Morbid - Episode 405: Listener Tales 61: Across The Pond Edition

Episode Date: December 16, 2022

OMG! Listener tales, brought to you by you from you for you, and ALL ABOUT YOU. This batch of listener tales comes from our favorite people across the pond. You guys just seriously know how to deliver. We've got an instance of Home Mass gone demonically wrong, an evil spirit attaching itself to a school-aged child, a haunted house or haunted human (you decide) and so much more! We hope you enjoy and feel free to send in your own listener tale to [e-mail] with "listener tale" somewhere in the subject line :)See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Hey, Prime members, you can listen to morbid, early, and ad-free on Amazon music. Download the app today. You're listening to Immorbid Network Podcast. Hi, I'm Lindsay Graham, the host of Wondries Podcast American Scandal. Our newest series looks at the Kids for Cash Scandal, a story about two judges who stood accused of making millions of dollars in a brazen scheme that shattered the lives of countless children. Listen to American scandal on Amazon Music or wherever you get your podcasts. Hey weirdos, I'm out.

And I'm Alena. And this is morbid, which means it's a listener tale. And you guys know what that means. Everybody say it with me now. Brought to you by you for you from you and all about you. Hit your microphone, yeah. Every time. You're on a date. You might not have even heard that one

because I had like the arm of it. That's true. These microphones are fun that way. Yeah. You know what I mean? They're all swively and shit. We're very profess. Here.

So profess as you well know, absolutely. Literally sitting here in Hocus Pocus sweatpants. That's right. That is called business casual. And I thought he told Hocus Pocus casual. And you know what, today we decided because we are in the midst of our Yorkshire Ripper series. Ripper.

But it is a Friday and Friday or listener tails. And we figured we can give you a little breather before part three and four come out next week and ruin your life. We were gonna go, we decided to do some, you know, some British UK listener tails from Leeds, from Yorkshire, from London. You know, London, I'm pretty sure it's Yorkshire. Yorkshire to sure. That's how you say it, but maybe I'm wrong.

I love you guys regardless. I did see an email when I was scooting through and this person said that we do really well pronouncing UK places. Wow. And they said they were so impressed because some of them were so crazy to which I say we're from Boston. Yeah, we're from Massachusetts. We get it. Lemon star. Yeah, we get it. Glossed. Doach, Esther. All of the above. Exactly. So we get it. Lemon star. Yeah. We get it. Gloss the dorshester. All of the above. Exactly. So we get it. We get you. You get us.

It's great. We see you. You see us. And we love you. So we decided to keep the little theme theme going. Yeah. I feel like we're kind of like,

whoa. Right now. We're really feeling it. Yeah. I chugged my coffee this morning. It's actually. I really did because every bite of, I got a breakfast.

I went to this morning and every food of, but every bite of food I took I would wash it down there. It was just like oh shit. Oh, that's not gonna go a lot later No, my ideas babies. I Hey there, fellow podcast listener, it's Elena. And Ash! And we're taking you back to the days before streaming services. Whoa! You know when you would come home from high school and it was only a few hours until that

TV show everyone was watching was about to come on? Well in 1999, that show was Buffy the Vampire Slayer. In our podcast with Wondery, the rewatcher Buffy the Vampire Slayer, we take it back to 1999. So get out your knee high boots and paste that poster of Angel on the wall. It's time to enter the Buffyverse. Some of you avid morbid listeners already know what we've gotten store. Join us. Join us as we sway our way through Buffy's drama, action, and romance. Episode by episode. Slazy. Follow the rewatcher, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, wherever you get your podcasts. You can listen early and add free on the Amazon Music or Wondery app. Darn, ee-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e Yeah, brother. Let's go. Oh, I don't know if I can say your name yet, but hell yeah, that name you can your name is Fiona Fiona is a gorgeous name. I'm obsessed with that name. Fiona was on your list. It was high

Yeah, on my list. I honestly it was it was we went into the day. Yeah with Fiona. Yep, but another name for some reason when we saw them popped Pop forward people say that and it sounds I remember you saying it to me. And I was like, yeah, like, yeah, I'm sure if you like, no, it really, it really is. But it's true when you see the baby, you know, so the animal, but you know what? Fiona is a great fucking name. I love that. I love that name a lot. I really do. So it says, dear, Ashley, no, my name is Fiona. If you happen to read this on the podcast, you can absolutely use my name, and I will full-on-shit my pants just so you know. That's good, because we did like 24 times at this point.

I hail from Cork and Ireland. Oh, yeah. You must visit it someday in the future. Oh, I'm gonna, I'm gonna. And I will happily give you my grand tour while constantly fan-girling over both of you, of course. Yay! And sure, Mandate, in sue mandated fan girling.

You both are the absolute beast needs, and I listen to your show daily. Like, I've actually had withdrawals after catching up, so I started re-listening from the beginning, and nearly caught up for a second time around. Too much, never. Anyways, I just wanted to end my praises by saying you two wickedly fabulous humans

deserve the best of the worlds. And if you ruled it, I would happily kiss your feet. Oh my God, you don't ever have to do that. Fiona, I would happily kiss your feet. Oh my God, you'll ever have to do that. Fiona, I would happily kiss your feet. Because you're a wonderful person. I don't even like feet. I would blow your feet. You're feet a kiss.

I would kiss your ring. I would say, that's what I'm doing. I've always wanted to visit or even live in Massachusetts or the surrounding areas. And after the Constant Gilmore Girls References is made on the podcast, I convinced myself to start the show. And all I can say is that it has solidified my dreams. Thanks, Alina.

It's your first hello, baby. It is such a comforting show. It is. I'm telling you guys, if you haven't got into it, just give it a chance, let it lull you into its clutches because it's so good. When I was a little latchkey baby, I would come home just in time for it.

It's so comforting. I'm living by carousel through the both of you. When you talk about the places you visited or lived in, and all I can say is pack my bags. It's so funny, because I'm living by carousel through you living in Corc. I was so true. That's really funny.

He's saying how badly we want to move to your house. So badly. I've attached a double space putt of a for your consideration, Ash, containing my way too long list in our tale, Adjust If Necessary. I know you say you won't, but seriously reconsider your values if needed. Never.

It contains a priest, a diamond, and some screaming cows intrigued. I hope so. Mo. Yes, I pre-ordered my signed copy of the butcher and the rents on waterstones, and I cannot fucking wait for to arrive. Alina, can I just say you are morbidly marvelous

for this creation? Thank you. Don't worry, Ash, you are morbidly marvelous just by existing. Thank you. PPS, I'm a full-time actress, badass. Oh cool. And when The Butcher and the Rends becomes a film

or limited series, I'm doing something Dr. Ren Miller or Mueller, if I just send my own characters name, Rob. Wow. LOL. Anyways, ladies, enjoy my story and's name wrong. Wow. Oh, well. Anyways, ladies, enjoy my story. And I hope and pray to whatever mystical force can grant me my witch's wish that you read this on the podcast. All my love and stay weird.

Fiona, well, here we are. I love it. Says where to start. I suppose I could trace back my earliest and by far scariest memory of the house of hell that was my Irish grandmother's back when I was seven years old. We had just moved to Ireland after leaving our previous home in Wakefield, Yorkshire, and England, where my father was raised.

Fun true crime fact, this house, oh, and you guys are gonna like this because you just heard it. What? Once we lived in, once we, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that,

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but yeah, but you know, the case. The cases of the case. My English grandmother still living there has had countless strange and mysterious experiences in that house. Many grew some tales she told me, be it in letters or on the landline, and sometimes still to this day send shivers down my spine. But that's a tale for another day. I hope you send that tale. Another one.

