Middle-aged opinion - Shadows in the hallway, ghost stories

Episode Date: May 21, 2025

Hello everyone and welcome back for another week of us today. We talk about ghost stories all different ghost stories from Reddit. We also threw in some fairy talk. We hope you enjoy today’s episode please like follow subscribe and come back for more.#GhostStories #Hauntings #Podcast

Wow, what do you think of her? What don't you think of her? Well I think that girl has got everything that she deserves. It's alright, mummy's going for a wee baby. Have I ever hurt you in any way? No? Then relax. It's Britney bitch. Anyway, Hayley wrote a comment on our Facebook one, this one. Yeah, yeah. She said, can we, do you guys do requests, Titanic next, see if Jack could fit on the

door. Let's fucking come up with something. You could be, you can be Rose chat and I'll be like bitch move Or something yeah And I'll be like you're gonna let me die is it Yeah, you'd like I'm here. Yeah, okay now move. Oh, I Don't be like it's my turn bitch and throw you off the door or something. That'd be quite funny I've got a long bit of woods in the U room

We just put a handle on it I mean he looked rough as fuck I mean, I don't I don't think I've seen this escape from LA No, but I feel like I need to watch it, but I get what you're saying, otherwise you're gonna end up looking like that. Hey you guys! Have you pressed record? Yeah, I'm not even logged on, brother.

Saying I haven't done very much, but I feel like I've done a lot today, so much. Well, yuppa, yuppa, yuppa. Shannis, your lips are moving. Could you shut up? Right, let me go back. You ever wonder what's going on in my head? It's a lot, babe. Do you know, when I was researching the fucking, I said to erm, fucking Linda, Linda I was like do you think there's like something mentally wrong with me she went yeah do you know I had my headset my headset in with music full blast and the TV on whilst focusing in

on exactly what I was doing so it's not like I can hear what's going on but it's it's like I don't know how you can do with so much noise. In order it is in order to be able to completely focus on what I'm doing when I'm doing like paperwork and stuff and like when I've done all Paul's pitfalls and all that that was up to three o'clock in the morning with music blasting in my ears putting all the information together. It's the only way I can get my brain to focus on something. I feel like it's not normal either. It's really not. Okay. It's really not. It's really not. Right. Back to Reddit darling. Where am I? Nyah. Nyah. Nyah. Nyah. Nyah. Nyah. Nyah. Nyah. I'm trying to think what that is. It's not coming to me but I know it. Nyah. Nyah. Like, what is it? Why isn't it coming to me?

What is it from? Arrgh. Tell me! I don't know. It is, there's a video trying to play in my head and I'm like, what is it? Right,

onto my favourite. I actually have saved more than... I've saved one too... Oh no, I found a story which is then going to be next podcast and it's Creepy Encounters which has nothing to do with this but I thought I'd tell you. And the title and the reason I saved it was, I found out my neighbour was living in my attic for months. That's my next choice by the way. I was like yes to my next podcast. Right anyway, one, two, three, four, five, I've saved five. I get very excited on this reddit oh no I've got short ones that's why I did it so it's not too bad and then have I only got two

long ones I was running out of like brain energy that's quite long I'm just going through that sure brain energy so I've got too long, too short. That's not too bad. No, that's all right. We can fit that in. Like, no, I got three. I've got, I've definitely got four. Is that your phone? No, it was my laptop actually. Well, did I not like that one? I don't know, it was on my laptop actually. Well did I not like that one? I don't know, shall we start? I'm like, no. Okay. I don't know if I'll read that one.

Right, anyway. Oh, anyway. Yeah. Hello everyone, and welcome to Middle-aged Opinion. I'm your host Ellie. And I'm your host Emily. And today we are looking at ghost stories. Ghosties, ghosties, go away.

You're not real anyway. It's been a long day. That was courtesy of my friend Sarah. Every time Sarah we do ghost encounters, we think of you. So you're always with us. Yours in our hearts. Always! In my heart. Always! Will Collins. I know. I'm just Collins. I know.

