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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:06):
Hi, this is Christina and this is As Booky tell Us,
the podcast for all things as Booky Hunted places true
crime in Latin America. But today's not a normal episode
you might know by now, but Carmen and I were
invited to leave the La Latino International Film Festival and
that took up some time for us, and because of that,

(00:30):
we were not able to have an episode out, and
we realized that we need a couple of weeks to
catch up and actually get episodes on time. Not be rushing,
but we're not going to leave you hanging in these
two weeks because we were never or maybe we have,
but we would never now. So instead of one of

(00:50):
our episodes, I got one of our podcast besties to
send us an episode of that you can all hear,
because we should all be listening to Lady. Lady hosts
a bunch of podcasts, but the spooky one is It's
Haunted What Now. It's one of my favorites. First of all,
Leady has the best voice ever in podcasting, So you
need to be listening to all of our podcasts, of course,

(01:11):
but because you like a spooky things, then this is
the one. This is the one that you need to
listen to and It's Haunted What Now? It's their one
hundredth episode. That's where we're going to listen to. And
then next week we're going to have another bestie setting
us a different episode, and after that we'll be back
and it's just going to be back to normal, Me
and Carmen, sometimes the guests whatever. Back to normal. I

(01:31):
hope you don't hear the sirens passed about my house
right now. Anyway, enjoy this episode of It's Haunted What Now?
But maybe don't listen at night.

Speaker 2 (02:04):
Welcome back to It's Haunted What Now? I'm your host, Laney.
When the lights go out and the world is quiet,
that's when they make themselves known. Strange whispers at home
to footsteps echoing where no one should be at work.
These chilling stories of hauntings that follow you from home
to the workplace will make you question what's real and

(02:25):
maybe make you wish you had an AUDI to your
any Okay, ready to get spooked? Fall Mega zero one
gives us a couple stories about something sinister boldly making
itself known. Story one. As a Brazilian, I grew up

(02:58):
in a country where African rooted religion are common. These
religions often deal directly with the spiritual world, spirits, entities,
and everything in between. Because of my exposure to these
beliefs and practices, I've become somewhat accustomed to these kinds
of experiences. While they can be unsettling, I usually know
how to handle myself in such situations. However, on this

(03:18):
particular night, I encountered something that truly terrified me. It
was late at night and I was walking home from
the gym alone. I was in a bad place in
life emotionally and mentally, and I had my headphones on
listening to music. This song playing was slow chemical. I
remember this detail vividly because even now, that song brings
me back to that night. As I approached the cemetery

(03:41):
near my house, I started to feel like I was
being followed. At first, I brushed it off, thinking it
was just paranoia or the usual fear of being mugged.
But the closer I got to the cemetery, the more
certain I became that I wasn't alone. It was an
overwhelming feeling, as if something heavy was pressing down on me.
When I reached the street directly in front of the cemetery, gates.

(04:01):
My whole body went into survival mode. It was like
my instincts knew I was in danger. The sensation of
being followed turned into something far worse. It wasn't a
subtle following anymore. Whatever it was felt like it was
running toward me, getting closer. The pressure was suffocating. In
sheer panic, I started running. I wasn't far from home,

(04:22):
but in hindsight, running was a terrible idea. Whatever was
following me knew that I knew it was there, and
it began chasing me with even more intensity. I was
praying desperately as I ran, hoping to encounter another person
on the street, anything to break this overwhelming terror. When
I finally got home, I immediately lit candles and prayed
for whatever it was to leave me alone. That's when

(04:45):
I realized it was a female spirit, a disembodied soul
that had followed me. I have no idea what she
wanted from me, but the pressure she exerted on me
was unlike anything I've ever experienced. Story two. Because of
the religious influences I grew up with, experiences with spirits
became somewhat routine for me. One day, I was talking
with a friend about protective guides. Think of them as

(05:07):
guardian angels. My friend said he felt a strong connection
to his guide and shared some personal experiences. I cautioned
him to be careful. Sometimes malevolent spirits pretend to be
benevolent to drain your energy. The moment I said that,
I regretted it, immediately, the light bulb in my room exploded.
I got up to go into my room, but when
I reached the door, I froze. I couldn't step inside.

