November 16, 2025 • 15 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Charles Morgan had the unfortunate luck to die at the
age of seventeen in nineteen thirty eight. His mother thought
he had a stroke, his father thought his appendix had burst,
but only Charles Charlie to his friends, knew that it
had been a brain aneurysm. The man in the dark
(00:24):
cloak with a pale face had told him as much
before he asked if he wanted to come with him.
Charlie had declined, telling him he wanted to stay a
little longer and see what became of his parents. The
man and the cowl only shrugged and told him not
to stick around too long, or he might never make
it out. Charlie had given him the bird as he left,
(00:45):
but now he wished the man had told him how
to leave. It turned out that it was a hell
of a lot easier to die than it was to
know what to do after you were dead. Charlie had
watched his parents age twenty years after his death, and
both of them had finally sold the house at the
ripe old age of sixty and gone on to whatever
(01:06):
life they had after that. Charlie couldn't follow them. He
had died in the house, and he was tied to
the house, but that was okay. His parents had been
a little boring, but the people who moved in after
(01:26):
them had been fun. His parents had moved out in
nineteen sixty and Charlie had had the house pretty much
to himself since then. In that time, fourteen families had
lived in the house where he died. Some of them
he scared. Charlie turned out to be pretty good scaring.
Some of them he just watched, wanting to know how
other families were, but they did. Those were fun. Charlie
(01:50):
liked just watching people. Sometimes you got to learn a
lot about people and you just sat around and watched.
Some of the families had kids that Charlie talked to.
The young ones were usually a little more in tune
with the spirit world, and some of them could see
and talk to you. To adults who were just a
child's imaginary friend, but to that child, you were real,
(02:16):
and that made Charlie feel like he was alive again.
Some of the kids had other ways of communicating with
spirits and Charlie. Charlie liked to mess with them. Charlie
had seen it ouiji boards, spirit catchers, automatic writers, ghost boxes,
spirit radios, and every other damn thing that was supposed
to help you talk to ghosts. It was as if
(02:39):
none of them had ever thought about just talking to ghosts.
Charlie liked to talk, and if they had just approached
him and talked, he would have talked back to them.
But they broke out the hardware, though. That was when
Charlie really had fun. He would move their planchet to
make it safe, awful things or scary things. He would
(03:00):
crumple up their spirit catchers and throw them in the
garbage can. He would whisper disturbing things into their spirit radio,
or make their spirit boxes send back strange and often
cryptic answers. It was all good fun for him. Charlie
didn't have anything better to do and liked having something
to pass the time. When the Winstons moved in, Charlie
(03:26):
found that he was the one who was afraid. The
Winstons were a nice enough family. Roger Winston was the father,
and he worked as a foreman at the steel mill
where Charlie's father had once worked. It probably wasn't the
same meal as it had been in the nineteen thirties,
(03:48):
but Charlie had only been there once on a class trip,
so he really didn't have any way to know. Patricia
Winston was a stay at home mother who shuffled around
the house and kept the place clean enough. She liked
to watch daytime talk shows, and Charlie found that he
liked Maury Povic and Jerry Springer enough to sit in
the living room while she cleaned and soak up the drama.
(04:09):
And to a ghost, emotions are better than a piece
of chocolate cake. And then there were the children, Terry
and Margaret Winston. They were twelve and sixteen, respectively, and
neither of them really believed in ghosts. Their friend told
them stories about the ghosts that lived in the haunted
house their parents had bought, but the two kids just
waved it off as superstitious nonsense. Margaret was too busy
(04:32):
worrying about boys to worry about ghosts, and Terry fancied
himself a man of science and believed there was likely
a scientific reason for whatever anomalies were happening in the house.
There would be no talking to these two, Charlie was
sure that, But then came the Halloween party that changed everything.