Send it. My mother being Irish and my father being English was peaceful, was a peaceful and loving union despite their home countries hating one another and having a long history of violence and upset. I'm glad they were a peaceful union. Yeah. Two-star crossed lovers. In school, I would have my classmates taunting me because of my English descent and even little seven-year-old pure Irish children had the history of their ancestors' pain and torment, seeping into their veins. Oh, man. The hate for the English was intran-trensical.

I- Instinctual. Wait, oh, yes, I- I was sorry, I lost my place. I repressed my English side into the darkest depths of my small body and to fit in the childhood circle of future IRA fighters. I became a true Irish girl and long to take part in activities to prove my allegiance to the country.

Little seven-year-old me was wild, Ella. One of these activities was the weekly station mass. The station masses are mass held in a family home and has long been celebrated in Ireland. Any Irish listener will know what I'm referring to. That's so cool. They became popular during the Penal Times in Ireland, in particular during the 18th century,

when public ceremonies involving Catholic clergy were banned. Small communities would come together and secret to celebrate mass at each other's homes. This was in order to avoid English soldiers' attention and prevent the possibility of incarceration in some cases, and in some cases deaths. Thanks, England. I digress.

On this particular occasion, oh, also just speaking of mass, quick little side note, I just, I slept on Midnight Mass, Mike Flanagan series, guys. Oh, yeah, you were slept on it. I just watched the first episode the other night with John. I'm hooked. Can't wait to talk to you guys about it. I've heard so many recommendations to watch it. It's fucking awesome. I'm ready to go. it. I've heard so many recommendations to watch it. It's fucking awesome.

I'm ready to go. Okay. I've never heard you say speaking of mass. I was like, is she, what the fuck is she gonna say right now? Yeah, it's really good. If you haven't started it, I highly recommend starting it. On this particular occasion, and it was my granny's turn to hold the station mass

at her home, an old countryside farmer's house with peeling wallpaper and enough crosses to give the Pope a run for his money. This was a catfish. And the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish

and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the catfish and the Having been recently self-elected as the newly Catholic purely Irish girl in the family, it meant a great deal to me for my friends and the whole parish to see what a truly devoted

Irish and non-English Jesus-loving freak I was. So I helped in any way I could. I'm obsessed with G-Fiona. The preparation started weeks in advance. The whole house was stripped clean of any dust, mold, stains, non-Christian ideology, including her beloved Elvis memorabilia. She required on her trip to Memphis. You had to get rid of that.

Granny was a huge Elvis fan, but Father Michael didn't need to see his blue suede shoes. Oh my God, I'm dying. I cleaned and asked way too many questions about how the stations worked. And if I needed to learn Latin in three weeks, I was an ambitious seven-year-old. My granny would snap back with lots of,

I don't know. In Christ, would you ever shut up, you fucker? Ha ha ha ha. Very blasphemous of granny, but I didn't hold it against her. Ha ha ha. She was under Jesus's stress without her precious Elvis posters

to watch her over her poor soul. I'm determined and not deterred. I spent the nights leading up to the big day at my granny's home, and boy, do I regret it. Spending time in this home, I started noticing strange and unnatural occurrences. For example, I would wake up at 3 a.m. most mornings to hear the cows screaming. No, like seriously, they were blood-curdling screams that made the hairs on my neck stand like they've never stood before. I have never heard a cow do anything other than moo.

Should we pause and listen to a cow scream? Abs of fucking looly. Okay, let's pause and listen to a cow scream. I need to... Yeah, that's terrifying. Um... I'm so sad. I don't recommend googling it.

It's definitely not. It's a little... Don't google cow screaming. It will bring up a lot of very sad things. I love cows. I want to get cows someday. There you go. No, definitely no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no were directly looking directly at me. I'm not shitting you. What? The cows with their black and white patches and strangely placed eyes were all lined up in a row, completely silent, but all staring directly at my window. What the fuck? It was eerie.

Was it the least? I would stare back at them. My heart pumping furiously in my chest and could not break eye contact. I was waiting for one of them to move, back at them, my heart pumping furiously in my chest and could not break eye contact. I was waiting for one of them to move, any of them, but they stood motionless, almost zombie-like. All of a sudden their eyes drifted from my bedroom window to the roof of the house. In unison. What?

They moved perfectly in sync as they gazed up at the roof where another window stood in the attic and a cross was held. I'm terrified. Suddenly, I heard a another window stood in the attic and a cross was held. I'm terrified. Suddenly I heard a loud bang coming from the attic above me. All at once the cows started their blood-curdling screaming once again. I have volchils. Is anyone else awake? And I sprinted faster than Usain Bolt himself under the safe co-safe cover by Blanca Cheats. I curled up into a ball and cried,

because I was so scared of what had just happened that I was paralyzed to get out of my bed. The following morning came quick enough after my exhausting encounter. I fell into an uncomfortable sleep. I walked into my kitchen and wondered if I should relay the past night's events. I concluded that I wouldn't say anything

unless my granny mentioned hearing the cow scream or the undeniably loud bang coming from the attic above. She said nothing, not a single word about the demonic disruption happening in her own evil home mentioned hearing the cow's scream, or the undeniably loud bang coming from the attic above. She said nothing, not a single word about the demonic disruption happening in her own evil home just hours later. Earlier, she went off to work in the farm with the possessed cows and toe. From what I could see, they were acting completely normal, not a scream or unison performance in sight.

All I could picture when you were like saying that you were just staring at the cows and like them staring back at you. You just a little wave. So I just wanted her to do a little wave at them. Just like, hey. And they all just nod. Yeah, and then that's it. Before she left, she tasked me with putting

all of the unwanted items away. I asked where I should put them. And yes, you guessed it, the attic. No. There was no way on God's green earth that I was going up there on my own after hearing that startling unknown bang. Her Irish impatience was dwindling when I was reluctant to do so.

And after a long lecture about respecting your elders and that her selflessly letting me live in her house when I asked to help, I was defeated and shown the latter. I tentatively made my way up the rotten wooden ladder, saying several prayers while doing so. I reached the top and lifted the dusty board, which covered the portal to hell. Okay, maybe I was being a little dramatic, but it certainly felt that way at the time. I peered around and all seemed relatively normal. There was no evil demon waiting for me or banshee crying in the corner. It was simply an attic, or so I thought. I heaved my belly onto the floor and straddled my way up onto my feet. I

was carrying a few Elvis posters and her not-so-best crockery. My curious mind overtook my rational one. Do not recommend. And decided to explore the place I was all too scared of just minutes before. I thought to myself that it wasn't so bad and proceeded to bring up the heaps of stuff my granny wanted to shield from Father Michael's eyes.

Just when I placed some heavy metal vinyls in the corner, granny was cool. Holy shit! That's amazing! Nanny is rocking out after masks. I noticed the window. The window with the cross, in which made the cow scream the night before. The cross looked different. I tried to pinpoint it, but apparently my seven-year-old mine was dumb as fuck and took a while to realize. But the cross was upside fucking down. What? I thought it was strange, but didn't panic.

This was short-lived. Upon closer inspection, I saw scratch marks on the wooden frame of the cross. Like full-on, demon scratches. What? Better yet, I realized the cross had been plunged into the window sill. Like, smash down so hard upside down into the ledge

that it now looked permanently molded into it. Y'all the bang. I knew it. Some demon was willy-nilly shoving crosses upside down into the window sill, all while scaring the mother fucking cows and most of all me. Someone called Buffy. That's right.

Watch, listen to the rewatcher. Hey. This occurrence, these, I feel like that occurred. This occurrence happened every night leading up to the station mass. It was like someone didn't want you guys to do it. Screaming cows and bangs in the other rooms of the house.