(05:30):
My body was paralyzed, gripped by fear. It was as
if my survival instincts were screaming at me to stay out.
I tried again, but I couldn't do it. I stood there,
panicked and unable to enter my own room. Eventually, I
lit candles and prayed, asking whatever presence was there to leave.
The atmosphere became icy cold, and my room felt even

(05:51):
colder than the rest of the house. I had chewels, fear,
and an overwhelming sense of dread. For a while after that,
I couldn't bring myself to enter my room. My final
thoughts my advice. Don't underestimate them, don't challenge or provoke them.
Always ask respectfully to be left in peace. I will

(06:14):
always advocate for leaving the spirits alone, and of course
asking to be left alone. I'm curious how you knew
the entity from your first story was a female. Was
it the energy you felt or something else. I'm also
wondering if it was the same one in your second story,
what could have been listening to you say what you
said to your friend. Heck, I'm even wondering if it
was your friend's so called guide reacting to you, because
maybe what you said was true and you just like

(06:36):
showed their cards. I have no idea, but hopefully everything
is okay now. The next story is told by Winter
Links nine zero one nine, who also has multiple experiences
and a house from the late nineteen hundreds. In the nineties,

(07:06):
my parents bought a beautiful colonial house with a white
picket fence in rural New England. They probably should have
known from the low price and time and had been
on the market that something was wrong, but unfortunately we
didn't realize that the house was haunted af until after
we moved in. Things started off pretty mundane. We'd occasionally
smell cigarette smoke really strongly at the kitchen table. Me

(07:26):
and my dad are asthmatic, and no one in our
family smokes. My mom got sick of it after a
while and asked the ghost to stop smoking, and it
never happened again. Also, the heat would randomly get turned
up to ninety on its own from time to time.
These were the old style thermostats that you actually had
to physically turn, and we sure as hell weren't turning
the heat up to ninety, although I got blamed for

(07:47):
it a few times. Then we started to hear heavy,
slow footsteps in the house, but only if one of
us was home alone. This actually terrified me, as I
was a young teenage girl and thought an intruder had
broken into the house. Times I ended up hiding under
my bed or in a closet for hours until someone
came home, only to realize that I had been home
alone the whole time. My brother started to hear the

(08:09):
footsteps in our unfinished attic and sometimes coming down the
hallway and stopping outside his door. The dogs also started
to react to something and would bark, growl, and snarl
at something that we couldn't see. Eventually, it got so
bad that one of the dogs would whimper and cower
as if someone was attacking it. My brother, a marine,
got sick of this and cussed out whatever demonic entity
was in the house, and it left the dog alone.

(08:30):
After that, we also started to feel very uneasy in
some parts of the house. It always felt like something
very angry was glaring at me and didn't want me
there whenever I was in the basement, dining room, or
central hallway. One day, my brother noticed that I was
avoiding these parts of the house and he asked me
if I also felt the angry spirit that was there.
We had sleepovers with friends in high school and college,

(08:51):
and some of my friends had upsetting and settling experiences
of the entity messing with them, scaring them while they
were sleeping in the basement. Once I saw a middle
aged man walk up the front steps, open the door,
and then vanish into thin air, literally five feet in
front of me. My brother and his math tutor were
home alone once and heard a woman screaming upstairs. The

(09:11):
lights would go crazy sometimes too, which I'd blame on
electric problems, except that you could ask the ghosts if
it was them, and the lights would flicker on demand.
I could go on and on, because this place was
so haunted that things happened pretty much on a daily occurrence.
Although there were a lot of negative entities in the house,
there were also positive ones that I interacted with. My

(09:32):
room was the most protected place, and the negative entities
mostly left me and my space alone. A few times
I saw angels and orbs of light, which was an
extremely positive experience that really affected me. My brother, on
the other hand, got the worst of it and was
constantly physically attacked and dealt with a lot of sleep
paralysis and other problems. My parents finally sold the house

