Listener Tales 79 | Morbid | Podcast | Forensic Files

Hey, weirdos. I'm Ash. And I'm Elena. And 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 know. Every month, I think. Every month, I think it is. It feels so
far between listener tales. I know, it really does. I wish we were allowed to do more.
Yeah, cuz 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 steal. And I'm going to start with one that's titled listener tale, what the
[ __ ] [ __ ] did I see? I hope you tell me cuz I don't know. I wasn't there. so. And this one begins spooky tidings,
queens. Spooky tidings. I love that. Attached is a photo of what I saw when I was a wee [ __ ] that is
seriously disturb 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-spaced pages because I'm a wordy dumbass.
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. are the kind of people that in school
they have those little like um 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. Uh
also, there's a little message at the end to you guys that you can decide what to do with. Best witches, 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 [ __ ] and two, because pretty much every white woman my age is
named Sarah, so I could literally be any white middle-aged [ __ ] on the cul-de-sac.
Obsessed. You can also use my spouse's name because he picked it when he transitioned, and we're [ __ ] 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. Wow. I don't believe in ghosts, but I love spooky stuff. Uh 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 be been convinced by my very not woo-woo family I was just imaginative.
No, it was ghosts. 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 plot is still thin. Yep. 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 [ __ ] creepy this place was 10 miles outside the nearest town,
which was tiny, population 1,500, 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 I imagine my entire hometown floating around dead in
the ocean because my brain is a haunted attic, and I 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 [ __ ]
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 [ __ ] horse died, so guess 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 old 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 911 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 was 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 shook. 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 hands tingle? 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 [ __ ] 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, sounds good. 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. Uh 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. Huh. Holy hell. So, she saw her deceased brother in dark
rooms when she was a child and as a young woman. Oh, I see, I see, I see. Um and that's how she got these
hallucinations to go away, she said. And and she says quote-unquote hallucinations.
and she got them to go away that way, but they were 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 it 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. Aphantasia. I was like, "Aphantasia." This condition means that I have a
complete inability to voluntarily generate mental images. Wow, I've never heard of that.
fascinating. That is. I literally can't see things with my imagination. You know what?
I think I saw it, and this is 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. 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 I mean, maybe
you'll tell us more, but I'm like, is that frustrating or you cuz but you've never had that.
had it, so 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,
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.
Whoa, I just got a chill. Now, it isn't proof that there was a ghost standing in the doorway as some Is
it This is people with aphantasia, so aphants? 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,
just you. Also, unlike some I I hope it's aphants. I feel like it probably is. I do see visual images in my dreams,
but I was not asleep at the time. I'd been sitting there reading, looked up from my book, and saw it. And after it
was gone, I went back to reading. You're a badass nine-year-old. 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 [ __ ] 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?
Like ghosts as trapped energy. Cuz you say you still refuse to believe in ghosts. I think I'm like 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. Cuz a ghost blew in your ear. Exactly. So, that's the thing. So, I I
100% am open to And I think ghosts Sarah. I think I think we can science you back into this. I feel like
it. I think ghosts are pretty science-y. Yeah, I think they're super biological.
Super biological. Supernatural biological. Supernatural. So, to close, 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
little 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! Oh my god,
I love you. Sarah forever! Oh, I love it. I love it so much. It says, "Alaina 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, I was scared. But, you said that
you lived in an old farmhouse, so maybe it was just somebody whose job used to like go out and do some farm [ __ ] Yeah.
Cutting [ __ ] with an axe or hatchet, and they were kind of It's like a residual
haunting where they were just trapped in like the pattern of their daily life. Yeah. You know?
And maybe they like 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, [ __ ] Like, I was Like, I didn't mean to scare you.
just going out to chop some wood. I didn't mean to freak you out." And then he just like bopped outside. And maybe
it was like a thing like in Beetlejuice when like he saw you, and he was like, "What the [ __ ] is this kid doing in my
house?" And you were like, "What the [ __ ] is this man doing in my house?" like, "I'm going to go outside." And you
were like, "I'm going to 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 That's That's cool. I like you
guys. I like you guys a lot. you guys. I feel you. My heart went out for you guys. Hell yeah.
Or two out cuz there's two of you. For for mom and dad. Mom and dad. For mom and dad, Sarah and Micah.
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 by an almost invisible man. Listener tale. Ooh, I'm in. And let me open the doc. It says, "Hey, best
friends. My name is Bethany, and I'm obsessed with your podcast. I like your name." Hell yeah. "Morbid is pretty much
the only one I listen to. Thank you." god. "I tried hard to get into other ones, but you ladies just take the
cake." god, I love cake. Thank you. going to say that. I love cake, too. "The way you guys present the material
in such a funny way while also showing respect and tribute to the victims is one of the reason is just one of the
reasons I love y'all." Thank you. "My wife, Katie, and I listen to you every time we get in the car. What's music
