Darkcast Network Halloween Sleepover Stories

In this special episode put out by the Darkcast Network, California True Crime, along with our good friends share a series of spooky, paranormal, cryptid and true crime stories to celebrate Halloween! Be sure to catch our story about our favorite spooky cryptid the Fresno Nightcrawler, better known by us, as the Fresno Pants. And listen to other stories from some great podcasts. Happy Halloween!

Episode Transcript

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I'm Edward October, creator, hostof October Pod on the Darkcast Network.
I'm here to usher you through thecreaking door into the dark Cast Network Halloween
Sleepover. We've prepared tubs of hotbuttered popcorn, and there's plenty of trigger

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treat candy, no razor blades,I promise, and lots of spirited beverages
on hand. Enough for one sleepover anyway. But with the tales we'll
be telling, there will be nosleeping. While not all of the dark
Cast shows could be with us hereat this slumberless party, those of us

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who are have brought with us somekilling tales of hauntings, urban legends,
true crimes, personal stories of fearand gore. So snuggle into your sleeping
bags and grab someone or something tocuddle, because you dare not listen to
these tales alone. Hey there,I'm CJ from Beyond the Rainbow Podcast.

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I'm also the founder and proud memberof Dirtcast Network. My show was about
crimes committed by and against members ofthe LGBTQ community. If you're a member
of the LGBTQ or an ally,then you are mop peeps. And remember
it's not a crime to be gayunless you're a murderer. Three years ago,

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I decided I needed to make atrue crime podcast. But I wanted
it to stand out, and Iwanted it to be based on something I
knew. I've been a lesbian allmy life, and I knew that.
I also noticed that there weren't manytrue crime podcasts based on the LGBTQ community.
Oh. Sure, there were podcaststhat every once in a while they

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do an LGBTQ case, but thereweren't really podcasts that were dedicated just to
LGBTQ crime. So I jumped headfirst into the LGBTQ true crime thying and
just recently I covered a serial killercase. It was a man who murdered
gay men. As I recorded theepisode, other than my normal issues of

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being tongue tied, repeating myself,or hearing my odd mouth noises, it
was nothing unusual about my recording.When I was done, I went and
I walked my dog Nilla. Again. That's all very ordinary stuff for me.
When I got back home, Iput on my headphones, I sat
on my couch, and I gotready to edit my episode, you know,

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removing the weird mouth noises, theultra heavy breath sand untimely belches because
I drink bubbly stuff to make mymouth not so dry when I record,
The bubbles lead to burping, youknow, the fun stuff. So there
I was. I had edited throughThe Killer's first four victims. Everything was

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going as planned with the episode,that is, until I got to the
fifth victim. I heard an indistinguishablestatic and almost sounded kind of like windchimes
were playing in the back. Ihighlighted a clip of it and I got
a noise profile, and then Irepeated the step to remove the sound,

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but I'll be damned, the soundwould not delete. I had no choice
but to leave it in. AsI continued, I heard faintly a man's
voice sounded as though he was sayinghe did it, He killed me.
I threw my headphones off. Thatwas not my voice. Shaking, I
got up and I walked around thehouse. I checked the locks on my

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doors, and I made sure allmy windows were shut and locked. Even
though it was daylight out, Iwas still shaking. Maybe it was jitters
from too much coffee. I'm notsure, but I decided to take a
break from the editing, and Iwent into the kitchen to do some dishes.
When I was done, I wentback into the living room, picked
up my headphones, sat back downin front of my laptop on the couch,

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and I put my headphones back on. I listened cautiously. There was
no sound at all. Okay,good, because I didn't want any other
sound. Bravely, I rewound myaudio some and I started to listen again
to my episode. I got tothe static part and I strained to hear
the voice again, and there itwas. The voice sounded like a young

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man. He did it. Hekilled me. I fought through my fears
and I listened to what was next. It was more static, and then
the young man screamed ah. Iwas terrified, so again I removed my
headphones to compose myself and to tryto figure out what the fuck was happening.

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I live alone, aside from mypets. My nearest family or friends
are hundreds of miles away from me. I have no one around who could
be pranking me. Oh God,if only it were just a prank,
I'd be so relieved. Again,I rewound the audio and I listened.
Yep, I was hearing what Iwas hearing. I saved a copy and

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I tried again to remove the youngman's voice, but it just wasn't going
away. Ah. I decided tojust scrap the whole episode and to start
researching and writing a new one.I opened my word document program in the
screen on my laptop froze. Iused the task manager and closed everything.
When I opened up the program againto write it, froze. There was

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something in my life that was definitelya miss since I recorded that faithful episode.
I decided to hell with this,and I put my podcast stuff aside
for a while. I decided togo upstairs and color the gray out of
my hair. I probably had eighteennew grays as a result of what was
happening with my recording. As Iwas putting the dye in my hair,

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I heard the man's voice again.Sounded like it came from behind me.
He didn't he killed me. SoonI was looking in my mirror talking to
myself, Yes, I know hedid. I was reporting on it.
I assumed the voice I was hearingwas from victim number five of the story
I was covering. There was noanswer to my response. Then I thought

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I must be losing it. Andnothing else happened that afternoon. Later that
evening, I was watching some television, and I decided to stay away from
the spooky stuff. I had entirelyenough of that for one day, and
I watched some old seasons a bigBrother. Then I turned in for the
night, doing my ritual of firstmy teeth and then my face and moisturizer.

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I then snuggled into bed with Nila, my dog. My mind wasn't
really thinking about anything except how nicebed was and how good it felt to
get horizontal. About twenty minutes oflaying in the dark, just on the
brink of sleep, I heard whatsounded like footsteps on my roof, and
I knew it wasn't Sanna. Ihadn't been that good of a girl this

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year. Nilah lifted her head andlooked up. We heard a few more
steps and then nothing. I shruggedit off. Although had I been thinking
about the day's earlier happenings, Iprobably would have got my gun in flashlight
and went and inspected what was goingon. But I was warm and comfortable,

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and soon I drifted off to sleep. I was awoken around thirty am
by what sounded like a handclap inmy ear, followed by a man's scream.
What the hell? I figured Iwas imagining it, and I fell
back to sleep without further incident.In the morning, I walked downstairs to

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find that my kitchen light was on. I know for a fact that when
I went to sleep the night before, I had turned it off. Unless
I sleepwalk and I don't know it. I have no clue why the kitchen
light was on. I made somecoffee and I sat back down at my
laptop. I opened my word programagain and it worked just fine. I

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started to write a new script,and that's what I thought, just for
ships and giggles. I wanted toopen back up the audio file that I
had been working on the day before, so I did. I rewound to
where I discussed the fourth victim ofthe serial killer, and I listened intently
to myself. When I got tothe fifth victim, it was just my

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voice describing events. There was nostatic, no man's voice, no man
screaming. What possibly could have happenedthe day before? I decided to investigate
the home that I had only livedin about nine months now. At a
further curiosity, I did a backgroundsearch of the house. I had even

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called my realator for some research assistance. I truly didn't know much about the
house. I do know if someonehad died in it, it must be
disclosed, but that's only if theprior owner had died in it. I
knew for a fact that the lastowner before I purchased the house was military
and she was deployed elsewhere, andthat's why she sold the house. If

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anyone had died in the home,it had to be at least several owners
ago. Right about an hour later, my realator had called me back.
It seems about twenty two twenty threeyears ago. A man who had once
lived in this house had lived inthe house with a seventeen year old son.
He was a single father, Andthis part really makes the hairs on

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my neck stand up. His sonhad just come out as gay to his
dad. The dad was a hugehomophobe. One night, he had woken
his son up around two or threeAM, and he had taken his seventeen
year old boy to the roof inthe middle of the night. The dad
was upset his son was gay.He bound his son's hands with zip ties

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and he forced his son up aladder. The father climbed up the ladder
behind him and he was carrying arope. The father had devised the noose
out of the rope, securing oneend of the rope to the roof.
He put his son's head through thenoose end, and then he pushed his
son from the roof, killing theboy. The date that this murder occurred
was the same date that I hadrecorded that episode that was giving me troubles,

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The same date I heard the youngman's voice and his screams. The
boy's body was found by his friends. The boy was hanging from the house
when they came to look for himbecause he had missed several days of school.
The father had left a note insidethe house. He explained what had
happened that night he pushed his sonoff the roof. He spoke of his
embarrassment having a gay son, anda week later, the father's car was