I'm just saying. I listened to Butcher it then. You know he, whoa. You know he wrote that for his daughter. Aww. I know. I know. Moving on.

So, ghost guys, jealous. I'm not, my ex-husband wrote me a couple of songs. They were great. They were great. Real dry, real jives. Again, moving on. Yeah. Okay. It's over to you.

Oh, am I starting? Yes. Oh, I'm starting. It's your choice. Oh, okay. You're like, oh you. Oh am I starting? Yeah. Oh I'm starting. It's your choice. Oh okay. You're like oh yeah, oh yeah. My first ghost story. So.

If I yaw it's no offense. She's so rude. There we are. Okay, okay. Okay. Right, so the stairs in my attic had the smell like burnt hair for three days, extremely odd because it was just that area and I had a very old drafty house.

On day four I came home from work just before midnight and as soon as I walked through the door I felt like I had someone standing over my shoulder breathing down my neck. The feeling was so stra- was- but so strong that I opened my medicine cabinet so the mirror was against the wall. Fair enough I get that. I also showered with the shower curtain open because I had a powerful need to see the room. Fair play. After a shower, are you commentating? All the way through my story. You did with mine.

I'm just helping you. After a shower, I was a little less on edge until I walked past my four year old daughter's room. The door was closed, but I heard her talking in her sleep. Then I heard a loud crash. I slowly opened the door to find her sleeping on the top of the covers and the pile of stuffed animals she insisted on sleeping with scattered across the room. I turned the light on low looking around the, and checked her breathing. All seemed well, so I went to bed. The next morning, I asked her if she had a bad dream.

Her, yeah, there was a man with no arms and soaks on his face, and he kept laughing at me. I told him to go away, but he wouldn't. Then an arm came out of the wall threw me into the ceiling and I crashed back down on my bed and went back to sleep me sauce on his face her yeah like like red spaghetti the fuck man the fuck the actual fucking fuck it's not a nice story is it? It's really not a nice story. It's like something wants to hurt her. Her daughter. It's funny that I've got a lot of

children once today. I don't think I've got a lot of children once. It just happened to be a children once. It's actually like something's going on. The problem is they say that children can see what we can't see, same as animals. I don't know if I'd cleanse but I definitely wouldn't acknowledge and I'd probably move my daughter into bed with me. So she went on to say or someone said, nope no thank you. And she replied with, yeah, smudged every corner of every room of the house ending at the front door. Smudged everyone who lives in the house before I let the rest of them come back in. Haven't had any major incidences since,

but since we've been in the house, once every year or so, something, sometimes a full box, falls off a shelf in the basement or attic that hasn't stopped. So it's like something is there trying to get their attention and I wouldn't let it. I don't like the fact that the daughter had a dream. The problem is there's no way of proving whether she was thrown or... Well she said she was on top of the blankets didn't she? On top of the sheets. So it would be hard to... I mean I don't know. I'd be very very upset and uncomfortable because

that's quite a story for a four-year-old. Yeah it's big isn't it? Yeah so it just makes me feel extremely uncomfortable. I don't know I'd be worried. Describing a man with no arms and red like a spaghetti around his face. Yeah, blood. Could you? No, no, I couldn't. No, I couldn't. Okay, let's move on. Okay, right. This happened to me and my four-year-old son. Really?

I told you. What happened to the four year olds? I don't know. I don't know if when they're young, the veil is thin, I think. So, I'm a very logic and level-headed person. I have never really believed in the paranormal,

but I am really disturbed by two experiences that have happened to me and my son within the recent months. The first incident happened when I woke up to my son screaming at 4am. I ran down the hall and into his room, carefully shutting the door behind me because I didn't want to wake my daughter in the room adjoining a joint. My son was visibly upset and admitted that he had heard a noise. I reassured him that everything was okay and that he needed to go back to sleep. As I was tucking him into bed I leaned over to give him a kiss. At that moment we both heard three knocks at his door. The best way I can describe it is

that the knocks came from a higher up on the door and were very intentional, human-like. I immediately felt uneasy but my brain rationalized it to be my husband. But when I opened the door there wasn't anybody there. The second incident happened last week. I woke up with a migraine and stayed home with my son. My husband ran out to the gym and I was finally feeling better, so decided to take a shower. My son brought his Legos into our bedroom and I showered while he played in the bathroom slash bedroom.