(04:54):
The Winston parents had gone out of town to help
with the funeral arrangements from missus Winston's on. They left
Margaret in charge, telling her that she was not to
have people over and she was not to do anything
reckless while they were away. Margaret's response to this was
to have a small get together with some of her
friends and let Terry invite a few of his little
(05:16):
friends over. Some of them brought alcohol and music and
scary movies and things to while away the evening, but
one of Margaret's friends brought over a Oiji board, and
Charlie saw his chance to have a little fun. They
invited Terry and his friend in to hold this session
(05:36):
with them, and Charlie had practically wrung his hands together
in glee. He started with the usual ghostly pranks, smelling
out strange things the planchat, pretending to be different people,
and generally making those involved feel nervous. All the people
assembled looked amused, but definitely on edge. All but one.
(05:59):
She had a knowing look about her, a look that
told Charlie that she had done this sort of thing before.
She looked at Charlie's antics without much fear and without
much apprehension, and when she had the rest of them
clasp hands, she appeared to know what she was doing.
There may be a capricious spirit here, but I'm not
(06:19):
trying to talk to someone who knows nothing outside the
walls of this home. I read the name in one
of my mother's books. Now I want to talk to
the entity she spoke to when she was a girl.
I call upon And when she spoke the name, it
sounded too big for her mouth. It was too many consonants,
(06:44):
not enough vowels, the words too much for anyone with
a tongue to speak. The name was unknown to Charlie,
and by the way it made him feel, he would
have just as soon had it remain unknown. Suddenly, a
presence filled the room that Charlie had never experienced before
(07:05):
and would have just as soon gone right on not
knowing about. It filled the room like smoke, its presence
spilling out like the long shadows right before evening. There
were a few other spirits in the house, but Charlie
had never seen anything like this was. It was shapeless
and seemed to exist only in the shadows. Its eyes, however,
were flared red coals, the two of them growing as
(07:30):
long as the shadow that now cast across the Weeuji board, spirit,
do you walk among us? They all had their hands
and the little planchette, waiting for whatever spirit this girl
had called in to speak, but it didn't seem very talkative.
The girl's face scrunched up in confusion, as if she
(07:52):
had been expecting to hear something, and as the silence
stretched on, Margaret leaned over and whispered something to her.
The other girl told her to hush, going back to messaging.
The spirit to talk to them, but it just bloomed
over them, looked at the group as if it were
sizing up who would be the tastiest to start with.
(08:15):
Charlie had always been a trickster, not a cast for
the friendly ghosts sort, but watching this thing stretch its
hands out, prepared to grab one of the unsuspecting children
made him feel terrible. He teased them, he scared them,
but he didn't want to hurt them. The thought of
this spirit.
Speaker 2 (08:31):
Hurting them made him feel sick, and he leaned forward
and moved the planchette.
Speaker 1 (08:35):
As the collected group watched gee e t oh, get out,
go away, Abby. Something's telling us to leave.
Speaker 2 (08:50):
Margaret said, that's not the spirit I called. That's the
spirit that was already here. Go away, trickster. We don't
want to speak to you. Speak to us wise, one,
tell us you're not. The shadow creature said nothing. Instead,
it slithered its long shadow fingers towards the unknowing children
and seemed to snare them with those cruel digits. They
(09:12):
shivered as the shadow entered them, all of them. But
the girl who had called it, she still bent over
the board, as if she couldn't believe that it hadn't worked.
Speak to us, speak to us, Come on, say something.
This always worked.
Speaker 1 (09:26):
When mom she stopped talking and she noticed the planchet
moving frantically under her hand. Charlie was telling her to leave,
telling her to run, telling her to get as far
away from this place as she possibly could. He had
liked to mess with the kids, but whatever was happening
here was too much. The kids had begun to jerk
like Marionett's under the hands of someone who doesn't quite
(09:49):
know what they're doing. Their movements looked sick and uncoordinated,
their bodies scrunched up like bugs trapped in a bug zapper.
The girl who had summoned this creature didn't notice, could she.
Speaker 2 (10:01):
She was still looking at the Ouiji board like it
had all the answers to all the questions that anyone
could ever ask.
