Sightings - Cursed

Episode Date: March 16, 2026

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We like to believe that the places we visit or occupy are just that. Places, four walls, a stretch of land, somewhere to pass through or stay a while. But some locations carry something invisible within them. You may not notice it when you first arrive, but it's there woven into the ground beneath your feet. And once that cursed place finds you, leaving is never quite as simple. as walking out the door. Welcome to sightings. I'm MacLeod.

And I'm Brian, and we are excited to be back with you for yet another month of eerie listener stories. Tonight, we're exploring places that turn out to be much more than they first seem. And while some are simply haunted, others are cursed. See if you'll escape alive on this episode of sightings. This episode is sponsored by Mostubes. Momentus. McLeod, let's talk about gut health. Mine is terrible because of these stories leaving pits in my stomach. Good one. And if your gut isn't dialed in listeners, everything else struggles to work the way it should.

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So we're going to dive right into the first one. This comes from Jamie, from Texas. This one actually has a title, MacLeod. Oh, no way. A title? That's awesome. Yeah. All right.

Well, this title is It Followed Me Home. Oh. I'm already uncomfortable. Good title. I know. So let's get some music on. And here we go. I'm from a small West Texas town, and as an oil field electrician, I've had to travel for work all over Texas.

In 2012, my travels took me to Yorktown, a small place with nothing fascinating in sight other than the saltwater disposal we were building. We slept in a trailer on location, about 15 miles west of the town with nothing but tall trees and pastures around us. After a few weeks, the crews I was in charge of were getting bored, and it really was. really took a toll on the morale of work. One Friday afternoon, we decided to take the weekend off and all head home. On our way out of town, we saw an old, creepy abandoned hospital. You're going to go in there, aren't you? I pulled over in the parking lot, Jamie, and walked around, checking it out.

I've always been infatuated with the paranormal and have enjoyed being creeped out. All right, fair enough. My friend even pulled his phone out and recorded us in the Erie building as I narrated. A completely made-up story of the history and spirits in the hospital, please send us this video. Though I had no knowledge of this place, I proved to be prophetic with some of my story. This is amazing. The following week when we all returned, I couldn't help but to think of exploring the hospital and talk to a few of my fellow crew members about it.

Everyone, and I mean everyone, told me to stay clear. That only intrigued me more. The following weekend I drove to the hospital after work. A groundskeeper offered me a tour after finding me trying to jump the fence meant to keep me out. Without hesitation, I accepted his offer. That was one of many mistakes I would make. The groundskeeper asked me to return later in the evening. I agreed and immediately returned to the location we were staying at

and tried to talk some of the crew to join me. Out of 15 men, three agreed and we were off to the hospital shortly thereafter. Once we arrived, the grounds creeper at Creeper. That little Freudian slip there. Once we arrived, the groundskeeper, explained how this hospital had been certified haunted by the show Ghost Hunters. He explained the most active areas in the hospital and said that if we suddenly had trouble breathing, we should get 10 to 15 feet away from the area we were at and to not take anything out of the hospital.

He then pointed to the back door and stated, Good luck and be safe. He refused to go in. with us, I don't go in there after dark, he stated as he jumped on his motorcycle and drove away. This is so bonkers. I immediately walked to the back door and set off exploring. The three others, not too far behind me, were a tad bit more reluctant. Knowing what I know now, I wish I would have been as reluctant as them. And maybe what happened next wouldn't have happened. Oh no, now I'm legitimately concerned. But being the skeptic I was, I began to talk.

Haunt this. Come on, Jamie! But being the skeptic I was, I began to taunt the spirits the groundskeeper described to us. First, an older gentleman who had passed away on the second floor of the hospital. He was very mean and abusive and never had any visitors. Then there was a little girl, Annie, I believe, on the first floor, who always wanted to play. I grabbed an old cowboy hat out of one of the rooms, put it on, and sat on a couch in one of the waiting rooms. But as soon as Shiloh, one of the crew members, took a picture of me on the couch. I felt a knot form in my stomach. As I stood up off the couch,

I felt a cold chill down my back and began to choke and vomit. Shiloh and the rest of the crew members then grabbed me and pulled me down the hall. Once at the end of the hall, the knot was gone and I began to breathe normal again. I was shocked. Did that really happen?