After my shower, I brushed my hair and I was clearly and I clearly heard my husband say hi guys I'm home like he always does. My son looked up at me and said I think I think I heard daddy. He ran over to the window to look for his truck outside. I went cold when he said, nope, daddy isn't here. I was so spooked, I locked us in the bedroom and called my husband to, if he had come home. We have a camera downstairs in the living room, no audio that we use to keep an eye on the dogs.

There was nothing on the camera, so what did we both hear? I hate shit like that. I hate shit like that. So knocking on the door, she's opened the door. So the three knocks. Now she's heard voices. Yeah, the three knocks.

So when she says the three knocks, that is generally described to be evil. 666, the son, the father and the holy spirit. So it's, the three, when it comes in threes, it's said to be like a fuck you, do you know what I mean? Like a mockery. So when I read and she said the three knocks I was like mate. I don't know if something with bad intention is there but the same thing I say every single time do not acknowledge and maybe seek a cleanse by a priest or something like that. I don't like it. So the top comment. I hate it. No, I hate it. Did your son describe the noise that upset him in the night?

I experienced the... Sorry, I just closed that. I experienced a lot of mimicking and phantom sounds in my house when I grew up. My mum would hear some of them too. She would hear what she thought was us kids calling her. Often we weren't there. I once heard a woman crying who wasn't there. He didn't, this OP, he didn't describe the noise that night but honestly I usually try to distract him and reassure him that everything is okay. I thought maybe

He was hearing the AC clicking off or the house crackling the knocks were not anything of the sort though I can't think of literally any logical thing that would have made that noise that a person I've been shaken up ever since that noise that a person I've been shaking up ever since yeah I would be too yeah I think I think it's okay to seek I mean if the free knot is what made me uneasy the most because I told you like what that said to me so I wonder she realizes that fuck knows, but it's like quite scary. It is quite scary isn't it? Yeah.

Okay. Yeah I hate it. Yeah I hate it too. Okay, you like to talk about ghost stories. Yeah, yeah you're like ghost stories and I'm like really? I've done that for ages. Yeah. I'm not alone this week, why not?

With my parrot. You do tend to do it at those times. I know, I know. And the parrot goes, Emily. If it says my name, I'm chucking it out the window. No you're not. No, I really will. I'll bring it here.

It will not, how does it know my name? How does it know my name? Because it hears me on the phone. Doesn't hear you on the phone. I don't know. It wouldn't know my name? Because it hears me on the phone. It doesn't hear you on the phone. I don't know. It wouldn't know my name. They'd call me mum. Maybe it can read.

Okay, moving on. Okay. I stayed at my grandmother's house that my father spent a large amount of his time as a kid. My father drove us up there in one go and was understandably tired after a 17-hour drive. Fucking hell. We all started to lay down and my father checked in on us before going to bed himself. As he was talking, he

talked, he stopped himself and told us to cover a large mirror or you will have nightmares. Now nightmares from a mirror of all things sounded like a little fun to me but my brothers who were also sleeping in the same room asked me to cover it. I did. I asked my dad about it before he left and he said ghosts use it as an entryway. Portal isn't it? Yes. A week later I brought it up with my grandmother and she scoffed and she scoffed saying oh this house ain't haunted. I agreed but told her that the reason I brought it up was because my dad told me to cover a mirror. My grandmother then changed her expression and said, oh the mirror. Apparently that mirror came from her grandmother. She worked as a nurse and took in those who were going to die but could not pay for care on their last days.