I woke up one morning to find a picture of the Virgin Mary, Mother Mary, on the floor. The picture was turned upside down in the picture frame. Ooh, I don't know why I hate that so much, but I really do. I know that the frame could only be placed upright one way due to the embellishing and words printed along the sides. If you read that, I'm leaving. Don't read that out loud.

Do not. We don't read Latin here. We don't. In Latin? No! No, this is Kevin in the woods right now. I won't do it. You know you're not supposed to. No, read the Latin. no, no, this is Kevin in the woods right now. I won't do it. You know you're not.

Do not read the Latin. That's what I'm saying. Well, listen, I'm already in other words, the end to the prayer Hail Mary. Okay. In Latin. That's fine. Maybe it is.

Maybe it's not. The mother fucking demon was turning shit upside down and making it ominously fall in order to make his or her presence known. Needless to say, I was freaked, and the prospect of becoming an all-Irish Catholic loving girl became less attractive day by day. Anyway, I don't really know about this. You're like, I, and having reconsiderations. It seems like a lot of work. I don't know. It seems a little scary. Anyways, the day had finally come. The first Friday in March was D-Day. We

spent most of the morning preparing sandwiches, making sure there was enough tea bags to supply the nation while preparing the living room for the evening mass. A small table was placed in front of the fireplace with the Bible, Rosary Beads, as well as Holy Water all placed on top. I feel like something's gonna happen here. I'm very scared. Father Michael came by around noon to bless the house to ensure it was suitable come last time. Uh oh. Little seven year old me was anxious.

Convinced that the demon would come out unannounced as the priest of holy water in a tent. That's what I felt like. That didn't happen. Okay. What did happen though was as the holy water dropped on certain areas of the house, the splashes of liquid would turn dark like black.

Staining each area it was unfortunate enough to land on. What? I didn't notice this until evening came, and the house was full of Irish chitchat, and my concerns were brushed away with. I don't know how to say that, because it's galeic. So it says Irish for quiet, attempt a few dare. I try and keep it.

And it is by no means how it looks because that is like a, that's a rule in Irish. Like that it never is the way it looks. Yeah. I would say that probably says, Kwanis. Why don't we hold them? It probably says like Kownis. Kownis. I think I said it right the first time.

Yeah, I think you did Kownis. So Kownis, they do. The mask was long. Quiet, quiet, quiet. Yeah, they go quiet. The mask was long and boring. I didn't understand any of it. My dreams for becoming a truly Irish girl will now completely undesirable.

If I have to go through with this shit again, I thought to myself, then it was not worth it. And I would wrap Union tracks around my body if it meant I could escape the next one. That's iconic. Just as the mass ended with an amen, the lights went out. No! I knew it was not me who was hallucinating this occurrence

because I had 80 other people to confirm it happened. They flickered weekly and then turned back on. In a few minutes of darkness, some force unbeknownst to any in the room, but I spilled the holy water onto the Bible on the table. Upon inspection, Father Michael's face turned a deathly pale. The part of the Bible covered by holy water was now an inky black stain. What?

The room went quiet. He flipped another few pages and looked as if his whole faith had been questioned in that one moment. He calmly placed the Bible on the table and urged the mass was over and people should quote go home and rejoice in the grace of God Samwiches made by me and my granny were left untouched on the kitchen table as people I love you're like they didn't even take a fucking sandwich on their way out We're taking those demons and we After a demon made their presence known. As people silently, but hastily ushered out of the now known house of hell. Needless to say, I was reluctant to return to Granny's after that encounter.

The priest thought it best that the station mass would no longer continue in the parish, as he, quote, felt it was best to worship God in his house at church. I felt that way too. Whenever our family would gather at granny's speed on a special occasion or casual visits, I can't shake the feeling that something is harboring there, nesting into the crevices of the walls, waiting for the priest or parish to return in order to mess with their faiths once more. Anyways, my lovely ladies, that was my listener tale. One of the many crazy stories I've experienced in which I would pluck from my mind. However, this one stood out the most for obvious reasons.

Thanks again for your endless talent and charm. I hope to listen to your podcast daily until I'm old, withering, and holding a station massed myself. You're invited, of course. Thank you. Only if it goes how that one went, because that was hardly. That's the only way I would go too. So on that note, keep it weird, but not so weird that.

Take it away, Ash, unless you don't want to, because I know if I were in your position, I would freak out and I remember a single detail from the story told me that it's before in blank. So here's a backup, keep it weird. Well, I'm gonna use your backup because I don't want it to go to waste. And you know it will be funny.

Not so weird that the Irish hate the English, but because you're half and half, you have to prove your allegiance to some fucking and then seven-year-olds by helping your divide Irish Catholic Granny set up for some weird ritualistic station mass and in the process you heard cows screaming it shit turned upside down and black holy water stayed in the shed out of your Granny's home so much that now she's a possessed demon freak to the local priest and will no longer be hosting station

masses. Don't keep it that weird. Love the pants off you both of you, but love the pants off you both of you Irish descend to Gals. Fiona. Fiona, that was so fucking good. I love that. You made a demon story and hilarious.

Who does that? Like an actual terrifying faith-shaking team in the story you made funny. So good. Fiona, that's a talent. You are a talent in my friend. That one was really good. That was good.

Man, in key black stains of honey. I know her. I don't like that at all. And the upside down cross slammed into, and that's what she had heard was it being slammed into the window sill. I'm like, did Granny ever notice? Also, she had like metal records.

I'm like, was Granny like, maybe Granny was stuck in the red, like doing something to me? She played a record backwards one night, and things were never the same. She played it cool around everybody, but I think she was like rockin'. I think she was a living, she was a gogranny. Go gogranny. Alright, my next one is Listener Tale, UK Convent Boarding Schools.

So this is going to be fun and terrifying. Hi ladies, my childhood friend Katie Moore, it's cool to use her full name. She literally would die of excitement if she hears this. In fact, she's written it herself. So if you're reading this and I got mine read before you could read it. Let me get back to my story. You can use my first name, not my last.

So my mother thought it would be a great idea to send me to a Convent Boarding School at 10. Yes, 10 years old. Well, if you've ever seen the old movie Annie, the original, hell yeah. That's what the dormitory room looked like. If you haven't, please google it. Oof, was handing in.

At night, we girls would get V-board. There wasn't much to do in a convent. The nuns would waltz around, dress head to toe in black, and looking disapproving, clutching their large wooden crosses that hung around their necks. Being a little bit naughty myself, and a little bit pissed that I was stuck at this place during the week, I was always looking for something to entertain myself and my friends. I digress here, but one time I stole some of the wine from the chapel and we had a little drinking party after like 10.

I also set fire by accident to a net curtain in the chapel with a candle. I thankfully eventually asked to leave. I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was, I was going to stop the beach. They were like, uh, could you get the fuck out of here? Can we get the fire starter out of here, please? She was like, when a fire stalls the bar. Anyway, this whole place was terrifying. I had piano practice alone in the evenings and the

basement twice a week. And trust me, that was enough to scare the life out of you. I hated it, but regardless of the terror on my face, those bitches, sorry, nuns, would they go down there and practice for half an hour or for an hour? Being a little intuitive myself, I pick up on energy and the energy down in the basement sucked balls. There were rooms in the comment that you could walk in and it would feel like you would walk into a freezer. I will get on to my story, but there's so much drama from that fucking place. I could go on and on. I feel you. What an out. Honestly.

We're here for you. I'm intrigued. One night a girl in our dorm, who was about 11 or 12 years old at the time, pulled out a Ouija board. Ash would have been out. In a convent, I would have lost it. When we did our ghost tour with Sam and Cole, we met somebody, mentioned a Ouija board, and I was like, no, I'll leave.

