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Hey weirdos, I'm Bonnie post glowup and I'm Nancy mid glow up. Sh. Sorry. [Music]
I am sorry. Oh, my mom and dad are calling me. That's cuz you tried to call that. I I did. I She tried to FaceTime
them. I said, "You're going to give them a [ __ ] heart attack. They're older people. We can't do that to them." This
is a look, a Luke. A Luke, if you will. I've been sorry. I'm going to mess with this with my hair. I'm sorry. Uh cuz
this is really This is really something. I spit on my face. Oh my god. Wednesday. Did I say nasty?
Wednesday. Oh, it is Wednesday. It is Wednesday. Good job. Oh my god. Cut that out. We have Nicholas here. Drip. Drip.
He says, "You look good." Oh, listen up with the lingo. I maybe because I spit on my own face also. Um if you're not
watching this on YouTube and you're listening to it, don't forget these are on YouTube now. Listener tales are on
YouTube and we dress up. And today we're dressed up like um people from the craft. Yeah. You don't want to miss
this. You really don't. Mostly for Elena's giddy up. Giddy up. Giddy up. Get up. Uh yeah, I even did the black
eyebrows in case with with eyeliner. You did to color over, you know. Did you ever have like a goth phase like that? I
never had this. You had like an emo face. Yeah, I had an emo phase, I think, in like my soft goth. Soft goth era.
This I I I never had this face when she first put the wig on. I respect this face. I just can't pull this face off.
Maybe in another life. Yeah. I think I'm made to have the hair I have. I'm made to have the eyebrows. It's because your
features are so tiny and all of the like like goth things are so harsh. Yeah. That it's like off. But you still look
good in a weird scary way. I don't know. I sent a picture to John. He has not responded yet. Uh and he's right
downstairs. So he's You gave him a heart. He's like I think I gave him a fright. I think so. Um but yeah, I love
Nancy. Yeah, Nancyy's the best. But Nancy pulls off Nancy. I just wanted to like I wanted to wear a costume without
wearing too much of a costume. I wanted to cheat a little bit. You nailed Bonnie. Thank you. Go watch The Craft if
you haven't watched it before. And also, this is probably really strange if you haven't watched The Craft. If you
haven't watched The Craft, what are you doing? I know. How are you? Even the second one was pretty good. Yeah. Yeah,
it was all right. It was I I liked it better than I thought I was going to. Yeah. Anyway, first one. First one
slaps. Yeah. Holy. Holy. That's weird on it. Or we're dressed like Catholic people.
We're like we're going to Catholic school. Like Catholic squirrels. Like Catholic squirrels. All right. Well, you
know what it is. It's listener tales. It's brought to you by you, for you, from you and all about you. Remember, if
you're sending in a listener tale right now, let us know if we can use the images in your listener tale. Otherwise,
we'll I'm explaining it. Nicholas. Did he say what? Yeah, he said what? What? Otherwise, we're going to pester you.
And if you haven't been here before and you're just joining for this episode, welcome. Can you imagine? Can you
imagine? If this is your first rodeo in here, hello, Alioop. Um, and also that's
Nicholas. He's our resident ghost that's going to join us for listener tales and
spooky episodes. He was mean to me last spooky episode, so hopefully we can repair our friendship today, Nicholas.
Hopefully. I'd like to. I feel like you can. All right. Well, speaking of spooky
things, the first listener tale is called Listener Tale. Read me. I'm spooky AF. Telecraft and Exorcism. I'm
going to close this. Close. All right. So, so not Mac forward. Don't be Mac forward. It's like the Andrew McMahon
episode when I was the most Mac forward a girl could possibly be. Literally, I was hiding. I was a little bit nervous.
Anyway, hi there, Ash and Elena. I'm a new listener here and I just have to say this is the most fun podcast ever. Oh, I
love it. Especially today. I was going to say thank you. Thank you for all the laughter. Even though your stories can
be truly heartbreaking, you bring so much light to my otherwise boring world. I've been following you for almost a
year and a half now, and I absolutely love how you deliver each story. You both make me so happy. You make me
happy. Good day to all the morbid listeners. I just want to share good day. I just want to share my
unforgettable and scary experience from when I was 14 years old and in seventh grade. Please forgive me in advance if
there are any grammatical errors and I'll do my very best to tell every bit of my story. Please stick with me until
the end. I promise it will be worth it. And yes, I'll stick with you. This is a 100% true-to-life story. I've only
changed the names of the people involved, including mine. Do you believe in spirits possessing human bodies? Hell
yeah. Just ask Nicholas. Yes. Or should we call it exorcism? Well, either way, if you don't, just wait till you hear my
story. My name is Jean. I'm 27 years old, originally from the Philippines, and currently working in the Middle
East. This is my story of encountering a real life exorcism. It all happened in 2007. We were living in the province
with my two siblings and four male cousins. So that's seven kids in total, two girls, five boys, plus our grandma
and our grandpa, making nine of us in the household. Damn, I know that's a lot of people. We lived in our grandmother's
house because both of our parents had decided to work abroad. My cousin's parents were also busy running a
business in another town. First, let me describe our house and the environment to add more spookiness to the story. My
grandpa and uncle owned a large farm uh farm lot that surrounded our house. It felt like we were right in the middle of
nowhere with only two houses in the area. Ooh. Well, anyway, you'd have to walk literally 10 minutes just to reach
the neighbor. Imagine a vast farm filled with animals, big trees, a river behind
our house, and even a mountain just a 5minute walk away. Are you recording? Did he say, "Are you recording?
Yes, Nicholas, we are. Yes, we are. Nicholas, sorry. We should have asked your permission
first. Is that okay, Nicholas? John, did he just say John? Should we just abandon listener
tales and just listen to Nicholas? Just snap my laptop in half and run out of here. Okay, Nicholas, you know too much.
