August 27, 2024 • 24 mins
After her producer, Len, reveals he has a "hot date," Therésa discovers that Purgatory has dating apps. While she sets up her dating profile, Corey tells us about the unanswered call he received from the other side and Kim's terrifying experience with a paranormal babysitter.
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Therésa (00:22):
Hello, my haunties. We're back with a brand new episode
of Haunting. It's another windless, weatherless day and purgatory and
Len is wearing shorts. Strange.
Len (00:35):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (00:39):
Len's saying it's not strange because they're just his normal
cargo pants and he unzipped the bottoms, so now they're shorts.
But I'd argue that's even worse. Why did he decide
to unzip today? Who's he trying to impress? If I
didn't know any better, I'd say Len's got a hot
date tonight.
Len (00:56):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (00:58):
Oh my god, he does have a date tonight. Lend
you a little slut?
I knew it. Who is she? How'd you meet? Tell
us everything? Oh yeah, what's her sign?
Len (01:10):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (01:12):
Canadian banshee hot
Len (01:16):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (01:16):
semi-recently deceased? Okay, good? Not too fresh?
Len (01:19):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (01:21):
Working through some unfinished business, aren't we all?
Len (01:24):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (01:29):
Has a dead German shepherd haunts her childhood home. Met
on the apps? Ah, cute, Wait we have apps here?
Len (01:37):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (01:41):
Ghosted the Afterlife's premiere dating app, connecting supernatural singles looking
for their eternal flame till death do us start huh, Naomi,
you're on the apps too? How do I not know
about this? Well Len, I'm excited for you. The zip off
(02:01):
cargo shorts were an interesting choice for a first date.
But here's hoping she's the ghoul of your dreams.
Len (02:09):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (02:11):
Okay, let's get into our first story. When love calls
you answer. That was a segue. It'll make more sense
in a minute.
STORY A (02:19):
I think about what would have happened if we would
have answered the phone that day. Could we have maybe
communicated back with her, or maybe she had more to say,
or maybe it wasn't Even her at all.
My name is Corey and I received a phone call
from the grave. I'm from Alabama. I've lived here my
(02:43):
entire life. It's a small college town, southern hospitality. Wave
at your neighbor.
There's lots of friendly people, lots of football fans. It's
like a religion here. Pretty much everyone in my family
is local. We all are kind of tight kit all
live in the same area.
We're all from Alabama. My great grandmother, she was kind
(03:04):
of the glue that held everyone together. We all called
her mama. Even her kids called her ma ma when
they came over. It was just like her name for us.
Her real name is Maude stereotypical old school name, I guess.
When I think of my great grandmother, I would describe
her as tiny, frail, your typical great grandmother. She had
(03:27):
kind of a raspy voice that echoed her age. You know,
it was very distinct. If you just ran into her
out somewhere and didn't see her, you would know from
her voice that it was her. She was very loving
and her home was always very welcoming. Everyone just came
to her house and it was just a meeting place. Honestly,
(03:48):
if you ever came to her house, it would be
kind of like a family reunion. A typical day for her,
I guess would be doing puzzles and crosswords. She always
had QVC playing in the background. I don't think she
ever watched it. I think she just liked to hear it.
(04:08):
But I just think of her sitting on her couch,
just in her certain spot she sat in.
She definitely did have her quirks.
She grew up through the Great Depression, so she was
kind of set in her ways. So a quirk she had
was that she didn't really say I love you ever.
It was just something she did not say. It was
(04:29):
not in her vocabulary, even to her own kids. She
never really said I love you. It was always evident
that she loved you, but she never said it made
her very uncomfortable. That was just something the family respected
and we all knew, like, don't get your feelings hurt.
I have shared this story with my parents and that's
(04:53):
pretty much about it. Outside of my grandparents, who experienced
it themselves, I don't really talk about it much. I
just kind of keep it to myself. It was late August
2005 , about a week after the passing of my
great grandmother. She was ninety two years old at the time.
(05:17):
I was twelve years old. I'm visiting with my grandparents.