Confused, but still trying to play the tough guy, I kept going. We saw a metal cage. with restraints in the basement. We explored the roof, chapel, and lobby. Once we got back to the first floor, I kicked a random ball in the hallway down into another room. When I looked back, the ball was rolling back towards us.

Then another crew member swore he heard a young girl giggle. Scared as could be, we were all ready to get out of there, but I still decided to grab a small gargoyle off a mantle on the way out and took it with me. A few days later, we completed our job in Yorktown and headed back to West Texas. Excited to tell my wife and kids about our... Why'd you bring it home to your wife and kids? Jamie!

I'm so upset with you. Excited to tell my wife and kids about our experience at the hospital I began to unpack and show them the cowboy hat, the few small trinkets that I took, and the gargoyle... The kids were excited about the gargoyle and wanted to leave it on the porch to protect us. They even named it Elvis. A few weeks went by with no... major incidents, just a few minor nightmares here and there. Then things started to happen.

One day while home alone, I had this strong feeling I was being watched. I got up and walked around the house just to make myself feel better. Figured if I showed myself I was alone, I could rest easy. Foolish, I know, but I just couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Later at dinner, I told my wife about this feeling, and she just stared at me and said she had the same feeling I had ever since I'd gotten back. Later that night, my then-eight-year-old son was taking a shower when suddenly he screamed as if being attacked. I ran into the bathroom to find my son curled up in the shower crying in fear. They're coming for us, he screamed as I grabbed him. I asked who was coming for us and all he could say was they were coming. I picked him up and took

him to my room. I explained his imagination got the best of him tonight, but in my own mind, I questioned what would make him say that and act as he was. The next morning, as we headed out to take the kids to school, all the kids tapped Elvis on the head as they usually did. But as we got in the car and began to reverse, my oldest, then 10 years old, screamed, watch out for that man! I slammed on the brakes and turned around, but there was no man.

What man? I asked my son, semi-upset and worried. Never mind. He flew away. Worried, I stared at my son. a moment before pulling out of the driveway. Things continued like this for a while. Then one night while out on the porch, I heard the kids arguing and ran in to see what the problem was. He keeps kicking my chair, my oldest explained. My other pleaded, I've been in my room, Dad. He's just lying. Just as I was about to tell them both to calm down and behave, the table banged against the wall. We all stood there in silence as if trying to all come up with a way to explain what just happened.

I grabbed the kids and began to walk towards the bedrooms when it happened again, and this time, the lights flickered. Then my wife ran in, scared and upset, saying this was my fault. Ever since you brought all that stuff from the hospital, this house has become a nightmare. The next morning I grabbed all the items I had taken from the hospital and threw them into the dumpster. Personally, I didn't believe it was the items, but if it made Mama happy, I wasn't going to debate it. after that there were no more incidents but we ended up selling the house anyway because my wife said she never felt the same there again we moved clear across town and forgot all about the craziness there but every few months i still sit back and think did something follow me home from that hospital or was it all just a coincidence Hmm

Jamie, you know what you did See, here's the thing I'm a skeptical gecko I still don't want to do that I really want to know what this hospital was I mean I'm sure I can look through the archives of what show did he say it was Yeah, in Louisville, Kentucky

it kind of reminded me of in Louisville, Kentucky there's this old sanatorium famously a haunted place and it has the whole like tunnel underneath where they would like cart the bodies out to the morgue kind of thing. And they always do a haunted house there every year. Yeah, and I remember going there and just like looking down a hallway while we were waiting in line. It's one of those things where it's like my brain just filled that hallway up. It's just like you just imagine something suddenly

stepping out of a door and running at you. Hallways are the worst. Dark hallways in a hospital are the worst. Yeah, not good vibes. And especially when they're derelict and, you know, abandoned, I would be reluctant to go in one for sure. Oh, yeah. Jamie, you are a braver man than I and probably McLeod. Yes. But thank you for sharing that story, Jamie. That was a cool one.