(09:53):
after owning it for about twenty years. Since then, the
house has had multiple owners, but no one ever stays
in the house long, and they end up selling it
for a lot less than what they could get. Although
it was not always enjoyable living in such a haunted house,
it taught me a lot about how to deal with
spirits and different types of entities. My mother and brother
both have some psychic abilities, and I'm a psychic channeller

(10:14):
and medium. Growing up in this house kind of desensitized
me to dealing with scary things of a spiritual nature
and taught me a lot about psychic self defense. It's
been a very long time since I lived in the house,
but I still dream that I'm back there about once
a week. I believe that this house has some kind
of portal that allowed both positive and negative entities to cross. Anyways,
I don't want to make this too long, but just

(10:35):
wanted to share my experience. We also had a friendly
dog ghost in the house for a while, which I
can go into more detail about if anyone wants to hear.
So believe it or not, I can definitely agree with
your thought that this house may have been a portal
of some sort. Being that there were so many entities,
it seems like there were different types. I wouldn't chalk

(10:57):
that up to just any old regular hauntings. Always feel
free to tell us more, and if your brother wants
in on the action, we'd be glad to hear more
from him. And of course I want to hear about
the ghost dog, even though I personally would never want
to be haunted by an animal, because I don't want
to be haunted by anything period. Our final story is
told by imaginary breadth two two one, who learned to

(11:17):
fear the early morning shift. I have been working in
a supermarket since I was sixteen years old. This job

(11:38):
started as a way to support myself as a student.
Over the years, I've worked in multiple teams and completed
countless shifts. For the past four years, I've regularly worked
a specific early morning shift that runs from four to
fifteen am to eight am. The shift involves unloading truck
deliveries and organizing goods onto the carts correctly for inventory.
On October third, twenty twenty three, something unusual happened during

(11:59):
one of these ships. I live in the Netherlands, and
at that time of year, the climate is typically mild.
On this particular night, it was warm, about fifteen degrees
celsius or fifty nine degrees fahrenheit. However, as I approached
the store's entrance, I felt a sudden, icy chill, as
if it were freezing outside. It felt strange, but I
didn't think much of it. Shortly after, my colleague arrived

(12:22):
and mentioned that he also felt as though it was freezing.
I told him I had experienced the same thing. When
I reached into my pocket for the keys, they felt
unusually heavy, almost as if something was pulling them from
my hand. I dropped them, picked them up and unlock
the door. As we walked toward the back of the building,
we heard footsteps behind us, as if someone were running
through the supermarket. I turned to my colleague and asked,

(12:45):
is it just me or did you hear that too?
He nodded, confirming that he had also heard the sound.
At this point, I began to feel uneasy and slightly frightened,
but I told myself we were probably imagining things. We
headed upstairs to retrieve a handheld terminal and an internal phone,
which is used for internal calls, customer inquiries, or to
stay reachable for truck drivers. By this time, I had

(13:07):
been working at the store for over six years and
was familiar with its systems. I decided to check the
security cameras for any movement or signs that someone might
have stayed in the store overnight. The footage revealed nothing unusual,
which reassured me for the time being. As we waited
for the truck to arrive, we were asked to stalk
some leftover goods from the previous day. We went to
the stock room to grab a rollcage. Upon entering this

(13:28):
part of the store, I noticed the air felt unusually heavy,
and once again we heard footsteps. I started to feel
genuinely uncomfortable, but being at work, I had no valid
excuse to leave, so I ignored the feeling. We moved
to the aisle near the self checkout registers to begin stalking.
At around four forty am, we heard the distinctive bleep
sound the self checkout registers make when scanning a barcode.

