Chilluminati Podcast - Episode 91 - The Story of Borley Rectory

Episode Date: March 9, 2021

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As always, I am one of your hosts, Mike Martin, and my other co-host, Jesse Cox and Alex Fosyanne. What's up, boys? How you doing? Shmelo. Shmelo. Welcome back to the podcast where it's our job to make you go, well, yeah, maybe that could be true. No.

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stuff that is not a reader's story, but a true one of the world's most famous hauntings to have ever happened? How have we not done this? Modern history. How have we not done this one? What is this? This is the haunting of Borley Rectory. Oh, do you know Borley Rectory?

Now, this sounds familiar to me because I think I saw an event fielding on this. If you guys ever remember that show, Most Haunted, I think I do not. It's like the original OG, like British, like ghost hunting show that was like it had all the fake scandals. It had all the like they'd they'd bring in the psychic to like channel people. I think the Borley Rectory is one of their big episodes. It's a fascinating story with an interesting end that leaves some questions but answers some others.

What about you, Jesse? Do you know anything about Borley Rectory? I do, but I don't want to spoil anything. OK. I'm not going to ruin it. We had a whole podcast to do. I'm not going to be like, well, of course I do. I've done it before.

I don't want to get yelled at by the Internet. All right. No avoiding that, Jesse. You're always going to be yelled at by there. Let it be for something good. I don't know. You know what? Conspiracy theory of all conspiracy theories.

I don't even think anybody listens to this show. Conspiracy theory of all conspiracy theories. Yeah, I have 1000 computers. I'm the guy who bought all the graphics cards. And I this is just your thing. Yeah, I only play this show repeatedly over and over again. You're just a great friend to us. You're making us, giving us time to do during the pandemic.

You know, even as excited. Someone has to research in Charlie from Charlie's Angels, but like weird and fucked up. I only do it for one podcast. I have all this power. The Charlie. Well, the Borley Rectory is one of, if not one, if not the most haunted house in all of England.

They there was a time where they would see ghostly nuns spectral invisible coaches carried by horses to the front of the house and things flying across the house themselves, including glass candle holders that smashed and scattered across the floor early on. When someone went inside to investigate, when they, when they first saw a light or or a ghost, nothing would be on the inside.

Yet on the outside, the wall, the wall in the windows always had something being visible to the viewer. Now, the one, one account we're primarily going to follow is that of a journalist by the name of VC Wall from 1929, who went and investigated this place personally before everything kind of went to shit a few years later. And this particular journalist spent days looking out over this place. What do you mean went to shit?

Don't spot just don't ask questions. Just go on the journey. Yeah, you're on the journey. So on June 11, 1929, a psychical researcher by the name of Harry Price. Red Walls. Time out. Time out. A psychical. Yeah. Psychical researcher, Jesse. That is an actual term.

Back in the days of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Sean Connery. It's a department of psychical research. But not an alienist, not an alienist, but a psychical researcher. An alienist is the old word for psychologist or like psychoanalyst, the guy who would like the dude who would the guy who would try and get in the head of criminals who would like there's actually a show that's very, very good on TBS, I think, or TNT, one of those. Is that the show with Dakota, Dakota Fannin?

Absolutely it is. It's very good show about aliens. What a ripoff. No, it's a show about crime solving. How is the alienist not a fucking alien hunter? Why are we alienist? I was loved to be an alienist, but that's not what the word means. Psychical doesn't refer to that of like dealing with mental illness.

Psychical researcher is researching the paranormal and psychical arts. That's why things got crazy because psychical is paranormal. Alienist is the psychologist. They fucked up. They fucked up. Psychical researcher, you're going to discover fucking dynotopia or some shit. And if you're an alienist, you're going to be tracking Jack the Ripper, I guess. Pretty much. Yeah.

Yeah, no, you got it there right there. Well, Harry Price, the psychical researcher, had actually read a couple of early reports about the house where these mysterious figures were appearing in windows and whatnot and wanted to know what was going on. And within hours of having read about the newspaper, the most famous era in Rectory's haunted history begun when he arrived. Keeping watch with Price the next evening after he arrived, Wall was certain that he saw the nun actually moving towards a stream in the garden

and actual full body apparition outside the Borley Rectory. For those who don't know, by the way, a rectory is a Catholic place where... Rectory. Where nuns live. It's basically a Christian place where the nuns live and whatnot. I think the priest's house is pretty close to the rectory, but I'm not entirely sure, just traditionally. So they certainly saw a nun actually moving towards a stream out in the garden by the rectory.