Like somebody was like, would you guys like do? I was like, and Ash was like, no, I'll leave. Like somebody was like, would you guys like do? And I was like, and asked was like, no, I won't. I was like, I mean, like me? And I was like, well, you can do it by yourself. And you are going to have to get a ride home with someone else. Don't bring that. We just wanted to mock off.

Lights have been turned out and we were trying to keep quiet and not wake and none. I'm like, oh, I feel like what's one thing? Try not to wake and none. I'm just going to say it's one thing trying to sneak into your house and not wake your parents up waking a none up That feels like it would be a very traumatic experience That's a horror movie. Like mom would just scare you and be like there's a horror movie called the none so like that's all

You really need to for real. That's all I have in my mind. Oh, skinny We all sat on the floor between the beds with this Ouija board placed inside in the circle we made. None of us really knew what we were doing because we were like a little little. No, not well. Yeah. And no one had ever told us not to do it. Exactly. We started to ask the board questions with our little fingers placed on the glass. At first, nothing happened. And when suddenly there was little movement in the glass, and of course, we all accused each other of moving it. Let me also add right now, we naturally assumed we were safe as houses being in the combat and in a room with at least two crosses on the wall. I understand that. Word to self and anyone young and naive. Do not ever assume anything, ever. As we started to ask more questions, the glass started to move around more freely. It

actually would spin around the board. We asked questions like, when would we get married, have children, and if we would fall in love, you know, the stuff that most young girls wanted to know. Long story short, because I'll ramble otherwise, things started to get very weird and scary. The glass was spinning around a lot more, and more and more questions were being answered. We would actually look forward to using the board every night and the Ouija board became a regular

nightly game quote unquote. There were always more and more things we wanted to know. And it's like so I can see why it would be fun when you're I did it a ton of times when I was younger. That's like a ton of times. Like every time we had a sleep over, every time we had a party, we did a Ouija board. It's so funny, I've always had an aversion to them. I've never happened to me, so that's why I don't. I've never wanted to fuck them. I'm not really, like, I don't really believe that like a Mattel game is gonna open a portal.

I don't know. Like, me not to all the things we've heard. I mean, I don't know. I think, I don't think it's the game. I think it's the intentions going into the game and maybe some of the vibes in the place you are in. Yeah. I think it has a lot of things that come all together.

I don't think it's just a person in a room asking the Ouija board if you're gonna marry Johnny when you grow up. Like I don't think that's what brings it. Yeah. I think there's a mishmash. I think for me, personally, there's just too much unknown about the portals and shit

that I'm like, I don't need to fuck around and find out. And one of my best friends, Marissa, did a Ouija board and the events following the night she did the Ouija board are fucked. And I slept in her dorm where they had done it, like the weekend after they did it. And there was some dark ass energy in there. Like it was, I did not like it.

Yeah. I feel like a dorm room is like dark ass energy anyways. So it's like, it is, but it's like doing a Ouija board. No, I mean, I believe you. That's what I'm saying. I really feel like putting a Ouija board in there. Yeah, because so many people have like coming on. Pretty, it's like weird energy anyways.

So it's like, you're just really, that's probably it. Yeah. That's what I mean. Like certain places I'm like, I probably wouldn't do it. That's the thing. Like I had been there before to that dorm and then after and of course, like you're true, you're right, like dorms are weird and weird energy. But then afterwards it was like I was scared to sleep there.

Like I did not like it. Yeah, I'm not like, I straddle the line with that. Yeah, you started on a real harsh, a lot of paranormal stuff. Yeah, I have no like real, like, blinded myself. This is my view on it, you know? Like I'm just kind of open to both. I get where you guys are not coming from

and I get where the other one is. Yeah, exactly. I was gonna say, I don't know if you guys know, but I have a real aversion to it. Oh, you do? Yeah, I don't know if I've ever made it clear. You never express that. That's the thing.

I really wanted to let you know. I always like finding out other people's stances on Weijabord's. A lot of people are cool with them. A lot of people are. And I think we asked Tobias forage. And he said he didn't believe that. I think he said it was like a game,

a metallic game. Yeah, like he was like, I don't think that. But even when you did the history of Weijabord's, like from the jump things were weird. Yeah, it's an ins right. I by no means shut out that it is, yeah, that it could possibly be nefarious. Yeah, nefarious, nefarious.

It's a good word. I like that. So anyways, things went badly. Things went down badly one night. The glass seemed to get angry with our laughing and teasing and flew off the board and hit the wall. Well, we all jumped back and sat there looking at each other. The girl who had brought the board into the school suddenly started crying. And she told us, she realized, excuse me,

and she told us that we had released a bad spirit and we would now be haunted by it. Oh, she knew it had been a bad spirit because of the responses we were getting to the questions we asked. Now, let me tell you, in typical young girl style, there is always one that wants to know about sex, etc. Of course. Those questions were asked and in truth, the glass had spun and we had left. I immediately felt anxious trying to convince myself that it was not true. That Alex, the girl who had brought it, was just being over dramatic.

Suddenly, there was a bang and sister Veronica ran in shouting for us to get a- oh, why did I just- I was like, that's not her name. Sister Veronica. I was like, run my name. I was like, that's cool. Sister Victoria, that's my like, like, that's a great name too. It is. Brandon shouting for us to get into bed. Alex had jumped into the bed, into bed with the board, so nothing had been seen by sister Victoria. After this, nights started getting back to normal, and we went back to gossiping in the dark and talking about things we talked about previously, seemingly we'd all forgotten what had happened, or at least we wanted to forget. The end of the school term came and I headed home for the Easter holidays. This is where

shake gets really real. While in bed every night I would wake up feeling my bed shake, literally as if the whole single bed was shaking. There had also been a few lights where I had felt a pillow, oh, excuse me, and there had also been a few nights where I had felt a pillow push down on my face and I had woken up to pull it off. What? I started to get very scared whenever I was in my bedroom.

I would feel something around me and it didn't feel good. I would often take a bath and see the shower door open and close as I lay there. Oh, fuck. No. Oh, I just got like so many shells. As the holiday went on, I began to wake up more and more terrified and felt my bed shake. And that was something was lying next to me. I would run into my mother and stepbothers room begging them to let me sleep on the floor in their room, or I would get into my younger brother's bed, shaking with fear.

Oh, eventually my mother listened to me, and she invited a psychic medium, she knew to come over and check my bedroom. That's a baller mom, that is a baller mom move. Because most moms would be like, you know what, I checked out of the bed, there's nothing there. Meanwhile, she's like, I checked out of the bed,

not to see anything, but let's call this psychic medium. What's called medium? She's like, this isn't really my forte. Yeah. As my mom and I waited downstairs in the sitting room, we could hear shouting coming up from upstairs. It was the lady arguing with someone very loudly in my bedroom. After what felt like forever, I was completely shaken up. As was my mother, the lady returned downstairs to fill us in on what had happened. What happened? She had seen a man. He was a priest or it was at least dressed as a woman. He was a very, either way. He was a very bad man and had lived at the

convent many years ago. He had raped many of the men. Oh my God. And according to the lady, a very, very scary man. Oh my God, my whole body. My whole body. My arm right now. My whole body is doing the, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. My goosebumps have goosebumps. Oh, that's the thing. Oh, scary, people, trees.

That's one of the scariest things I can think of. It is. It absolutely is. When you mix, it's just the, no, no, whoo, whoo. Watch my nightmare. Honestly, honestly, he was who we were talking to when we did the Ouija board every night, and he had attached himself to me.