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I'm Lacey, and I'm so excited and actually a bit creeped out to share my story with you all. I worked at this bowling alley, but I don't want to say the name because reasons. But I ended up working there for almost four months, and then I just quit one day without notice, which I know sounds bad, but again, reasons. Backstory. I got this job through my friends. cousin. It was just basic stuff, you know, like helping customers with shoes, running the snack bar, cleaning up. The place has been around forever, probably since the 70s, and it shows. Everything's kind of old and beat up, but in a charming way, I guess. I love the non-committal. I feel like

I'm getting an age. 24 lanes, and it gets pretty busy, especially on weekends with all the leagues and birthday parties. So during my training, this guy I'll call Gary. I was just really liking this point of view. I am finding it quite charming. So during my training, this guy I'll call Gary, who is my supervisor. He tells me, also just the name choice, Gary. So during my training, this guy I'll call Gary, who is my supervisor, he tells me that Lane 7 is basically broken and always having problems.

The pin thing would jam up or the ball return wouldn't work right or the computer screen would freeze. He said they just tell Cussain. It's out of order because it's easier than dealing with it, which made sense to me because the whole place looked like it was running on a shoestring budget. Some of the chairs even had duct tape on them. I feel like I've seen plenty of duct-to-tape chairs at a bowling alley. I think a bowling alley has to be slightly run down in order to be, you know it's a legit bowling alley. Yeah. For the first couple weeks, everything was totally normal. Lane 7 just sat there dark while all the other lanes stayed busy. Sometimes I'd walk by to clean and notice the pins looked weird or not lined upright, but I figured that's just because it was broken. Then one night I was working the closing shift, which meant staying until midnight to clean everything up.

It was a Tuesday, so completely dead, and I was emptying trash and wiping tables when I heard this sound, like that sound of a bowling ball rolling down the lane and hitting pins, a pretty distinctive sound. So I checked, and all the lanes were empty, except lanes. which of course was supposed to be broken, but this was weird. The screen was lit up showing a score. It said the player was Mike and he just got a strike. Please tell me the rest of this ends up rhyming and we're in for a Dr. Sue's story. I looked around thinking maybe someone was messing with me, but again the place was completely empty. I called out hello a few times. Nothing. The screen stayed on for maybe a minute, then went black, and I figured, okay, old equipment does weird stuff sometimes.

Maybe it's just shorting out or whatever. I mentioned it to Gary the next day, and I got to pause for a second because the idea of a bowling ghost, like, this is my type of ghost story. That's just what he does. He's like, oh, yeah, you know, I'm dead, but I loved bowling. And so, like, keep chasing that perfect game. Or maybe he died chasing the perfect game. I think we'd have to look at have people died in bowling alleys.

I'm sure someone has died in a bowling alley before. I'm sure someone's had a heart attack, like getting frustrated with their 270 or whatever. So anyway, I'm all on board for this bowling ghost. Mike the Strike. There you go. Mike the Strike the Ghost. Mike the Strike the Ghost.

I mentioned it to Gary the next day, and he said, yeah, the electrical system here is ancient. Sometimes machines turn on by themselves. Don't worry about it. Just keep Lane 7 blocked off so customers don't try to use it. it. But it kept happening. Not every night, but maybe two or three times a week I'd be closing, and Lane 7 would just fire up by itself. Always the same thing. Sound of a ball rolling and hitting pins, then the screen lit up with scores. Sometimes it was Mike, but other times different names,

Robert or Jenny or Susan. It's like a haunted bowling party. It kind of is. And they all seem like slightly old-fashionedy names. I feel like... I don't know. Mike, Robert, Jenny, Susan. Is there a common name now? I don't know common, but it's not uncommon, I don't think. I mean, I guess I could say, just to skeptical gecko theory, it could be if this is an ancient device, like it's just kind of cycling through, like, memory, like things that it has in its electronic memory or whatever.