So she made her home into a hospice. Those who stayed in the room with the mirror saw things. A lovely old lady saw and heard a young lady coming into her room and played a harp. She was thankful for the lovely songs but no person was known nor was a harp owned or heard elsewhere. A young... stop it. You haven't plugged in the... It's fine. Okay, finish this and then plug it in. Yeah. Why is she touching me? Yeah. Why is she touching me? The mirror.

I've done this time. Fuck off. Fuck off. A young boy found an older boy who played games with him and really knew his games. Lastly, a terrible woman refused to use the bathroom and shat in a cooking pot, then hid it under her bed. Bed, though. and shat in a cooking pot then hid it under her bed.

Fair play. And well as argued, issued every one daily. So, I don't... What the fuck? Where have I got to? So, ah, lastly a terrible woman refusing to use the bathroom and chatting in the cooking pot, then hid it under her bed and, well, as argued, issued everyone daily, saw, and this is the words, the devil that spat fire at her. The police were called and she tried to accuse the

nurse of trying to kill her with the devil. I also got stories from my mother seeing the same young lady who played the harp without her harp at that time. And my grandfather sees the devil guy. My grandfather described it as a red man with horns that was too tall for the room he was in so he's still standing up straight bent his neck down to fit. It stared down at him and simply asked slowly why are you here? I keep the mirror covered. Yeah, so that mirror feels like a definite portal

and should be behind holy fucking glass in some sort of museum where people kind of have access to it. Fuck that, what are they keeping the mirror for? Yeah, I feel like the mirror needs to go. The mirror needs to go to like an expert, like fucking Lorraine and Ed Warren, where they had a museum of stuff that were conduit and held the spirits,

like take the fucking mirror somewhere else. Fuck that. Yeah, it's naughty. It's got gold. Got gold. Ew, the mirror. Yeah, that mirror, man. Yeah, it's naughty. It's gotta go. Gotta go! Ew, the mirror. Yeah, that mirror, man. Like, what other mirror would you rather be talking about?

Oh, the one with the devil! Oh, I think it is. Ghosts aren't real. Oh, the mirror, yeah. Okay. Well, that's different. Yeah, did you want to sleep in there tonight? Not really, no!

Do I have another choice? Yeah. Yeah. Call me now. Oh, literally I only had one choice. I had one choice. I had one choice. I had one choice.

I had one choice. I had one choice. I had one choice. I had one choice. I had one choice. I had one choice. Not really no Yeah, yeah Oh Literally, I only had one comment on this one because this is um, this is within a reddit. Okay, yeah Someone decided to write back. This is house bra. Why is you here? anyway So fucking random. Okay, just need to tell someone about this. Aww, tell us.

I don't believe in this stuff. I still don't think I do, but I need to get this off my chest, and I don't have anyone in my personal life I can tell. Last night I was putting my one-year-old daughter to bed rocking her in her room in the dark. The door to her room was open by almost half an inch with a small amount of light coming in the room down the hall. From my provisional vision I saw a change in light and looked at the crack of the doorway to see something blocking the light part way. Uh, hold on. Part way, light part way. Up, why am I getting confused?

Up that definitely wasn't, oh oh it definitely wasn't there before. It was as though something was standing about a foot or so away from the door looking in. I hadn't heard my wife coming up the stairs and was immediately on high alert. I leaned side to side to try and get a picture of how weird the object was and if it maybe was just a trick of the light. I pretty quickly determined it wasn't a mistake and that it was about a person's width between 5'3 and 5'6 tall. It was at this point that I did something that probably sounds pretty silly but it was the only thing that I could think to do. I tensed up, put my weight towards my feet and started to

growl and bare my teeth like a chimp. I mean I get that. The obstruction didn't move but I was locked onto it. My daughter picked up on how tense I was and started to cry. As she did I put her in a crib whilst keeping my eyes on the door and watched as the object moved right before my eyes out of the way and to the left. I quickly went for the door and swung it open still as tents up ready to fight but there was nothing there, nobody was there. I picked the baby back up because she was still crying and heard my wife walk up the stairs to help with the baby to get her to sleep. I didn't tell my wife because she is a big believer in the paranormal and

would have absolutely freaked out and probably would have taken the baby to stay at her parents house. She has previously experienced questionable things in our house that have made her nervous but this but this might put her over the edge the same reason is why I still can't tell her about it or her parents since her mother is also superstitious but I needed to get it off my chest since since spoken again I don't believe in the paranormal and it's really fucking weird and before there's someone says there's somebody living in my house there's not it's a small townhouse way too confined for anybody to hide anywhere the attic entrance also has no ladder while the attic is windowless and nobody is getting in or out of there.