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pulled from the Rogue River with hisremains inside. I still live in this
house. Ghosts don't scare me,really, mostly because I don't believe they
intend to do me harm. However, I am curious to see what happens.
The next anniversary dated the young man'smurder by his father. Happy Halloween,
friends, Hi, this is Cody, half of Over the Fence true

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crime podcast, and I have astory for you. This is story I
heard when I was very young,and it has haunted me ever since.
I found that there are different versionsof it everywhere, but this is the
story that I was told. Therewas a young girl and she was staying
home alone at night, and theonly comfort that she had was her German

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shepherd dog that always stayed by herside. This German Shepherd dog to bring
her comfort whenever she was scared,she would simply just put her hand near
her bed or underneath her bed whereher dog would lay, and her dog
would lick her hand to bring hersome sort of reassurance. And one night,
her parents were gone and she wasslipping through the television channels, she

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heard that a crazed killer had escapedfrom a local insane asylum. Alerts had
gone off in the neighborhood. Theyhad alerted everybody to lock all doors and
windows. She did that, evenso, she was nervous, and she
again put her hand down and hadher trusty dog to lick her hand and
make her rest assured that everything wasgoing to be okay. To calm herself,

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she watches TV until she's ready togo to sleep, and as she's
ready to go to sleep again,she reaches down and lets the dog lick
her hand. She turns off theTV, and as she lays her head
on her pillow, she hears asound coming from her bathroom. It's drip,
drip, drip. She hadn't heardthat sound before, because maybe because
she was watching TV, but shedecides to ignore it. She's like,

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I didn't turn the water on.I'm just going to ignore it. Maybe
it's just my imagination or you know, you're already laying in bed. You
don't want to get up anyways.She's like, I'm just gonna lay I'm
just gonna go to sleep. It'sfine. So she put her hand under
her bed. The dog licks herhand. She's like, I'm fine.
The dog's not spooked. I shouldn'tbe spooked. She lays down, and
just as she feels like she's goingto sleep, she hears the drip,
drip, drip, and she's like, Okay, I know I didn't leave

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the water running. I know Ididn't leave the water running. She still
hasn't worked up the courage to gocheck out what could possibly be dripping inside
of the bathroom. So again sheflips kind of over on her side,
reaches under her bed, and sureenough, the dog licks her hand again.
She's like, again, dog's notfreaked out. I shouldn't be freaked
out. And beside, it's justa leaky faucet and my parents will be
home soon. I'm fine. Again, she lays down her head and she

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hears the continuous dripping, drip,drip drip. She was like, I
gotta figure out what this sound is. She jumps out of her bed.
She runs to the bathroom as fastas she can, and she notices there's
no water on the faucet. Soshe notices that the dripping is coming from
her shower. So she pulls backthe shower curtain as fast as she can,

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and there is her dog hanging fromthe shower, his blood dripping drip,
drip drip. She looks back tothe mirror that is above the bathroom
sink, and on it in bloodis written Maniac's lick hands too, and
the door shuts behind her. Hey, spooky friends, it's Aurora for murder

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murder news. I hope you've gotsome marshmallows and a nice fire, because
I've got a ghost story for you. A man arrived at his hotel lay
on a chilly evening. He wentto the front desk to check in.
The woman at the desk gave himhis key and offered to walk him to
his room, since it had beena slow night. The hotel was old
but well maintained. It was abit of a maze and some of the

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rooms could be difficult to find.Along the walk, they passed a room
and heard a loud thud. Thedoor had no number. It appeared to
be a regular room for guests andnot some mutility closet. The woman told
him not to worry about the sound, but stay clear of the unmarked door.
The man was a little jetlagged fromhis trip, and his curiosity got

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the better of him. What wasbehind the unmarked door. He wandered down
the hall and found himself in frontof the room. He tried the handle,
Sure enough, it was locked.He bent down and looked through the
wide keyhole. Cold air passed throughit. He could feel the chill against
his skin. What he saw wasa hotel room like his. In the

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corner was a woman whose skin wascompletely white. She was leaning her head
against the wall facing away from thedoor. He stared in confusion for a
while. He almost knocked on thedoor, worried the woman was not okay.
He crept on the hall and walkedback to his room. The next
day, he returned to the doorand looked through the keyhole. This time

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he just saw red. He couldn'tmake anything out beside a distinct red color.
Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knewhe was fine the night before and
had blocked the keyhole. He decidedto consult the woman at the front desk.
She sighed and said, did youlook through the keyhole? The man
told her he had, and shesaid, well, I may as well

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tell you the story. A longtime ago a man murdered his wife in
that room, and her ghost hauntsit. But these weren't ordinary people.
They were so pale they appeared whiteall over except for their eyes, which
were red. I hope you enjoyedthe story, and I think the moral
here is don't be a creep andpeek in people's hotel rooms. Don't forget

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to join at murder Mortor News eachFriday for historical crime cases. Told her
a victim first lens, my nameis Brenda and I'm the creator and host
of Horrifying History, where you willhear about the unexplained, paranormal and supernatural
happenings that have stained the page asa history. And today I will be
telling you all the story of farmerPeter Stump and how he admitted that he

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was a murdering werewolf. On Halloweenin the year of fifteen ninety, a
large crowd gathered in the German townof Bedburg to watch a man be executed.
The condemned was Peter Stump, whowas a fifty year old farmer who
confessed to authorities that he made apact with Satan. He told the devil
that he didn't want to be richor famous. What he dreamed of was

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gaining the ability to turn into awerewolf. When the devil granted his request,
Peter killed sixteen people, Many ofthese were his own children, and
allegedly, after killing his eldest son, Peter eight his son's brains. He
further claimed that he had sexual relationswith his own daughter and a succubus.

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It is said that Peter's execution wasone of the most brutal on record.
Due to his crimes. He wasstrapped to the torture device called the wheel
and was skinned alive. As hisbones broke, he was decapitated and his
body was burned at the stake.His head was then impaled on a post
in the center of the village toensure that no one else would ever consider

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making a deal with the devil likePeter did. There are very little documents
that survived concerning Peter, and thosethat exist are copies of the originals.
These documents tell us that Peter wasborn near a town called Bedburg and the
Electorate of Cologne in Germany. Hisexact birth date is unknown due to local
church records were destroyed in the ThirtyYears War. It is believed, though,

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that he was given the last nameof Stump after his left hand was
cut off in an accident, butthat is not the only tale concerning this.
In other stories, when Peter wasin wolf form, he had a
four paw cut off. According tothese stories, that is what proved Peter
was actually a were wolf. Now, Peter was a farmer and according to

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officials at the time, Peter committedat least sixteen murders, multiple sexual assaults,
and incest over a period of twentyfive years. While he was in
a form of a wolf, Hewas further accused of sorcery and living with
a she devil. After Peter wascharged, he was interrogated. Now back
in those days, that meant hewas tortured. He was stretched on the

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rack and was severely tortured until heconfessed. In this confession, Peter said
that he was practicing black magic sincethe age of twelve. He claimed that
due to his devotion, the devilgave him a magical belt that enabled him
to change into the likeness of awolf that was and I quote, strong
and mighty, with eyes bright andlarge, which in the night sparkled like

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fire, a mouth great and widewith most sharp and cruel teeth, a
huge body, and mighty pause.Now, after he'd take the belt off,
Peter would return to his human form. Over twenty five years, Peter
claimed he ate the flesh of goats, lambs, sheep, men, women,
and children. During his time onthe rack. He confessed to eating

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and killing fourteen children, two pregnantwomen and their children in the womb,
and his own children. On topof confessing that he was a serial killer
and a cannibal, He further confessedthat he had sexual relations with a succubus
who the devil sent to him asa reward. He lastly confessed that he
was in a sexual relationship with hisdaughter. Now this resulted in her being

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executed alongside her father. The twoof them were executed on Halloween, and
to this day, Peter's execution isconsidered to be one of the most brutal
in history. He was tied toa wheel where his flesh was torn from
his body in ten different places.He was then burned before his limbs were
broken using the blunt side of anaxe to prevent him from rising from his

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grave. He was then beheaded andhis body was fully burned. His daughter
was flayed, strangled, and burnedalongside her father. To ensure that no
one would ever consider doing anything likethis in the future, local authorities then
erected a poll with the torture wheel. They place a figure of a wolf
on it, and on top theyplaced Peter's decapitated head. So the question

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that you likely all have is wasPeter actually a murderer? Well, we'll
never know for sure, since manyof the details provided in historical documentation are
inconsistent with historical record. During theyears of Peter's alleged killings, murder and
violence were commonplace due to internal warswithin the electorate of Cologne. There's also