Yeah, no, that's a valid expression. Or played a Johnny, I play to Susan. I don't know. I don't know how technology works. I asked Gary about it again, and he said the computer probably had some default high scores programmed in from when they first. installed it. I started paying more attention to lane seven during my shifts. During busy times, it would look normal, pins down, screen dark, everything quiet. But I swear sometimes I'd see movement out of the

corner of my eye, like someone walking over there. But when I'd look directly, nothing. Then things got weirder. This was late October, I think, and I was doing my usual closing thing when Lane seven started up again. But this time, instead of just hearing the ball, I actually saw it. Whoa. Just a regular black rolling ball rolling by itself down the lane like an invisible person through it. Now I'm getting a little creeped out. It hit the pins, knocks down all of them. The pin machine lowered and reset, but when it came back up, the pins weren't reset like normal. This is going to sound crazy, but they were arranged to spell high.

Can pins do that? Can you spell high with pins? I had to look, and it can't, yes. All right. But see, here, now I'm feeling good again. They're so friendly. Mike and Gene are like, hi. Where Mike and Jun...

What do you think their bowling team name was? They were probably the Spooks. The Spooks? I don't know. I just stood there staring at it for probably five minutes. The screen was showing Mike got the strike. But all I could focus on were these pins standing there like someone carefully put them there to say hi to me.

I thought about calling Gary, but what would I say? Hey, boss, I think lane seven is trying to talk to me. So I just finished cleaning and got out of there as fast as I could. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. And my next few shifts, I keep looking at lane seven, wondering if I imagined the whole thing. But I know I didn't. Those pins definitely spelled something.

The next time it happened was the following Tuesday. Same thing, ball rolling by itself, pins getting knocked down. But when the machine reset them, the leftover pins spelled high. again. That's when I really started freaking out, because either I was losing my mind or something supernatural was happening, and I don't know which is worse. Then the messages in the pins changed. They were always really simple. Sometimes it looked like an L. Other times the pins would be in a straight line. Once they made what looked like an X, I started dreading closing shifts. Lane 7 would stay quiet during busy times, but as soon as I was alone, it would start up. And the pin arrangements

were getting more frequent, like more urgent, if that makes sense. One night in November, I was working late because we had this birthday party that ran forever, and there was tons of cleanup. It was almost 1 a.m. and I was exhausted, just grabbing my jacket when Lane 7 lit up again. But this time was different. Instead of one ball, I heard multiple balls, like someone was playing rapid fire. The screen was going crazy showing strike after strike, and the pins kept resetting into different shapes. I backed toward the exit because this is way more intense than before. It seriously sounded like ten people bowling at once. Then everything stopped and the place went silent. The screen went black, and I couldn't even see the pins because the lights over the lane went out.

Then they turned back on, and I walked over to look, even though every instinct told me not to. The pens were still standing but not arranged in any pattern, just scattered around randomly like someone threw them in frustration. I got out of there and drove straight home. I don't think I even locked up right. The next few days, I called in sick. When I finally did go back, Gary said Lane 7 had been acting up more than usual. Even during day shift, it was turning on and off randomly. Customers were complaining about weird noises. He said he was going to call a repair service. I thought maybe professionals looking at it would fix whatever was happening, but the next time I worked closing, Lane 7 was worse than ever. Word pin arrangements happened multiple times per night. Sometimes all the pins would be pushed to one side, other times they'd be in a perfect circle.

Once they formed what looked like an arrow pointing toward where I was standing. I'm wondering if Lacey, if you ever, like, grabbed a pen and pencil and started doing like a letter at a time to just see if they were spelling something. I was thinking the exact same thing. The final thing happened on a Saturday night in December. It was a busy day with league play, and I was looking forward to a quiet closing shift. But again, as soon as the last customer leaves, Lane 7 started up. This time, though, it wasn't just balls and pins. I heard music.