Nothing out of the ordinary. I'm very close with them,
so going to visit them is a common occurrence. we're
sitting around the living room just talking, checking on each other,
(05:37):
seeing how we're doing. She had just passed a week prior,
so she was definitely coming up in conversation. It was
just me, my grandmother, and my granddad. While we were talking,
the phone rings.
My granddad. He picks up the phone, looks at it,
(05:58):
kind of looks kind of puzzled and turns it around
and shows us the caller ID. It just shows ten zeros.
No name, no number, just ten zeros. Usually when they
receive a phone call that you know, it doesn't recognize,
it says unknown name, unknown number.
That's kind of the standard. But this had no name
(06:19):
or anything, just all zeros.
He does this thing when he assumes it says spam call.
And he held it up and was like, I.
Don't know anyone named zero zero zero zero.
And the answering machine can get it. He just lets
it go. Maybe a minute or so later, the phone
(06:40):
lights up. There's a new message. My granddad doesn't like
messages on the machine. He likes to clear it all.
He picked up the phone and he plays it on speaker.
When he hits play, there's just static interference, like someone
(07:03):
has a bad connection. I don't want to say as
extreme as like TV static or something, but like it
was kind of like rustling, and there was some crackling
in the message, just like someone was trying to get
through and Maybe they were like going into a bridge
or something. You know.
About ten seconds after the static, we heard the words.
(07:33):
It was the distinct voice of my great grandmother.
We all just kind of looked at each other and
we're just kind of shocked and kind of in disbelief.
Did we hear what we think we just heard? My
granddad he was like, what was that? Did you hear
what I heard? We actually played it back a few times,
(07:55):
and sure enough, I love you it was her voice.
From the look on everyone's face in the room, we
all knew that it was her. It definitely sent a
shiver down my spine when you let your mind go
(08:16):
there that it could possibly be her. The static of
it really gave you an uneasy feeling. It wasn't just
I love you, It was a sound like something was
struggling to like get that to come through. Twelve year
old me was like, we're definitely going to try to
call this number back. I grabbed the phone and hit
(08:39):
re dial on the caller ID.
Sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is
no longer in service.
typical like robot voice thing says that this is not
a valid number. That just kind of blew my mind.
I expected it to, you know, call someone or some thing,
(09:00):
you know, like I didn't expect it to say that.
It was just a repeat of basically the original call,
just like wide eyes and staring at each other like.
What just happened.
I expected someone to pick up, some old lady to
pick up that had their own number.
That did not happen.
(09:22):
I was very stunned to find out that it was
not an actual number. Up until the very day of
her passing, she still never even told my granddad that
she loved him. I feel like she had regrets or
she just needed to let him know that before moving on.
(09:45):
It does provide another sense of comfort, especially for my
granddad because that was his mom.
I definitely feel like it was something he needed to hear.
I feel like it gave my granddad closure and some comfort,
just knowing that maybe she's okay, that she does definitely
love him, even though he knows. But it's just a
(10:06):
comforting feeling, even for me, so I know it has
to be for him, you know. It definitely has changed
my perspective. When you see a number pop up that
you don't know, there's always someone on the other end
trying to reach you for whatever reason. It does make
you stop and think, because once it hangs up, you
know that's it. You don't get a second chance. But
(10:30):
if instead of it going to voicemail. If we had answered,
could we have communicated back?
Therésa (10:44):
Len? Corey's mama's ghost could be you tonight. I'm kidding obviously,
don't tell you love her on the first date, but
I'll admit you got me inspired. I made a ghosted profile.
It's really hard to get a good picture.
When I look around, all I've seen of other people
are a lot of ethereal blobs and what looks like
water damage. Ooh, this guy seems fun. He's a wraith. Okay,
(11:09):
bad boy perpetually twenty eight worst fad I ever participated
in tuberculosis. He's funny. Ooh, this one's a voice note.
Len (11:22):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (11:23):
Okay, Okay, I'm convinced that (GROWL)
hmm, guttural. I'm swiping right, Anyway. Dating is a numbers game.
It's all about racking up matches and seeing what sticks. Naomi,
have you met anyone on here a nice incubus to
settle down with maybe?