I don't know. Yeah, you're like no. I don't know. Yeah. I mean, I've never heard anyone growl at it before. I do get what he means by that like to show aggression unless he thought it was a person and the growling would make the person think there's a dog in the room. That came to my mind. I was like he's trying to be like there's somebody in my house and that's not my wife. I mean I suppose growling would be better than actually acknowledging it with words. We are animals, right? So someone said, top comment, sorry. I agree. It could not have been a person. No matter how hard one tries, they can't remain completely still for a long period of time.

But your vision of their shadow did not seem like you saw it swaying back and forth also a person would not be able to move and just disappear by the time that you reach the door it's making my body cold you say that you are set spectacled and I'm not trying to change that. However, there are things that have no easy answer to explain. I do not believe a single shadow would mean a haunting. It did, however, cause quite a stir, did it not? I hope you did respond. Something I just thought of that makes me think that maybe it was a sensory manipulation. We have a dog who barks at everything that comes near the house to the point that, to my dismay, those people with the loud dogs, but she didn't react to the situation at all so she clearly didn't hear or smell anything off again it's just rationalization isn't it

mm-hmm I don't know I don't know you are I mean something made his cerebellum go on high alert into fight-and-flight right like something he was ready to rip someone apart he was ready like a fucking chimp like he said he went back to his fucking caveman days And was like not on my fucking watch that just scared me She just walked around the fucking corner. Damn Okay, that's it Hate shadows. Yeah, I don't like like, especially when you know that you know that you've seen. I mean that happens all the time on a daily occurrence but you just

pretend that it ain't. But when it's there for a long period of time. Yeah almost like it's watching. Yeah that is awful. Yeah. That is awful. But I don't know like, I don't know like I don't know it's awful anyway go on okay my dad worked in security I got into it after he passed one night I was called on my night off they needed someone to go fill in for another site I never worked the site before but hey over time I accepted. It was one of my dad's old sites so it was about 0200 in the morning. Okay. I was like yeah. 2 o'clock in the morning. Yeah. I'm doing a round, I enter one of the buildings and I think I see someone moving up ahead. It is two o'clock and the building is locked. There should be, there should not be anyone in there.

I'm quite, quietly close to the door behind, I quietly closed the door behind me and creep up for a closer look. At the end of the hall is a security guard which is odd as I'm the only guard on duty at the time so I am eyeing this guy and I noticed the uniform. It is for a company that doesn't exist anymore. In fact it is for the company my dad worked for when he was at this site. So it hits me that it is my dad. I'm standing there watching him. He's apparently doing a round

of the building that I am patrolling. So I watch him. He looks directly at me as if he could see me. He looks at me for about 30 seconds or so. He then turns the corner. I've run to catch up with him but he was gone. Almost two years later I still swear I actually saw him that night. I don't know if it was a ghost, if I was hallucinating because it was one of his old posts and I was emotional, or if maybe somehow time loops exist and I actually saw him working the site in the past. I honestly don't know but every time I have a night off and they can't find anyone to fill in, I jump at it. No longer for the overtime but with the hope that whatever happened the first time happens again. I have filled in there over 20 times since that encounter and I haven't seen anything since. I really like that. I don't suggest you talk to it, but I really like that. I

do like that. What do you reckon? What could that be? Like it could have been any of those things right? I like the time loop theory, but I also think that maybe it was his dad visiting him on the rounds, which I like. Yeah. I do, I like like that and it's quite nice and comforting to think that that happened so that's where I'm going top comment I always wonder if this sort of thing represents a time slip a moment

where everything lines up just right for two for two points in times overlap briefly giving you a glimpse of your dad and perhaps he had a strange encounter with a ghostly version of you years earlier. That's what I mean, that he hasn't met yet, the son that he doesn't know that he has. Either way, either one is nice to think about. Or even like that's his grown up son that he doesn't know. If he was a ghost then that yeah yeah it's I mean the whole thing is it's nice but I wouldn't start humbling about it. I wouldn't start um...