Faint, but definitely there, like old bowling alley music. And again, Lane 7 was fully lit up like someone was playing. The screen showed a full game in progress with multiple players. Mike and Robert and Jenny and Susan, all the names I'd seen before. But their scores were changing in real time like they were actually playing. And I'm pretty sure I heard voices, too, quiet and muffled, even though I know I was alone in there. It sounded like people bowling, having fun. Then I realized I was crying, not because I was scared because this had happened on Lane 7 before,

but there was just something so sad about this. Like, if they were ghosts, they just wanted to keep playing with their friends, but they were stuck in this one stupid broken lane. Then all the pins fell down at once, even though no ball was thrown. And when they reset, they were in a perfect straight line, right down the middle like someone carefully placed each one. Then the music stopped and I stood there in the silence forever. I left my uniform shirt on the counter and walked out.

Never went back, never called, never even picked up my final paycheck. Gary called me a few times, but I didn't answer. I heard from my friend that they ended up replacing all of Lane 7. The repair service said the equipment was so old, it would be cheaper to install a whole new lane. But I don't know if that fixed it or if whoever was there moved on. I drive past the place sometimes and it looks normal, busy on weekends like always, but I never stop. Part of me feels bad about leaving without explanation, and part of me feels bad about leaving without explanation, and part of me feels bad about those voices.

But I was 22 and scared out of my mind, and I couldn't handle it. I've worked three different jobs since then, and nothing weird has happened. So either I was having a breakdown that year, or the place really was haunted. I don't know which I prefer. But I do know I'll never work at another bowling alley as long as I live. Oh, wow. I thought this was a fun one. Yeah.

That was very different than there's something in my basement kind of story or I saw a weird shape in the corner of my bedroom kind of thing. I grew up going to old bowling alleys and, you know, I was in a little bowling league and stuff. I was a dorky kid. But it just brought back all those memories for me. And I was trying to imagine how I would react if I was stuck working at midnight in a place like this. And all those things were happening. It kind of reminded me in a weird way of like five nights at Freddy's, which is about. out this Chuck E. Cheese-style restaurant that's abandoned that has all these animatronic

creature things that come to life at night, like the mascots all come to life. And I'm just trying to imagine what it would be like being in this bowling alley. But, um, yeah, I don't know. The vibes I got from this are like kind of like maudlin, sort of like her reaction where she was just kind of like crying because just something, there feels like there's a story there. The fact that it's a bowling alley that's a bunch of friends together and they just keep playing. But they're trying to reach out, like, or they're aware of her. Probably because they're like, hey, we don't want to bother you or scare you. We're just here bowling.

But maybe not. There's like an urgency there. I wonder if the story is exaggerated a little bit, like, because I definitely believe something like this happening. Down to the detail, it's just very specific. But like. I want to jump back to something he said. the middle of story about how when it was making all of these shapes or like making an L or like an O kind of thing. They would be very abstract, whatever shape you're trying to make with bowling

pens, unless they were being placed kind of outside of that triangle. Oh, I think they were. Yeah. So that's how, in order to make a high, you have to, or to make a circle, you have to leave the, the shape of the machine. Oh, okay. So it's not like the, with, I was imagining it was within the shape of the triangle and like certain like pins would be knocked down and leave a a letter spelled. Oh no, no. Like you can't spell the word high without using all 10 pins. Okay. Basically convincingly spell that.

It sounds to me like what would happen is, you know, the pins would get knocked down by some invisible force, get sucked up into the thing and then they drop down. And like, but then so how would it, how would she see it from the top down? Like it was on a screen or something? Like is it? Well, I have to imagine that she walked to a. Walked down to the end of the lane and looked at it. Really? Oh, my gosh.

Lacey, will you let us know if that's what you did? Like, you are brave. I'm surprised they haven't done like a Final Destination movie or something in a bowling alley. It seems like the kind of those gaping. No, it's just cruel. Why ruin bullying for people? Well, they've ruined most other things for people. Fair.

I won't watch that, those movies anymore. I think I saw one and was just like, oh gosh, it's everywhere. The new one's actually pretty good. I believe it's good. I just don't need that in my imagination. Yeah, but I don't know. It's kind of mouth-like, you know, and the machines and like they eat people. And, you know, I'm just glad it didn't take a really, really dark turn.