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the fact that Peter had converted tobe a Protestant and that the time of
his death the area was ruled byCatholics. It isn't inconceivable that the trial
of an alleged werewolf was actually athinly disguised political trial. In addition to
this, as a person of disability, Peter would have been considered a burden
on society at best, even ifhe was earning his own living as a

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farmer. During these times, thosewith disabilities were outcasts, since disability was
considered to be a punishment for aperson sins. Consider for a moment that
this was Peter's situation due to himlosing a hand as a farmer. Life
was already challenging even without a disability. Now, imagine if you were accused
of being a werewolf in league withthe devil whose alleged pastime was murdering men,

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women and children. So why didpeople come to the conclusion that Peter
must be guilty. Well, whenthe townspeople started to discover people in their
community were dead. Local rumors startedthat it must have been a werewolf that
killed them. Remember, my spookyfriends. This was back in a day
where there were no forensic testing,and anything bad that happened was blamed on

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the devil and his minions. Whenthose in town decided to go hunt for
the werewolf that they thought caused thedeaths, they tracked what they thought were
its footprints. When they thought theywere closing in on the creature, there
was no wolf. They found Peterwalking in the forest instead. So instead
of thinking that it's highly likely thatPeter just happened to be walking in the

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woods at that moment, they presumedthat he must have transformed into his human
form and while he was a werewolf. After hours of torture, he finally
confessed. But what if he wasactually a serial killer, a rapist,
and a cannibal? What if hetold the truth about what he did?
Where the truth lies in Peter's taleis lost to history, But due to

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this, he'll be forever known asthe murderous devil worshiping werewolf. If you
want to hear more tales of horrifyinghistory, you can find us wherever you
listen to your favorite podcasts. Hello, I'm Jackie Morante, host and creator
of Cause of Death one hundred secondsto Midnight. If you've never listened to
Cause of Death one hundred seconds toMidnight, I talk about how disease and

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global crises affects societies, and Italk about these things from an historical and
global perspective. I talk about howhistory seems to repeat and how we can
stop it. I do a lotof research on the past, the present,
and the future. The story ofthe Dancing plague of fifteen eighteen is
just a small sampling of the storiesthat you'll hear on Cause of Death one
hundred seconds to Midnight. If youhaven't listened to my podcast, you should.

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An unusual event took place in thesummer of fifteen eighteen in Strasbourg,
France. It was the middle ofJuly and it had been an extremely hot
summer. It all began with onewoman. The woman came out of her
house and she began to dance.She danced for days without stopping, and
before the week was out, morepeople in the town joined her, then

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more still. The city councilors werenot amused by this craziness. They called
in doctors to assess the problem,and the doctors attributed it to overheated blood
on the brain. The councilors decidedthat more dancing was just the ticket to
shake off the sickness, so theycleared an open air grain market, commandeered

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guildhalls, and erected a stage nextto the horse fair. They escorted the
dancers to these locations and let themdance. They hired pipers and drummers so
that the dancers could have music,and they hired strong men to hold people
upright so they wouldn't collapse. Thesun was hot and it beat down on

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the grounds of the horse fair inthe market, but the dancers kept dancing.
They danced through the days and nightswithout rest or food, or water.
It's rumored that about four hundred peopledanced themselves to death that summer.
And when people started dying, thecounselors decided that maybe they were wrong.
More dancing was not going to cureanything, so they swung in the opposite

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direction. They now claimed that theentire town was possessed by demons. They
and dancing in public, and themusic stopped. The remaining dancers were escorted
to a shrine dedicated to Saint Vitus, the patron saint of dancers. The
dancer's bloody feet were put in redshoes and they were led around and around

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a wooden figure of the saint.The dance stopped slowly after a few weeks,
and then it stopped altogether. Theplague had lifted. Let's talk about
the cause of the dancing plague infifteen eighteen. Keep in mind that there
have been other instances of uncontrollable dancing, Almost all of them have occurred near

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the river Rhine. Some historians surmisethat Ergot caused the people of Strasbourg to
dance uncontrollably. Ergot is a moldthat grows on damp rye. It produces
a chemical related to LSD. Thischemical causes hallucinations and twitching of the limbs.
These hallucinations can be terrifying, andthe twitching is fairly island. Ergot

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poisoning could be what caused the townto dance itself to death. It was
probably growing in the rye that theyused to make bread. But the people
danced uncontrollably for weeks on end withoutstopping. No food, no water,
nothing to sustain them. Much likelsd Ergot would wear off in about twenty
four hours. It wouldn't remain inpeople's systems for much longer than that,

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So maybe it wasn't ergot poisoning.Other historians claimed that this was mass hysteria.
Some event caused all the townspeople tojust go crazy. I guess it
could happen. Maybe four hundred peoplejust went insane and danced themselves to death.
I guess it's possible. The storiesfrom the people who live along the

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Rhine are a little different. SaintVitus was known to throw curses on people.
The people living in the area saythat Saint Vitus punished the people of
Strasbourg for some unknown sin and madethem dance until they dropped. Could it
be I'll leave that to you todecide. I want to thank everyone at

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the dark Host network for allowing meto tell my Halloween campfire story. Come
join me at Cause of Death onehundred seconds to midnight. This is Edward
October of October Pod speaking to youout of character while nursing an old fashioned
This isn't my story to tell.It happened to an old friend, John

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Iiger. He's a part time writerfor October pod and a full time pain
in the ass. John doesn't believein God, the devil of the whole
routine, but he does believe inghosts because he's encountered one. He said
it's one of the awfulest things he'sever experienced. We weren't friends at the
time this happened. We knew eachother, and I knew everyone else in

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the story, some of them quitewell. What I'm about to tell you
really happened. This one Halloween,back when we were thirteen fourteen years old.
John got invited to his party withgirls had an age when girls were
becoming more and more interesting. Therewas this one girl named Heidi, on
whom John had been crushing all year. I'm not sure Heidi knew John existed,

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but everybody else knew about his crush. Hell I even knew about it,
and we hadn't even started hanging outyet. John said she'd dressed up
like Cleopatra and was luminous. Hehad dressed up as Jason Vorhees, a
good costume for parties like this becausehe could always slip off the hockey mask
if any kissing needed to be done. The guys who dressed up in zombie

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or werewolf makeup. We're not SoLucky. The party was being thrown by
this kid, a great or twoabove us, who lived with her dad
in this old farmhouse. Her dadwas a deer hunter, so there was
taxidermy hanging from the walls and justabout every wood paneled room. I'd been
there once or twice myself and canconfirm it. It was creepy. Anyway.

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Her dad worked the third and wouldbe gone all night, and as
you might have guessed, kids startedplaying Truth or Dare and spend the bottle.
At some point, John went inthe kitchen for a slice of pizza,
and a couple of the other girlsin there came up to him and
said that Heidi wanted to play sevenMinutes in Heaven with him. Now,

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if you've never played it, sevenMinutes in Heaven is a game where you
and someone of the opposite sex areput in a dark closet for seven minutes,
with the assumption that you'd be makingout with one another, no questions
asked for the whole time you're inthere. John suspected he might be falling
for a prank, but his lovefor Heide was just too strong. They

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led him to a walk in closetoverstuffed with winter coats, told him that
Heide was waiting for him in there, and shoved him in. There was
no way to lock the closet fromthe outside, so someone sat against the
door and blocked it with their weight. John said it was pitch black in

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there and smelled like dust and mothballs. He whispered Heidie's name, and then
he felt her arms around him andher hair falling on the back of his
neck. I'm here, she whisperedin his ear, and he said his
whole body broke out in goose flesh. John felt her hands all over him,
squeezing him good and tight, sometimespainfully. She kept breathing, you

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know, like panting in his ear. It was weird, but at the
same time, John said he lovedit. Now, I'm going to pause
it here to say that I thinka lot more happened in that closet than
John lets on, but this isall he's comfortable discussing. Well. Anyway,
After the seven minutes was up,someone flung the closet door open wide,

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flooding it with light. John sawthat everybody at the party was huddled
around the door laughing at him withthese big, stupid grins on their faces.
And to his shock, he sawthat one of the kids outside the
door was Heidi. But if Heidihad been out there the whole time,
then who the hell was in thecloset with John. They just laughed harder
and told John that no one wasin there with him. It was a

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gag, and that was the wholepoint of it. John turned on the
closet light and searched around, nothingbut coats and shoes. He said his
face must have turned pale because someonefinally asked him what had happened. He
told them they could tell by hisexpression that he wasn't putting them on.
No one was laughing now, accordingto John and a few other people who