Uh, okay. So, so remember we're in a we're we're on a farm. I'm terrified. Tell them. Also, if you get a chance,
Nicholas, what about John? All right. Go ahead. Fair. Fair. So, you'd have to walk literally 10 minutes just to reach
the next neighbor. Imagine a vast farm filled with animals, big trees, a river behind our house, and even a mountain
just five a five-minute walk away. My a happy place. Thank you. Oh, you thought?
Oh, I thought. And are you ready for this? Yeah. We were right next to a cemetery. Oh, hell yeah. It's your
happiest place. Oh, I love that. Yes. At night, what place? If you looked out our
bedroom window, you could literally see the cemetery. Oh, I love that. My cousins and I were always traumatized by
the sight of it. So, we never slept in that room. Instead, we all camped out in the living room because we were too
scared. Our favorite thing to do every night, though, was tell horror stories. On weekends, we'd binge watch scary
movies, then end up sleeping together, all terrified. Those were fun and spooky times. At night, the farm became pitch
dark. There were no street lights. Only the moon and stars lit up the narrow paths. You'd hear nothing but the
occasional hoot hoot of birds or sounds from the farm animals. Hoot hoot hoot. Now, fast forward to when we received a
call from one of our cousins who lived in Manila, the capital city of the Philippines. Our province was about a
7-hour drive away from the city. We were told that our cousin Anna was very sick
and the hospitals could not figure out what was wrong with her. So, my grandma decided to take her in. She thought
maybe Anna just needed fresh air since the city is crowded and heavily polluted. The day finally came when Anna
arrived with her older sister and we were all shocked when we saw her. She looked so thin and pale with dark eye
bags and dry lips and her stomach also seemed unusually swollen. Anna was only 18 years old at the time, but to me she
looked much older than her actual age. Poor Anna. And then the weird stuff started happening. Her sister told us
that before all of this began, Anna had a terrible fight with her stepmother. She believed that she was the victim of
black magic, what we call kulam, a type of Filipino witchcraft or sorcery. Oo, interesting. Oh, by the way, we tried to
get um witchcraft themed listener tales. Yeah. Um the craft. Cuz the craft uh they also believed that this was the
main reason why the hospitals couldn't figure out what was wrong with Anna. I remember she had a heart condition when
she was a kid, but the doctor said it completely healed and that was that had nothing to do with her current state.
There were days when my cousin Anna felt extremely weak and sick, especially on Tuesdays and Fridays, which are believed
to be the days when black magic is at its strongest. Oh, isn't that interesting? I didn't know that. She
would start making strange noises noises at night around 3:00 or 4:00 a.m., the so-called witching hours. One night, I
woke up to the sound of her crying. She stared directly at me with heavy breathing, and her eyes just looked
terrifying. Even now, just remembering it gives me chills. That face did not look like my cousin Anna at all. 2 weeks
after they arrived, the family finally decided to consult a folk her healer, what we call an
abuleo, I think, in tagalog. Uh these are traditional Filipino healers who use herbal medicine and ancient rituals to
heal physical or spiritual ailments. After performing the rituals, the healers did confirm that Anna was indeed
a victim of kulam, a curse cast by an old woman who happened to be a relative of her stepmother. What the [ __ ] up
with that lady? They got in a fight and she she cursed her. Don't curse people. I know. During the ritual, they tried to
confront the witch's spirit. What I saw was something I will never forget. Anna began to move strangely, her body stiff,
her voice completely changing. She no longer sounded like herself. She sounded like an old woman with a sharp, angry
voice shouting at the healer. I'm going to kill this girl. You can't do anything
about it. That's so spooky. [ __ ] horrifying. Imagine seeing your cousin doing that.
No. like screaming in somebody else's voice, "I'm going to kill this girl." My grandma shouted back in anger and
prayer. It all lasted maybe a minute and then just like that, Anna came back to herself. She would break down in tears,
totally unaware of what had just happened. We asked her where she went during those moments, and she said she
didn't know. Everything just turned pitch black. Creepy, right? I hate that. The healer gave the family two choices.
Apologize to the stepmother and try to make peace or fight back. But it would come at a cost and Anna would suffer
more. Of course, this witch messed with the wrong family. So, we chose to fight back. Hell yeah. For weeks, they
performed strange rituals. They burned candles of leaves to create thick smoke while chanting prayers. Anna was told to
inhale the smoke, which was said to cleanse her body and her spirit. They also bathed her with salt and holy
water. I forgot to mention Anna hadn't pooped in over a month, which explained her swollen and hardened stomach. Oh, I
can't even imagine how much pain she must have been in. Yeah, I know. A month. Oh my god, that's
so bad. After each session, they gave her medicinal oils and plant-based remedies. I remember one time she drank
this weird medicine that looked like ash. Not me. It even smelled. The expression on her face said it all.
It tasted horrible. I'm sorry. But strangely, it worked. And she was finally able to poop a little. I mean, I
would do it. Metamucil, maybe. That's what it was. After about a month of uh seeing the healer regularly, she slowly
started to improve. Her appetite came back and for the first time in weeks, she could sleep through the night. I
thought everything would be okay because Anna seemed much better. Then one day, my grandma visited some Catholic church
members, mostly elderly women, to bless our house, or more accurately, to cast out any evil spirits. They prayed for
more than 3 hours, going roomto room, sprinkling rice mixed with salt while shouting over and over, "We condemn the
evil spirit in this household." And that's when Anna started losing it again. She began whispering strange
things in a cold, terrifying stare directed at the old ladies. She stayed eerily silent while the granny's tried
to talk to her, but you could tell that something just wasn't right. And that's when we realized she was being possessed
again by that same evil spirit. It's like the witch was watching us, and she was pissed. Damn. From that point on,
every day at 6:00 p.m., we would gather in front of our altar to pray the rosary
and read Bible verses. There were moments we could tell Anna wasn't herself again, but we kept praying and
tried to ignore the strange shifts in her behavior. I sat beside her during these prayers since I was the eldest
after her sister. Being a student at a Catholic school like me and Elena, I knew a lot of prayers by heart and I
thought, "Yep, this is my jam. Evil spirits. Bye, bitch." I love that. I love that. I'm flexing on these spirits.