(11:45):
Well, I don't know what you're into? Alright, While I
survey the goods. Meet Kim, Who's haunted farmhouse became something
of a daycare when a friendly spirit decided to play babysitter.
STORY B (11:59):
On this one particular day. It was a cold February morning.
It was just me and the babies in the house.
When they woke up, they were hysterical, inconsolable. I could
hear them screaming and crying from the kitchen, and then
all of a sudden, they stopped crying. In all of
(12:24):
this confusion, I had forgotten to turn the monitor on.
When I turned it on, I heard something. Someone's in
the house and I have no idea who this is.
It's scary and I don't know what to do. My
name is Kim, and there was something in the house
(12:45):
with me. Back in the seventies, my family moved into
this old farmhouse. It was on a hill, white with
black shutters and a porch that went the entire length
of the front of the home and the side of
the home, with a large living room and seven bedrooms,
(13:07):
four on the second floor and three on the third floor.
When you come up the street, that's the first house
that you would see, and I think it was one
of the original farmhouses for that area of Bucks County, Pennsylvania.
My mother found records and she talked to the previous owners.
(13:27):
They lived there from the forties the fifties the sixties
until we get this in the seventies. They said the
farmhouse was built in nineteen hundred and then in about
nineteen thirties it was taken over by a woman named
missus Dagandesh. She was an old, heavyset woman and I
think she was German. She started a boarding house for
(13:50):
nuns and single ladies and whomever for a brand new
high school that was being built in Southampton. When we
moved in in the seventies, my father put an addition
on the back of the house. He put a rec room,
another set of stairs, another bedroom, and a big bathroom.
(14:12):
So it was a big and beautiful old house. from
the moment we moved into that house, From the very
first night, I would hear footsteps. If I was in
my room, I would hear footsteps, and I would look
down the hall and there would be no one there.
It wasn't every night, but it was consistent, and you
(14:35):
just knew that it wasn't a brother or sister because
they wouldn't head down that part of the hallway. And
it was never in the new part of the house.
It was always in the old part of the house.
It was creepy as hell. When me and my sisters used
to sneak in late at night, we always thought it
(14:57):
was either our mother or our father finding out that
we were sneaking in late at night. And you would
turn around and there would be nothing there. Or I
would walk up the long stairway and there's footsteps behind me,
but I'm alone. Usually I would hear these footsteps on
the way to this back room that we called the
Agnes of God room. My mother named the room the Agnes
(15:21):
of God room. That was from an awful movie with Jane
Fonda about a nun who murdered a baby. It was
creepy and weird. So this particular hallway to the right
was the Agnes of God room. To the left of that
was the nursery, and then another room, and the Agnes
(15:44):
of God Room is the room that missus Dagandash apparently
died in. I was always too scared walking down the
hallway towards the Agnes of God room, because as soon as
you hit the landing, I hear footsteps. I turn around
(16:10):
and there's no one there. It was a heavy footstep,
it was a good sturdy shoe. They were just footsteps.
When I told my mother this story of Missus Dagandash
and the footsteps. She said, you don't need to be
(16:31):
scared here, because we're always safe with me. My mother
called herself a strega, which an Italian means witch. She
was named that through a woman from South Philadelphia who
sat on the corner, who all the children were very,
very frightened of, who was also a strega. When this
woman passed, she gave this kit to my mother. It
(16:56):
was a hollowed out wooden, beautiful carved crucifix maybe a
foot tall, and inside was special oil, holy water, and sage.
That kit stayed underneath her bed for as long as
I can remember. I was always too scared to even
(17:17):
open it up. But that is what kept her from
being so frightened of anything in the house, because she
had the kit, and she was convinced that Missus Dagandash
or whatever they were good spirits, that they would not
harm us. So flash forward to when I have a
beautiful set of twin babies, and it was a lot
(17:39):
to take care of. The apartment that my husband and
I lived in would not allow children, so we moved
back in with my family. It was always a very
busy household with kids and sisters and siblings and aunts
and uncles and grandparents and everything else. This one particular
day was just me and the babies in the house.