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were there that I've spoken to,Heidi started sobbing uncontrollably. She cried so
hard that she made herself puke andspent the rest of the night in the
bathroom. At October Pod, wetell true, trueish and classic tales of
horror and the paranormal with a retrovintage esthetic. Find all of our links

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at October Pod vhs dot com.October Pod Retro Horror for bold Individualists,
Hi This is Molly from Over theFence true crime podcast, and I'm here
to tell you a spooky story,one that always made me feel a little

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frightened to babysit when I was ayoung girl. So here's how the story
goes. There was a teenage girlone night who was watching television while babysitting.
She had put the young kids tobed and she was just enjoying herself.
You know, plenty of snacks inthe house, plenty of TV to
watch. And as she's sitting there, the phone rings. So she answers
the phone and someone on the otherline just cackles. She's kind of like,

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who's this. Her friends knew shewas babysitting in that night, so
she thought, maybe it's my friendsplaying a joke of me. So she
hangs up, goes back to watchingyour TV. Phone rings again. She
picks it up, and spooky voicesays, go check on the children,
and she doesn't really understand what they'retalking about. She kind of ignores it
and again hangs up. She's like, I don't know, this is someone
playing a prank on me. Thisis not funny. Again, the phone

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rings, go check on the children, it whispers, so Now she's kind
of getting a little scared. Shepicks up the phone, hangs up,
picks up the phone, calls herfriends, are you guys playing a joke
on me? Her friends don't knowwhat she's talking about. It's not us,
We're not doing anything. She hangsup the phone and tries to distract
herself, changes the channel, putssomething funny on TV. Phone rings again.

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You need to go check on thechildren. She again hangs up.
Now she's scared. She's really scared. She decides to call the police because
she doesn't know what else to do. At this point, she calls the
police and tells them, Hey,someone calling my house or playing a joke
on me. They're playing pranks.I really don't like it. And the
police to say, okay, youknow what, we can trace the phone
call. We'll see what's going on. Give us a few minutes. We'll
give you a callback. She hangsup the phone. Phone rings again.

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I told you you need to gocheck on the children. She's really freaked
out at this point, she hangsup the phone. She doesn't know what
to so she's pacing downstairs and sheknows the kids are sleeping okay upstairs,
She's not afraid that anything is wrong. No one's been in the house.
So after that last phone call fromthe stranger, the police give her a
call back and she answers the phoneand they tell her you need to leave

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the house immediately, so she dropsthe phone. She exits the house and
luckily the police are they're super quicklyto meet her, and they tell her
as she gets outside that the callswere coming from inside the house she was
babysitting in. The police enter thehouse, they walk upstairs and they find
both the children dead. Hello,I'm Charles, one of the co hosts

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of California True Crime. We hopeyou enjoy our story on the Fresno Nightcrawler.
Have a Halloween. The amazing dramayou're about to hear is a matter
of human record. You may believeit or not, but the people who
lived this story they believed it.They know they took that one step beyond

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imagine, if you will. Aman alone in his home, nestled in
a quiet for As Now, Californiasuburb. Each night, he closes his
curtains, checks the windows, rechecksthe locks on every door, brings his
brindle mastiff in from the cold hewould check the slightly used security cameras that
he had installed to watch his yard, and each night the cameras were record

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nothing. Nothing would appear on thetape. This November evening in two thousand
and seven, he crawled into bed, his faithful dog next to him.
The time ticked by in the earlymorning hours. The dog raised her head,
her neck muscles tightened, her eyesfocused on the window that led to

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the front yard. At first,she wouldn't move, staring at the curtain
as though she could see through it. Listening all at once, she jumped
from the bed, standing between himand the curtain, her low growl growling
more more terrifying, until breaking outinto a deep bark, protecting him from
some unseen visitor that had descended onthe small house in central California. He

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sat paralyzed in bed, waiting,struggling to hear what his dog had heard.
Nothing. He finally musters the courage. He crosses his home to his
office, where the TV sat sharinglive video from the front yard. The
small silver TV, warm from runningthrough each night, showed nothing between the

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lines of static, just his emptyfront yard and black and white. He
shut down the recording, pressed threewine button and waited. Then he watched,
and rewatched the Knight's footage, Treesswaying in the wind, a car
raced by. Everything else was still, but he knew there was something there,

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something he just couldn't see. Duringthe next day, he was restless,
tired. Everyone and he talked tothought he was imagining things. After
all, he couldn't even describe whatwas torturing him the night before. He
spent the day preparing to night thingswould change. To night. He had
to prove to everyone that something wasvisiting him. He had to prove to

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himself. He moved the cameras delicatelyin the yard, checked his television,
and ready to make shift bed inhis office chair so that he could watch
every second as it unfolded, hisfaithful dog laying at his feet. The
hours went slowly. He forced hiseyes to say open, even though he
felt more and more groggy. Thestatic on the black and white TV was

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at first hard to watch, butafter several hours began to lull him,
calling him to rest. His headdrifted towards his chest and his breath deepened.
Maybe a few seconds of rest wouldbe okay. Then all at once,
his dog was on her feet,parking relentlessly. He rushed to the
window, but there his yard satempty, the light from the lamp post

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turning his green grass a sickly yellow. His stomach fell. How could there
be nothing there? He moved backto his temporary resting place in front of
the television, but this time,when he looked at the screen, his
eyes widened and his breath lost.Between the thick static lines moving up and
down in the recording, there wassomething, something, in the middle of

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his yard. He stared at thescreen, not even daring to blink,
his mind struggling to understand what hewas seeing. It was unlike anything he'd
ever seen. It was alive,moving, but unlike any creature. Was
that the word, yes, creaturehe had ever encountered. He looked quickly

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to make sure he was recording.He was on the screen. The creature
was white and only a few feettall. The top of the creature was
roundish. It had two skinny legsand no discernible arms. It stood in
the yard still, and then itwould move. It moved oddly, almost
if list somehow buoyed by its head, defying all gravity. His mind whirled.

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He'd been right. Something had beenin his yard, something no one
had ever seen before. But howhow did it get into the yard?
He could see on the screen thatthe gate surrounding his home was shut,
locked with a padlock. It wasan iron gate with a sharp top.
It couldn't have crawled over. Thenthe creature appeared to walk, its unusually

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long legs, slowly lumbering ever closerto his front door, each step silent.
His legs didn't even appear to touchthe ground as it moved awkwardly stopped
standing on the concrete walkway just afew feet away from where he sat inside
his house. He never took hiseyes off the screen. One he waited,

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He waited, Three, he waited. It stood there for nineteen seconds.
Without warning, the creature zoomed walking. Within seconds, it was outside
the area of the cameras. Heran to the window and opened the curtains.
What was outside had caused him tofreeze in place. There was nothing,
absolutely nothing. The creature had leftand there was no sign it had

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ever been there. His mastiff hadlaid down and drifted off to sleep,
but he couldn't shut his mind off. Adrenaline rushed through his body. He
watched and rewatched the footage, desperatelytrying to discern what the creature could be.
It didn't look like an animal,more like a pair of pants.
This embody walking through his yard.But what did it want? Why his

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yard? Would it be back?There was more questions than answers. Each
time he watched the video, hegrew sicker. This creature had been in
his yard many times. He knewit, He knew it would be back.
He felt tethered to this unknown creaturein a way he couldn't describe.
The Next day, he showed hisvideo to family and friends, then to

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the news stations. The creature inhis yard was given the name the Fresno
night Crawler. Some people believed him, others thought of a hoax. He
learned that no one else had seenwhat he'd seen, and no one could
answer his questions. He only knewhe had to see it again. Now
his nights weren't spent trying to sleep. Each night he huddled into his office

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watching the small TV connected to hissecurity cameras. It would come back,
it had to, and he wouldcapture it again, and he would finally
know what it wanted. You maynot believe but the people who experienced it
do and now they take that onestep beyond and wait for another chance to

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experience the unknown. Ala and bienvendos. My name is Jasmine Castillo and
I am the podcaster of Hands Off. My podcast I bring awareness to missing
and murdered Indigenous persons l g Bt Q two spirits, Black Indigenous people
of color, as well as AsianAmerican, Native, Hawaiian and Pacific Islander

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communities. They have as stories oftheir loved ones murdered, missing, exploited,
human trafficked. Yet this evening,I am going to do things differently,
knowing that this is the month ofOctober and all things spooky, in
all things that go bump in thenight. And even though Hollow's Eve is
once every year, you could seemy household, we celebrated three hundred and