But weeks passed and Anna started to get worse again. She couldn't eat. She was up all night. She started she stopped
pooping again. She kept saying her shoulders felt heavy and her uh back hurt terribly. We ended up buying her a
wooden reclining chair because she could no longer lie down to sleep. Oh no. She
had to sit up the entire time. It really broke my heart to see her like that. She's so young. I know. The healing
sessions continued, but the evil witch just got bitchier. Eventually, my grandma decided to surrender. She agreed
to apologize to the stepmom, the very one they believed was behind the curse. But the stepmom idiotic. That is
idiotic. Not not apologizing, but what the stepmother has done. I agree. Yeah. Yeah, Nicholas, you right. But the
stepmom didn't just show up in person. They were able to speak to her to like the grandma by possessing Anna's sister.
What the [ __ ] So now we had two possessed people in the house. What the actual [ __ ] Holy [ __ ] The quote
unquote conversation started with the healer just trying to intimidate the witch and the stepmom, but they did not
back down. Instead, they started cussing out my grandma, saying the nastiest things. It's too late. It's too late.
She already It's never too late. You're right, Nicholas. Never. She already ate the Never.
By no means is it ever over. Nicholas is on your side. I love that. She already They said she already ate the cursed
food. She will die and she will take her two siblings with her. That's when everything hit a new level of
terrifying. I forgot to mention both Anna and her sister at this point had to be physically restrained by four men. Oh
my god, I know. The stepmom's spirit inside Anna's sister was trying to bite people and she was strong as hell. Like
superhuman strong. Damn. I could not sleep that night. Actually, I've really never slept peacefully again after that
encounter. Fast forward, Anna got even more boat. He's like, "Get the hell out of there on a boat." Fast forward, Anna
got even like dead. Oh, did you die on a boat? He said, "My death or let Oh." Oh, I
think he drowned. I'm sorry, Nicholas. Nicholas. Damn, that was heavy. Wow. It's not about you right now,
though. Okay, we'll talk later. Oh, [ __ ] I said we'll talk later. Okay, that's good. Anna got even more ill, so
they decided to take her back to the hospital. We would often visit, and she seemed okay there, but deep down, we
knew something wasn't right. She ended up staying in the hospital for more than a month. Wow. Still, the doctors could
not figure out what was wrong or how to treat her. The healer continued sending her herbal medicines, though I'm not
sure if the doctors allowed her to take them. One time when I visited, Anna told
me something that gave me chills. She said a lot of people had died in that hospital room. It had eight beds filled
with some patients from newborn to elderly adults, and she told me she saw someone die right in front of her. Oh
god. It traumatized her. I felt so bad just seeing how scared and hopeless she was. She'd been sick for more than 3
months now, and she just wasn't getting any better. Eventually, the family decided to bring her back to Manila and
to transfer her to a much larger hospital with better facilities. But the healer strongly disagreed. He warned us,
"If she leaves, it will be the end." Oh, wow. My grandma begged them to stay, but
the family insisted. They just promised that they would come back once the doctors finally diagnosed Anna. By this
time, Anna was in a near vegetative state. She was conscious, but she couldn't speak. She was on oxygen
support. And then the worst nightmare happened. On the way to Manila, she fell into a coma. By the time they reached
the hospital, she was completely unresponsive. The doctors gave the family 48 hours to decide whether to
keep her on life support or let her go. It broke all of our hearts. I cried and I prayed that night just begging for a
miracle. We waited for more than 2 days, holding on to hope, but Anna never woke
up. So, the family made the heartbreaking decision to say goodbye. On July 27th, 2007, Anna passed away.
Her wake was held at their family home in Manila for almost 2 weeks. And after that, her body was brought to back to
our province for another week-long wake. The moment I saw her in her coffin, I was stunned. She didn't look like Anna.
She looked like a complete stranger. When the healer arrived, he explained, "The face you're seeing isn't hers. It's
the face of the stepmother." I have full [ __ ] chills right now. Like, I have I read this before and I
have chills. Oo, I just got straight up chills. The face of this stepmother like
[ __ ] haunting this family. Oh my god. I hate this stuff. Why did Why was she so mad? She was a B. What could they
have possibly done to elicit this? Nothing. Damn. He said Anna suffered greatly and you could see the pain in
her expression before her heart stopped. And he also told us in a few days her real face will return. Isn't that wild?
Shut up. Sure enough, just 2 days before her funeral, her face changed and she looked exactly like Anna again. I
remember asking my grandma, "Did they put makeup on her?" because suddenly her cheeks had a soft blush. Her lips were
pink. Her skin smooth. She looked like she was just sleeping. And the most beautiful part, her lips were curled
into a soft smile. It wasn't creepy at all, and I knew deep in my heart that she was finally at peace. A lot of
strange things continued to happen even after the funeral. But I'll stop here cuz this is already five pages long and
my eyes hurt. You're welcome to summarize this story however you like. Let me know if you want to hear what
happened next. We do. Yes. Like when her sister and my cousin got possessed by spirits, too. Holy [ __ ] I truly hope
this story makes it to listener tales. It did. It did. Thank you so much, Asholina. More power to you both. And
honestly, I would die if you ever read this on your podcast. Don't die. Do not die.
Damn. What a story. That one was crazy. Holy [ __ ] Poor Ann. I know. Going through all that. I hope I hope you're
right. And that like she's finally at peace now. I bet she is. I hope so because she didn't deserve that. Sorry,
my ears are tucked underneath these. Um, the part that scared me the most was when she had the stepmother's face. No,
I hate that. Aside from the hate, that also scared me. That was also very scary because Yeah, we've all been there, you
know. Not in that way, but Yeah. Damn. Even Nicholas was Nicholas. He was moved by that. He was. Well, let's see. Thank
you for that one. This one's called Listener Tales Yeet. A witch cursed me. This one is [ __ ] up. Cool. And it's a
little gory. So if that's not your vibe, like maybe skip it. But I love it. But don't stick around. Don't stick around.