And soon after, a dark red candlestick glass whizzed by their heads, shattered against an iron stove, pebbles and slate bounced down the stairs, servants bells began to ring on their own, and keys shot simultaneously from two doors outward and onto the floor. That's too many things at once. The biggest thing about this, and this is all I'm going to say, as you listen, all I can think of every time I hear about the story is it was 1920 something, and I don't know if there's any evidence of any of this, except for what a person wrote.

So like, you can write anything. That's all I'm going to say. However, if you're alone, go for it. You know what I mean? Fuck it. Nobody's going to believe you anyway, so you might as well just go for it. The thing with the rectory is that multiple people were involved and multiple people said they had sightings. And so after that particular event, more than one, a bunch of people briskly dashed up the stairs and failed to actually find any human pranksters in the rectory, assuming that initially all this stuff was happening from somebody trying to scare them,

which at this time, the rectory was actually occupied by Reverend Guy Smith. Sorry, the rectory is where the priest lives, my bad. But yeah, this was being occupied by Reverend Guy Smith at the time, and Guy Smith was nowhere to be found. He was not throwing candlesticks or anything down the stairs. And Borley Rectory's history actually ended up being built way back in the 1860s and occupied by two previous vickers, both of the same family, the Bull family, before Smith took up residence in 1929.

It was erected on the site of at least two previous houses, and in 2001, local antiquarian Paul Kemp claimed the ghostly activity had been reported as early as 1819, which the nun allegedly cited in 1836 originally. Tell me at least that an antiquarian is a historian. I would imagine so, actually. It's actually a fish merchant. Get the fuck out of here. From 1863, the large family of the Reverend Henry Dawson Bull

were disturbed, rather, by the sound of rushing water in the house itself, which had neither mains water nor interior pipes. Bells, which rang even after the wires were completely cut because they were sick of the bell's ringing, wrappings, crashes, and heavy footsteps in empty areas of the building. Again, this is the earliest of the reported events, 1863. Even they cut the bell like tower. Yeah, the server bells. They all were attached by string and they cut them because the little bells are like,

when you get like a servant or some sort of like. And so, you know, they still rang. Yeah. Yeah, they still rang. Things flew around. Heavy footsteps marched up and downstairs and the floor above them and things were launched off shells crashing into the ground. Initially, much of the centers, as so often in cases like this on,

as we've talked about in the past, a young daughter, Ethel, whose door was singled out for wrapping each night and who once had her face slapped as she lay in bed to go to sleep. If somebody's fucking around, they better step off slapping children in the face. If that's you, Father John, you better calm your ass down right now. It's just some old priestly ghost just super pissed off about to make a scene. Pushing forward a few more years into 1886, a new nurse made Elizabeth Biford initially made light of the supposed haunted room allotted to her.

But around two weeks later mistake. I know. And two weeks later, she woke up at midnight to the sound of slipper footsteps outside her door and presently quit that moment. She's like, nope, fucking out. She quit. Footsteps. Yeah.

Because she was she made fun of it. She was like, no, there's no ghost. She wakes up to footsteps outside her door and she was like, you know what? I'm good. But footsteps. That's it. That's it. Slippered footsteps.

Slippered. Here's the thing. She was scared the entire time. The reason why she was like, I'm not afraid. She was trying to convince herself. Classics. I would have been like, that could be anybody. Could be just coming to kill me and living normal ninja.

Yeah. What if you heard the footsteps, Jesse, but you saw nobody under the door. I mean, it could be anywhere in the hallway. Real talk, you know, I'm not laying down on the floor looking under the door. Yeah. I would hear the footsteps and be like, all right. And then that's it. And then I would open the door and I'd see nothing and be like, all right, back to bed.