Speaker 1 (10:06):
She went right on reading Charlie's message. Her mouth scrunched
up as she sounded out the words, and then she
shook her head and looked around the room as if
she intended to laugh and just couldn't bring one to
the surface. Run. Why would I run? I'm not in
any danger. I've never been in any danger. This entity
is an old friend. He wouldn't. That was when she
(10:28):
seemed to notice the kids around her had changed. Two
of them, girls that Charlie had never learned the names of,
were smiling a little too wine in a way that
made him think their jaws might be breaking. Margaret had
blood running down her cheeks as her fingers seemed to
be trying to tear out her own eyelashes. Her brother
(10:48):
and his friends are trying to rip off each other's ears,
blood running down the sides of their heads as they
yanked pitifully. The smiling girls had already begun to tear
their clothes off, and the whole began to stink with
the smell of fresh blood. Charlie remembered that smell. It
smelled blood just before. He never smelled anything ever again,
(11:09):
but he didn't think there had been this much blood,
even when his brain had suddenly let go. The children
fell on her, pushing the wood be mystic onto the
floor and on top of the Wuigi board. They ripped
at her their fingers, tearing her clothes and then her skin,
and then pulling at her bones. She started to scream,
but it only lasted until they found her vitals. As
(11:31):
they tore at her, it was as if something opened
in that hateful square of cardboard. All of them began
to fall, dropping into whatever void had been created by
the Ouigi board, and suddenly they were all gone.
Speaker 2 (11:49):
With its sacrifice taken, the spirit turned its eyes to Charlie,
and it spoke inside his head, and a voice that
would have sent most people running.
Speaker 1 (11:55):
For their lives. Get in my way again, and it
will be the last thing you ever do. Then it
simply rolled itself up into the closet like a deflayed
child's toy, and the room was empty. There was no blood,
no torn clothes, and the only evidence that anyone had
(12:19):
been here was a plate of cooling pizza and a
bowl of soggy popcorn. Luigi board was still there, the
planchette still in the death center where it had been left.
It was the only evidence the police found, and all
the children were considered missing. When the parents were turned
(12:40):
to find the house empty. All the doors had been
locked from the inside, all the windows had been secured,
and neighbors claimed they had seen other children coming over
that night but had not seen anyone leaving. The next day.
The parents of the other children so that Margaret told
them she had been allowed to have a few friends over,
but none of them. None of them seemed to have
(13:02):
any idea what had happened the children. Once the sun
had gone down. That was how Margaret's mother found herself
in her daughter's bedroom, sitting on the floor looking looking
at the Luigi board. Her husband was out, he had
(13:23):
decided the home didn't feel as welcoming as it once dead.
She was drunk on cooking sharing dozing against her daughter's nightstand.
When the plan ship began to move on the board,
she thought she was imagining things. When he began to
find the letters on that sinful piece of cardboard, she
sat up and took notice. He returned to the middle
and then started again spelling out the same message before
(13:45):
returning to the middle again and again. He took your children.
He took them somewhere, but no one can go. Even
(14:09):
though he was not strong enough to stand After that spirit,
Charlie wanted to give her something his own mother had
not been allowed to have. He wanted the woman to
have a little bit of closure, and if it gave
her comfort, then he supposed that would be worth something.
Speaker 2 (14:38):
Either.
Speaker 1 (14:38):
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Speaker 2 (14:38):
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Charles Morgan had the unfortunate luck to die at the
age of seventeen in nineteen thirty eight. His mother thought
he had a stroke, his father thought his appendix had burst,
but only Charles Charlie to his friends, knew that it
had been a brain aneurysm. The man in the dark
(00:24):
cloak with a pale face had told him as much
before he asked if he wanted to come with him.