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sixty four additional days. And throughoutmy life, I've always been called many
things, not just my own name. I've been called crazy, psychotic,
or even just straight up insane.There is a little bit of truth to
that, because I know that Icome from a long line of mentally disturbed
individuals, But no one has everpointed out that whatever I had these outlandish

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tales that I would be considered clairvoyantor prophetic. I've had many dreams since
I was a child. One ofthe ones I completely stuck with me to
this day. Like tree sap seepingbetween woven lace. It felt like this
was another lifetime, or just aninkling of what was to come. I

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had a grandmother whom I'd called GrahamGraham. She lived off twenty ninth an
Hour Street, a not so pleasantsight of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. You can
call it economically challenging for a browngirl. I recall them many days on
week ends where I would skip downthe street to the nearest corner store on

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the quest to pick up my favoritegoodies. I enjoyed playing with my two
cousins when they finally moved in withGraham Gram. They both lived on the
top floor of this old, dilapidatedhouse. I've had so many dreams about
this house. This house holds ontopain, anguish, and suffering. This

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house was my own house of horroras a child. There was always something
eerie about the second floor of thishouse, not including the steps just to
get to the top landing. Mytwo cousins were so close. We protected
each other. We were infatuated withGloria Estefan and pretended to be our own
singing group or our sisterhood called theWild Girls with a Z, becoming someone

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else when we hid in the basement, away from all the fears and the
abuse and the pain that brought ustogether. As the years went by,
we grew distant and went our separateways, living our lives and becoming mothers
of our own. And this iswhen my delusional dreams began. I always
had my dreams go back to thathouse, my childhood house of horror,

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even though I was safe in myown bed, many many miles away.
I would close my eyes and actuallysee myself leading the front of this house,
walking down the stairs to the front, turning around to bear my view
of the top floor windows. Itfelt so strange because I've never left the

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house at dark. As a childof the seventies, we were always told
once the street lights went on andyou'd best be home. But this night
I ventured out into the cold,misty sidewalk, staring at the house.
Weren't about why am I on thestreets so late? I could have walked
to the corner store blindfolded on mymany times that I ventured together my rewards

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at the end of the block,But this time I walked past that store,
not even looking to the left ofme to take a glimpse to see
if anyone was there. At thislate of hour, the streets were missed.
That draped over me like a funeralvale, and your bones hurt with
chilliness in the air. I toldmyself why did I put on something much

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warmer? But I always came backto the same question, why am I
even out here? I don't knowhow and why I was attracted to the
end of the street, but Ikept walking and walking. It was as
if something was drawn me to keepme walking towards the darkness. I can

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hear a faint noise coming from theend of the block. It sounded like
animals screaming, but I couldn't seethrough the mist. I kept squinting my
eyes to get a better look towhat the noise was coming from, but
all I saw was darkness. Myfeet carried me to the end of that
block, and I would have keptgoing if it hadn't been me slamming into

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a cold, metallic object that blockedmy way. I grasped my childlike hands
around these bars, touching the sleekblack metal. As I looked up to
discover that these long black bars reachedacross my face like thin black roots pressed

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against my cheek. The noise wascoming from the other side of this gate.
It was as if there was atwirling of sand, like an hour
glass that was broken on its sideas a wicked wind whips past and takes
its hostage. As I peered throughthe slits of this black gate, I
saw what would be almost like seenin an apocalypse at the end of times.

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This was so much suffering. Icouldn't move my head to take my
eyes off such horror and sadness.Children, animals were emaciated, walking lifeless
souls with sunken eyes sighing their lastbreath of life. There was a radiating

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heat coming from within this gated area. This is something you will never forget,
and to this day I have alwayswondered if I was looking through the
gates of Hell or looking within mymind my own hell. Hello, this
is Kna host of And then theywere gone. The story I have for

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you is The Boarded Window by AmbroseBeers. The Boarded Window was first published
in the San Francisco Examiner on Apriltwelfth, eighteen ninety one. According to
the website of Passion for Horror,Ambrose Beers was a journalist, satirist,
and prolific writer of short stories.And interestingly, he disappeared in Mexico in
nineteen thirteen, and although there hasbeen much speculation about what happened to him,

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nobody has ever learned the truth.In eighteen thirty, only a few
miles away from what is now thegreat city of Cincinnati lay an immense and
almost unbroken forest. The whole regionwas sparsely settled by people of the frontier,
restless souls who no sooner had hewnfairly habitable homes out of the wilderness
and attained to that degree of prosperitywhich day to day we should all call

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indigence. Then, impelled by somemysterious impulse of their nature, they abandoned
all and pushed farther westward to encounternew perils and privations in the effort to
regain the meager comforts which they hadvoluntarily renounced. Many of them had already
forsaken that region for the remoter settlements, But among those remaining was one who

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had been of the first arriving.He lived alone in a house of logs,
surrounded on all sides by the greatforest, of whose gloom and silence
he seemed to part, for noone had ever known him to smile nor
speak a needless word. His simplewants were supplied by the sale or barter
of skins of wild animals in theriver town. For not a thing did

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he grow upon the land, which, if needful, he might have claimed
by right of undisturbed possession. Therewere evidences of improvement. A few acres
of ground immediately about the house hadonce been cleared of its trees, the
decayed stumps of which were half concealedby the new growth that had been suffered
to repair the ravage wrought by theaxe. Apparently the man zeal for agriculture

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had burned, with the falling flameexpiring penitential ashes. The little log house,
with its chimney of sticks, itsroof of warping clapbirds, waited with
traversing poles, and its chinking ofclay, had a single door, and
directly opposite a window. The latter, however, was boarded up. Nobody

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could remember a time when it wasnot and none knew why it was so
closed, certainly not because of theoccupant's dislike of light and air. For
on those rare occasions when a hunterhad passed that lonely spot, the recluse
had commonly been seen sunning himself onhis doorstep. If Heaven had provided sunshine
for his need. I fancy thereare a few persons living today whoever knew

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the secret of that window. ButI am one. As you shall see,
the man's name was said to beMurlock. He was apparently seventy years
old, actually about fifty something.Besides years had had a hand in his
aging. His hair and long fullbeard were white, his gray, lusterless
eyes sunk in his face singularly seento with wrinkles which appeared to belong to

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two intersecting systems in figure. Hewas tall and spare, with a stoop
of the shoulders, a burden bearer. I never saw him. These particulars
I learned from my grandfather, fromwhom I also got the man's story when
I was allowed. He had knownhim when living nearby in that early day.
One day Murlock was found in hiscabin dead. It was not a

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time and place for coroners and newspapers. And I suppose it was agreed that
he had died from natural causes,or I should have been told and should
remember. I know only that,with what was probably a sense of the
fitness of things, the body wasburied near the cabin, alongside the grave
of his wife, who had precededhim by so many years that local tradition

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had retained hardly a hint of herexistence. That closes the final chapter of
this true story, excepting, indeed, the circumstance that many years afterward,
in company with an equally intrepid spirit, I Penage treated to the place and
venture near enough to the ruined cabinto throw a stone against it, and

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ran away to avoid the ghost,which every well informed boy thereabout knew haunted
the spot. But there is anearlier chapter that supplied by my grandfather.
When Merlock built his cabin and beganlaying sturdily about with his act to hew
out of farm the rifle meanwhile hismeans of support. He was young,
strong, and full of hope inthat eastern country. Whence he came.