(18:01):
And these babies didn't sleep a wink the night before.
They were both sleeping in the same crib at the time.
When I got them up in the morning, they were hysterical, inconsolable.
The blankets were in the corner of their crib. I
took them out of bed. I was trying to console them.
Are they hungry? Are they sick? Do they need a doctor?
(18:25):
I'm frightened. I'm not usually by myself. I usually have
people here to help me. There was nothing I could
do to make these babies happy. I'm scared, and I
don't know where to turn. So I put them both
down in their crib and ran downstairs to get them
(18:46):
a bottle and some medicine because they are clearly not
feeling well. I could hear them screaming and crying the
whole time as I ran down the hallway into the kitchen.
Then all of a sudden, they stopped crying, but I
(19:11):
heard something. I ran to get the monitor, and when
I turned it on, I hear humming and then singing.
But I am home alone, but I could hear a lullaby.
A woman is singing a lullaby to my babies. And
(19:32):
I have no idea who this is. It was an
old German lullaby. I stopped dead in my tracks. I
dropped the bottle and I stood still for a moment.
I didn't move. It didn't make any sense. There was
(19:55):
no one home who could be singing to my babies.
There's no radio in there, there's no television in there.
There's no one else home who could be singing. And
then reality strikes. I flew up the stairs two at
(20:15):
a time, ran down the hallway, ran into the room
as fast as I could. When I get back to them,
my two babies, beautiful babies, are sleeping soundly. They are safe,
with blankets over them, without a care in the world.
(20:37):
There is no one there. They had blankets over them.
I can't even tell you how that happened. There was
blankets in the crib, but they certainly weren't on them
when I went down, because they were kicking and screaming
and crying, so someone or something had pulled the blankets
over them. It felt surreal. I'm looking at two babies
(21:04):
who are calm and sleeping, and I remember feeling relief
and thankful, but not understanding who was singing and who
covered them up. It's scary and it's wonderful all in
the same moment. I feel like I want to say
(21:25):
thank you to missus Dagandash, because she put these babies
to sleep. And there were many nights after that that
I said to her, Missus Dagandash, where the hell are you?
I could use you today.
Therésa (21:46):
If I could sing, I'd be on every baby monitor
in America. And I get that this story is unsettling,
dead non disembodied voice, the general weirdness of twins, but
other than a visit from a beloved dead relative, this
is best case scenario paranormal encounter. Actually, both of today's
stories were kind of feel good. Between that, Len's date,
(22:07):
my six new matches seven if you count the couple,
I'd say it's been a pretty good day at Haunting HQ.
And look at that Len decided to rezip his shorts
into pants After all.
Len (22:23):
(GRUMBLES)
Therésa (22:25):
You need help. Len, I'm not touching your knees. Are
you insane? Don't start, Naomi. It's basically Gray area workplace harassment. Well,
it's been an almost good day. I'm gonna figure out
if we have an HR department here, But you guys
know the drill. If you've got a supernatural experience you'd
like to share with us, email Len at HauntingThePodcast@gmail.com and
(22:47):
your story could be featured in one of our upcoming episodes. Now,
everyone wish Len good luck on his date and tune
in next week for the dirty deets because on this pod,
we haunt, we hoe, we kiss, we tell love you all.
Credits (23:05):
If you have a haunting story to share, please email
us at HauntingThePodcast@gmail.com. Haunting is a production of Glass Podcast
in partnership with iHeart Podcast. Haunting was created and executive produced
by Nancy Glass and Andrea Gunning, Ben Fetterman, and Lauren Lapkus.
It is hosted by Lauren Lapkus as her character Therésa.
Haunting is directed by Aleah Welsh and produced by Trey Morgan.
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It is written by Aleah Welsh, with additional writing by
Nancy Glass, Trey Morgan, Ben Fetterman, and Kristin Melchiorre. Additional
production support by Todd Ganz. Additional voice acting by Trey
Morgan as the character producer Len Walker. Editing and sound
designed by Matt Delvecchio with additional editing by Nico Arouca.