Dave! To chat. Are you going to plug it in or not? Does it sound very different without it? without it just a little bit of a distance changing in tone yeah okay my last, it's like gone. Fae? Yeah. Fae. Fae. Fae is a term with multiple meanings. Magical, supernatural, fairies, so spirits, it can, a different number of things. I think most, what I thought was most people believed it's like a fairy Okay, okay

I'm a 18 year old guy. I started having sightings which I strongly believe are due to the fae I recently learned about then read stories and many things seem to add up I don't know if I, they are attracted to me. Fuck it, I haven't actually read this one. Or I can somehow see through the thing they hide behind for a while. So the way this works is that usually I see a couple of seconds and then they suddenly are gone. I'm not, I've not suffered from

any kind of mental illness and the creatures are not something that I can make up. I am not that creative. I just read a book, bruv. I'm doing my own commentary. It's what I'm like when I'm reading it. There are some creatures that I've seen many times. So I live in an area that is surrounded by forest and on the autumn day I was hiking in the woods and behind my backyard on the hill I saw a little creature wearing a dark cloak with collars Stop it that seemed to be made of fallen leaves

It's like that film that's a great fucking film in my head. And it's hard and its head seemed like a skull or a bird. I don't think it showed itself intentionally because it started running and then it was gone. The reason this memory freaks me out is that it was a windless day and for a few seconds I saw leaves were moving as it ran away. I saw this creature the second time at least and I think it was the same thing. Out of curiosity I hiked there again and the next day but this time it was really huge it was really huge and I felt like it was warning me about its territory so I

turned back and went home and avoided the area if possible. My second one, which is pretty common, is to see those little people who seem to like a mix between some kind of rodent and a human walk in my house. They never seem hostile, maybe grumpy, I believe that they are brownies or some other type of house spirits. These are ones that I would like to talk to and talk about and curious what do you think about it since I'm still not sure. P.S. English is not my first language so don't roast me. He's read the Chronicles of... No, no, no. No, you know what I'm thinking of, the boy. In the house. No, yes. Yeah, in the Gremlins or whatever, yes. What do you think? Do you think he's off his head or do you think he's...

I do believe people see shit. We're not the only things. No. And I do believe in fairies and stuff. I'm on the same page with how I feel about like spirits. I don't know if they're there for us to see but I definitely think something's going on. But this bloke is like he's reading the book to me that's what's bothering me yeah um top comment I'm curious have these encounters been recent it's probably just the fact that I this is four years ago by the way I look for posts and comments about Faye more often these days, but I've been getting the feeling

that Faye encounters are increasing. It's what I'm saying, it's like the fail is becoming thinner as the years go by. I can't say that I'm hearing more about fairies. I mean, it depends what side of fucking the internet you're on in it. Two years ago I would have laughed at the idea of fairies being real. Now they're like a regular occurrence in my life. This is somebody else yeah? The

timing also coincides with a very strange vivid dream I had about two years ago and where a beautiful oh I don't even want to say a beautiful deer woman came to me and told me that I have to get humans to allow the fae to join the humans she said bears are not fae in my dream but I knew what she was talking about otherworldly beings like herself I've never had a dream so random random or potent in my life I woke up crying because I knew my task she left me and was impossible OP did answer that and he said well what are you saying what you are saying is really interesting I