Me too. There's so many bad things that could happen in a bowling alley. Yeah, there's something sweet and sad about this story, especially like, I don't know, I'm imagining them this being like a, I don't know, like a group from the 50s or something, and I'm hearing like 50s music playing. That's what I was imagining, too. And it does not seem like a stretch at all in New York, which is where Lacey lives. I have to assume that this bowling alley was in New York where she said she's from. But that bowling alleys have been around forever. Most of the bowling alleys still standing have been around forever. Yeah.

So, you know, it just seemed like such a unique setting for a story and kind of had that poignancy. a little bit to it that I really, I really appreciated. Absolutely. It gives me the feels, for real. Thank you, Lacey, for this incredible story. Yeah, this is a very unique and cool one. It certainly was, and we've got one more story coming right after this. This episode is sponsored by BetterHelp.

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Thanks BetterHelp for sponsoring this episode. All right, MacLeod, we are back. Hello, everyone. Sorry, story. Well, don't upstage Susie's story, McLeod, with your Gallum. But this story's coming from Tennessee. Okay. And it is our last.

This one's a pretty cursed-sounding story. So let's see what this place is. We're going to Tennessee from Susie. Let's get some music going. My name is Susie, and I'd like to tell you about the land I've been living on for the past 15 years or so. I live in a small town in Tennessee about an hour east of Nashville. For privacy reasons, I don't want to disclose the actual town name. People are crazy these days, and with it being a small town, it wouldn't be hard to figure out who I am.

Let me preface this story by saying my town is smack dab in the middle of the trail of tears. And the Manson family has ties to the area. I'm not sure if the Manson family has anything to do with this story, but it's still a cool fact. I don't know much about the history of my land other than that. Oh, and there's a cemetery across the street. You're really stacking it up since you? Holy cow. Okay, I moved here when I was a senior in high school to live with my then-boyfriend, now husband, and his grandparents.

They live in an oddly constructed house that was built in the 60s or 70s. While living in that house, there were a lot of odd occurrences. Many of our animals passed away unexplainably. Dogs, cows, and we even had one horse that got very ill and almost died. My husband's grandfather stayed in the downstairs bedroom, and he would often hear people walking around and moving upstairs while no one was home. My husband and I stayed in an upstairs bedroom right next to the attic. There was always an eerie vibe in the house, but upstairs you could feel the pressure change.

The attic door always rattled almost every night throughout the night. My husband and I woke up once to what looked like a six-foot tall man standing at the end of our bed. When we rolled over to turn the lamp on, no one. one was there and the door was closed. Mind you, this is an old house and every door makes a lot of noise. Also, there's no one six feet tall living with us. Once, my husband was sitting on the bed reading a magazine and thought his grandmother kept peeking in the door at him. She was an ornery old woman who liked to cause trouble, so he assumed it was her. He asked her twice what she was doing and if she needed something. No response. So he decided the next time he saw her peeking,

He was going to jump up and catch her in the act. He waited, and sure enough, he saw her again. He jumped out of bed, slid the door open, and said, What are you doing? No one was there. No one else upstairs. He rushed downstairs, thinking maybe she, somehow, with her frail, elderly body, had sped down the stairs before he could catch her.

She was outside watering the flowers. My husband is an extremely skeptical guy, but these two instances really freaked him out. We lived at this house with our daughter until she was two years old. We stored her extra toys in the attic, and we would often hear the toys going off at random times. It's an old house out in the country, so we assumed it was mice causing the motion detectors and the toys to trigger.

There was one baby doll that really freaked my kid out. It played peekaboo when you got close to it and started giggling. It scared her, so we put it in the attic. Of course we started hearing peekaboo at night. I worked the night shift and got annoyed with hearing the doll, so I took the batteries out. Yep, all right, I know what's about to happen. A week later, we heard peekaboo again.

That baby went to the dump ASAP. While I was pregnant with my daughter, we lived in a mobile home on the same property, but next door to this house. We didn't live there long, so nothing strange happened there that I can remember. We did have cows while we lived in that trailer. they all died before they reached a year old.