I would be so scared. I wouldn't even move footsteps, but there are other people living there. If I knew that it wasn't somebody that was living there. If something about the steps, let me know that it was like not normal. If it didn't sound right. Like if, you know, like for example, like I'm up a lot as the latest person up in my house. If I heard like footsteps in my kitchen at like 3 a.m. I don't know what I would do.

But you don't because there's no one doing it. I'm just saying, you know, if I heard that my first thing wouldn't be like I quit. I would just be like. No. If you heard footsteps in your kitchen at 3 a.m. I know you would jump up and be like, who is in my kitchen? I would be like, I would be like. It would be around the door.

Yeah, I would be like just barely sneaking to see. I would be like moving all slow. Like. Just like. No. Don't eat my breakfast. The rest is yours. Do what you got to do.

I'll be asleep. I got time for all this. Oh yeah, I go to bed. I was like, I got time for you. There's no way you would hear footsteps in your fucking kitchen and go to bed. There's no. Don't even tell me that. I I have a I have a thing with my apartment complex where I'm like, Hey,

if you need to like repair something, just come on in. So if I heard footsteps, I'd be like. So and if it was ghost is like, I will swallow your soul. I'd be like, I don't think I'm okay with that. I don't know. Days young. So like come back in a few hours. You're like, no, it's probably just a nun.

This unlike the servant, the bull family who had taken residence at this place for many decades did not get as scared so easily. The first Henry bull kept up his duties until his death in May of 1892. And was immediately succeeded by his son, Henry foister bull, who held the living there until he died in June of 1927. Henry foister seems outwardly to have been a kind of fun jovial, energetic figure who liked running between church and the rectory and sermon days. He does not sound like the kind of person from the people who lived in the area

that they that he was the kind of person who imagined ghost. However, I posit just as a kind of devil's advocate. If you grew up with the father who was saying ghostly things were happening, would you not, no matter how jovial you are, also sort of kind of believe that? If it was part of my life, it was part of my life. I would at least like not question it as much. It's like how it's like how Santa is, right? Sure.

Nobody's like, get this. Like when you're 10 years old, nobody's like, there's this guy who comes and he brings you presents. You know what I mean? Like when you're 10, it's already hard to swallow that. But because it's been going on since you were, you know, before you could like form coherent thoughts, it's just you don't think about it because you there's too many other shit, new, new information to worry about.

You know what I mean? Like, I don't know how long it would go. But I mean, we've all seen the village. I know it happens. Hi kids listening. How are you? Good. I didn't say anything about anything.

I'm just saying hi kids. Thanks for listening. I believe in Santa because they're told it from a young age. I don't think you could convince a 12 year old who'd never heard of Santa that that happens. Like a person just like sneaks into your home. Yeah. I mean, that's cool.

And everyone's fine with it. Like a man breaks into your home and everyone's cool. I would never be like, sounds great. Can't wait for that to happen. You know what I mean? I wouldn't be able to wrap my mind around an innocent child factor to it. Right. Like a kid, you're fine with like, he's jolly.

But like if, yeah, at a certain point, if you told like a 20 year old, a man's going to show up in your home. He has a bunch of stuff that you want. And he's going to be like, well, I don't know if I like that or not, but maybe I'll be getting for it. It's crazy. How does he get in? How does he do that?

Yeah. Either way, Henry Foister, according to the community, was not one to believe in ghosts or not. Mr. Big Bridges. One day when he went out to his garden, he heard his retriever, his pet retriever howling at something wildly. And when he came and turned the corner, he saw the dog cowering in the corner behind something and while barking

at the fruit trees just dead ahead. Following the dog's gaze bull saw a pair of legs. When these moved out of cover of the foliage, the body was seen to be headless. Yo, is this my dudes? The fricking Fresno nightcrawlers. The headless body crossed the garden, walked clean through the lock gate and left his site.

The young Reverend also saw the notoriously ghostly coach of Borley, drawn by two horses and driven by a headless coachman. What the fuck is this shit? This is something that would a lot of stories where at night, they would hear the horses run and you could hear the wheels of the carriage. And when they would look out, they could see the carriage with two orange lights running by. This is Mr. Bull?

Yeah. This is Mr. Bull. Mr. Bull is saying this. The younger bull is saying this. Bull also said that, though. He's like, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop. This is made up. No way.