anymore?" I love you guys. That's how I feel about Watch What Ha- Uh Crappens. Yep. It's like all I listen
to. "Uh I doubt you guys will ever do a live show in boring ass Illinois, and I said
that on purpose. Oh. But, it's just a silly joke. That made me upset. Good. "But, I hope to attend one
somewhere soon. Unfortunately, this is not a put a foot up because technology, but I still used an easy font to read,
and it's double spaced. Sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes. I have a psychology degree, not an English
degree. Haha. Hope you ladies enjoy, and I hope to hear this on the podcast soon.
I have several other 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 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
most Or excuse me, 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 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 interacted 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. It's just like Effingham.
Effingham. That's great. Like effing him. I love it a lot. Effingham. We were all bored as hell and itching
for something to do. I've been and Sorry, 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 [ __ ] and there aren't
many things I'm scared of, but ghosts and spirits, hard [ __ ] 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 What did you just do? Oh, Baphomet just stabbed my [ __ ]
foot, dude. I don't think we should put it on Baphomet. I think you struck him with
your foot. strike him with my foot, and it hurt so bad. I don't even care if you leave it
in, but [ __ ] that hurt. We have a little [ __ ] Oh my god, I just became the sacrifice.
[ __ ] dude. Ow. Don't put it on Baphomet. I love that you were like, "Are you okay?" I was like, "He did not
stab me." "My boy Baphy didn't do shit." You just stomped him. Oh, I did. Sorry, Baphy, but you should
be sorry for being so spiky as well. Oh. He's sharp, so be careful. Yeah. He doesn't like to have his head
booped. Well, you shouldn't have left him on the ground, okay? [ __ ] This was your fault. You're the worst.
I hate you. I don't hate you. I don't hate you. Well, just to be clear. But, yeah, just also just to be clear,
we have like a little statue of Baphy, 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. [ __ ] Damn. It wasn't really haunted. Oh, I
was going to say, maybe Baphy was like, "Hey, don't talk shit." But, here I am. Sorry, Baph. So, I didn't learn.
Uh it's always funny to me when people are like, "I don't believe in like haunted stuff. Like, ghosts aren't
real." But, then they're scared to go to a haunted location. Like, you don't know
what you believe, you know? I just always love the what's the worst that can happen. I'm like, well, the the
universe is conjuring that for you now. [ __ ] 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. In the driver's seat was one of my best friends at the time, Jade. In
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 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 Casbar, you had to go out of town about 10 miles down curvy, narrow country roads. I [ __ ]
love it. I'm into this. [ __ ] 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? [ __ ] no. [ __ ]
no. [ __ ] no. On the way there, of course, everyone started talking about all the crazy experiences they had out
at Casbar. 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. did. Once we got close to Casbar, the road quickly got narrower and narrower. It's
almost like the road is like, you don't want to go here. 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 [ __ ] 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 5
ft. [ __ ] that. That makes me nervous cuz you feel trapped. Well, if another car's
coming. Bethany said, that alone made me nervous. 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. Casbar 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 Casbar, 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 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 out of the way. 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 6 ft
away from our car, he finally started slowing down, and I let out a sigh of relief. And then, something even weirder
happened. Even though the car was fine and had been driving perfectly fine this whole time, all of the 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 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 in 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 SUV SUV I don't
know what happened to me. So, when the SUV came speeding into the lot we were in and pulled up right next to
us, I would have [ __ ] 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 pulled 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 [ __ ] 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. Very white, but
transparent-like. I feel like people say that about us cuz we're so pale. I was going to 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 2 seconds for me to demand that Jade put the [ __ ] car into drive and get the hell
out of there. I wasn't sticking around to find out what was going to 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 5 ft 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 visiting a grave. 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 [ __ ] 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 motions to signal us to stop. So, what the [ __ ] 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. 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 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 5 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 1 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 [ __ ] I like that is terrifying. And to
terrorize you like right to the point and then just be like, bye. Bye. Just poof. The [ __ ] I announced to
everyone in the car that there was a 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
[ __ ] 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 and going over what had just happened. We had all seen it. None of us were on any drugs besides the weed that
we had smoked, and we all recalled the exact same details. That is [ __ ] The end of the road was literally 50 yards
in front of us. Jade put the car in drive and sped to that the end of the road. We pulled out onto the paved road and
sat and waited. We didn't know what we were waiting for, but I think we were all hoping to discover some sort of
explanation, but the dude never came out. We waited for probably 30 minutes trying to see if he had reversed all the
way back to the cemetery 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 [ __ ] 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 Casbar
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 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 got 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 [ __ ] tale. That was really freaky, man. That's a good little spooky tale right