Charlie had declined, telling him he wanted to stay a
little longer and see what became of his parents. The
man and the cowl only shrugged and told him not
to stick around too long, or he might never make
it out. Charlie had given him the bird as he left,
(00:45):
but now he wished the man had told him how
to leave. It turned out that it was a hell
of a lot easier to die than it was to
know what to do after you were dead. Charlie had
watched his parents age twenty years after his death, and
both of them had finally sold the house at the
ripe old age of sixty and gone on to whatever
(01:06):
life they had after that. Charlie couldn't follow them. He
had died in the house, and he was tied to
the house, but that was okay. His parents had been
a little boring, but the people who moved in after
(01:26):
them had been fun. His parents had moved out in
nineteen sixty and Charlie had had the house pretty much
to himself since then. In that time, fourteen families had
lived in the house where he died. Some of them
he scared. Charlie turned out to be pretty good scaring.
Some of them he just watched, wanting to know how
other families were, but they did. Those were fun. Charlie
(01:50):
liked just watching people. Sometimes you got to learn a
lot about people and you just sat around and watched.
Some of the families had kids that Charlie talked to.
The young ones were usually a little more in tune
with the spirit world, and some of them could see
and talk to you. To adults who were just a
child's imaginary friend, but to that child, you were real,
(02:16):
and that made Charlie feel like he was alive again.
Some of the kids had other ways of communicating with
spirits and Charlie. Charlie liked to mess with them. Charlie
had seen it ouiji boards, spirit catchers, automatic writers, ghost boxes,
spirit radios, and every other damn thing that was supposed
to help you talk to ghosts. It was as if
(02:39):
none of them had ever thought about just talking to ghosts.
Charlie liked to talk, and if they had just approached
him and talked, he would have talked back to them.
But they broke out the hardware, though. That was when
Charlie really had fun. He would move their planchet to
make it safe, awful things or scary things. He would
(03:00):
crumple up their spirit catchers and throw them in the
garbage can. He would whisper disturbing things into their spirit radio,
or make their spirit boxes send back strange and often
cryptic answers. It was all good fun for him. Charlie
didn't have anything better to do and liked having something
to pass the time. When the Winstons moved in, Charlie
(03:26):
found that he was the one who was afraid. The
Winstons were a nice enough family. Roger Winston was the father,
and he worked as a foreman at the steel mill
where Charlie's father had once worked. It probably wasn't the
same meal as it had been in the nineteen thirties,
(03:48):
but Charlie had only been there once on a class trip,
so he really didn't have any way to know. Patricia
Winston was a stay at home mother who shuffled around
the house and kept the place clean enough. She liked
to watch daytime talk shows, and Charlie found that he
liked Maury Povic and Jerry Springer enough to sit in
the living room while she cleaned and soak up the drama.
(04:09):
And to a ghost, emotions are better than a piece
of chocolate cake. And then there were the children, Terry
and Margaret Winston. They were twelve and sixteen, respectively, and
neither of them really believed in ghosts. Their friend told
them stories about the ghosts that lived in the haunted
house their parents had bought, but the two kids just
waved it off as superstitious nonsense. Margaret was too busy
(04:32):
worrying about boys to worry about ghosts, and Terry fancied
himself a man of science and believed there was likely
a scientific reason for whatever anomalies were happening in the house.
There would be no talking to these two, Charlie was
sure that, But then came the Halloween party that changed everything.
(04:54):
The Winston parents had gone out of town to help
with the funeral arrangements from missus Winston's on. They left
Margaret in charge, telling her that she was not to
have people over and she was not to do anything
reckless while they were away. Margaret's response to this was
to have a small get together with some of her
friends and let Terry invite a few of his little
(05:16):
friends over. Some of them brought alcohol and music and
scary movies and things to while away the evening, but
one of Margaret's friends brought over a Oiji board, and
Charlie saw his chance to have a little fun. They
invited Terry and his friend in to hold this session
(05:36):
with them, and Charlie had practically wrung his hands together
in glee. He started with the usual ghostly pranks, smelling
out strange things the planchat, pretending to be different people,
and generally making those involved feel nervous. All the people
assembled looked amused, but definitely on edge. All but one.
(05:59):
She had a knowing look about her, a look that
told Charlie that she had done this sort of thing before.
She looked at Charlie's antics without much fear and without
much apprehension, and when she had the rest of them
clasp hands, she appeared to know what she was doing.