Uh, so this is Ye. Okay, now that I got your attention from your favorite word, here is a pifa and a dock of my
listener's tail. I love it. Whichever is better. Hope you guys love it. My name is Briana. And you can all use my name.
Party. Briana. Briana. There you go. Warning, the details of my nightmare are pretty messed up. Hello weirdos. Briana
here. Feel free to use my name. I have a long story. So read all of it. And I am
not sorry. I like that. I like it, too. Because for this story of mine, your bums will be clenched. She's not lying.
She's not. This story goes best with a darkened room and blankets to cover your toes. There's a blanket over there.
There is, but I don't want to take it out. It's a costume. I will talk about how much I love you guys and your
podcast and all the mushy stuff at the end. So, let's get straight to business. Yeah. Yeah. When I was younger, my
siblings, friends, and I went walking near the river. Shout out to June and Mags. Mags was the person who got me
listening to you guys. Shout out to you, Mags. Shout out to Disrespectful. Nicholas, are we doing this
again? Nicholas, are we doing this again? Who's disrespectful? You were the one talking. No, you were reading. No, you
said, "Shout out to Max." And he said, "Disrespectful." Not disrespectful, Nicholas. Shout out means thank you.
Maybe he didn't understand. That's from a distant time. I'm trying to explain it
to him. I appreciate that. I'm trying to be more open with Nicholas today. So, what that means is like, "Hey, June.
Hey, Max. Thank you." Okay, Nicholas. Uh, we were just messing around. That's when we found it. An old wooden
box. My sister handed me a stick to pry it open. Thanks, sis. Inside, a bag of cornmeal and rice, bird skulls, strange
mushrooms, and a rusty skeleton key. That's what dreams are made of. I'm not kidding you. I would have done anything
to find this when I was younger. Maybe not though, when you find out what happens. Probably not. Don't mind me.
I'm going to do something extremely stupid right now. It says, "I picked up the key." Honestly, I would have too.
Probably. Who wouldn't? My sister freaked. Drop it. That's some Bruharia [ __ ] For those who don't know, bru Oh,
you gave me a pronunciation if I had read a little further. Oh, I forgot. Thank you. I appreciate that. Uh,
Bruharia. Bruharia. Oh, roll that R girly. I know you can. I love that you have so much
faith in me, Briana. I cannot roll my ars, but this ru I got very British there. Would you
say like ruheria? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I feel like that's right. Right, B? That's hard
to say. I cannot roll my ars. It's like genetics. It is genetic. Yeah, I can't do it. I think I got it on my dad's
side, but I really appreciate that that like support. You were like, I know you can. Shut up. Okay, go ahead. Show off.
Uh, so it means witchcraft in Spanish. I put it back and we closed the box and went home. The next morning I woke up
with the key there under my pillow. You just dropped that. Like you just you were no buildup. She said Bruharia
witchcraft key. Yeah. She said I just woke up the next morning and there it was. That's scary. Uh I screamed, ran to
my parents. They saw me a mess, sobbing, holding up the key like it was burning me. They blamed my sister. She swore up
and down she didn't put it there. We had been together the whole time. No time to
grab it. No time to plant it. In the end, my dad buried it in the backyard. Bad ideas all around. I didn't say that.
You did. Self-aware. The nightmare started when I was 14. It's always the same. A pitch black forest, wind howling
through the trees, bog curling around my feet. I was always cold, hugging myself
as I wandered. Then out of nowhere, a cabin towering, rotting, its windows shattered like empty eyes. Ooh, you
write really well. I enter the house and the door closes behind me. Um, so I started with the first inside a living
room, a couch, a bookshelf, a dusty old TV in the corner. I moved further in, standing behind the couch. That's when I
heard it. Now, here's where it gets spoopy. I hear a woman call out my name from behind me. Hello, Briana. I turn
around and there's no one there. I turn my head back to the TV. The TV flickered
on, static humming, and an old woman sat cross-legged on the floor, rocking side
to side, laughing, a dry, hollow cackle. Then, no silence. No. She presses her hands to the screen, then rose too tall.
Tall enough to almost hit the ceiling. I hate that. Skin stretched over her brittle bones. Her limbs grotesqually
long. Her mouth curled into a sick toothy grin. But her eyes, her eyes were weeping. Oh, that's so I don't like it.
I don't like it either, Nicholas. Nicholas. Yes, it's a little scary. It's scary. Then suddenly, methodically, she
smashed her own eyes with her fists. The wet sound of breaking, the scream high and rattling, full of pain. And then she
wrote in parenthesis, "Fucking psycho." Then it stopped. She reached into the hollowed sockets and pulled out a rusty
key, handed it to me. I take the key and leave going to the next door. I love that you were just like, "Okay, I'll
take that. We're just going to go on to my next quest. On to the next." I unlock
it with the key that was given to me. When I entered, she, my bestie, looked perfectly fine. She stepped to a broken
window and plucked a shard of glass. She held it up to her neck and dragged it across her throat. Blood poured, but she
kept grinning. She stuck her tongue out and sliced it out. I told you. I feel like what? What's
going on? If I had this dream, I would never go to sleep again. This is rough. She started to laugh again, but she
began to gargle and choke on her blood. Mind you, this whole time she's staring straight at me for this whole
interaction. She sticks her hand into her neck, pulls out another rusty key, and hands it to me, too. Okay, people.
Flowers, ponies, and puppies. We're making our way through. Flowers, ponies, puppies. Mikey stressed in the
corner. I grab this one and exit, but before I leave, I hear her gurgle the words, "Just wait a bit longer." Gle. I
ran to the next door to unlock it. I went into the next room and she was back to stressed. Me, too, Nicholas.