Mixed and mastered by Dave Saia. Operations, and production support
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Hello, my haunties. We're back with a brand new episode
of Haunting. It's another windless, weatherless day and purgatory and
Len is wearing shorts. Strange.
Len (00:35):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (00:39):
Len's saying it's not strange because they're just his normal
cargo pants and he unzipped the bottoms, so now they're shorts.
But I'd argue that's even worse. Why did he decide
to unzip today? Who's he trying to impress? If I
didn't know any better, I'd say Len's got a hot
date tonight.
Len (00:56):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (00:58):
Oh my god, he does have a date tonight. Lend
you a little slut?
I knew it. Who is she? How'd you meet? Tell
us everything? Oh yeah, what's her sign?
Len (01:10):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (01:12):
Canadian banshee hot
Len (01:16):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (01:16):
semi-recently deceased? Okay, good? Not too fresh?
Len (01:19):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (01:21):
Working through some unfinished business, aren't we all?
Len (01:24):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (01:29):
Has a dead German shepherd haunts her childhood home. Met
on the apps? Ah, cute, Wait we have apps here?
Len (01:37):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (01:41):
Ghosted the Afterlife's premiere dating app, connecting supernatural singles looking
for their eternal flame till death do us start huh, Naomi,
you're on the apps too? How do I not know
about this? Well Len, I'm excited for you. The zip off
(02:01):
cargo shorts were an interesting choice for a first date.
But here's hoping she's the ghoul of your dreams.
Len (02:09):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (02:11):
Okay, let's get into our first story. When love calls
you answer. That was a segue. It'll make more sense
in a minute.
STORY A (02:19):
I think about what would have happened if we would
have answered the phone that day. Could we have maybe
communicated back with her, or maybe she had more to say,
or maybe it wasn't Even her at all.
My name is Corey and I received a phone call
from the grave. I'm from Alabama. I've lived here my
(02:43):
entire life. It's a small college town, southern hospitality. Wave
at your neighbor.
There's lots of friendly people, lots of football fans. It's
like a religion here. Pretty much everyone in my family
is local. We all are kind of tight kit all
live in the same area.
We're all from Alabama. My great grandmother, she was kind
(03:04):
of the glue that held everyone together. We all called
her mama. Even her kids called her ma ma when
they came over. It was just like her name for us.
Her real name is Maude stereotypical old school name, I guess.
When I think of my great grandmother, I would describe
her as tiny, frail, your typical great grandmother. She had
(03:27):
kind of a raspy voice that echoed her age. You know,
it was very distinct. If you just ran into her
out somewhere and didn't see her, you would know from
her voice that it was her. She was very loving
and her home was always very welcoming. Everyone just came
to her house and it was just a meeting place. Honestly,
(03:48):
if you ever came to her house, it would be
kind of like a family reunion. A typical day for her,
I guess would be doing puzzles and crosswords. She always
had QVC playing in the background. I don't think she
ever watched it. I think she just liked to hear it.
(04:08):
But I just think of her sitting on her couch,
just in her certain spot she sat in.
She definitely did have her quirks.
She grew up through the Great Depression, so she was
kind of set in her ways. So a quirk she had
was that she didn't really say I love you ever.
It was just something she did not say. It was
(04:29):
not in her vocabulary, even to her own kids. She
never really said I love you. It was always evident
that she loved you, but she never said it made
her very uncomfortable. That was just something the family respected
and we all knew, like, don't get your feelings hurt.
I have shared this story with my parents and that's
(04:53):
pretty much about it. Outside of my grandparents, who experienced
it themselves, I don't really talk about it much. I
just kind of keep it to myself. It was late August
2005 , about a week after the passing of my
great grandmother. She was ninety two years old at the time.
(05:17):
I was twelve years old. I'm visiting with my grandparents.
Nothing out of the ordinary. I'm very close with them,
so going to visit them is a common occurrence. we're
sitting around the living room just talking, checking on each other,
(05:37):
seeing how we're doing. She had just passed a week prior,
so she was definitely coming up in conversation. It was
just me, my grandmother, and my granddad. While we were talking,
the phone rings.
