The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings - Lot 017: Do Not Listen To This (ft. Jocelin Donahue, Natalie Alyn Lind and Kai Caster)

Episode Date: October 27, 2023

Just….don’t.Written by Trevor ShandStars Jocelin Donahue (The Last Stop in Yuma County), Natalie Alyn Lind (Pet Sematary:Bloodlines) and Kai Caster (American Horror Story)Featuring Stephen Knowles as the Antique DealerTheme music by The Newton Brothers**Do YOU have an object with disturbing origins or attached to bizarre and unsettling occurrences that you wish to drop off at our establishment? Email it’s story to [e-mail] sound fx by AV Productions Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Look what the cat dragged in. Always good to see you here, friend. And a happy Halloween to you. Wouldn't you know it? My favorite time of year. Not too many trick-or-treaters around these parts, though. Probably for the best, don't you think? Seeing it is spooky season, however,

and the veil between worlds is at its thinnest. I gotta give you something. I wouldn't want any bad luck, not practicing an ancient tradition. So open up the palm of your hand. There you go. The small burlap satchel you are holding right now contains one single severed finger. Said to have belonged to a young man. It was found in a house in Colma, California, the city of Seoul.

Now that you have your treat, it's time for the trick. In this case, a story of a town that knew death you've got yourself a decision to make. You can either turn away from this conversation right now and go enjoy your night. I do recommend that. Go to a party, meet up with some friends, whatever it is you please, and we'll pretend this visit never happened. Or? you stay here

see what's over the ledge so to speak either way the finger is yours as our policy strictly states well okay then don't say I didn't warn you for the title of this story is

do not listen to this welcome to the antiquarium of sinister happenings and odd goings on. About two women. They lived in a small town called Colma, California.

Over 1.5 million people called Colma home. Only about 1,300 of them are actually still alive. Colma is a necropolis, the city of the silent. The Gold Rush brought legions to San Francisco looking for fortune. Along with them came disease and death. But the late 1800s, a cemetery shared a problem that the living still have to this day. Overcrowding.

Just like tenants who were six months behind on their payments, they got evicted. Hundreds of thousands of bodies turned farm fields into graveyards and turn Colma into the city of souls. Those two women I mentioned? Yeah, that's us.

I'm Litha. And I'm Akate, but my friends call me Katie. And we are the witches of Colma. We come from a line of Magi who have been the guardians and protectors of these spirits for over 150 years. all the pain and loss, every funeral, every prayer, the tears that have soaked these hollowed grounds

make this town a metaphysical nuclear reactor. Swarms of those practicing occult rituals and necromancy are drawn to this place. Without much paranormal juice, even with a simple glamour spell. Shit gets real. As if casting banishing enchantments and hexes isn't enough, try getting your calculus homework in on time

between basketball practice and a full course load. We are in our last year at Colma High, where the school motto is Eternus Summus. For those unfamiliar with creepy Latin, that translates to eternal sleep, which clearly we don't get enough of. Take yourself, Liff, I've been sleeping through this entire boring prologue. Sworn and Sisterhood, bathed in light, so would it be. Good, everyone, make sure to wrap up Richard the 3rd tonight. We'll have a quiz first thing tomorrow. Hey, and on a serious note, as most of you are aware, the search continues for two missed.

students, Nancy Erickson and John Daniels, so just be careful out there. Remain vigilant. Continue to report anything suspicious, and if you have any information or know someone who might, please tell the police, tell us, tell someone. Be safe, kids. Hey, Kay, you wait up. I missed you at the game yesterday. Roger. Hey, yeah, well, um, my kingdom for some sleep.

Uh, oh, you know, Shakespeare? Huh? Sorry. That was bad I just had to call in an early night Between this and finals coming up These disappearances I think I'm losing my mind

No, I get it I'm joining my parents this weekend For the search party in San Bruno Mountains I miss him Katie Nancy and John were the perfect couple Are the perfect couple I mean they're out there somewhere And they're doing fine

Doing more than fine You know I bet they're driving up the coast of Canada Right this second About to get married by a cop on a horse And have their vows read by Ryan Reynolds and toast each other with maple syrup. Well, the rumor is there's a serial killer out there, and Connor seems to think we won't find him with their insides intact.

So, uh, I'll boot that, eh? Dude. Maybe they should arrest you. For what? They're already killing them. God, Raj! Um, it's gonna, it's gonna be fine. They'll, they'll turn up. I'm sure of it.

Yeah. Well, uh, listen, if you aren't doing anything later, I could really use some help with this poetry stuff. I mean, if you had... Time? Yeah. Roger, I think, yeah, that'd be nice. Oh, oh, oh, cool, yes.

Seven? Seven is perfect. Okay. Okay, I will... See you then. Hey, Katie Cat. Tonight's the big night. Are you so excited?

Dude, it worked. Roger was all over me. Of course he was. Simple Honey Jarstfeld never fails. Do you really think this is going to work? I mean, we have tried this two other times. Don't question it for another second. manifestation, the law of attraction, the rule of three.

We are so good. This is some ancient magic we're dealing with here, Lith. Everything has to be perfect. Everything is perfect. I can... I can just sense something different this time, and... Well... Spit it out.