Nicholas. Nicholas, you are. You're being a great third host today. You are. Nicholas is stressed. Uh, I went into
the next room and she was back to being whole again. This time she was in an empty room with just a small table. Hate
my dream self. [ __ ] run out of the house, dummy. Yeah, run out of house. She was singing a tune and went down on
her knees and started banging her head against the table and saying, "Don't forget. Can't forget. Why can't I
remember?" She stuttered and repeated this over and over. Then as she was banging her head, chunks of her brain
started coming out and with it was a key. At least a key is always involved. You know, she's always like, "And to the
next room." Yeah. She picks it up and hands it to me. People, rainbows and kittens.
This is not a drill. I took this key and ran out of the door and unlocked the last door. This room was the kitchen.
Her being perfectly whole again. She grabbed the kitchen knife. I'd be like, "No, we got we know how this ends."
Digging into her left leg with the knife. She stabbed herself in the leg once, twice, again. Still grinning,
still humming, she reached in, fingers slick with blood, and pulled out another key. "I'll be waiting," she whispered,
handing me the key. I turned to run and when I got to the end of the hallway to leave the house, I froze. The old woman
stood at the end of the hallway, her body broken. Every injury, every wound, blood dripped from her hollow eye
sockets, her throat and her shredded limbs. Then laughter, a wild heaving laugh that rattled my bones. When she
stopped, she stood up completely straight and still. Suddenly, she was right in front of me and all her wounds
started to heal one by one. I felt as if I was crying and touching my face. There
was blood on my hands and I realized that my eyes were bleeding. My throat was cut and my tongue was missing. My
leg had a huge hole and was bleeding out. I limped out of the house and managed to get past some trees until I
heard this horrific scream, a hand cold pressing against my back. I fell. I rolled onto my back just as she reached
for me. Her long, withered fingers wrapping around my neck, squeezing, I choked. I clawed at her mouth, shoved my
hand deep inside her mouth and pulled out the final key. Her grip loosened. I gasp for air and she just smiled. Then
she was gone. I wake up gasping, coughing, choking. I open my eyes and always see her in the corner of my room.
Hate that. Watching and smiling. Then she turned, stepped into the wall, and disappeared. Bye. On one of these
nights, I took it upon myself to keep a pen and paper on my nightstand. So, when
I was able to move after my dream, I turned the lights on and started to draw her to show my siblings. The pen broke
and ink splattered everywhere. But I continued since it felt like a trance and I couldn't stop. I sent you the
drawing. We got it. Also, I showed my 11-year-old brother and traumatized him slightly. Just wanted to make him
stronger. You were 14. It's fine. Yeah. No, I didn't have the dream again. Not for a while. Brenda. Oh, is her name
Brenda? If this witch's name is Brenda, I'm done. You're all You're all not ready
for this. Let me see. Brenda. Brenda. That's That's Brenda. So scary. Imagine she's just like, I'm
Brenda. So scary. She's kind of whimsical in a way, though. I don't know. In what way
exactly? Um, name the way. The hair. It's what we want. It's what we want. Brenda is not what we want. Brenda is
what we want. Brenda is not in fact what we want. But she's beautiful. Yeah, you're gorgeous. Brenda is Brenda. At
16, the dream returned. But in this dream, the woman was saying that it was finally time. And when I woke up from
the dream, I felt a hand planted on my back. Being the big girl that I am, I flipped over onto my back and saw her
again. She was there, her body broken, her wounds fresh. She lunged at me, then nothing. I was diagnosed with multiple
sclerosis at the age of 17. Oh, I'm sorry. I know. My symptoms are depression, anxiety, and memory loss,
speech problems like stuttering and fumbling my words. My anxiety convinced my brain that my vision was different,
that I was extremely wrong, that I had something extremely wrong with my eyesight. I didn't. And that my left
leg, left leg would walk on its own. It would walk outwards. It felt weak. And I
walked with a limp. I had to go to to physical vision and speech therapy for a year and a half. So, if you hadn't put
two and two together yet, every wound she gave herself, I carry them now. Isn't that [ __ ] bananas? And I always
will for the rest of my life. If I have children, they might carry them, too. I am now 21. I'm getting treatment, so I'm
doing better. I'm glad. makes me so happy. My memory and speech are still such a huge issue for me. Sometimes I
feel like if she comes back, she won't need to haunt my dreams because next time I won't wake up. I still forget
things. But I know one thing for sure. A witch cursed me. Thank you. Thank you so much for listening to my
story. I love your podcast so much and you girls are the absolute best. You guys are my go-to podcast. I feel like
we're totally on the same wavelength. Best friends in the making. Keep it real. Don't worry. I know how
implausible, improbable, inconceivable, and outlandish this story sounds. So, I made sure to bring proof. You can post
the drawing. Yes. Print it out, then burn it. Whatever you guys want. The image I sent is the drawing I made back
then and something to prove my diagnosis. Oh my god, you did not need to do that. I believe you. But thank
you. I We did not need that. And she said, "Because [ __ ] Hippa. Love you guys and hope the kids are all happy and
healthy." Thank you. Bye. Hope you all keep it weird, but not so weird. that you open a random curse box, touch the
random skeleton key, and get haunted by a witch that curses you for no reason and get a disease given to you by the
witch for the rest of your life. BS, don't worry. The page is just my accommodations from my school that say
that I was what I was diagnosed with. That picture is haunting. So scary. And when you said
the pen exploded, you can see that it exploded because it's like all smeared. Is it like you're an incredible artist
though? Like to draw that and your writing is unbelievable. Yeah, cuz truly I saw all of that. I saw all of that and
I want to unsee it, please. That just like the symbolism in that dream and everything. That's so scary. Yeah. And
I'm so sorry that you've been like dealing with that, but I'm so happy to hear that you're doing better. Me, too.
And that like it was like multiple dreams and she said like it's time now. Yeah. Like she was like building up to
it. Yeah. Oh, that's scary. So scary. That's scary as hell. Don't open random boxes in the woods, y'all. Don't do it.