(13:50):
The sound repeated three times, with five second intervals between
each beep. My nerves shot up and I felt goosebumps
all over. Beer began to creep in and I felt
my heart. I wanted to leave, but my colleague and
I knew that our bosses wouldn't understand such a decision,
and I didn't want to risk my job. We decided
to keep working and finish the shift. Around five am,

(14:10):
we prepared for the truck's arrival by going back to
the stock room and opening the dock gate. As we waited,
the internal phone rang. I answered it and was met
with the sound of deep breathing on the other end.
I glanced at the phone screen and saw that the
call was coming from phone number four oh five. This
startled me because I was carrying four oh one that night.
The store's phones are numbered four oh one through four

(14:32):
oh eight and four oh five shouldn't have been operational.
It had fallen into a scene two weeks earlier and
had yet to be replaced or repaired. I quickly put
the phone on speaker and asked my colleague do you
hear this too? The fear in his eyes answered my question,
and I hung up immediately. Finally, at five oh five am,
the truck arrived, bringing some relief and a distraction from
the strange events. The truck driver parked and approached us,

(14:54):
saying it's quite cold in ear which reignited my unease.
As we unloaded the truck, my colleague and I discussed
the eerie experiences we had just encountered. He mentioned that
his grandmother used to tell him stories about the paranormal
and unexplained phenomena, though he had never believed them because
of his lack of faith. While we continued working, we
both felt as if someone was watching us. The truck driver,
who didn't speak English fluently, couldn't understand our knees and

(15:17):
left soon after. Later, while splitting the goods, we played
music on our phones to distract ourselves. At exactly six
thirty am, two bottles of beer stored about five meters
away suddenly exploded. They had been placed in a grate
on a roll container that neither of us had touched.
After the shift, we discussed what had happened and realized
we both felt pain and old injuries, his knee and
neck and my lower back and wrist. We concluded that

(15:39):
something unexplainable had been with us that morning. My colleague,
who was still in his trial period, decided to quit
that same day. For a year, nothing else happened. I
took a seven month sabatical from February to August twenty
twenty four. However, on October secon in twenty twenty four,
my boss called and asked if I could cover the
next morning shift because someone had called in sick. I refused,
without explaining. To this day, I firmly believe in what

(16:02):
I saw, heard, and felt that night. I still work
at the supermarket because it pays well and I've made
good friends there. Some people don't believe my story, and
I understand that they may never experience anything like this,
but I know my truth. As a twenty three year
old biology student who has always been skeptical of the paranormal,
this experience profoundly changed my perspective. The memory of that

(16:22):
night resurfaced recently when I heard my name whispered while
working alone in the stock room. Gross. Okay, so I
do not like to use this phrase very often, but
I really did have full body chills reading the story
from beginning to end. I honestly couldn't wait to finish
reading it. I was like, it keeps going, it keeps going,
and I'm freaking out a little bit. As you guys know,

(16:43):
I record these at night in my little vocal booth,
and I have a glass store that's reflective and showing me.
So every time I see something, I try not to
be paranoid in my periphery going like, that's just you,
and then my brain goes, but what if it's not you?
I digress. Okay, sorry about that little rant, but there
is something so unsett about being in a public place
with no one there and suddenly you start hearing things.
And you really had me losing my mind with the

(17:05):
internal phone call from a broken phone. Do you guys
remember that story from the prison when they had a
prison guard getting a call from a broken prison phone
from like the nineteen eighties. Things like that cannot be explained.
I don't care what you say. I don't understand it anyhow.
And the fact that it like whispered your name. No,
thank you. I know that pay is quite good and
you are insanely brave to even continue working there, even

(17:26):
if it's not in the early morning shift anymore. Well
that does it for this episode. Now, this is our
one hundredth episode, So kudos to all of us for
keeping it going. Thank you so much for your support,
your likes, your shares, all of it, your reviews, your
snarky little comments on Spotify. I love you guys so much.
You're so funny. But truly I do appreciate it because
they are hilarious to me and it helps me with
figuring out where the show's going, et cetera. So thank

(17:48):
you so much for your participation because it shows that
you're engaged and I actually I love it. Now, this
is the final story for this episode, unless you're an
Apple subscriber, in which case stay tuned after the credits. Well,
you'll get to hear two additional stories as a special treat.
Well that does it for this episode. If you'd like
to submit your own personal spooky tale to be read
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(18:10):
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(18:32):
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next time?

Speaker 1 (18:42):
Did you hear that.