there. I don't like it. I can't give you an explanation for that. Yeah, I really hate it, but I'm sure
that changed your view of of haunted things cuz cuz how do you explain that? Yeah, I
don't know how you explain that at all. at all. Damn, Bethany. Oof. 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, are 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, cuz everyone will die maybe.
Like 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 your podcast for the past couple months and just had to share a few of my own experiences with you both.
The first is about the time my path my path crossed with a double murderer and segs into the paranormal. Well, I love
all this. Ooh. I look forward to hearing your reactions when and if you choose to
read this on listener tales episodes, but regardless, I know you two will appreciate the random collection of
events and happenings. Enjoy. Yay. PS, I'm also attaching photos of my current furry friends, Wesley, Jax, and
Chloe. Oh. Oh my god. All our rescues. Oh, I love it. I love them so much. Oh my god.
When you live in an 120-year-old house, I love that. And Jax is a Cheweenie. A Cheweenie.
That's a great a great name for a dog or a great name for a dog breed. Ooh, your
house is beautiful. Um I am going to censor this listener's name and also the name of the double murderer 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. Um so I m- Nicole That's my middle name.
There you go. 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 love them.
I caught myself totally engaged while following a 3-minute discussion of whether peanut butter is savory or not.
When it clicked, 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 on like a blankety robe As I put my blankety robe on right
now, so that is a high compliment. great. I just got a really cute Halloween blanket that I'm going to get
you one of, too. And I meant to tell you that earlier. Thanks. 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 I know who Art Bell is. Mhm. From
midnight to 2:00 a.m. when I couldn't fall asleep. Counterintuitive, I know, but I could fall asleep 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 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 uh Zoe 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
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 would not be moving to Calgary with her
had been charged that year with a 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. Zoe assured me that of course he didn't
do it. I naively believed her and she moved in. Oh my, Nicole. 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 on 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 anytime previously, but she assured me that, you know, as he had not murdered anyone, there was nothing to
tell. Again, I believe You're a good ass cousin. You're the best cousin. PS, hey to any of my
cousins listening, nah. Let me tell any of my cousins, I'm not that good of a cousin.
Not 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? Were your phones tapped? 100%. 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 had She and the Carl It says the. Yeah, she
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 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 that. 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 he will be eligible for parole in the next couple years.
Well, [ __ ] That is why we took out a small part that could have like kind of connected
it to what this is cuz again, I don't know if this listener would like to be connected.
Yeah, yeah. we're just looking out for you, girl. Just looking out for you. Uh I'm
grateful that I was as oblivious as I was during that time since it turned out okay. Yeah. I was not at risk cuz the
murders had been drug related, so the risk to my law-abiding person was really very low, but still jeez was I naive in
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 six sit 6 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 occurrences in the women'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. Mhm. 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 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 [ __ ]
Additionally, I had a couple of co-workers who used the middle stall, not my stall of choice, Me, either. who
were freaked out when the water in the toilet bowl became boiling hot while they were seated.
What the [ __ ] It wasn't until later that either one admitted this because they were afraid
of being called crazy, but the one coworker 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 dispensed several feet of toilet paper towel and while still connected to the holder, it was
neatly piled back and forth on 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 to remove the automatic dispensers and replace 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. we got to 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 any
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 by." Right. My boss described seeing a man
come behind me and he bent over as if picking something up. My coworker 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 it's like you would have heard it open, so like, what?
walked through the door? Yeah, right. When I was telling our admin that 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 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 in a 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.
Oh. 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 had 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 Hallow's Eve. So I decided to use one of those big-ass pickle jars that holds a
couple gallons because of some 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. 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/ottoman where it sat for a few more weeks because if you
have ADHD and have ever cleaned out a closet, you know. Mhm. 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 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 Tony would do Toby would do that to
me, but alas, he never did. Until he did. Fast forward to 2021 and I 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. Ugh, the worst.
I remember smiling to myself cuz 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 right in. Just then I heard a ticka ticka ticka 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." Oh. 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 plug unplugged everything
frantically and continued sniffing until my beat breaker blew suddenly. I discovered that my fridge, which had
been closely wedged in an enclosed space, had likely overheated and cause and had short 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. Wow. This was inconvenient to be sure, but on