My granddad. He picks up the phone, looks at it,
(05:58):
kind of looks kind of puzzled and turns it around
and shows us the caller ID. It just shows ten zeros.
No name, no number, just ten zeros. Usually when they
receive a phone call that you know, it doesn't recognize,
it says unknown name, unknown number.
That's kind of the standard. But this had no name
(06:19):
or anything, just all zeros.
He does this thing when he assumes it says spam call.
And he held it up and was like, I.
Don't know anyone named zero zero zero zero.
And the answering machine can get it. He just lets
it go. Maybe a minute or so later, the phone
(06:40):
lights up. There's a new message. My granddad doesn't like
messages on the machine. He likes to clear it all.
He picked up the phone and he plays it on speaker.
When he hits play, there's just static interference, like someone
(07:03):
has a bad connection. I don't want to say as
extreme as like TV static or something, but like it
was kind of like rustling, and there was some crackling
in the message, just like someone was trying to get
through and Maybe they were like going into a bridge
or something. You know.
About ten seconds after the static, we heard the words.
(07:33):
It was the distinct voice of my great grandmother.
We all just kind of looked at each other and
we're just kind of shocked and kind of in disbelief.
Did we hear what we think we just heard? My
granddad he was like, what was that? Did you hear
what I heard? We actually played it back a few times,
(07:55):
and sure enough, I love you it was her voice.
From the look on everyone's face in the room, we
all knew that it was her. It definitely sent a
shiver down my spine when you let your mind go
(08:16):
there that it could possibly be her. The static of
it really gave you an uneasy feeling. It wasn't just
I love you, It was a sound like something was
struggling to like get that to come through. Twelve year
old me was like, we're definitely going to try to
call this number back. I grabbed the phone and hit
(08:39):
re dial on the caller ID.
Sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is
no longer in service.
typical like robot voice thing says that this is not
a valid number. That just kind of blew my mind.
I expected it to, you know, call someone or some thing,
(09:00):
you know, like I didn't expect it to say that.
It was just a repeat of basically the original call,
just like wide eyes and staring at each other like.
What just happened.
I expected someone to pick up, some old lady to
pick up that had their own number.
That did not happen.
(09:22):
I was very stunned to find out that it was
not an actual number. Up until the very day of
her passing, she still never even told my granddad that
she loved him. I feel like she had regrets or
she just needed to let him know that before moving on.
(09:45):
It does provide another sense of comfort, especially for my
granddad because that was his mom.
I definitely feel like it was something he needed to hear.
I feel like it gave my granddad closure and some comfort,
just knowing that maybe she's okay, that she does definitely
love him, even though he knows. But it's just a
(10:06):
comforting feeling, even for me, so I know it has
to be for him, you know. It definitely has changed
my perspective. When you see a number pop up that
you don't know, there's always someone on the other end
trying to reach you for whatever reason. It does make
you stop and think, because once it hangs up, you
know that's it. You don't get a second chance. But
(10:30):
if instead of it going to voicemail. If we had answered,
could we have communicated back?
Therésa (10:44):
Len? Corey's mama's ghost could be you tonight. I'm kidding obviously,
don't tell you love her on the first date, but
I'll admit you got me inspired. I made a ghosted profile.
It's really hard to get a good picture.
When I look around, all I've seen of other people
are a lot of ethereal blobs and what looks like
water damage. Ooh, this guy seems fun. He's a wraith. Okay,
(11:09):
bad boy perpetually twenty eight worst fad I ever participated
in tuberculosis. He's funny. Ooh, this one's a voice note.
Len (11:22):
(MUMBLES)
Therésa (11:23):
Okay, Okay, I'm convinced that (GROWL)
hmm, guttural. I'm swiping right, Anyway. Dating is a numbers game.
It's all about racking up matches and seeing what sticks. Naomi,
have you met anyone on here a nice incubus to
settle down with maybe?
(11:45):
Well, I don't know what you're into? Alright, While I
survey the goods. Meet Kim, Who's haunted farmhouse became something
of a daycare when a friendly spirit decided to play babysitter.
STORY B (11:59):
On this one particular day. It was a cold February morning.