No, he's the one telling the stories. I know, but he didn't get scared off. No, not at all. He absolutely was fine with it all. I don't know about that, but I saw that. That's too much. Interestingly, though, on another occasion, Bull heard the hooves and heavy wheels on the road behind him.

Stepping in to let the vehicle pass, he heard it rush by. But saw nothing. So the noise gradually diminished and diminished in the distance. It could be heard dying away slowly and slowly. Alex is like smiling, but Jesse the whole time is just like, no, no, no. It's like a Dark Souls boss cutscene is what we're talking about. Yes. Oh my God.

That's dead on. You're like, what is that? What was that? And then it's like, did it, did it? It's like a tentacle monster that is a carriage somehow. Furthermore, I'm sorry. I just, I have it in my head. The, the, the carer, the guy riding like riding the carriage is also the horse.

Yeah. And he's also attached to the bottom of the. Yeah. Oh, I see it. I see it. The music's like. Yeah. Be more like a Bloodborne boss.

You know what? I'm going to take it. Yeah. I'm Bloodborne. Definitely. Another interesting encounter the family had was when young Ethel and Frida Bull were returning to the rectory from a summer party they had just went to. As they were emerging from the trees under the lawn, they saw, quote, a female figure

with a bowed head dressed entirely in black in the garb of a nun. It appeared to be gliding rather than walking. And after watching her for some time, the girls took her to be a ghost and became intensely frightened. I just like to imagine as they just watch for a while. They decide it's a ghost and you just look to each other and be like, man, we should probably be scared and then freak out. Here's the thing.

I know exactly. I told you guys about that time when I was like sitting there waiting for that thing to move for like an hour with my friend when I was trying to leave his house for a party and we like saw this thing on the fence. Sometimes you just got to stare at it for a little bit and decide what you what you how you feel because I was literally like for a good hour. Just like, should I go over there? Like one is a good hour and never moved.

And you're just like, I still don't know. Yeah. Did they did they did they say who this nun is supposed to be? No, we don't have a name for the nun. The nun apparently dates back. Yeah. Like there's no name for this. And this is what I don't know if the descriptors match though, right?

Like there's I guess it's hard because the fashion sense of nuns has not changed all that much and the yeah, but like it's clear this nun was from way before. And if there's been two buildings standing there beforehand, this could have been a nun from like the 1600s for all we know. What was the nun wearing like beats by Dre? That's what I'm saying. Like the descriptors aren't very like and the nun look like this. It's not a lot of that.

She could have been wearing beats by Dre. Is it too much to like for a nun to have beats by Dre? Like do you think a nun could get access to that in 2021 donated beats by Dre to a nun? I don't wear beats by Dre. I'm saying can she save up somehow with some money of her own somewhere and get some beats by Jarrah? Like there's only one brand and nun would wear Mathis. What are you?

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So intensely frightened, they ran off and one of them ran inside to get their sister Elsie who responded, quote, what nonsense? I'll go and speak to it. She then ran across the lawn only to have the nun turn and face her for a few seconds. Before vanishing into thin air. And you would think, oh, this person's going to describe the nun to us now. And that's where the story ends. Don't take my word for it.

Picture any nun that you want. However, in the in autumn of 1927, a traveling carpenter by the name of Fred Cartwright also claims to have saw the nun four times in two weeks. Did he ever happen to make some really impossibly well made stairs? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, he actually did. He finished up a gorgeous spiral staircase.

Yeah. He was not local to the area and had never even heard of the Borley ghost stories prior. A pair, you know, allegedly. And on each occasion, I assume the figure was actually a living nun. His suspicions were aroused only on his fourth sighting when the woman inexplicably disappeared from view. Again, though, no descriptors. Where did they get all these?

Where did they get these statements then? I just I imagine they just ask them and then don't don't do OK. Can you give us the description now? They just kind of probably let the story be. Others were written down. It's also been long enough that many of these seem like they were stories of a story of a story where I wasn't there. So I didn't ask what it looked like.