only had dreams about my first ever encounter I'm not sure what it is you know it's interesting though babe because there is more and more people talking about this stuff and I don't know because it's like there has been like a change and I don't know if that's because of the internet all this Weird shit that people like I mean now the government like yeah, there's aliens in the sea and that sort of thing 20 years and that is like a fact. So 20 years ago we would have been like, oh my god now we're like Is it gonna be really wouldn't have been 20 years ago. Is it gonna reduce our council tax? No, no do we have to rent a room to them? Yes. Are they paying council tax? Do you get what I'm

saying? And that is, I mean, that is a hundred percent yes they have confirmed UFOs are here on our planet. So you do know that don't you? Well I just hope for the fairies sake that they realize that the minute they are exposed They're gonna have to stop paying taxes So if I was there I would just keep myself to myself and as for a dear lady I don't I can't even envision that you know as in like a dear What that in stroke to him? Oh my god, are we talking about like? Like mythical Greek

Yeah, half man half. I have no idea what's interesting as well Is that and not that that makes any you've got half the people going is project blue bean all this weird shit That's going on. I don't know what that is. It basically it's like AI So the government are saying there's aliens here, blah, blah, blah, and all the stuff that's been on the news, and it has been all over the news, all over the world. They're saying that it's AI, that they generated it to make us believe, blah, blah, blah, to prepare us for whatever's going on next.

And then you've got the ones that are like, yeah, we've been saying there's aliens here since like we could breathe So that's the thing baby is all the fails becoming thinner because more and more people are spotting shit Like basically, you know, so when you're a child you see the ghosts and whatever this that and the other and you're like Oh daddy, I saw a fairy is that becoming thinner? Now we're adults because we give a shit less and less do you see what I'm saying something is shifting babe or is it that we're hearing about it more because the whole world is connected by social media that's my

point I mean the logical is because of social media right so we're just reporting on it and I'm not gonna say no that didn't something isn't going on with the bloke but I don't know. It's a bit, it's one you could go on and debate about. I mean think of the mimic thing you had never heard of that before. I had never heard of that before then a few years ago when I was like what the fuck is that and then people like this is what happens here in the Appalachian Mountains where I live and there's too many for too long to go that's bullshit and then of course there's all the drugs they're on and now all the fucking sirens and the

mermaids and all this stuff that's going on you just you get to the point where you're like it's probably all the fairy tales all the fucking myths and all this it's all probably fucking true it's probably true because now that we've got AI and the fairy folk can see that we're all making it up as we go along anyway, no one's gonna believe it anyway now anyway. That's what I'm saying. So, you know, all this stuff that is happening

and coming to light, some people are gonna go, it's bullshit, and then you've got the other people that can go, no, true, yeah. But either way, nobody seems to give a shit. No one gives a shit. Because life is so fucking hard right now. So I think everyone is just like, yeah, whatever. As long as they're coming in peace

and then they're bringing something positive to the world. At this point abduct me, you know what I mean? Take me away. Take me away, The secret place. It's alright, go on finish us off. Okay. I work with the elderly and I spent a few years working in a specialized dementia facility. At one point we had two residents, a man and a woman, who worked at a company called Air Products together for 20 plus years. However, due to the dementia they did not

remember each other. The female resident's dementia was very advanced. Physically she got around great, however she was incapable of forming sentences together, like me, or even words sometimes, without it coming out completely gibberish. Fast forward a few months, the male resident passed away. I was at the back of the room while the residents were watching a movie while the female resident walked by and sat next to me, something she never did. I see her staring off into the back of the room where no one is and I ask her what is she up to? She looks at me and clearly says, that's the guy from Air Products. My Air, my Air. In my two years of knowing this resident I have never heard more than

two words come out of her mouth clearly, let alone a full sentence like that. I asked her where she saw him and just like that her words were back to being jumbled and incomprehendable. Interesting. Yeah. That's what I'm saying. Unusual. Yeah that's what I'm saying like I don't know like just the whole thing babe of what's really, I don't think we ever know what is really going on or, you know, like when I said earlier, we're in a dome. It's just interesting to, it would be interesting to know what's really controlled, what we're allowed to know, what we don't know, why certain people see things, why don't, do you know what I mean?