Everything I had felt was real. He had been in my room and he had been scaring me. I hate this. I guess this is a big heads up to anybody who might be listening. Do not ever play with anything like that. Ouija boards are dangerous, louder for the people in the back. And also I can confirm that this is written and Ash is not just saying, wege boards are dangerous.

They should literally come with a warning. You have no idea who you were speaking to and these negative entities have a habit of attaching themselves. The lady told my mother that it was quite common for this to happen to be a few best in children as they are very susceptible to these things. Children are innocent and that's why the negative and bad ones want to attach themselves. So that's my story, damn. I've never been near a Ouija board since and would never do one again. I regularly burn sage and frankincense and

have salt outside my front door and Archangel Michael is in every room in my house. Also, note to my parents. If your child tells you something like this, please believe what they are saying. No two parents, yeah. Because I was like, wait, your parents got a medium. Yeah, they took it.

The parents rocked on. Note to parents. Also, on another note, I feel I could say this as I lived in LA for three years. Americans cannot do a British accent. It's bad, and it's grading. We don't all have a Cockney accent. You do.

You all over. I agree. Yeah, no, nobody does a good British accent. No. Although, I'm pretty good on it. No, we're not good at it. No, I'm good. I was like, let's be real.

I'm literally kidding. Also, thanks, Katie Moore. You can use her full name for introducing me to morbid. I am addicted. Thanks, Katie. Keep being weird because who wants to be normal? And that was Sophie's listener tale. Sophie.

Sophie, I love that name too. Let me say that was fucking terrifying. It was so scary. And let me also say that we did not intentionally make this like, uh, religious, it just happened, I guess. Is this one religious? I don't know. I think you did that one, right? Which one is. Is this the next one religious? I don't know. I think you did that one, right?

Which one is this? Am I the paranormal drama? I don't know. I don't know. Well, let's see. This one's called, Am I the paranormal drama? I love it. Is it me?

Am I the key? Is this the most? All right. Hi, Ash, Elena, and Deb Deb. Yay! If you're reading this, I've attached my spooky list in her tail in the form of a devil space pit of a little ghost emoji. Let's see. Oh, it's nice.

You might know. It's got like a border. I still remember when I learned how to add a border to remember the game change. All right. Today we're going to add borders. And you're like, yeah, I am. I was like, let's go. Let's go. Hello from across the pond to my two-fave ladies. Hey, my name is Shell.

I'm 28 and I'm from the glorious United Kingdom, up north if you want some specifics. You can use my name and any names you see throughout. Thank you. Before I start using you like my own glorified spupi Agonyance, please everybody call us our glorified spupi Agonyance. I love that. Please let me start by saying how much I adore you guys. My first episode was the Vulisca Axe murders and my god it was a proper good one. I was hooked.

Hey! A little more about me before I jump into this because it's a long one. Roughly 17 minutes, I did time it, but I have a fucked up, but I may have fucked up the timing, so basically good luck. I'm a trainer for staff doing working in healthcare and whilst I cover all types of care homes, dementia care, end of life, residential and learning disabilities, I actually specialize in staff doing working in healthcare and whilst I cover all types of care homes, dementia care, and of life, residential, and learning disabilities, I actually specialize in training for mental health and challenging behaviors. And I also support staff staff with caring for their own mental health.

Oh, yeah. I've been working in healthcare for over 11 years now and started as a care assistant myself. I travel around the UK for work and spend a lot of time driving, which means I have plenty of time for podcasts, which brought me to you guys. Yay! Yeah! And honestly, now I'm obsessed. So thank you again for being the best disfucking weirdos out there. Oh, thank you. Thank you, yeah. Also, for three of the homes I visit, I have to travel through the Saddleworth Moors. Throw back to the Moors murders episodes, which were so well done, I'm so glad you guys paid so much attention to the victims and how beautiful each soul was. Oh, thank you. That really means a lot.

You did such a good job with that one. Thank you. I get the spookies when I drive through their most of the time as that part of the motorway is known for thick fog and spupi vibes. So as you can imagine in this line of work in England, I spend a lot of time in old buildings and I've had a lot of weird experiences. Like the time I was working nights and I saw one of my residents run down the hall

and then fall over. But when I went around the house to help the corridor was empty and the senior on duty who was standing on, who was standing on, said corridor wondered, oh, who was standing on, sorry, that was me. The corridor was empty and the senior on duty who was standing on said corridor wondered why the fuck I was running.

Sorry, I pressed my screen to like move it and it highlighted one word so it made me feel like it had a tall size. So I read it in like a weird election. Pilex, standing. Of course, everyone was asleep in bed. Or the time I saw a resident staring at me through his window when I pulled up in my car, but when I went inside and told the girls in the office, they told me he had passed away two nights before

and the room was empty and locked. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ha. Ooh. Ooh. Also, all I want is to live in a place

with the oldest buildings ever. Yeah, that's all I want. Haunted as fuck. Yeah, just haunted as fuck shit. I love it. Haunted as fuck. Yeah, just haunted as fuck shit. I love it. Haunted as fuck. So yeah, some real freaky shit, but nothing compared to what I'm about to tell ya.

Also, Elaine, I just received my sign copy of your book. I feel special. So excited to start reading. I told my other half, it was my new bedtime reading, and he looked at me like I lost my damn mind. Thank you for doing that. BT Dubs, I feel the need to apologize in advance. I'm a look Yorkshire lass, so I do have a potty mouth. BT Dubs, I feel the need to apologize in advance.

I'm a look Yorkshire lass, so I do have a potty mouth. Oh, girl, you'll fit right in. Please feel free to censor my tails to protect your delicate ears. So I'll be free to go along with it if you're vibing with my swears. I love that. Here we fucking go. Let's fucking go. I feel like I've always been a little sensitive to the other side.

I don't want to be, but shit do be happening. Especially since my granddad died of cancer in 2007. I'm sorry. We were super close and he was my literal hero. Me and my big sister Jen, shout out to Jen. She also loves you guys. Shout out to Jen. And my little brother would go up to their house every holiday or weekend because it was our favorite place to be. So in the years after his death, my Nan-nan, is it Nan-nan? Nan-nan? Nan-nan! I really like that. I like that a lot. Nan-nan. My Nan-nan. My Nan-nan went through her grieving phase where she would still make him a cuppa and still set his place in the table every evening. Oh my God. Oh my God. My heart just broke. We were told by our parents to just go with it as it

was her coping mechanism. Yeah. So we did and sometimes we would have to set his place for him too. I didn't mind. I love the idea that he was still there. I do. I think that's beautiful. I do too. I could never stop setting like my immediate thought just goes to Drew. I would never stop setting it. Yeah. At least at the table. After a while, I noticed weird things happening in their bungalow. Like her walking stick being pushed over or doors opening and closing. She would simply respond with, oh, stop it, Jim. Like she was so fed up and it was just a normal thing.

Of course, me trying to be level headed was just rationalize it. Until one afternoon, I curled up on the sofa, texting on my pink leopard print blackberry curve. Holy shit. Throwback to being courteous, fuck. Probably texting some douchebag who did not deserve my times. We're all saved.

I heard a voice almost right in my ear. It was a man's voice and it clearly said, oh, love you, okay? Oh, oh. My whole body froze because I knew that voice. It was my granddad. He would always call me or my sister his little love. Oh my god. I got upset and ran to my tell my mom who played it off as the TV or someone

walking down the side. The side was a walkway which ran parallel to my Nannins bungalow on the other side of her fence. The TV wasn't on and it didn't come from the window area. It was right next to my ear. I absolutely believe that. This unsettled me as it was probably my first ever spooky experience. A few months later, I was staying over alone and had been dropped off by my parents. They stayed for a while, but it got late and they had about an hour's drive home, so they asked if I would be okay, and I said that I would. My nannin had gone out for a meal with friends and texted me telling me she would be back soon.