But here's the story. Like that kind of thing. I don't know. I bet you that frickin Derek Acora became this nun in most haunted. Well, you as you were asking, Alex, like, why has nobody done anything about it? All these hauntings are happening and nothing's happening. And they've just kind of dealt with it. Well, in 1928, the new Reverend Reverend Guy Smith and his wife, Mabel, moved into Borley

Recreatory and the couple had no children. When cleaning up the house, Mabel discovered a brown paper parcel and upon unwrapping it, found herself looking at a small human skull. How small? Like that of a child. Yeah. Oh, no. This was.

Yeah, I know. This small skull was presently buried in the churchyard by her husband alone in the house shortly after Guy was crossing the landing outside the notoriously haunted blue room when he heard whispering, rising to form the audible, pleading words. Don't Carlos. Don't. That's from Pirates of the Caribbean. The ride.

Don't tell him Carlos. Don't be chicken. Oh, God. Steps were then heard in the rectory so often that one day Guy Smith leapt out from behind a wall with a hockey stick to strike the intruder only to find himself slicing in air. Bells again rang on their own and the servant, Mary Peterson, twice saw the Phantom Coach speeding by. So it was then in June of 1929, less than a year into their residence, the Smith themselves

contacted the Daily Mirror. Smith would be present on the night when price and Walmart mysteriously showered with pebbles and slate that we talked about earlier. That same summer, the Smiths moved out into lodgings and in October 1930, Borley gained a new vicar. They actually did end up hiring somebody to come dig up the grounds at the Borley rectory as well. That wouldn't be till about two decades later.

The new record didn't actually really find much. Tellingly, the Reverend Lionel IV foister took on the haunted parish only at the intervention of surviving members of the Bull family to whom he was actually related. He had a wife, Mary Ann, many years of his younger and an adopted daughter three years old by the name of Adelaide, which is a name I friggin love. Like Ethel Bull before her, Mary Ann seems to have acted as a focus for whatever was haunting her family. For the activity now hit levels of violence and persecution not seen before.

Numerous household items vanished whilst objects which they did not own appeared from nowhere. And one day, Mary Ann took off her watch to wash her hands. Turning back to retrieve it, she found that the strap had disappeared, though the watch itself remained. Objects were frequently thrown at or passed the couple and Mary Ann was once struck so badly by an invisible force as to be left with a cut and a black eye. She was thrown out of bed several times and mysterious writings apparently connected with her now began to appear on the walls of the house.

It's like PT. It really is. Yep. On several occasions, Mary Ann saw the ghost of Henry Bull I, who had allegedly warned his family that if discontented in the afterlife, he would return as a poltergeist. Although Mary Ann was certainly not the most reliable witness in the Borleys history, it is telling that the dressing gown she saw Bull wearing was recognized by older Borleys locals who had heard her description.

As said though, there were other witnesses that were not family. A full account of the foister sufferings would run to a short book with Lionel having kept a detailed diary of the events from the beginning of their stay. With even Adelaide apparently struck and persecuted, these events would have given many people a nervous breakdown and with price now on the scene, there was no shortage of outside witnesses. Along with the workmen who saw stones tumbling down the stairs, there's a Lady White House, a friend of the foisters and her nephew Richard.

On December 14th, 1931, Lionel, Mary Ann and Richard all saw a thin glass tumbler drop from thin air to land at Richard's feet. He would later stress that no one could have thrown this without breaking it. Lady White House was present when a fire started spontaneously and she also saw flints falling from nowhere. Flint? In January 19th. Sorry, go ahead.

Like kindling? Like kindling and flint? Like that. Like, you know, like when you enter like a really cool cinematic scene and there's like, you know, like a little, yeah. Like, are we talking like, are these ghosts just like kind of being menacing? Like they're like, they know how to put on a good light show. You know what this is for?

It's all warning sparks. Yeah. It's not like embers, but it's like, you know, flint is like what you use to make sparks. Like you like hit it against itself. Yeah. It's like, it adds, it adds a bit of panache to the fire. It's like a, it's like a sealed box of matches. It's like showing up out of nowhere.

In January 1932, another visitor by the name of Mr. G. Lestrange. Lestrange? I know. Are you fucking kidding me? I was, I didn't know if anybody was going to pull it out. Dr. Strange. I tried to move on yet. Mr. G. Lestrange.