Yeah. Like, Jenelle, she's told this story before, but we went up to Box Hill, we were in junior school, and she got lost. And to this day, hand on her heart, she will tell you that a fairy brought her back to the group. She will tell you that. She'll be able to describe it in everything.

So something happened that day, she got lost, she was brought back safely, in her words, by a fairy. So do I believe, I believe her. So you've gone from a child saying that to now it's a memory, it's a core memory of something that happened to her. So yeah, there is other shit and other stuff that we don't see. Why don't we see it because we're ignorant to it do you know what I mean I believe that as well don't get me wrong if I'm in the forest and I'm doing one of my runs and a fucking

fey jumps out at me I'm gonna literally shit myself like I'm doing the marathon one. If it's too fast for me I'll probably toe punt it or would I be like, hey, oh my god. Hey, Missy. Come and live in my house. He chose me. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And then I'm ready and you're going, out of my cards. But you see what I'm saying? I just think there is just so much going on that we just have no fucking idea about. And yeah, so another thing that'll come across while we're on this whole fucking idea about. And yeah, so another thing that I've come across while we're on this whole fucking weird thing. So there is apparently, there is a law somewhere in some country where they do not let their residents

talk to the dolphins. I don't know what the fuck that means, but it's like they're not allowed to do it. And I'm like, what the fuck that means but it's like they're not allowed to do it And I'm like what the fuck what are you talking about? What do you mean? Right? So basically the talking as in the full communication between Dolphins and humans is said to be like they fully understand Yeah, let's have a little let's have a little moochie-woochie. This was just something else I come across and I was like, what?

Oh, in the rabbit hole are we? Sorry! But hang on, we've got to go. She's gonna talk to dolphins. It's the fade. She's gonna ring me at four in the morning. So I found out why. Get off. Oh? Oh you are allowed to in the US talk to dolphins That's not what I was talking about. Yeah, that's fine.

They don't want us, right? Yeah, look. I've already annoyed a few scientists with this title. Why? Because talking to dolphins assumes they have a language in the first place. I can sense the form from here. Dolphins are smart, social and can use tools and carry Okay. How can they not have a language? They must have a few choice words, blah, blah, blah. I don't know. There is no, there is nothing that makes it make sense. But if you go on TikTok,

there's a whole fucking rabbit hole of other shit. Lily was up and away traveling. He had Margaret pick up the mimicry work where he'd left off. rabbit hole of other shit. No, they're going to take the block all the way. I really chose to work with Peter because he had not had any human-like sound training. The other two had. My first goal was to get him to listen while I speak, and then I would listen while he speaks and we would set up this conversation-type thing where we could make some sort of progress. Today is January 27th. The time is all 900 hours. Much of the work in the Dolphin House was captured on tape,

and these are the real sound recordings of Margaret's lessons. A-E-I-O AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhhaa hhaa hhaa hhaa hhaa hhaa hhaa hhaa hhaa hhaa hhaa hhaa hhaa hhaa hhaa hhaa hhaa h Don't squirt. He would listen to me. And I would say, No, no, no, Peter, what I want you to do is count to three. You're going to say, one, two, three. And Peter wouldn't repeat everything I told him. He would work on the,

ah, ah, sound. Ah! One, two, three. You're gonna have to take all that out. Anyways. But, I don't know, it's a whole fucking rabbit hole. In 1962. But yeah man. So you can do better Peter.

Swap! I'm pretty good for a fucking dolphin. Do better! Using better bitch. Yeah, I about hold your breath for 20 minutes. Right. Thank you for joining everyone. We hope you enjoyed today. Sorry it went a bit fucking...

We started talking about ghosts. We ended up on fairies and then dolphins. It's weird, right? It's you! I don't know what to say. I don't know what to say. It's weird right? It's you! I can't wait to take it. It interests me. It's funny because I just think that the whole fucking, I don't know, what about that fairy? He has a pretty strong dolphin accent he has. I'm so tired.

Bye! My surprise! Oh yeah, you can't even talk. Bye bye! Bye bye! Bye! Bye!