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He had married, as was thefashion, a young woman in all ways
worthy of his honest devotion, whoshared the dangers and privations of his lot
with a willing spirit and a lightheart. There's no known record of her
name, of her charms of mindand person. Traditionist silent, and the
doubter is at liberty to entertain hisdoubt. But God forbid that I should

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share it. Of their affection andhappiness, there's abundant assurance in every added
day of the man's widowed wife.For what but the magnetism of a blessed
memory could have chained that venturesome spiritto a lot like that. One day
Murlock returned from gunning in a distantpart of the forest to find his wife
prostrate with fever and delirious. Therewas no physician within miles, no neighbor,

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nor was she in a condition tobe left to summon help. So
he set about the task of nursingher back to health. But at the
very end of the third day,she fell into unconsciousness and passed away,
apparently with never a gleam of returning. Reason. From what we know of
a nature like this, we mayventure to sketch in some of the details

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of the outline picture drawn by mygrandfather when convinced that she was dead,
Murlock had sense enough to remember thatthe dead must be prepared for burial in
performance of the sacred duty. Hewondered, now and again did certain things
incorrectly, and to others which hedid correctly were done over and over.
His occasional failures to accomplish some simpleand ordinary act filled him with astonishment,

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like that of a drunken man whowanders at the suspension of familiar natural laws.
He was surprised, too, thathe did not weep, surprised and
a little ashamed. Surely it isunkind not to weep for the dead.
Tomorrow, he said aloud, Ishall have to make the coffin and dig
the grave, and then I shallmiss her when she is no longer in

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sight. But now she is dead, of course, But it is all
right. It must be all right. Somehow things cannot be so bad as
they seem. He stood over thebody in the fading light, adjusting the
hair and putting the finishing touches tothe simple toilet, doing all mechanically with
soulless care, and still through hisconsciousness ran an under sense of conviction that

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all was right, that he shouldhave her again as before, and everything
explained. He had no experience ingrief. His capacity had not been enlarged
by use. His heart could notcontain at all, nor his imagination rightly
conceive it. He did not know. He was so hard struck that knowledge
would come later and never go.Grief is an artist of powers, as

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various as the instruments upon which heplays his dirges for the dead, evoking
from some the sharpest, shrillest notes, from others the low grave chords that
throb recurrent like the slow beating ofa distant drum. Some natures, it
startles some, it stupefies. Toone. It comes like the stroke of

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an arrow, stinging all the sensibilitiesto a keener life, To another,
as the blow of a bludgeon,which, in crushing benumbs we may conceive
Murlock to have been that way affected. For and here we are upon surer
ground than that of conjecture. Nosooner had he finished his pious work,
then, sinking into a chair bythe side of the table which the body

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lay, and noting how white theprofile showed a deepening gloom, he laid
his arms upon the table's edge anddropped his face into them, tearless,
yet and untenably weary. At thatmoment came in through the open window,
a long wailing sound, like thecry of a lost child in the far

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deeps of the darkening wood. Butthe man did not move again, and
nearer than before sounded that unearthly cryupon his failing sense, perhaps a wild
beast, perhaps it was a dream, For Merla was asleep. Some hours
later, as it afterward appeared,this unfaithful watcher awoke, and, lifting
his head from his arms, intenselylistened. He knew not why. There

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in the black darkness by the sideof the dead, recalling all without a
shock, he strained his eyes tosee. He knew not what. His
senses were all alert, His breathwas suspended, his blood has stilled its
tides, as if to assist thesilence. Who what had wakened him?
And where was it? Suddenly thetable shook beneath his arms, and at

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the same moment he heard, orfancied that he heard a light, soft
step. Another sounds as of barefeet upon the floor. He was terrified,
beyond the power to cry out ormove perforce. He waited, waited
there in the darkness, her seemingcenturies of dread as one may know,

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yet lived to tell. He triedvainly to speak the dead woman's name,
vainly to stretch forth his hand acrossthe table to learn if she were there.
His throat was powerless, his armsand hands were like lead. Then
occurred something most frightful. Some heavybody seemed hurled against the table with an
impetus that pushed it against his breastso sharply as nearly to overthrow him.

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And at the same instant he heardand felt the fall of something upon the
floor, with so violent a thumpthat the whole house was shaken by the
impact. A scuffling ensued, anda confusion of sounds impossible to describe.
Merlock had risen to his feet,fear had, by excess forfeited control of
his faculties. He flung his handsupon the table. Nothing was there.

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There was a point at which taramay turned to madness, and madness incites
to action with no definite intent,from no motive, but the wayward impulse
of a madman. Merloch sprang tothe wall with a little groping, seized
his loaded rifle, and without aim, discharged it. By the flash which
lit up the room with a vividillumination. He saw an enormous panther dragging

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the dead woman toward the window,its teeth fixed in her throat. Then
there were darkness, blacker than before, in silence, and when he returned
to consciousness, the sun was highand the wood vocal with songs of birds.
The body lay near the window wherethe beast had left it when frightened
away by the flash and report orderthe rifle. The clothing was deranged,

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the long hair and disorder. Thelimbs lay. Anyhow, from the throat,
dreadfully lacerated, had issued a poolof blood not yet entirely coagulated.
The ribbon with which he had boundthe wrists was broken. The hands were
tightly clenched. Between the teeth wasthe fragment of the animal's ear. Hi.

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There, I'm to our guy,Jen of Nopeville. Normally, I'm
joined by my best friend, toour guide Christine, as we lead our
wonderful tours to the dark and sinisterstreets of our beloved city. We provide
tours featuring Cryptid's true crime, hauntings, and all the things that make you
say nope. We guarantee you'll finda tour to suit your tastes over here
in Nopeville, So come visit ussometime. It was supposed to be a

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joke, a still a thing Itold a gullible friend, just to see
how he would respond to it.But recently I've begun to wonder if the
joke's on me. If that's true, then I was wrong about the significance
of one twenty seven Am. Ohso very wrong. A good friend of
mine was going through a tough timeand struggling with an identity crisis we all
seemed to suffer through in our earlytwenties. He was reaching the end of

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his college career and fed up withthe path he had shepherded into choosing for
himself. We would talk for hoursabout how much of the best years of
our lives that college sucks up,only to leave you feeling afraid that you've
made all the wrong choices and nowyou're stuck. One particularly rough night,
in an effort to make him lookforward to something, I told him that
when one twenty seven AM rolled around, he needed to enjoy himself. He

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questioned the significance of that particular time, and I told him not to worry
about it and just do it.He reluctantly agreed, and when the time
rolled around and passed, I askedhim if he did as I instructed.
He simply stated that he forgot soI playfully admonished him for letting such a
magical hour pass and by without notice. This idea was literally just a random

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time selection that wasn't too far inthe future while we were talking, and
had no actual significance. At leastthat's what I thought. Even as I
write this, one, twenty sevenams creeping closer yet again, and I
feel my stomach nodding up in fear. You see, I've discovered in the
days since I made up the specialtime that there really is significance to it.

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But it's not a magical time asI told my friend. No,
it holds a much more sinister meaningfor me. Now nearly ten minutes away
now, and the room already growscolder. Pet Owners, have you ever
seen your cat or dog just starevery intently at something in the room,
but when you look where they're looking, you see absolutely nothing. Yeah,

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me too, But I've always wonderedif it's really nothing that they're staring at.
I can tell you now that theyreally are looking at something. The
night after I made up the mysticalhour for my friend, I noticed my
cat suddenly look up at the ceilingin the corner of my room. I
of course looked up there too,and saw nothing. So I looked back
at my cat, and to mysurprise, she wasn't looking at me like

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she normally does when this happens.She was still looking there in the corner,
but slowly she tracked her gaze acrossthe ceiling and out the window,
as if following the progress of somethingmoving through the room. I never saw
anything where she was looking, butthis creeped me out, so I grabbed
with my phone to text someone aboutit, and happened to notice that it
was one twenty seven am exactly.Since I still believed it was a meaningless

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time, I simply smiled a bitat the silly joke and proceeded to text
a fellow cat owner about what Ihad just witnessed. He wrote back that
my house must be haunted, butwhether he really believed that or not is
still unknown to me. Staring seeminglyat nothing is not a new occurrence with
my cat, but this was thefirst time that I could not get her
attention, and that she tracked something'smovements in the room rather than just looking

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back at me after a moment.This particular occurrence rattled me deeply and gave
me a very bad feeling. Thishappened only a week ago, and since
then, my cat has had herattention caught by something in my room that
isn't me. Every single night.I check the time on my phone every
single time I notice her doing this, and the time is always the same,
one twenty seven am. The spotshe's looking at changes every night,

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but the process is always the same. She notices something, stares in that
one spot for some time, thenshe tracks movement across the room to either
the window or the door. Whilethis is happening, it's always as if
I don't even exist anymore, becausethere's no breaking that eye contact for her.
My cat never makes a move onwhatever she sees. In fact,
she always appears to just freeze completely. It's almost as if whatever she sees

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as something she does not want tonotice her, like some kind of predator
less than five minutes away. Now. I mentioned before that the room was
growing colder, Still it continues todo so. In the last few days.
I've noticed this temperature change and initiallythought nothing of it because the weather
is still nice enough to leave windowsopen and getting cooler in the evenings.