Speaker 2 (18:46):
This army starts off our bonus stories by telling us
a heartwarming tale? Back in March twenty twenty one, my

(19:07):
eighteen year old daughter was overwhelmed by an experience she
had on a shuttle. She'd fallen asleep during her four
hour journey, and when she awoke, two other passengers had
gotten on. One of them a man, sat in front
of her, and the other, a young beautiful woman with
braided hair, sat beside her. Smiling. The woman spoke to her,
asking young lady, Do you know who I am? My
daughter looked at her closely and said no. The woman

(19:29):
smiled and said, I'm your nana that raised you when
you were little. My daughter looked more closely at her
and realized it was a very young version of her
great grandmother. She had seen photos of her when she
was younger, but the woman looked even younger than the photographs,
and she had a glow to her. She started to cry,
and the woman said, be strong, wear a smile, and
carry on. The shuttle stopped minutes later, and the man

(19:50):
seated in front got off and walked in one direction,
and the young woman got up to leave as well.
She told my daughter, I have to go, now, take
care of yourself. She got off the shuttle and disappeared.
The words where a smile and carry on are from
my grandmother's favorite song, to the Lights of London Shine Again,
and it's something that she always said to us, or
she'd seen a few lines from it when saying goodbye

(20:10):
to us. Don't you cry when I'm gone, Wear a
smile and carry on till the lights of London shine again.
So was this her younger reborn spirit that my daughter encountered.
I'm still unsure of what to make of it. My
grandmother passed in twenty thirteen. I could believe that was
her spirit and not a reborn one. She probably came

(20:32):
back in a form she preferred to see her great
granddaughter and give her words of wisdom and a time
of need. You never know when we need a few
kind words like that to keep our spirits up. So
thank you for sharing this beautiful story. The second bonus
story is from Weary Passage seventy five eighty two, whose
new job is definitely haunted. So I started this job

(21:05):
a month ago. I'm an overnight security officer in one
of the multiple buildings on a large campus, assigned an NBA,
so I really can't be more specific to potentially identify
my client. Anyway, I started my job training on first shift,
and I'll admit I was skeptical when I started hearing
the stories. Things moving doors opening and closing, actual full
bodied apparitions in the middle of the day, a little
girl that throws things in one of the older buildings,

(21:27):
stuff of that nature. I'm usually pretty sensitive to the paranormal,
having experienced it often growing up. I've experienced many unexplainable things,
but the buildings I trained in didn't feel threatening, so
I dismissed it. I've been working my regular shift for
two weeks now. On my first day on third shift,
I was checking a bathroom when a shadow man leaned
out and glared at me as the door shut. I

(21:47):
felt paralyzed. I didn't feel safe, but I brushed it
off again, told myself it would be fine. I needed
this job. It's the only place in my area that
pays a livable age. I put up with every whisper,
every bang, every uneasy feeling of danger as I walked
through the building, and I told myself it's an adjustment period,
renewed to each other. It will calm down with time.
Yesterday I learned that my building was specifically built on

(22:09):
top of a historical graveyard, specifically a graveyard for slaves
and their descendants. When the property was brought by my client,
the bodies were exhumed and moved across the street, but
their original resting place is under my feet every night
when I go to work. Tonight, I was checking the
emergency exits, which are enclosed in a stairwell. I checked
the door was secure and there were no hazards. Then
I tried to re enter the building from the stairwell,

(22:30):
and the door was held tight. I would open it
just enough to see no one on the other side,
and it would slam shut again. A few minutes after
I finally got out of the stairwell, I entered a
loading area and was immediately confronted by a massive shadow
figure hat man at least seven foot tall and watching me.
I took a deep breath and kept going. Funnily enough,

(22:50):
tonight was probably the least threatened I've felt since starting
working nights. Oh come on, you guys, I do not
like that one bet. There are too many things going
on with the story that are huge red flags of
absolutely effing not and I seriously commend you for remaining
at this job, belivable wage or not. I could not

(23:13):
do it. I would start selling my feed seriously, like
not my I mean, you know, footpecks. I would be
doing that because I just want everybody to stay safe
and of course let us know of anything you want
and are able to tell us about other happenings going on.