We've never had them before. What the fuck are you talking about? Oh, you'll see. Okay, freak. So, what do you think of all this? serial killer stuff. Four people missing in the last three months. That's a good 20% of this town. This whole place is on fire. I think. Protection spell. White candle, salt. I've been trying for weeks, but nothing seems to be sticking. I can feel it a darkness that just

won't shake. Like the world is closing in. Katie, trust me. It's working. It's all definitely working. We headed home to my place. You bet your ass we did. Lith, what the hell? This is supposed to be my inner voice talking. So, like a monologue. Sorry. Stepped over the corpses of my parents who like gutted on the living room floor. I can't wait for you to tell them.

Are you insane? I'm not telling anyone's shit. You know what I mean. Continue. I waited for Roger. You should have seen the look on his face. Rather not, that there's anything left of it now. But before he got to my house,

he had such joy in his eyes. It was extinguished rather quickly by the shock of the baseball bat I clenched in my hands, pummeling his skull. The first blow knocked him out. The second one gave to his face in. He never knew it hit him. You really left the town on that, dude.

That is so... Ooh, fucking disgusting, kitty. Hey, if this is gonna be done, we gotta do it right. And yet so very... Very wrong. Let me pick it up from here. It's all yours. So, we cut off his right index finger with a cleaver.

Yeah, that was all you. Okay, I cut off his right index finger with a cleaver. Here, take this gross thing. Ew! All right, so using the appendage like a severed finger crane of death, We drew this demonic looking sigil On the center of the floor Next to the bodies of my parents

Hey, not just any sigil But that of demonium to Morris A very badass fallen angel And then we scooped up his brain matter Mixed it with some chicken broth And bam Five minute necromancy Nothing in the ethereal realm is potent

Bottoms up Katie Cat Cheers I do apologize But a delivery just arrived here at the shop and I need to sign for it. Sit tight, and I'll be back quicker than a rat up a drain pipe. The message. Hello?

I'm in today. I need help. And I got one of your items like not too long ago. You can't know if you remember me or not. He gave me this next. I don't know. It's been doing some weird things, making my thoughts come true. And I don't know.

I know that there's no reference, but. Maybe we can work for something now. Okay, tell me that. Oh, that wasn't so bad, was it? Let's glide back into this nightmare. Shall we? And then we scooped up his brain matter, mixed it with some chicken broth,

and bam, five-minute necromancy. Nothing in the ethereal realm is potent. Bottoms up, Katie Cat. Cheers! I went upstairs to my altar and lit a white candle for a protection spell and poured a salt around a picture on the floor of me and live. You probably realize by now that this was not to protect the innocent small town of Colma from a scary serial killer,

but to protect two witches who have strayed off the path of light from getting caught. Told you it was working. I made bloodstacles out of my parents last weekend. And look, Katie's mom. No cuffs. Oh, come on. Put her head down, live. Sorry, dead Mrs. Houston.

And thus, completing a spell to open a portal that will bestow upon us the secrets of Tormor. so that we can do rad shit, like fly, shape, shift, alter reality, and be one with all the knowledge of the universe and beyond. Not like all this mall witch crystals and incense shit passed on by our lineage. Real, actual, cataclysmic power. Okay, so we did the protection spell. You buried those two kids John and Nancy from Homeck in the cellar. Four deceased parental units.

Yep, that about covers the sacrifice requirement. Only one thing. left. I'm so excited. The blood of the six in the darkness betwixt. Do you hear that, Katie? What is that? Breathing.

Someone is listening to us. Can you hear them yet? I felt their presence ever since I performed the summoning incantation from the Libra Malam. I knew they could hear us, and now I can hear them. The Libra Malum says the only way we can hear them. received to Morris's gifts is an exchange for her passage into our world through possessing a mortal human host, a non-witch. Yes, they're hearing us from out of their phones.

I can see them now with. It worked. It actually worked. Hey, you, in your headphones, or in your fucking car, we know you can hear us. You've been with us this entire time and us with you. we are in your head. No fucking way. And we've been doing an irreparable amount of damage in there too.

You listening to this are now a small part of a larger hierarchy. While you have been there, imbued by our spells, a part of your soul has begun to deteriorate and unlock. You have been an active part of this the entire time. Just by listening, giving these words life simply by knowing them, has linked you to us. This is how it spreads. You are the vessel.

The next time you awaken in the middle of the night, and your eyes form creatures from the clay of darkness, when you sense that something is with you in an empty room. When you're getting that last drink of water as you go to bed and you shut off the lights before running up the stairs, terrified if you look back that something will be stirring up at you from the shadow. This is her portal. No, that's her gateway into your world.

And inside you, DeMoris will creep. She will feed off your fear and only grow stronger. Till fear is all that's left. Then, as you are consumed, none of this will matter. Perhaps your last thought might be. Why did I ever open myself up? To the witches of corn. To the witches of corn.

To surrender and complete and total spiritual vulnerability on hands and knees to the goddess to Morris. To this we will reply. It's not like we didn't warn you. We told you not to listen to this. Thank you for your patronage. Hope you enjoyed your new relic as much as I've enjoyed passing along it's sword. history. It does come with our usual warning, however.

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Till next time, we'll be waiting for you whenever you close your eyes. In the space between sleep and dream. During regular business hours, of course, or by appointment, only for you, our best customer. The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings, Lot 017. Do not listen to this. Written by Trevor Shand. Starring Jocelyn Donahue as Litha. Natalie Allen Lind as Hakate.

Kai Kastor as Roger. Featuring Stephen Knowles, as the antique dealer. Additional sound effects by AV productions. Engineering production and sound design by Trevor Shand. Theme music by the Newton Brothers. The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings is created and curated by Trevor and Lauren Shand. Follow us on Instagram and Twitter at Antiquarium Pod.

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