I still don't know what happened with that. My husband's aunt lived in the mobile home before we moved in, and she had multiple dogs who also all died while living there. When I was six months pregnant, our trailer burned down. The fire investigators said it started in the area of our air conditioner, but a few days before the fire, we'd had maintenance done on it and everything was fine. Not sure if the fire had anything to do with it, but it's still another terrible event on this lane.

Nothing will grow here. We have one tree, and it's gnarled and barely thriving. We're surrounded by three rock quarries, and we're sitting on a solid piece of limestone rock. About three years after that trailer burned down, we were able to get the area cleaned off and another one put in its place, where I'm currently living. We still have odd occurrences here from time to time. My daughter had a doorbell on the outside of her bedroom door that would go off at random times. It seemed like it would go off when we were talking about past loved ones. Once, while grieving my father's recent death, my husband and I were reminiscing about him. The photo of him in a China cabinet fell forward, not backwards like it collapsed, but forward,

like something had pushed it over. Another time, my daughter and I were watching home movies from when he took me to the lake as a child. The TV powered off by itself. When my daughter was younger, she used to say she was scared to go into our hallway because she saw a man peeking out of the bathroom door at her. She likes to sit in our rocking chair that faces down the hallway. I've often felt like I see things out of the corner of my eye in that hallway, or a small child walking across my living room, or standing beside the rocking chair. Our dog will look in that direction and growl at nothing in the middle of the night, which really

freaks us out. I often hear people calling my name, so often that my husband and daughter get annoyed at me. I don't know for sure if the land is cursed, but it sure feels like it. It sure does feel like it. That's interesting. Like, it's solid, you're on a solid limestone slab. Uh-huh. Like, I mean, that kind of seems to indicate why things won't grow.

Like, uh, the other stuff, though, like, it seems like there's a lot of, like, electrical things going on where it's like the doorbell and, like, the toys going off. I wonder if there might be, like, some other. material in mixed in or beneath the limestone like courts or something like courts kind of messes stuff up sometimes like does it like attract radio uh uh i don't know if it does like electrical stuff but court seems to be kind of if there's courts underground somewhere it tends to be like a supernatural hot spot it seems interesting okay so you don't mean scientific like electromagnetism you mean like a spiritual magnet yeah but this this does not seem like a very happy piece of land

And I am amazed that you guys still live there, to be honest. Yeah. Yeah. But I mean, like, I don't know, it's moving is hard and expensive. It is. But especially after you have all this weird stuff and then your house burns down. Yeah, that one is like. You stick around.

I mean, I can understand, though, if you're in a small town, this is where you grew up, this is the land you own. It's a lot to move. You're right. But my goodness, you are braver people than I would be for sure. I don't know. I feel like a lot of times, like, these stories. is that recount a lot of, like, odd happenings.

It's like, I try to remind myself, it's like, probably, it's like little things over long periods of time. Like, where it's just, and it's like just feelings. And it's not like every night, multiple times a night. It's not like your house is possessed. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

It's like, there's just, like, kind of a buildup of kind of strange vibes. Mm-hmm. Over the course of, like, 10 years. Mm-hmm. And it kind of builds up to this. Yeah. A lot of unfortunate things there. It seems like Susie has a kind of like uneasy piece with it.

Yeah, it kind of does, doesn't it? It's like, well, you know, it's my home. Wow. Well, thank you for sharing that, Susie. Yeah. And we are going to be back next month with more listener stories. But we've gotten some feedback from you guys that even though we plan on coming back in September or spooky season with our normal, fully produced weekly episodes. Some of you are missing that dramatic storytelling that McLeod did on stuff that I wrote.

So we're going to kind of start bringing, you know, some little stuff that we couldn't quite fit into an entire episode. Yeah. So really excited about that. Look for that next month and some more terrifying listener stories. As a reminder, we still want your listener stories. So if you've had something that's been kind of rattling around in the back of your head that happened to you five years ago, 10 years ago when you were a kid, let us know. Send us that story. Hit us at Stories at sightingspodcast.com.

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