It was just me and the babies in the house.
When they woke up, they were hysterical, inconsolable. I could
hear them screaming and crying from the kitchen, and then
all of a sudden, they stopped crying. In all of
(12:24):
this confusion, I had forgotten to turn the monitor on.
When I turned it on, I heard something. Someone's in
the house and I have no idea who this is.
It's scary and I don't know what to do. My
name is Kim, and there was something in the house
(12:45):
with me. Back in the seventies, my family moved into
this old farmhouse. It was on a hill, white with
black shutters and a porch that went the entire length
of the front of the home and the side of
the home, with a large living room and seven bedrooms,
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four on the second floor and three on the third floor.
When you come up the street, that's the first house
that you would see, and I think it was one
of the original farmhouses for that area of Bucks County, Pennsylvania.
My mother found records and she talked to the previous owners.
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They lived there from the forties the fifties the sixties
until we get this in the seventies. They said the
farmhouse was built in nineteen hundred and then in about
nineteen thirties it was taken over by a woman named
missus Dagandesh. She was an old, heavyset woman and I
think she was German. She started a boarding house for
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nuns and single ladies and whomever for a brand new
high school that was being built in Southampton. When we
moved in in the seventies, my father put an addition
on the back of the house. He put a rec room,
another set of stairs, another bedroom, and a big bathroom.
(14:12):
So it was a big and beautiful old house. from
the moment we moved into that house, From the very
first night, I would hear footsteps. If I was in
my room, I would hear footsteps, and I would look
down the hall and there would be no one there.
It wasn't every night, but it was consistent, and you
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just knew that it wasn't a brother or sister because
they wouldn't head down that part of the hallway. And
it was never in the new part of the house.
It was always in the old part of the house.
It was creepy as hell. When me and my sisters used
to sneak in late at night, we always thought it
(14:57):
was either our mother or our father finding out that
we were sneaking in late at night. And you would
turn around and there would be nothing there. Or I
would walk up the long stairway and there's footsteps behind me,
but I'm alone. Usually I would hear these footsteps on
the way to this back room that we called the
Agnes of God room. My mother named the room the Agnes
(15:21):
of God room. That was from an awful movie with Jane
Fonda about a nun who murdered a baby. It was
creepy and weird. So this particular hallway to the right
was the Agnes of God room. To the left of that
was the nursery, and then another room, and the Agnes
(15:44):
of God Room is the room that missus Dagandash apparently
died in. I was always too scared walking down the
hallway towards the Agnes of God room, because as soon as
you hit the landing, I hear footsteps. I turn around
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and there's no one there. It was a heavy footstep,
it was a good sturdy shoe. They were just footsteps.
When I told my mother this story of Missus Dagandash
and the footsteps. She said, you don't need to be
(16:31):
scared here, because we're always safe with me. My mother
called herself a strega, which an Italian means witch. She
was named that through a woman from South Philadelphia who
sat on the corner, who all the children were very,
very frightened of, who was also a strega. When this
woman passed, she gave this kit to my mother. It
(16:56):
was a hollowed out wooden, beautiful carved crucifix maybe a
foot tall, and inside was special oil, holy water, and sage.
That kit stayed underneath her bed for as long as
I can remember. I was always too scared to even
(17:17):
open it up. But that is what kept her from
being so frightened of anything in the house, because she
had the kit, and she was convinced that Missus Dagandash
or whatever they were good spirits, that they would not
harm us. So flash forward to when I have a
beautiful set of twin babies, and it was a lot
(17:39):
to take care of. The apartment that my husband and
I lived in would not allow children, so we moved
back in with my family. It was always a very
busy household with kids and sisters and siblings and aunts
and uncles and grandparents and everything else. This one particular
day was just me and the babies in the house.
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And these babies didn't sleep a wink the night before.
They were both sleeping in the same crib at the time.
When I got them up in the morning, they were hysterical, inconsolable.
The blankets were in the corner of their crib. I
took them out of bed. I was trying to console them.
Are they hungry? Are they sick? Do they need a doctor?