I put on the TV and got all cozy, cozy in the living room. All of a sudden, it was as those 20 elephants were storming through the room. What? The running noise was so loud, but I couldn't just hear it. I could feel it. The bungalow was shaking and turned freezing cold. Oh my God.

I sat with my hands covering my ears, shitting my pants, and then hurried to try and find my phone so that I could call someone. All of a sudden, it stopped. Then my nannin walked in. I didn't say anything because I thought it would sound ridiculous. We watched a movie together, shout out to anything Andre Hepburn. We are obsessed.

Hell yeah. Then we went to bed. The next morning we were together in the living room, having our morning tea and toast, when I decided that I wanted to tell my nannin about what had occurred the evening prior. And just like that, as I was explaining it to her, it happened again. This time, way louder and way scary. Oh my god.

I covered my ears and burst into tears for fuck's sake. I'm a poet and I didn't know it. I was terrified. My nannin got up from her chair and like a calm in what felt like a horrible terrifying storm. She walked over to me and sat beside me. She hugged me and told me it was going to be okay. I love your nannin.

I do too. She could feel it too, but it was like it was normal to her. I've never been able to explain it away even now. It was pure dread. She still lives in the bungalow now, but I won't stay over and I won't be there alone. Although she is wonderfully happy there and very saddles my goodness. Fast forward to more recent years.

After being together for about four years and living with his parents for a year during the lockdown, I bought my first home in February 2021 with the love of my life. And honestly, he is the best human I've ever met. We completed our home on our home in the midst of the shit show. We formally called the pandemic. We bought a 1930s semi with our two dogs, a lab and a golden retriever. Oh my God. Oh my God. I heard there was pictures.

I have attached pictures for you viewing pressure because they're fucking adorable. Oh, and also a cute little pic of me in my boot. My God, first of all, you are Gorgina. And these dogs are Gorgina and you're just a beautiful couple. You're just me being a boy. Okay, I'm going to look at it after. When we moved in, we had a solid six months under, still under restrictions where no one could visit.

This was great because the house was a shithole when we moved in, so it gave us time to renovate. This also meant evenings when my partner was working nights, I was left alone in the house. At first, I was freaked out because I feel like I've always been a little sensitive to potentially paranormal shit. And I kind of just expected there would be something a cray cray in a home of almost a hundred years old. Yeah. Not to mention it's built on the grounds of an old estate slash country house, which the original Tower House section still exists a few doors down from us. That's really cool. That's badass. Our houses built in what would have been the grounds or the gardens. That's cool. So anyway, my partner has never had an experience he couldn't explain. He's very much a non-believer

when it comes to paranormal things. So for a while, the house was calm and I felt super relaxed. I even mentioned to a colleague that I felt like it wasn't haunted. So let's fast forward to year, to later in the year, when restrictions lifted. My sister-in-law came around to visit with my cute little niece. We were casually chatting in the kitchen with a cuppa. I love that. I love it. And Sissy started telling me about her recent reading she had with a local Claire Voyant. I used the title loosely because while I'm open to the idea of mediums and shit, I also believe some people just pray on not yes, naive people. I have said that a million times. I believe that it exists.

Of course, but I think it's rare. Yeah, I do too. Because it's much rare than we see it. Yeah. It's just saying it like moira roe. So now I have a 10. Now I have a 10. I said I'll let like moira roe. I was going to let you do it because you do it better. I love you so much. You do a great moira. Oh, wow. Thanks. So she's drinking her brew, telling me all about this reading and how accurate this lady had been. I'm sitting there keeping an open mind.

And obviously, and honestly, it was interesting to hear. Randomly, we hear this bang from upstairs. So naturally, because I would die in every single horror movie, I go straight up to check it out. My attic door had opened. For clarity, my attic door, my attic has a door with a ladder. And when you pull on a latch, the door comes down and you can pull a ladder down, same. So that's like, it's not going to open.

At this point, the door had just opened, but the ladder was still up. So I got my biggest stick and I closed it again. I'm five feet, fuck all, I'm five foot fuck all, so I can't reach shit. Same. Then I went back down and thought nothing of it. A few minutes later we hear another bang. Again, I go upstairs, muttering to myself as I go, because I'm basically a grumpy old man. Are we the same person? Loan behold there it was. Open. So at this point, I really don't know if I'm in a horror movie, if I'm horror movie white girl stupid as fuck or badass, but I pulled down the ladder and I climbed up into the attic.

She was going on. I say badass. That's fine. That's fine. It's giving invisible man. There you go. I thought maybe the window up there was open or maybe there was some kind of draft. Nothing.

Where am I? Nothing. So as soon as my other half got home from work, I asked him to check the latch because I assumed it was loose. Nope. The latch was fine. He came to the conclusion it was a silly draft and we moved on. I'd like to consider myself quite an imaginative dreamer.

I always have weird dreams and remember them well, but after this I started having some horrible dreams, not weird, just horrible. I've had multiple episodes of sleep paralysis since we moved into this house, where I've woken up and could see a dark shadowy floating ball floating at the end of my bed. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak or even close my eyes. I remember moving in my finger the tiniest amount to try and scratch the fuck out of my other half to wake him up, but he wouldn't wake up and I couldn't speak at all. I just lay there feeling complete, dread and fear.

Then I would wake up screaming and crying. That's happened to me before. That sleep paralysis shit is so bad. This happened multiple times. Bear in mind, it had never happened to me before living here. My other half would tell me it was okay, and then we would just go back to sleep. I've read a lot in sleep paralysis,

and I know it's a normal thing, but I just found it weird that I had an experience step before living here. I did. One night I woke up and I could see a small dark shadow we figured stood next to my partner side of the bed. Almost like it was watching him. No.

When I first saw it, I screamed because it startled me, but then it was almost felt okay. I felt like it wasn't doing anything bad. Sleepy Shell, Wondered Past, Wondered Past, and went to the toilet. And when I came back, it was gone. I love that you saw that and you were like, I got a pee. I got a pee.

I got a pee. You're not like gonna die in a movie, White Girl or Banna. You're good. I didn't tell my partner because I wasn't sure how he would react, but I wondered often, if it could have been his late grandma just checking in. I remember feeling comfortable with them,

whoever it was, then my dog started acting up. My 11 year old labored adorable Ted. That's true. That's true. That's a lot of fun. That's all so. He's been such a sweet and quiet boy. He was loyal to a fault and we would be stuck to my ankle at all times.

I would panic if he couldn't get to me. Oh my god, that sounds like true. I love that. Around the same time, the other shit was going down. My partner and I had started picking up on weird behaviors from Ted too. He would wake up growling or he would growl and bark at nothing. He never barks. So this was bizarre. He would pace and pant and often during these episodes. He wanted to get so close to you that he would practically sat on your lap. Ted is a big boy. He knew he was not allowed

to jump up on people. We teach both of our dogs this as we have family members who are frail or just too young to deal with a 30 to 40 kilogram fluffer jumping up at them. Yeah, after a while We took we took him to the vet as one evening. He had an episode that was so bad. He wouldn't even come near me. It was like something was near me And he wanted out. He wouldn't let me touch him. It was like he didn't recognize me. Oh Very so hard. Oh, it would break my heart. During episodes when we would let him outside to cool off, he wouldn't come in for hours afterwards. The vet quickly diagnosed him with CCD, canine cognitive dysfunction or canine dementia,

which by the way, I didn't know dogs could even get. I didn't know that either. This also explained why he was such a fucking pig. He was forgetting that he had eaten. Oh, to be fair to him, he had always been a bit of a, is it a granite? A granite, I think. A bit of a granite.