I got a little bit of a palette cleanser. Listener tail for after. This one is called Listener Tales. The time
my black ass manifested a whole ass cat. Amazing. Hi, Elena. Hi, Ash. My name is
D. Hi. Please feel free to use my name if you decide this. Uh, sorry. If you decide to read this, inflation is real
and I can't afford to care if my name is used. Lol. I wanted to say I'm a really
huge fan of the podcast and I listen to you wonderful witchy spooky weirdos pretty much every day at this point.
It's like the only way I can get through work. I love that. Also, Ash, I wanted to say I'm a witchy Gemini. Sun and
rising, too. You're a double Gemini. Wonder Twins. Wonder Twins power activate. Glad to see the witchy Gemini
representation. Also, uh also also sorry this is so long. You know what they say
about Geminis and how talkative we are. Anywh who, here's a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down.
Okay, I'll stop now. Yes. About how I manifested my pet who uh who's totally manipulative, who I totally now consider
my familiar. Oh, I love it. Okay, so flashback to the summer of 2018 to the pangia co. It hadn't hit. My cat Iris
passed away and I was an art student at my local community college. I had this beautiful Siamese cat named Loki. My mom
named him. Leave it up to me. His name would have been Trash Goblin or Lasagna or some [ __ ] Lasagna. Please name your
next cat lasagna. That's amazing. He was such a sweetheart. He loved to cuddle, loved to be picked up, and was
crosseyed. Like, I'm telling you, this cat was a literal angel. My god. One night, my fianceé didn't close our front
door all the way, and he was gone. No. Of course, that broke my heart because we had him and his brother, Eris, along
with another cat, Malik, since they were kittens. So, that was effectively my son
that went missing. Oh, no. We put up signs, put up some old t-shirts, we even did the kitty litter trick, and still no
Loki. As time went on, the house began to feel empty, like someone was missing. And it got to a point where we just had
to accept that he wasn't coming back no matter what we did. I brought up getting
another cat, not to replace Loki because no one could replace him, simply because
there's just no other cat like him, but because I was finally ready for another cat. But of course, my grumpy Capri son,
Capricorn, sorry, Elena, was against it. I will now call me be calling you Capri
Sun. I like that. Uh, after going back and forth for quite some time, I said, "Fuck it. I want a damn cat." Now,
normally I would respect his wishes in this type of situation because a new pet might as well be our new child for us.
But in this case, after listening to my enabling friends, as well as being the proud I am, I said, "Fuck it. I want a
cat." And I would use any means to get this cat while keeping my hands clean, of course. So, what did I turn to? My
budding witchy woo woo practice. I love this already. It's fantastic. So, around
this time, I was very, very, very new to my practice. But in true Gemini fashion,
rather than looking up tried and true ways to manifest and spells and [ __ ] I just went off pure intuition. What I
what little I already knew. Curiosity and pure vibes. That is very Gemini. It is. That's the most Gemini ever. Pure
vibes. I do be doing spells off pure vibes sometimes. I forget what I put on there, but I strongly remember putting
that I wanted a boy cat cuz my only cat, Malik Shakur Dank, my cousin named him,
is a boy. Malik Shakur Dank is a boy and he wasn't neutered yet and my black ass
wasn't ready to be a cat grandma. I'm literally obsessed with you. I burned the leaf the list with some bay leaves
with the flame of a white candle after I read aloud what I wanted and then I set
the ashes into the wind. I love that. Based off pure intuition, I feel like that's a pretty good spell. I think you
killed it. I think so. Being new to all things witchy and manifestation, as well
as being an ongoing victim of instant gratification, I feel We have met Nicholas. Hi. Yeah. Thanks,
Amazon Prime. I figured this manifestation would come uh in looking like my fianceé just finally saying yes
to a to getting a cat. Lol. No. He kept saying no until finally I just got impatient with the universe and with him
and just quickly gave up hope about me ever getting a cat. A life went on as per usual and I accepted that we were
going to be a one hack one cat household and that was that. Um, one day on a morning so cold that 10 Bundy would be
glad that he's burning in the heat of hell. In a half awake stuper, I got statement. What a statement. In a half
awake stuper, I got ready for work. I get up at like 5:00 in the morning for work and I have to walk to work on top
of that. So yeah, the neurons were not raring to go. If you catch my dream, I feel that. I shuffled out the door,
still half awake, and I spot my cat outside. Assuming the door was left open again, in typical black mom fashion, I
said, "Get your black ass in the house." I gestured to the door that was still open and my cat is just looking at me
like I'm crazy. I start walking towards him trying to grab this cat and telling him to get back in the apartment cuz
it's cold as [ __ ] and the last thing I need is peeta on my case because my cat
decided he was about that life and grew tired of being a suburban cat. That's what I call indoor cats. That That's
what I call indoor cats. We can't afford to live in the suburbs. Looo. My cat started to run off toward
the neighbor's door, and my ass was really trying to get him in the damn house. But this cat was doing everything
to duck and dodge me without going too far away from me until he just finally started to run down the stairs. Mad
because I was going to be late to work for chasing my cat, I just went and shut the door so I could chase after this
[ __ ] cat. I noticed a black cat in my kitchen staring at me like, "Bruh, you good, fam?" The entire time I had been
chasing some random ass cat. What the? So, her cat was inside and she was chasing after a different cat. Are you
okay? Yeah. Like, what's going on here? Now, I'm really annoyed because now I'm late for work for no reason at all. And
I really go shut the door and this rando ass cat just comes back. It looked up at
me and it started scratching at my door and it clearly wanted to come in because
it can't understand. That was like very intense. It was very intense. That scared the [ __ ] out of me.
You can't understand this kind of No, but he said you can't understand. She's upset about it. Nicholas, we understand.