There may be a capricious spirit here, but I'm not
(06:19):
trying to talk to someone who knows nothing outside the
walls of this home. I read the name in one
of my mother's books. Now I want to talk to
the entity she spoke to when she was a girl.
I call upon And when she spoke the name, it
sounded too big for her mouth. It was too many consonants,
(06:44):
not enough vowels, the words too much for anyone with
a tongue to speak. The name was unknown to Charlie,
and by the way it made him feel, he would
have just as soon had it remain unknown. Suddenly, a
presence filled the room that Charlie had never experienced before
(07:05):
and would have just as soon gone right on not
knowing about. It filled the room like smoke, its presence
spilling out like the long shadows right before evening. There
were a few other spirits in the house, but Charlie
had never seen anything like this was. It was shapeless
and seemed to exist only in the shadows. Its eyes, however,
were flared red coals, the two of them growing as
(07:30):
long as the shadow that now cast across the Weeuji board, spirit,
do you walk among us? They all had their hands
and the little planchette, waiting for whatever spirit this girl
had called in to speak, but it didn't seem very talkative.
The girl's face scrunched up in confusion, as if she
(07:52):
had been expecting to hear something, and as the silence
stretched on, Margaret leaned over and whispered something to her.
The other girl told her to hush, going back to messaging.
The spirit to talk to them, but it just bloomed
over them, looked at the group as if it were
sizing up who would be the tastiest to start with.
(08:15):
Charlie had always been a trickster, not a cast for
the friendly ghosts sort, but watching this thing stretch its
hands out, prepared to grab one of the unsuspecting children
made him feel terrible. He teased them, he scared them,
but he didn't want to hurt them. The thought of
this spirit.
Speaker 2 (08:31):
Hurting them made him feel sick, and he leaned forward
and moved the planchette.
Speaker 1 (08:35):
As the collected group watched gee e t oh, get out,
go away, Abby. Something's telling us to leave.
Speaker 2 (08:50):
Margaret said, that's not the spirit I called. That's the
spirit that was already here. Go away, trickster. We don't
want to speak to you. Speak to us wise, one,
tell us you're not. The shadow creature said nothing. Instead,
it slithered its long shadow fingers towards the unknowing children
and seemed to snare them with those cruel digits. They
(09:12):
shivered as the shadow entered them, all of them. But
the girl who had called it, she still bent over
the board, as if she couldn't believe that it hadn't worked.
Speak to us, speak to us, Come on, say something.
This always worked.
Speaker 1 (09:26):
When mom she stopped talking and she noticed the planchet
moving frantically under her hand. Charlie was telling her to leave,
telling her to run, telling her to get as far
away from this place as she possibly could. He had
liked to mess with the kids, but whatever was happening
here was too much. The kids had begun to jerk
like Marionett's under the hands of someone who doesn't quite
(09:49):
know what they're doing. Their movements looked sick and uncoordinated,
their bodies scrunched up like bugs trapped in a bug zapper.
The girl who had summoned this creature didn't notice, could she.
Speaker 2 (10:01):
She was still looking at the Ouiji board like it
had all the answers to all the questions that anyone
could ever ask.
Speaker 1 (10:06):
She went right on reading Charlie's message. Her mouth scrunched
up as she sounded out the words, and then she
shook her head and looked around the room as if
she intended to laugh and just couldn't bring one to
the surface. Run. Why would I run? I'm not in
any danger. I've never been in any danger. This entity
is an old friend. He wouldn't. That was when she
(10:28):
seemed to notice the kids around her had changed. Two
of them, girls that Charlie had never learned the names of,
were smiling a little too wine in a way that
made him think their jaws might be breaking. Margaret had
blood running down her cheeks as her fingers seemed to
be trying to tear out her own eyelashes. Her brother
(10:48):
and his friends are trying to rip off each other's ears,
blood running down the sides of their heads as they
yanked pitifully. The smiling girls had already begun to tear
their clothes off, and the whole began to stink with
the smell of fresh blood. Charlie remembered that smell. It
smelled blood just before. He never smelled anything ever again,
(11:09):
but he didn't think there had been this much blood,
even when his brain had suddenly let go. The children
fell on her, pushing the wood be mystic onto the
floor and on top of the Wuigi board. They ripped
at her their fingers, tearing her clothes and then her skin,
and then pulling at her bones. She started to scream,
but it only lasted until they found her vitals. As
(11:31):
they tore at her, it was as if something opened
in that hateful square of cardboard. All of them began
to fall, dropping into whatever void had been created by
the Ouigi board, and suddenly they were all gone.