Suddenly, suddenly we were settled knowing there was a reason for his behavior. And we were told to increase food and exercise, which we did. We always walk them both every day, even in shitty weather. So I just added a cute morning walk into the routine, just me and my bestie Ted.

Oh, then it got worse. All of a sudden, he started refusing to come up to the bedroom where he usually slept with me. Oh my God, that would break my heart. Because I'm basically the come back here and love me, meme, I carried him into the room and shut the door so he couldn't leave me. But he got so scared and wound up,

and I just in just one it out, he was shaking and crying. I let him out, he went straight downstairs, and ever since he doesn't come into our bedroom What one day I was upstairs having a wee in the bathroom and I heard a loud bang At this point I was tired annoyed and fed up fed up of the silly games So mid-piss my pay with my pants around my ankles. I shouted whoever you are You need to listen to me now. This is our house now. So if you're living here too It's by my rules and you will behave. I don't want to hear a fucking

Peep. I love that. I can behave your. Then obviously I laughed at myself because what in the actual fuck did I think I was doing? Any ghost or Damon wasn't looking at me with any with my mini-o with my mini-o shouting at them. With my mini-o shouting at them and taking me seriously, but it worked. That's fucking great. With my mini-out, for a year now we've had nothing. No noises or uneasy feelings. Our dogs have been fine, and my dog hasn't had a single episode of CCD. I don't think he had that. He has been completely normal. Our attic door hasn't ever opened since either. Even in a huge storm, and I haven't had any bad dreams or sleep paralysis. I could sleep easy again and we can enjoy our house. Hey, you took care of it.

Yeah, you took control of the sitch. The only thing I can mention is very recently two weeks ago, I had a very strange experience. It was a Saturday night not too long ago and we had been out with friends. We went to bed as usual, but then I woke up in the middle of the night to what sounded like a dog howling. I thought, wow, how weird. And then I realized I was out on the landing floor. Unsure if you know what a landing is. So for clarification, it's the upstairs hallway.

Oh, okay. I was laying on the landing floor with my duvet. But that wasn't even the weirdest part. I was directly underneath the attic door. Nope, nope, no pity, nope. Strange experience indeed. I love that you were like the only thing I can really think of is the time that I was yeeted from my bed

and placed below the attic door with my duvet on me and everything. That's just that one little thing. There's this one weird thing that I've been scratching my head about. Oh, I am uncomfortable. I got up and ran straight in the bedroom to wake my partner who suggested maybe I'd fall

to sleep on the way to the bathroom with your duvet Sure, but wouldn't I remember it and who takes their whole ass quilt to the toilet? That's yucca's I wasn't convinced then I got back to bed check the time and guess what fucking time it was Yeah, it was only three fucking am. Yeah, I don't feel like it was a normal thing that brought me to the bottom of the static Starway at 3 a.m. With no memory whatsoever. I think it was something fucking weird. I think you need to sage the house when the doors and windows open. So that, ladies, brings us to this present day. We still live in this house because honestly, we love it. And it's beautiful. And if I have to throw a punch and mother fucking ghosts to stay here, then bring it on, Casper. Honestly, I keep trying not to overthink any of these things.

But some events, even my partner struggles to explain away. It has me thinking maybe it isn't the house that's haunted, but maybe me? Maybe I'm the drama? It's something I'd attached itself to me. It would explain why I feel here, see things most places I go. Or maybe I'm just fucking nuts?

Who the heck knows? So, oh my God, you guys are beautiful. Seriously. Oh, and you're a pupper. You guys look like a famous couple. Yeah, you're gorgeous. Both of you and your dogs are gorgeous. Oh, look the little faces. They're just like, nah, so thank you for listening to my long-ass tale. And once again, thanks for being so bloody amazing. Keep it weird, ladies, but not so weird that you speak to a ghost while you're taking a piss or so weird that you get possessed and steal the duvet from your partner, leaving

him naked and afraid of bed. I'll need a self-sacrifice to the Damon who lives in your attic at witching hour, but get interrupted by your Q-dass mother fucking dog who got a case of the howlies. Love and light to you both, Michelle. Love and light to you, Michelle. Michelle, I fucking love you. That was a good one. Can we all just hang out?

Everyone on this listener tale? We're real. We're real. Let's go. Meet up in fucking London. Let's go. I want to go to London so badly. Or Ireland. Yeah.

London is just calling me lately. I know it really is. I don't know what it is. I just want to go to Scotland, really bad. And Ireland. I wanted to do Scotland, really bad. I just let's go everywhere. I just want to go across the pond.

Guys. Me too. And then I want to stay there and never come back across it. Because I just want to live in a place that is gloomy all the time, but like in the most beautiful way. Like comfy gloomy. Comfy gloomy.

Oh my God, I'm just surrounded by old-ass cemeteries and fucking castles and just like, awesome accents and just, I need it all. And like whenever I watch PSI Love You and she's taking a walk in that like, in like the rolling hill. Yeah. It's like,

imagine that's just your fucking straights that you drive down. Like yeah, what's on our street? Burger King. That's it. Burger King McDonald's in Wendy's. Like, you know, I want to see some greenery. I will say New England is beautiful

and I love New England. New England is gorgeous. And I love her, but I love her. She's beautiful. The proudest. The proudest her, but I love her. She's beautiful. The cross the past. We should say, she's the United States. She might as well be.

Unfortunately, she's not, but we should take Massachusetts and bring her over, momentarily, because I know she didn't really want to be there at first, but I was going to say, complicated, it's a very complicated relationship. You know, you know, between the land. Well, we'll figure it out, but we'll figure it out. I think before we figure it out, we have time for one last thing the land. Well, we'll figure it out. But we'll figure it out.

I think before we figure it out, we have time for one last thing to do. Yeah, we do. All right, do you want to pick which one I read? There's listener tale. Granddad gets thrifty deal on Murder House and then, unwittingly, helps go strong graveyard escape. I tell you, love that.

There's also listener tales. Thanks, Dad. I inherited your weird paralysis demon. And there is listener tail and case wreck. I would do the thrifty one. Thrifty? Thrifty deal on a murder house and then helps a ghost. That's great that you picked that because I already pasted it into a Google dope.

We love it. And let me see, let me see, let me see. Please hold on a second. Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. Okay. It says, hey, girl gang, obsessed with you both. Well, the pod, you're fabulous. Never change, etc. I love, etc, I'm sorry. Okay, it says, hey girl gang, obsessed with you both. Love the pod, you're fabulous, never change, except for Xcelo, I love Xcelo.

I love you. Use my name and use any names. It's all court record and also ye old. So I'm unsure anyone involved gives a fuck. Apologies for the lack of a PDF. I'm writing on the train on my phone in a cheery, ye old Yorkshire, England. I love a PDF as much as the next gal, but needs must.

I wanted to email you my Granddad Collins absolute, fake family story about how his Granddad, Tom Sr. got an absolute bargain. We Yorkshire folk have a reputation for being thrifty, yeah, on a big country house in my home county of West Yorkshire. Spoiler, it was murder. Spoiler, murder.

Just putting that out there. Sorry, do you say it's Yorkshire or Yorkshire? Yorkshire, so I think so. It's either Yorkshire or Yorkshire. Oh, so you're like, God. Not Yorkshire. No, I'm not that. This story starts 103 years ago.