Lestrange had only just parked his car when he saw a figure standing by the porch. And seconds later, just as after, as he caught his eyes on it, it vanished. And later in his stay, Lestrange heard footsteps passed by the sofa, which the one that he was sitting on, and then fade through the wall behind him. Impressively, the foisters lasted until October 1935, leaving then only because of Lionel's increasingly severe arthritis. Listen, ghosts, ghosts weren't the problem. Arthritis.

It always will be. It always is. Yeah. But by this stage, the church had had enough of boorly rectory. Two parishes were merged and the building put was put up for sale. Before a buyer could be found, though, Price was able to rent the house and in the times on the 25th of May, 1937, an unusual advertisement began. Quote, Haunted House, responsible persons of leisure and intelligence, intrepid, critical,

unbiased are invited, invited to join a rota of observers in a year's day and night investigation of a legend haunted house. After weeding out thrill seekers, cranks and opportunists, Price managed to enroll many what he deemed reliable observers, including engineers, doctors, undergraduates and military men. How many people are we talking about? Are you looking at at least like somewhere around like 10 or so? At least a Witcher's worth of characters. Yeah.

A Witcher's worth of characters. Exactly. Joseph. Which is worth. That's a mean. Crash. Yeah. God.

Mmm. Oh, Witcher's worth original. Get the amazing. Wrappings, crashes, bell ringing and movement of objects were recorded with the report of Mark Kerr, Mark Kerr Pierce, a Geneva diplomat running to almost 10,000 words. And when we say recorder, we mean typed out like, you know, in words, it was thanks to Price's energy and enterprise that Borley became not just one of the most haunted houses ever, but perhaps one of the best documented of the time.

But Borley recordry would not stand forever. In autumn 1938, Borley was purchased by Captain W. H. Gregson. And on midnight on February 27th, 1939, Borley rectory caught fire. Just like they always do. Right. Yeah. Yeah. And while we can't be certain ghosts may have caused it, it's very unlikely that they

did. See, he just bought, he bought it at about 500 pounds and Gregson had insured it for 10,000 pounds. Years later, his son, Anthony, stated that the captain had started the fire himself. Hell yeah, dude. Yeah. I mean, you buy that thing for 500. You have that thing insured for 10 grand.

Yeah. Of course he did. So now it's like some kind of like burnt out. Freakin like. Yeah. It's a burnt out husk at this point 1938. Yeah. Fully scary location at this point.

But even though the rectory was just a shell of its former self, a haunting continued. A chauffeur heard the invisible phantom coach hurtling by him and Charles Brown and his friends once a one night saw a girl in white looking through the burned out window of the blue room upstairs. She was standing in empty air. Army officers who tried to use the site during the war had stones thrown at them and found the general atmosphere so negative that they didn't stay. From 1947 to 1950, James and Alice Turner occupied the surviving cottage on hot summer

days, they would hear the voices and laughter of children from the orchard. And on one occasion, the sound of heavy footsteps as though someone was walking on bare boards. During a 1961 investigation, battery torches and car headlamps all failed without obvious cause. And as recently as 2000, Colin Wilson spoke to a television crew which had recorded hollow footsteps, the creaking of a door that no longer exists and a deep sigh that impressed everyone who heard it as profoundly unhappy. That is the overall story of Borley Rectory.

However, there's still a little bit that needs to be talked about. First, was Borley Rectory actually haunted? The answer in my mind is no. And one of the most telling pieces of evidence that we would have is that one of the maidens, the servants that lived there and lived with the families and apparently had many sightings of carriages and full on figures. Many years later, went out in an interview to say that all of that was made up. She saw nothing and merely went along with it for the fun of the story.

Were they benefiting from it? Like, were they getting money? She, oh God, did she benefit from it? Um, I don't think she that particular person. I don't think so. That's that's one of the biggest things about hauntings and paranormal stuff and aliens is people want to like be in it. In the moment.

It's like a human nature about it. That's why I don't trust nobody. I want to physically be in it. I want to like be at the Borley Rectory. And you know what, you know, it's crazy. I have heard of the Borley Rectory for sure. I have no idea where because neither ghost adventures nor most haunted have done a show there. So I don't know why I know about it.