on life went. A few months later, I was in a Zoom meeting as I was working from home at
the time when I had a loud banging on my door down at street level. As I lived in
the 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 at up at me and a fire rig
parked down the street. What the heck? So I evacuated and let the fire department [ __ ] through my apartment
looking for hot spots as the business downstairs could smell smoke, but no one could locate the 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 to 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 trail. Ooh. With flower beds and grass and beautiful trees.
We're charmed. 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
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. Probably. I added my own touch, a
beautiful broom which can be used to protect the doorway and 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 lived, Nicole. My
goodness. Holy [ __ ] Nicole. is wild.com. And yeah, like the the we took out the
one little part where I kind of identified what murder this was just cuz 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 your I Just that it's she showed us a
little corner of her home and it looks like my [ __ ] 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 going to do listener tale, a ghost saved my husband's family,
question mark. Ooh. And it has an attached photo of a Hell yeah. It says, "Hey morbid ladies, my name is
Paula and please say my name. Say my name. a Walter White reference. Sorry. Oh, I I got the wrong reference there.
You were Destiny's Child, you know, you know, we all have different thoughts. I'm a big fan of the podcast. Every day
when my daughter goes down for her nap, my earbuds goes in and your lovely voices grace my eyeballs.
Aw. I also wanted to say that I loved The Butcher and the Wren. Alaina, 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. 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 mishmash
episode of like, "I'm going to tell you all my tales and like spooky shit." I love it. Let's start from the beginning.
It's the 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 This house This house
This house was built in the 1800s sometime and one of the previous deeds to the house stated that the owner would
sell 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 dirt, excuse old ass dirt. I was like a dirt bed? Old ass dirt original beds that they
still have. You know, the kind that sink and creak 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. lovely. So, at least this ghost loves their carbs. Hell yeah. have also smelled things cooking to
which I say, "Nope, nope, nope." See, I kind of love that. "Yes, yes, yes." you for filling my home with good smelly
vibes." love it, an 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. Ooh. 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. Ooh. 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.
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 is a newspaper was a newspaper clipping. I forget what the front of it said. The front of it.
Oh, the front of it said, excuse me. However, once my in-law 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. That's wild. I attached pictures of this
phenomenon. Ooh. Typical poltergeist activity, no big deal, right? No big deal. Oh, it is a
big deal, guys. They tell 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. She did You can't You put a
picture. Can you turn it to me cuz I don't want to lose my place? Yeah, let me make it big.
Make it big cuz I can't see. So, this is it. Oh my god. And then What the [ __ ] It's floating. That's a
Matilda [ __ ] 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 '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. 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 2:00 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. So, someone was warning her. Mhm. So, she ran to wake up the family.
Every other family member was in their beds. No family member pushed her awake. Holy [ __ ]
They got everyone up, called 911, 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 a 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, I inherited the
ghost house. 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 I believe in you. 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 in to sleep, you know how it goes. White noise, monitor, night light, all
the things. Yep. And this room 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. I wonder if it's the man who like loved that house so much and realizes how much your family loves it.
"You know what? I'm going to keep everybody safe here." Yeah. So, this is the story of our
mountain house in the Pennsylva- 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.
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 your a neighbor who lets a family come stay at your house when their house catches on fire.
All of that, but I still think it's a nice friendly ghost. I think so, too. I'm going to go with
it. I think I think you're right. I think it's your daughter is so cute. is really so adorable. But I think it's
your I think it's like the original owner. That's like, I love this house and you guys clearly love this house.
Yeah. to help you love this house. The floating obituary is wild. That's truly something.
a floating obituary there. Guys, you did the damn thing for October. You always do.
do and I hope that we did too because I think we only have like one more October
thing for you. Yeah. So, party. Woo! Be safe on Hallow's Eve. Be safe. And be spooky and be awesome. And vibe
forever. Keep sending listener tales. So, we hope you keep listening. And we hope you
keep it weird. But it's weird that you don't rock out for Halloween. Halloween.

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Brief Summary

Listener tales include ghost sightings, a double murder suspect, and a spirit saving a family from fire.

Key points

Listener Tales: Spooky Tidings. A listener shares a haunting experience from their childhood in a creepy farmhouse.
Listener's Ghostly Encounter. A listener recounts a chilling encounter with a silhouette in their home.
The Creepy SUV Encounter. As they navigate a narrow road, a mysterious SUV appears, leading to a tense chase.
The Haunted Cemetery Adventure. A group of friends embarks on a spooky trip to Casbar Cemetery, filled with eerie stories and unexpected encounters.
Sharing Space with a Murderer. The narrator reflects on unknowingly hosting a convicted murderer in her home.
Ghostly Zoom Meeting. A ghost makes an unexpected appearance during a team Zoom meeting, leaving everyone puzzled.

Episode highlights

Episode quotes

Wow, look at you just taking charge at nine, for real.

Ash admiring a listener's childhood bravery.

6:16WatchOct 31, 2023

Tension

60/ 100Some tension

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