(18:25):
I'm frightened. I'm not usually by myself. I usually have
people here to help me. There was nothing I could
do to make these babies happy. I'm scared, and I
don't know where to turn. So I put them both
down in their crib and ran downstairs to get them
(18:46):
a bottle and some medicine because they are clearly not
feeling well. I could hear them screaming and crying the
whole time as I ran down the hallway into the kitchen.
Then all of a sudden, they stopped crying, but I
(19:11):
heard something. I ran to get the monitor, and when
I turned it on, I hear humming and then singing.
But I am home alone, but I could hear a lullaby.
A woman is singing a lullaby to my babies. And
(19:32):
I have no idea who this is. It was an
old German lullaby. I stopped dead in my tracks. I
dropped the bottle and I stood still for a moment.
I didn't move. It didn't make any sense. There was
(19:55):
no one home who could be singing to my babies.
There's no radio in there, there's no television in there.
There's no one else home who could be singing. And
then reality strikes. I flew up the stairs two at
(20:15):
a time, ran down the hallway, ran into the room
as fast as I could. When I get back to them,
my two babies, beautiful babies, are sleeping soundly. They are safe,
with blankets over them, without a care in the world.
(20:37):
There is no one there. They had blankets over them.
I can't even tell you how that happened. There was
blankets in the crib, but they certainly weren't on them
when I went down, because they were kicking and screaming
and crying, so someone or something had pulled the blankets
over them. It felt surreal. I'm looking at two babies
(21:04):
who are calm and sleeping, and I remember feeling relief
and thankful, but not understanding who was singing and who
covered them up. It's scary and it's wonderful all in
the same moment. I feel like I want to say
(21:25):
thank you to missus Dagandash, because she put these babies
to sleep. And there were many nights after that that
I said to her, Missus Dagandash, where the hell are you?
I could use you today.
Therésa (21:46):
If I could sing, I'd be on every baby monitor
in America. And I get that this story is unsettling,
dead non disembodied voice, the general weirdness of twins, but
other than a visit from a beloved dead relative, this
is best case scenario paranormal encounter. Actually, both of today's
stories were kind of feel good. Between that, Len's date,
(22:07):
my six new matches seven if you count the couple,
I'd say it's been a pretty good day at Haunting HQ.
And look at that Len decided to rezip his shorts
into pants After all.
Len (22:23):
(GRUMBLES)
Therésa (22:25):
You need help. Len, I'm not touching your knees. Are
you insane? Don't start, Naomi. It's basically Gray area workplace harassment. Well,
it's been an almost good day. I'm gonna figure out
if we have an HR department here, But you guys
know the drill. If you've got a supernatural experience you'd
like to share with us, email Len at HauntingThePodcast@gmail.com and
(22:47):
your story could be featured in one of our upcoming episodes. Now,
everyone wish Len good luck on his date and tune
in next week for the dirty deets because on this pod,
we haunt, we hoe, we kiss, we tell love you all.
Credits (23:05):
If you have a haunting story to share, please email
us at HauntingThePodcast@gmail.com. Haunting is a production of Glass Podcast
in partnership with iHeart Podcast. Haunting was created and executive produced
by Nancy Glass and Andrea Gunning, Ben Fetterman, and Lauren Lapkus.
It is hosted by Lauren Lapkus as her character Therésa.
Haunting is directed by Aleah Welsh and produced by Trey Morgan.
(23:28):
It is written by Aleah Welsh, with additional writing by
Nancy Glass, Trey Morgan, Ben Fetterman, and Kristin Melchiorre. Additional
production support by Todd Ganz. Additional voice acting by Trey
Morgan as the character producer Len Walker. Editing and sound
designed by Matt Delvecchio with additional editing by Nico Arouca.
Mixed and mastered by Dave Saia. Operations, and production support
(23:49):
by Kristin Melchiorre. Haunting's theme and original compositions were composed
by Oliver Baines and Dorry Macaulay of Noiser. Music Library
provided by Mibe Music. Special thanks to Speakeasy Sound Studios
in Burbank, California. Follow us on social media by searching
for Glass Podcast or by visiting glasspodcasts.com . For more
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