A man named Alfred Benson had earned his fortune as a coal merchant and built his family a large home and named it Wood's Lee House. I love that. I'm obsessed with that. You got to own your house. Exactly, thank you. He became a respected leader in the community

and had two sons and four daughters with his wife, Sarah. The story focuses on one of Alfred's sons, Ben Benson. Ben as a first and last name, Bull Dynast. And his sister, Margaret. Remember that name, Margaret. Margaret, Margaret, Margaret. Ben was in the RAF through World War One, and had gotten himself into a clandestine relationship

with a married lady named Annie. Annie's husband eventually found out about the relationship and left her after catching them together one day. She then moved into the Woodsley house because fuck it, right? Yeah, with Ben and lived there whilst he was away at war. However, Annie was a 1910s party girl

through and through and continued to enjoy other male company. Damn, Annie. Annie was young and getting it. And she was enjoying that male company while Ben was deployed in France. In August 1918, when Ben was allowed to come back home, he wanted to surprise Annie,

and he didn't write a letter to tell her he was on his way back. When Ben got home, Annie wasn't in, so he sat and waited with anticipation for her arrival. Unfortunately, Annie came in quite drunk, very late, and with an army cadet. Oh. Whoops. Annie knew that she was was what she was about. Annie knew what she was about and didn't even notice Ben going straight up stairs with the catat. Annie knew what she was about, baby.

Annie knew what you knew her shits. Gathering himself from the shock, sorry, Ben, you lose them how you find the I mean honestly They followed them upstairs and caught them in a compromising position to save a Leith and raged he chased the other man from the house and argument ensued and they slept apart that night. I'm surprised that was it. Yeah. The next day two letters arrived in the post which Annie wouldn't let him see. Annie knows what she's about Annie is on her shits.

So, Ben did the 1918 version of checking your phone and steamed that waxy open while she was in the bath. The 1918 version of checking your phone. I was steaming open the wax. It's better. I saw much easier than guessing someone's past. That was hilarious. At least you can't get locked out of it.

That is hilarious. Have you ever had to put the password and somebody's phone and locked them out of their phone? No. It's never happened to me, but I just thought of that. Yeah. Like if you're trying to snoop on your partner and you don't know their password, you lock them out of there and you're like, well, that'd be really awkward. And they come back and you're like, I don't know what happened. It's a ghost.

So at least you can just steam up in a wax seal. But he did so while she was in the bath and found them to be from her other lovers. Love us. He hit her and confronted her. We don't love that. That's Ben. I.

He then did the well-adjusted adult thing a little too late, I might add. Yeah. Asked her to leave and never saw her again. Oh, wait, no, of course he didn't. I was gonna say no, he did not. No, no, no. He grabbed a razor and slashed her throat,

like the hypocritical little fuck what he was. What the fuck, Ben? That's so fucking... You just shouldn't have done that. Fuck that. For real. Annie sadly died in the hospital shortly after. Ben was sentenced to death and was actually the last man to be hanged and leads.

Wow. And as a result, the Benson family quickly sold the Woodsley House on the cheap in an effort to leave the area quickly because of the scandal. Enter my great, great, great grandparents who had no qualms benefiting from other people's tragedy, and they bought the Woodsley house and raised 11 children there.

Damn. I mean, you gotta do, you know, for real. I mean, they had to buy it on the cheap 11 children. Yeah, they go for it. Oh, 11 kids. My granddad talks with great fondness of the time, spent on the stables and making raffes to surf down the huge staircase.

And it makes me glad that the house got to be a happy place again. I was gonna say that they brought like good energy back. Yeah, exactly. You bring the energy. Revitalized it. I never got to see the house because it was bought by Tesco and they leveled it for capitalism. Oh my God.

It sucks. But here's where it gets a little spooky. Many, many years later, my grandma was taking flowers to a grave of a relative. And my granddad was sitting on a bench, a costing random passerby's for conversation, and that classic old manway, when an elderly woman said next to him, he's like, hey, great weather, I'm old! Stay with me!

He didn't sound like that, but he sounded way better. He was pretty pretty, yeah, yeah. We're like, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! We made a buff. You got some Duncan! She asked if he was local, and he said, hey, we'll like, hey, guy. We made a buff. You got some Duncan. She asked if he was local. And he said yes, and pointed up the hill, saying his family used to own the Woodsley house.

She exclaimed, oh, you must have bought the house for my family, the Benson's. Oh, the woman identified herself as Margaret Benson. Margaret. One of Ben Benson's four sisters, remember? I do. I do too. My granddad was a little confused as this would have made this woman

well into her hundreds at this point, but he did the whole wow, a small world thing. And she asked for the quickest route to the tram stop. There hadn't been trams in the area for about 50 years. So he politely, but confusedly directed her to the bus stop. But because it was so far away, and he decided it was unfair to make a woman,

he'd done some quick math song song and worked out to be approximately 125 walk a mile and a half. And my grandma gave her a lift to the bus stop in their car. This 125 year old woman. Plus she chatted away about her family and the house. A few days. So a quick math soon. Plus, she chatted away about her family and the house. A few days. So, a quick nap soon.

A few days later, my granddad was relaying these events to his father, Tom Jr., who to his further confusion began shouting at him, telling him it wasn't a funny joke. My date with my granddad calmed him down and his father exclaimed, and probably exclaimed too. Margaret Benson had died 25 years ago and he knew this as he attended her funeral at the same cemetery. They just ferried her out of that was Margaret. That was absolutely Margaret. I love the idea of my polite and friendly grandparents making small talk with an escaping ghost as they unwittingly helped her scoot away from the graveyard and back into the world. Yihah! I thought that they were just like, out you go!

Let's go, Mart! To haunt the entire world! Let's go, baby! Devo, keep it so weird, you help old lady go steal break from their eternal resting place in order to do a spot shop with shopping in town. Oh yeah! But don't keep it so weird that you have a fared with married ladies and then you get so angry and jealous when you're cheated on Back you kill a woman get hanged and lose your family home in the process. Yeah, don't you apologize that this was so long and rambly It was not Alisa you do not Alisa. Sorry. She said Alisa. Sorry for the pronunciation. Everyone always reads at least And it deeply confuses me. Hey, oh, I didn't did that. Oh, I didn't even see that because I just caught, I copped and pasted from the name. That's why I was waiting for you to say it.

I was like, I want to see if you can say it. How she's like, it deeply confuses me. Whoops. Alyssa. Alyssa, that was great. Oh, that made me die. You guys can't hold it today. My goodness.

It's the, our crocropon listeners. You really took it there today. You did, you take us to a place. Damn, that was funny. I love that. Those were funny and terrifying. Yeah, they really were. The last one was like so cute though.

That was the perfect one. I know. Just like cutal grandparents. All right. When you hear from us next, we will be on part three of the Yorkshire Ripper. Yes. And we will end on a part four,

which will be shorter than the rest, but we'll kind of like wrap everything up, talk about some stuff. Yeah. And then we'll probably give you a little bit of a palette cleanser, maybe a listener tale or a collab of some sort. A fun collab, on the Friday. Yes, always on the Friday for you guys now. And then back to some new cases the following week. Yeah, I have a case from the 90s, the following week. Oh, sweet.

It's kind of nice to give you guys a little lineup. Yeah, it is kind of nice to see you can know what's coming up. I don't think we've ever done that. You got a case from the 90s, and then I have possibly a witch trial case, one that I had never heard about, interesting, but we'll see if that ships. Yeah, well in my case from the 90s is across the pond.

Oh, there you go. We're in a place of across the pond here I love it there. All right guys. Well, we love you. It works. I did two see you in the coming weeks Then we hope you give it a nice and we hope you keep it weird but not so weird that you're Not an awesome listener who writes and listener tales. Hell yeah. Yeah, yeah, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah morbid, early, and ad-free on Amazon Music. Download the Amazon Music app today, or you can listen ad-free with Wondery Plus and Apple podcasts. Before you go, tell us about yourself by completing a short survey at Wondery.com slash survey.