Maybe it's maybe I've always known about it. Maybe you always have more over though. Not if the servant wasn't enough. Marianne Foister herself later in her life admitted that she had also seen no apparitions and that the alleged ghostly noises were caused by the wind. Friends she invited to the house and in other cases by herself playing practical jokes on her husband. So even even then they were admitting that they were the ones doing a lot of the stuff. Damn.

Many of the legends about the rectory had been completely invented for the fun of it. And the children of Reverend Harry Bull who lived in the house before Lionel Foister claimed to have seen nothing and were surprised that they had been living in what was described as England's most haunted house. Robert Hastings was one of the few SPR researchers to defend Price who actually said the place was haunted. And Price's literary executor Paul Tabarini and Paul Underwood have also defended Price against accusations of fraud. Just to put that out. I wish I had a literary executor to like defend my reputation. Yep.

So all in all the poorly report as it's known is mostly described and proclaimed as a bunch of boo-haw howie nothing bullshit wise and the like. However, there's still others out there. The the the the experiences outside the family that obviously can't fully be explained away. But if you ask me again in that time, I think it was just a fun thing to do. I don't know what you boys think. I know you. So what did you know, Jesse, of that story?

Is that pretty much what you knew? Yeah. Yeah. That's why I didn't want to spoil it because as far as I'm aware, it's a giant hoax. But it's fascinating that people keep buying into it. Like every time someone else moves in, every time someone is drawn there, they're always like, I heard things. And it's like, well, did they or did they buy the land so they could continue like, oh, I'm on haunted? Like, who knows?

Who knows? Yep. You know, there's other little things that happened that are kind of like, again, negligible. One of the big things or the one that a lot of people point to rather is that after all the fire in the 40s, they found two bones. They actually did find two bones of that. Initially, they were like children's bones. But the village and after testing are there at the area of the village, the area and after testing said they were pig bones. But those who are still fully believe that the place is completely haunted say that that's not true, but they're actually bones of a young woman.

Other than that, yeah, that's the story of the one of the one of it. Not the most haunted house or haunted areas in England that is to be considered recorded. Here's that's it. Here's the thing. Like, do I love an unexplainable scary story? Of course I do. You know what I mean? Like, nothing gets me more excited.

But when you're faced with a story like this, which undeniably has cool elements. And like, if you look at a picture of this place, like, you know, you want to you want to imagine there's ghosts there. You look at the pictures of it now. It looks cool as hell. That's what I mean. Like, I want to go play metal and like record a self made music video in there. You know what I mean? But like, when there's so much peer reviewed evidence of it not being real, it's hard to sort of like continue on with the flight of fancy, right?

Like there's plenty of unexplained ghost sightings out there that don't have some sort of reasonable explanation that are worth obsessing over. And it's sad that this one doesn't. But like, you know, it doesn't seem real to me. What we need is someone to do what they do with Skinwalker Ranch. Someone who seems to buy the land and just set up insane amounts of surveillance and just record. And look at all the great results they got from Skinwalker Ranch. I don't know what you're talking about, man. I am convinced now more than ever that that place is a flap.

I want to. You know what? We should talk about the Oak Island show. That would be a great thing to get into, too. Just endless examinations. A money. Money pit. All right.

Well, that's it for us today on the Chaluminati podcast. Thank you for coming with us on this long, long journey and up to 91 episodes. That's crazy. We're almost at 100 soon. We will be doing the Betty and Barney Hill case. So look forward to that. The classic case. Yeah.

We got Deanna is working and working on it right now alongside me. We're reading a couple of books for it. Probably going to be a couple of multi-parter. That's like the one, right? Like you need to do that's like if you want more aliens, this is like what I would consider part of the Aliens 101 like episodes that we do. This is necessary to dive into. So we're going to dive super heavy into that probably starting in a couple of weeks.

We'll be excited. Other than that, go to to the eddie.com slash collection slash Chaluminati. We're just about to watch. Yeah, we're just about to launch some new stuff. So scoop up all the old stuff while it's still there because once it's gone, it's gone. That's it for us. We'll see you next week. Thank you guys so much for watching.

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