He feels a lot. Okay. Um, so the cat looked up at me and started scratching at my door. It clearly wanted to come in
because it was super [ __ ] cold outside. Now, I'm a lot of things in true Gemini fashion, but I'm not
heartless. I talked it over with my fiance and we both agreed that the cat could stay in the house until it got
warmer that afternoon. And of course, we would give her food and water and then just let her back out. I ended up
picking up the cat, which to my surprise was okay. Oldest. Is it the oldest cat?
The Eldest Cat. The Eldest Cat. That sounds like a good book. And to my surprise, Cat. I would read it. Would
you? Yeah, absolutely. I would. Mikey was like, "What the Eldest Cat? It sounds like a good kids book." Yeah.
Like your kids would like that book and I would read it to them. That's very true. To clarify. There you go. Okay.
So, the cat was okay with being picked up by a random stranger. And that's when I felt it. This was my cat. Oh, hell
yeah. It was. So, a note, a side note about my own witchy abilities. Like a lot of witchy woowoos, I'm sensitive to
energy. I read tarot, the whole nine yards. I'm also a channel, so sometimes I'll hear phrases or words from guides,
spirits, and the like. Oh, I'm jealous. I know. That's really cool. When I picked her up, I instantly saw me
performing my manifestation months before flashed before my eyes. And I knew this was supposed to be my cat.
Even though I wasn't 100% sure, cuz I have no way of knowing at the time, I instantly knew this was a girl cat, that
she couldn't have babies. And I heard the word tapeworms. Oh. I tried asking my fianceé if we could keep her,
thinking the answer would be different because this was clearly my manifestation cat and it had to work out
this time, right? Of course, lmao. No again. The answer was no. And this time I was upset because I knew the universe
gifted me this cat that I asked for. But I wasn't in the mood to fight. So I went
to work and I said fine, we'll just let her go later then. My fiance [ __ ] the fight. I guess we'll just leave this
cat. My fiance texts me again to tell me we can't keep her. This time including a
reason saying she was trying to fight Malik. And I explained to him that most cats just don't get along at first. And
the answer became, "I don't know, babe. Still, I was He's shifting. He's shifted." Still, I wasn't in the mood to
argue, and I said, "Nothing." He then texts me hours later explaining that the cat just wouldn't leave. Of course not.
That's your familiar right there. I'm like, "What do you mean the cat won't leave? Come and find out she ran in my
room. We have separate rooms cuz he's a streamer." And she hid under my bed and would not come out at all. He tried
everything to coax her out of there. And she just flat out refused to leave. Oh my god. I finally get home from work and
she finally comes out and I snap a few pics and tried to see if anyone would take her in. No takers. No. Cuz that's
your familiar. Cuz that's your [ __ ] cat. Yeah. My fiance, after having much time to think about it, decided since no
one else would adopt her, we would keep her. Yeah. I got my [ __ ] cat. Hell yeah.
He won't leave. Whoa. Oh my god. That's right. Nicholas Nicholas is getting the hang of this. He is trying to get my
Capricorn stellium fiance to change his mind, guys. Literally took witchcraft. I
have a Capricorn stellium, too. You do? Yeah. Um, yeah, you do. I was trying to think if anybody else did. We ended up
taking her to the vet and come to find out she was in fact a girl. She didn't have kittens because she was already
fixed. And we have uh we have catch and spray programs here for strays to reduce
the stray cat population. And sadly, in fact, she did have tapeworms. Of course,
she's been treated for it and has become part of our little family. I've included
pics because who doesn't love cat pics? Hell yeah. And that is how I manifested my pet cat, Mars. Mars. Such a cool
name. Yes. If you read this out loud, thank you for your time. And sorry it took me a few tries to figure out the
right email and stuff. Or if you didn't, still thank you for your time. And I hope you definitely Not even close. Not
even close. Wow. And I hope you definitely keep it so [ __ ] weird that your bratty ass manifest a cat and your
grumpy ass fiance who originally said no later becomes best buds with him or with
her, excuse me. Maybe Nicholas was talking about the other uh emails that she might have sent
it to. He was like not even close. Not even close to those emails. Oh my god. Let me see Mars. Mars is so cute. Oh,
Mars. We'll post some pics. Oh, look at that. Look at that collar. I know. Look at that fancy assar. Oh, that's a
familiar. Yeah, that's a familiar familiar. I love it. I love that story. Oh, that was a needed story. It was. All
right, let's see. Um, so this one's called Yeet the Yiddies. My mom's a witch. Said all of our future children
and current children. Hello ladies. My name is Gigi. Oh my god, I love that. And yes, you can absolutely use my name
and any other names as I've already changed them for you. You're a real one. Uh, here's my story in 12point double
space pifa. As I've been listening for so long, I was trained to write this to your liking. Lol. Thank you, brother. I
want to start off like any other tale and praise you for your bad bitchery. You bombastic ladies have gotten me
through some rough times, and I'll forever be grateful for you. I like that, too. Elena, congrats on your book.
Thank you so much. I am so proud of you for not only being an amazing mother, but also pursuing your dreams. Thank you
so much. That's like the best compliment. Ash, congratulations on your engagement. Oh, [ __ ] I'm so married
now. Thank you. I am also getting married soon and feel as if we're doing it together, like two best friends.
You're probably married now, too. Congrats. Congrats. Anyh whoers, today is the day I finally push myself to send
in my tail. If you're reading this, Deb Debb, please give me a shot and send this in. Who wouldn't want to see a 5
foot nothing lady lose her [ __ ] Let's get on with the story. I'm going to start off with some backstory. I grew up
in a teeny tiny town known as Hastings, Nebraska. I've lived here since I was 9 years old. My parents moved up here
looking for better job opportunities to support their family. I'm an I'm originally from Albuquerque, New Mexico.