Speaker 2 (11:49):
With its sacrifice taken, the spirit turned its eyes to Charlie,
and it spoke inside his head, and a voice that
would have sent most people running.
Speaker 1 (11:55):
For their lives. Get in my way again, and it
will be the last thing you ever do. Then it
simply rolled itself up into the closet like a deflayed
child's toy, and the room was empty. There was no blood,
no torn clothes, and the only evidence that anyone had
(12:19):
been here was a plate of cooling pizza and a
bowl of soggy popcorn. Luigi board was still there, the
planchette still in the death center where it had been left.
It was the only evidence the police found, and all
the children were considered missing. When the parents were turned
(12:40):
to find the house empty. All the doors had been
locked from the inside, all the windows had been secured,
and neighbors claimed they had seen other children coming over
that night but had not seen anyone leaving. The next day.
The parents of the other children so that Margaret told
them she had been allowed to have a few friends over,
but none of them. None of them seemed to have
(13:02):
any idea what had happened the children. Once the sun
had gone down. That was how Margaret's mother found herself
in her daughter's bedroom, sitting on the floor looking looking
at the Luigi board. Her husband was out, he had
(13:23):
decided the home didn't feel as welcoming as it once dead.
She was drunk on cooking sharing dozing against her daughter's nightstand.
When the plan ship began to move on the board,
she thought she was imagining things. When he began to
find the letters on that sinful piece of cardboard, she
sat up and took notice. He returned to the middle
and then started again spelling out the same message before
(13:45):
returning to the middle again and again. He took your children.
He took them somewhere, but no one can go. Even
(14:09):
though he was not strong enough to stand After that spirit,
Charlie wanted to give her something his own mother had
not been allowed to have. He wanted the woman to
have a little bit of closure, and if it gave
her comfort, then he supposed that would be worth something.
Speaker 2 (14:38):
Either.
Speaker 1 (14:38):
Kids.
Speaker 2 (14:38):
It's me mister creepy Pasta and we're currently entering fall,
which means Halloween is right around the corner. I just
want to say thank you guys for watching tonight's video,
listening to tonight's episode of the podcast, and to start
expecting more audios as we go closer and closer to
the spookiest day of the year once October starts. You
know what that means.
Speaker 1 (14:54):
I'll be having out a video every single day until
Halloween itself, and I expect to see you there. I
mean it.
Speaker 2 (14:59):
I expect to see you that for every video, for
every podcast episode, and I expect to see you like
comment and subscribe and all that jazz bell Uh uh
what do you.
Speaker 1 (15:07):
Do on podcast follow on Spotify? Yeah?
Speaker 2 (15:10):
That for the month of October and especially so you
don't miss the thirteen day countdown. Also, I want to
give a huge thank you to everybody on this list
of patreons. Some of these amazing folks are Diana Krauss,
Acid System, Blake Rattler, Brandon Mendoza, Redda Crow, Tawtuna Chicago
hit Man, Corey Kensher, Crusader, Jocobo, Dakota Best, Daniel Poulsen,
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Jerry how a Minute, Second Time, Inger, Girt Salstrom, Jay Urns,
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Team LAO seventy six, the demended Voice in your Head,
the Chavez Brothers, the Jugger Brus, Tommy Walters, Vice, Roy Scorn,
William Wellington, You're bro Keegan Zubub and Shadow Gardens. A
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