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However, I've realized that the changeis gradual all the way up until one
twenty seven, and then once mycat has watched this thing leave my room,
the temperature steadily goes back to normal. I'm afraid of whatever it is
that my cat sees in my room, because she seems to show a measure
of fear when she spots it,and I've heard that spirits can make a
room temperature plummet with their presence.I'm not saying that I necessarily believe that

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whatever my cat is seeing is trulya spirit, but it is something that
is manipulating the temperature of my roomthat I can't see with my own eyes.
I've learned from various movies and showsthat the presence of a demon or
a truly evil spirit will actually causean increase in temperature. I've also been
led to believe that most spirits areunable to harm the living. This knowledge,

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of course, has to be takenwith a grain of salt because of
their sources. But these ideas don'tquite match up with the experiences I've been
having. If what my cat seestruly is a spirit, which the cooling
temperature lends one to believe, thenit should not be able to harm me
or my cat. If this istrue, then why would my cat perceive
this to be a threat? Andwhy is my body responding as though I'm

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anticipating the arrival of something malevolent?Less than a minute now and I'm beginning
to shiver under my blanket. Thefear and dread are all very real now,
and I have no idea why I'mso much more fearful tonight than I
have been on previous nights. Mydread has been growing steadily as the days
pass, but tonight it's almost unbearable. My breath comes out in a cloud.

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It's never been this cold before tonight. Oh God, only five seconds
remain four three two one. Thetime is now one twenty seven am.
Then my cat raises her head andlooks directly at me. No, my
breath catches She's looking just past me, behind me. This is Nidia from

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the Crime Diner for your bedtime story. I thought i'd tell you about the
scariest things to happen while you're sleeping, That would be not waking up.
In nineteen seventy five, the VietnamWar ended and Laos became a communist country.
The new leadership there viewed the mungAs traders for their work with the
United States. Many survivors from thewar fled their homes after the war to

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become refugees in the US. Thefamilies that fled communist Laos had to resettle
in an unknown country with all theuncertainties and ghosts of their past wartime trauma.
Mong refugees in the US suffered fromhigh rates of poverty, and soon
a mysterious ailment seemed to befall themen. Many of the afflicted were teenagers

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and young men under the age offifty. In the early seventies through early
eighties, these young male refugees wereseemingly dying during their sleep. They died
while sleeping one by one, thousandsof miles from home. One hundred and
sixteen of the one hundred and seventeenwere healthy men. Forty seven year old
young Lang Tao died in his sleepwith his wife beside him. He died

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with tears in his eyes. Whateverhe was experiencing was terrifying the man to
death. He was the fourth MongMan to die while sleeping in nine months.
He was the thirteenth nocturnal Mong deathrecorded since nineteen seventy eight. Victims
experienced the strange feeling of feeling awakewhile they have a realistic perception of their

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environment, they can't move. Worse, they feel an overwhelming fear and dread,
accompanied by chess pressure and difficulty breathing. Something was killing Themong men in
their sleep, and no one couldfigure out what it was. Investigators could
find no medical explanation for the deaths, but many community members theorized that the
deaths were from exposure to chemical nerveagents that refugee soldiers would have been exposed

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to. That theory was not supportedby doctors. The nerve gas was ruled
out because the men were only dyingduring the night. Some of the Mong
believed they were being punished by thespirits of their ancestors for leaving their homeland.
The men that died were all ingood health and had no apparent heart
condition. It was reported by witnessesthat the men seemed to have been experiencing

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some sort of nightmare or sleep paralysis. To family members, it appeared their
loved ones were dying from a terrifyingnightmare. Medical investigators later classified the fatal
ailment as sudden unexplained nocturnal death syndromeor sons. The wave of Son's death
among the monk is still unexplained.Hello everybody, this is your friend's death

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from Sinister Story Hour. And ifyou're like me, spooky season is your
favorite time of year. As afan of all things creepy, I thought
today I would talk to you aboutone of the creepiest Serban legends that I've
heard. I love urban legends,and I hope you do too. The
divic box first entered pop culture intwo thousand and three, and although I'd

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heard of it before, I didn'tactually realize that it was a real.
Some people believe that the divotbox isthe most haunted item in the world,
and if you're like me, you'rethinking, what exactly is a divick box.
It's actually just a small box orcabinet that's meant to hold wine,
but it isn't like any other box. It's actually said to be haunted by

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a divock, which stems from Jewishfolklore. A divick is a spirit that
can haunt and possess the living,and is considered mostly to be malicious.
It's believed also that it's the dislocatedsoul of a dead person. The concept
of the divick box has been aroundsince as early as the sixteenth or seventeenth

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century. What I learned by researchingthis story is that exorcisms are not dispracticed
by the Catholic religion. And Iguess I kind of just took it for
granted that that was mostly who practicesthem. But actually, a rabbi named
Isaac Glauria was considered the father ofJewish mysticism, and he did a lot
of spiritual work. He believed ingo steamons and lost souls, and he

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did perform exorcisms. Our story today, though, starts in two thousand and
three with a man named Kevin Manuswho purchases the box from a local attorney
in Portland, Oregon during a yardsale he goes to. This yard sale
was actually an estate sale, andKevin Mannus was a creative writer. So

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you definitely want to keep that inthe back of your mind as we continue
through this story, because I'm gonnabring it up later. Kevin was at
the estate sale looking for things tosell in his furniture restoration store. The
estate sale was for a woman namedHavela who had been a Holocaust survivor and
she had recently passed away. SoKevin goes and pays for his things,

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and afterwards, Havella's granddaughter tells himthat she noticed that he had purchased the
DiPT box, and Kevin doesn't actuallyknow what items she's referring to. So
a little bit about Havella's background.She had actually escaped Poland when it was
occupied by Nazis, but she wasbasedically the only one. She lost her
parents, brother, sister, husband, two sons, and a daughter,

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which is horrifying. That's so muchloss. She fled from Poland and lived
in Spain until the end of thewar. She came to the US with
three items. The wine cabinet happenedto be one of them. Havella lived
to be one hundred and three andshe wished that the box would be buried
with her, but according to therules of Orthodox Judaism, they're not allowed

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to be buried with items, andher granddaughter, although a skeptic, knew
enough about the box to know thatshe didn't have a good feeling about it.
The granddaughter passes on to Kevin thather grandmother had adamantly demanded that nobody
ever opened the box, no matterwhat the reason. Kevin offered at that
point to let her keep the box, and she said there was no way

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that she wanted that thing, thathe had purchased it, now he had
to take it. She began tocry and actually asked him to leave,
and he just assumed that maybe itwas the motion from the loss of her
grandma. So Kevin Mannis takes thebox back to his shop and he leaves
it with a salesperson there while hegoes to run some errands, and it

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takes less than an hour for theproblems to start. The salesperson calls in
a panic, saying there's someone inthe shop breaking glass. All of the
exits and security gates get locked,and Kevin tells her to call the police,
but his phone battery died all ofa sudden for no reason, and
he rushes back to the shop.He finds the salesperson just on the floor

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in the corner, sobbing uncontrollably,and he heads to the basement and as
he reaches the area, he smellshis overpowering scent of cat urin and the
lights won't turn on. He looksaround and all of the light bulbs in
the basement have been shattered. Thesalesperson quit that day, never speaking of

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the experience ever again. So despiteall of that, Kevin decides that he's
going to restore the box to giveto his mother as a birthday gift.
Just before he gives it away,he decides to open the box, which
she's already been told not to do. Inside there was a mechanism and once
you open one of the doors,the other door and a small drawer underneath

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would all open as well. Hefinds two pennies inside that were wheat pennies
from nineteen twenty five and nineteen twentyeight. There were also two locks of
hair, both bound with rope,one brown and one blonde. That alone
would have done me in if we'rebeing honest, Finding rope binding locks of
hair seems a little bit creepy.There's also a dried rosebud, a four

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legged candlestick, a golden wine cup, and a granite sculpture that was carved
with the words shalo. He didn'trealize it at the time. Those are
all items that are said to fightdemons in Jewish folklore. On October twenty
eighth, two thousand and one,Kevin gifted the box to his mother.
He gave it to his mother atthe shop, and then he had to

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go take a call. He describedit as being less than five minutes until
an employee came running into his officeyelling that there was something wrong with his
mom. He rushed to his motherand finds her sitting in a chair,
completely expressionless with tears running down hercheeks. Later, she described a cool
breeze coming from the box as shehad opened it. She ended up suffering

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a stroke, and although she didrecover later, she temporarily lost her ability
to speak. The day after thestroke, Kevin asked her how she was
feeling. She got tears in hereyes and she spilled out the letters on
a piece of paper. No gift, n O gift. He thinks maybe
she just can't remember it, sohe tells her, yes, I did

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give you a birthday gift, andshe gets even more upset and writes the
letters h at gift, hate gift. He laughed it off, and he
tells her he's sorry for her,not the box, but if she just
gets better, he would buy heranything that she wanted. The box actually
ended up staying in that family fortwo years, and in the time that

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it was in the family, therewere many other family members that have different
activities that they recorded related to thebox. At one point, Kevin and
his siblings compare stories about the thingsthat they've experienced, and they all realized
that they've had the exact same dreamof an old woman appearing as a shadow
that has sunken eyes. They finallytook the box back to the shop,

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where the brother of one of theemployees accidentally knocked the box off of a
shell. Shortly after that, hecommitted suicide. A couple of years later,
the employee as well himself committed suicide. Kevin then tried to give the
box to his girlfriend. I lovehow this guy keeps trying to give it
to his loved ones, Like here, I love you so much. Just

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take this haunted box that's making mylife a living hell. That only lasted
for two days when the girlfriend askedKevin to please try to sell the box.
He ended up selling it that dayto a middle aged couple, and
a few days later he finds thebox by the entrance of his shop with
a note that reads, quote,this has a bad darkness end quote.