When I was 18 and freshly graduated, my mother decided to move back to New Mexico to support my older brother while
he and his fianceé had their first child. So nice. That's so nice. My mother made this decision in one day,
packed up her things, decided to inform me the day of, and gave me the choice of
either you come or you stay. Damn, that's a grandma right there. Whoa. As a young adult, I was thinking about
college and starting my own life and not dropping everything to move a few states
away. I decided to stay with my now husband and drive a couple of cities away for college. I'm now in my last
year of veterinary technician school and graduate in May. Congrats. I love that text. I love them. Yeah, you're special
people. It's true. The next time I saw my mother, she gave me a protection jar. Now, my mother has always been an empath
and has done some things I couldn't explain, but I never took it seriously until this story took place. The jar she
gave me was a small mason jar she filled with rice, coins, dollar bills, and other various trinkets. She told me to
put it in my car as I would be traveling between Hastings and Norfolk, uh, Nebraska, and it took me a second to
know the theation for the state. The amount of times that's happened to me throughout these listener tales, the M's
are the one that's ones that kill me. Yeah. I can never figure out which ones they are. Um, and that it would keep me
safe, but to make sure no one but myself would touch it. At first, I thought it was a joke and she just didn't want me
to lose it. But boy, was I wrong. One day, a couple of weeks before I moved for college, I was driving around with
one of my friends. We'll call her Asia, and she asked me about the jar. At first, I was calm and explained what it
was until I noticed Asia holding the jar. I wasn't too worried at first, but let her know no one else was supposed to
touch it. That night, I called my mom and told her what happened. When I tell you this lady freaked the [ __ ] out,
Hordor. Any Hispanic listeners will understand when their moms get upset. Hispanics are naturally loud but
angry. Oh dear. I definitely held on to my butt after that. My mom starts telling me, "Don't worry, it'll be
okay." And just do exactly what I say. Reminder, she isn't even in the same state as I am at the time. She's 15
hours away. And expects her halfbrain daughter to perform witchcraft over the phone. You got me [ __ ] up. So, she
instructs me to pour out the contents and replace the rice and place the replace the rice and place the contents
back in the jar and say a certain phrase or prayer, if you will. Again, at this moment, I just thought she was some
crazy superstitious lady and assured her I did what she asked me to do and called
it a night. But did I actually? Absolutely not. The following events are 100% true and told to the best of my
memory. I always love when something starts out that way. I know. The next day, I woke up and was getting ready to
hop in the shower as one normally does when I look in the mirror and notice a cluster [ __ ] of burns all over my chest.
Sort of like when you burn yourself with hot oil and oil splatters everywhere. That's like the I that was the best way
to describe that. It like I could picture it so easily. At that moment, I knew I should have listened to the crazy
bruha witch in Spanish. I love how much like bruha bruharia and bruha magic we're getting. So fun. Um I took for
granted. I was terrified. So, I called my mother, hysterical, and explained what was going on. And this time, I
actually did what she told me to do. Very smart. And to my [ __ ] surprise, the next day, the burns were gone. Your
mama's a powerful bruha. A bruha. Uh, after it was all done said and done, I told Asia about the whole ordeal, and
she yelled at me for letting her touch the jar in the first place. She gets it. To my mom, if you hear this, never trust
your daughter or any of your children for that matter with some witchy [ __ ] I'm not responsible enough for. But I
will never ever doubt you again. Thank you for reading my tail. Cursed. Oh no. Thank you for reading my tale. And I
hope it wasn't too long. And if this made it to the pod, I will lose my marbles. Anyway, keep it weird, but not
so weird that Take it away, Ash. Not so weird that your mom makes you a dispel jar and then you let other people touch
it after she told you not to touch it and then you get cluster [ __ ] of burns on your chest. Not weird that you don't
listen to your bruha of a mama. Yeah, I'm glad you decided to listen to your bruha of a mama. A bruha mama.
Bruhamama. That's really fun to say. Bruhama. That does feel good. That was fun. That was a fun one. And I like that
they were different kinds of witchcrafts. I did. That was a good That was a good mix of really cool ones. So
that's so interesting. I know. I love witchcraft. It's so fun. I had to miss a couple installments of my witchy class,
but I'm going back this month and I'm really excited. Hell yeah. Yeah. Let's party. Party. All right. Well, um, thank
you so much for tuning in. Thank you for listening. Um, if you have listener tales, you can send them to
morbidpodcast@gmail.com. Please remember to include your um like um letting us your permission that's what it's
called your name. Yeah, say that to use like please go ahead to use your name to
use any pictures any anything in there that you will that's like identifying or your own thing. Just give us your
express permission to use it just cuz we want to be cool. Yeah. And remember that
these are on YouTube and you can see us dress in ridiculous costumes. Ridiculous? What are you talking about?
I can't wait to get this off my head cuz it's so itchy. Well, with that being said, we hope you keep listening and we
hope you get it weird. But that's the way that you throw your wig off. No, it's too scary. Oh, I thought you were
going to do it. All right, throw it off. Throw it off. Throw it off. Oh, wait. I
have a net under there. It's fine. Just throw it off. All right, just throw it off your wig.
Plausible. Plausible. Yeah. See, even Nicholas is like, "It's plausible." Oh no, it's
stuck. Oh, I put a thing on. Hello, honey. Honey, we have to go. Goodbye. Look inside. Look inside yourself. Look
inside. He said, "Look within." [Music] That was Look within. [Music] [Applause]
[Music] Heat. Heat. [Music]

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Brief Summary

Listener tales of witchcraft, possession, and a cat manifestation highlight spooky experiences and personal struggles.

Key points

Listener Tale: Encountering Exorcism. A listener shares a chilling story of a cousin's possession and exorcism.
The Haunting Transformation. Anna's face changes after death, revealing the curse's impact.
Listener Tales: A Witch Cursed Me. Briana shares a haunting story of a witch's curse that changed her life forever.
Chasing the Wrong Cat. In a sleepy daze, she chases a cat only to find her own inside.
The Manifestation Cat. She believes the cat she found is the one she manifested.
A Bruha's Wisdom. After ignoring her mother's advice, she learns the importance of listening to her.

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Episode quotes

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