about it.
Nuts, I tell you. That is nuts.
You put a picture. Can you turn it to me, because I don't want to lose my place.
Yeah, let me make it big.
Make it big, because I can't see.
So this is it. Oh, my God.
and then what the fuck it's floating that's some matilda shit right there honey so this leads me to the main story the fire it was a cold friday night in february and rob's family was heading up to the house this was in the 90s and 90s kevin on tiktok of course it was rob's two parents his grandmom him and his two sisters all who were little at the time it was freezing upon arrival arrival this house has an old wood burning stove in the living room which is used to heat the whole house so as to be expected upon arrival they got the fire going as they unloaded after this was all done it was after midnight
and everyone was very tired around 2 a .m grandmom woke up oh excuse me woke everyone up saying there was smoke in the hallway she'd been asleep and heard one of the kids coughing she felt someone push her hard in the back and she figured it was the coughing child who came to wake her as she turned around to see who it was all she saw was the smoke -filled hallway way so someone was warning her so she ran to wake up the family every other family member was in their beds no family member pushed her awake holy shit they got everyone up called 9 -1 -1 and my father -in -law began trying to put out the fire
which had begun downstairs in the wood -burning stove they didn't see open flames just about just a lot of smoke where the pipe met the wall the fire department came quickly despite this place being in the legit middle of nowhere they put out the fire the neighbor let the family sleep at his house and everyone was safe The next day, Grandmom told everybody what had happened and how she'd mysteriously been pushed awake, which could have very well saved everyone's life.
Absolutely. That's wild.
The room Grandmom slept in has been called the Ghost Room ever since.
It seems most activity has happened there, this being the biggest thing.
No one ever sleeps in there.
It's barely used. That is, until my daughter was born in 2020, and we moved back to the Northeast where we could visit frequently and take care of the house.
That's right. right i inherited the ghost hell yeah me who wakes rob up every time i have to go downstairs to pee in the night because i'm afraid now i'm the caretaker of this estate along with my husband that's awesome i can do this yeah so my toddler in you i love it i love that you're like i can do this like i am convincing myself right now so my toddler requires 340 things plugged into sleep you know how it goes sure do white noise monitor nightlight all the things yep and this room has Has the most outlets.
So now we call it Addie's room.
I don't know if I ever want to think of it – I don't know if I ever want her to think of it as the ghost room.
Nothing ever bad has come from all these occurrences, only good.
I do, however, always feel like I'm looking over my shoulder and always waiting for something creepy to happen with the baby monitor.
But nothing yet. I feel like it's a good ghost. It, like, saved the family.
So I feel like it's actually, like, a protective thing.
Entity, which is nice.
I wonder if it's the man who, like, loved that house so much and realizes how much your family loves it.
So he's like, you know what?
I'm going to keep everybody safe here.
Yeah. So this is a story of our mountain house in the Pennsylvania wilderness.
Jesus. Sorry, I couldn't say that.
I attached a picture of the floating obituary as well as my daughter living her best life playing there.
So cute. Adorable. I'm terrified of this place even though I hold it close to my heart and love it.
We haven't had any occurrences in the last several years so maybe whatever it was has finally been put to rest. Or maybe it was all in our heads.
Yeah, let's go with that.
No way. It's protected.
Never. Keep it weird, ladies, but not so weird that you buy a super old house with a creepy -ass house deed and then decide to keep all the old creepy furniture inside of it, leaving whatever is haunted to stay comfortable amongst their own things.
And not so weird that when things start happening to everyone, you just laugh it off and not do anything about it and just assume it's an angel or a friendly ghost somewhere, when in reality, it could be something even worse, and nothing bad has just happened yet.
But do keep it so weird that you're a kind neighbor who lets a family come stay at your house when theirs catches on fire.
All of that, but I still think it's a nice, friendly ghost. I think so, too.
I'm gonna go with it.
I think you're right.
I think it's your daughter's so cute your daughter's literally so adorable I think it's like the original owner that's like I love this house and you guys clearly love this house I'm gonna help you love this house the floating obituary is wild that's truly something you got a floating obituary there guys you did the damn thing for October you always do and I hope that we did too because I think we only have like one more October thing for you so party be safe on hallows eve be safe and be spooky and be awesome and vibe forever and keep sending listener tales so we hope you keep listening and we
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