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He took the box back to hisown house again, and at that point
he begins to see shadow figures.Finally, in two thousand and three,
he put the box for sale oneBay. The eBay listing described the box
as having belonged to a Holocaust survivorand some details of what he is personally
experienced. The listing is extremely long, but there is an excerpt of it

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that I thought was pretty terrifying.Now this is a direct quote from the
eBay listing, quote, I woulddestroy this thing in a second, except
I really don't have any understanding ofwhat I may or may not be dealing
with. I'm afraid, and Ido mean afraid, that if I destroy
the cabinet, whatever it is thatseems to have come with the cabinet may
just stay here with me. I'vebeen told that there are people who shop

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on eBay that understand these kinds ofthings and specifically look for these kinds of
items. If you are one ofthese people, please please buy this cabinet
and do whatever you do with athing like this. Help me end quote.
So Missouri college student Josef or JosephNeedskey purchased the box for Mebay for

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one hundred and forty dollars. Heimmediately experienced hair loss, which the guy
was in his early twenties, sothat was different. He could also smell
some really strange offensive smells, andthen all of a sudden he would smell
sometimes the scent of jasmine. Aman named Jason Haxton became obsessed with the
box and he ends up purchasing itfrom Joseph for two hundred dollars. He

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describes some pretty creepy circumstances as well. Immediately upon touching the box, he
describes it as the box feeling likeit had collapsed into a liquid in his
hands, and he felt a piercingfeeling in his stomach. He said he
felt paralyzed with pain, and hehad nightmares of a woman that came with
the box. His wife also experiencedthose scenes. Haxton eventually wrote a book

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about the box. In twenty twelve, Kevin Mannis and Jason Haxton helped to
consult for the film Possession, whichis actually a movie that's about this same
box. Nowadays, you can actuallyfind the Dibit Box in care of Zach
Bagins himself and his crew at theHaunted Museum in Las Vegas. It has
not been a move without incident,however, as there have been some reports

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of activities since it's been in hispossession. Not long after it arrived in
the museum, some mysterious protruding holesstarted to appear in the walls around the
box, almost looking like something wantedto break out of the wall. Bagins
himself, along with staff and visitorshave witnessed black shadows, fainting, feeling

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ill, irrational emotions that can beexplained such as anger, anxiety, and
other things. Also, some peoplebelieved that post Malone himself was one of
the people affected by the Divic Box. Postmolone was on an episode of Ghost
Hunter's Quarantine in twenty twenty where hewas touching Zach's shoulder as Zach opened the
box. Subsequently, post Malone's privateplane experienced some problems as two tires blew

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out while it was in the air. That incident has been linked to multiple
safety violations that were also linked tothat plane, and they were able to
land safely. But post Malone wasalso involved in a car accident and his
home was broken into. Other thingsassociated with the box are horrible nightmares,
odd inoffensive smells, hives, andwelds. Some believed that all of the

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evil of the twentieth century is beingheld in these boxes, and that's why
they're so evil. According to somesources, there's only one Divic Box,
but there were others that saying thereas many as ten Divick boxes that exist
in the world, and zach Began'sactually owns two. A total of eight
of the boxes have been located andare accounted for, but there are two

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still out there, with their whereaboutsunknown. Many believe that the story of
the Dibck Box is all a hoax. Now, if you remember Kevin Mannis
was a creative writer, there's aFacebook post from Manis in twenty fifteen where
Kevin basically admits to having conjured upthe entire legend. Now, Manis and
Haxton basically both claim to be expertsin the field, all the while buying

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for attention. There's no argument thatthey've both profited greatly from this item and
the concept of the Divick Box.So, friends, tell me what you
think. Is it the most hauntedobject of the world? Or a simple
hoax. Either way, it doesmake for an entertaining story, and I
hope that's exactly what this did entertainyou. I wish you all the spookiest

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yet safest season ever and happy Halloween. Hi there, I'm tour guide Christine
Noteville. Normally I'm joined by mybest friend, tour guide Jen, as
we lead our wonderful tourists through thedark and sinister streets of our beloved city.
We provide tours feature in Cryptid's truecrime, hauntings, and so much
more that I'll make you say Noope. We guarantee you'll find a tour to

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suit your tastes over a Noteville,so come visit us sometime. I feel
the truck come to a stop andopen my eyes as the engine cuts off,
stretching and looking out through the windshieldthem the passenger window looks like we've
arrived. Most have fallen asleep,I guess. I look over at my
partner in the driver's seat and hesmiles, all rested up their sleeping beauty,
he asks, harheart, very funny, but yeah, I feel pretty

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good. Now let's get this startedso we can head home. I opened
my door and climb out of thetruck as he chuckles behind me doing the
same. As I get to theback of the truck, I look at
the dark, one story home we'vepulled up in front of and shutter.
I enjoy this job as much asone can, but despite how many of
these kinds of houses we check out, I still get the creeps. The
trailer door opens and the ramp lowerswith an obnoxious whirr of the motor.

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We both climb inside and walk pastour gear to look at the corkboard our
managers filled with information about the case. His voice crackles through the truck radio
with his last little tidbit for thenight. Got the intel. Looks like
this is going to be a toughone. We've had reports of violence,
and it looks like they left ina hurry. I glance at my partner,
who rolls his eyes and shrugs.Can't imagine it'll be any tougher than

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any of our other calls. Don'tsweat it. We'll be fine. I'm
not so sure, but I nodand smile. We always are. I
returned my attention to the board ofinformation while he starts gathering some gear to
bring inside with him. I readaloud to him. Looks like we've got
someone they believe is named Myra Taylordrowned in the bathtub of the master bathroom
and summoned with a Wuiji board.Of course, what else? I roll

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my eyes and hear him chuckle hisown amusement behind me. I continue,
family has noticed doors moving by themselves, objects being moved and thrown. One
light bulb was burst stead of nowherein the living room and disembodied. Knocking
on windows and doors sounds fairly routineto me. I guess this should be
simple enough. I turned to thegear mounted all down the wall of the

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trailer and grabbed myself a flashlight whichi'm out to my shoulder, and a
UV flashlight, E M F readerand a cross just in case. We
grabbed the house key we've been providedon our way out of the trailer and
casually stroll up to the front door, letting ourselves in. The vibe is
immediately different when we crossed the threshold, and I once again feel a shiver
up my spine. We've done investigationslike this together for years, but this

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feeling never really goes away. Ican feel his tension beside me as well,
so I know he feels the same. He tries a light switch,
but nothing happens. The breaker musthave been turned off by the owners or
perhaps the spirit Either way, nowwe have to find it, and I
just pray that it hasn't been blown. My partner tells me to just keep
looking for signs of activity and he'llgo find the breaker so we don't have
to waste too much time. Ifeel like this is a bad idea,

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but agree anyway and proceed through thedark to where the master bedroom is,
figuring it's my best bet. Afterseveral moments the room with the EMF and
muttering questions to evoke any kind ofresponse, my partner's voice comes over the
radio saying he's got the power backon. I inform him that I haven't
had any luck yet in the masterbedroom, and we agree to meet up
in the kitchen to see if wecan find anything there. He attempts to

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contact with the spirit box while Iwalk the room with my EMF, but
everything seems fairly normal, aside fromthe horribly oppressive vibe within the home.
He suggests we head back out tothe truck to grab some cameras and tripods
to set up and watch from ourcomputer setup in the trailer in case maybe
our presence is making whatever haunts usplace feel a bit shy. This feels
unlikely, but it's as good aplan as any, so we head back
outside, gather up several cameras andtripods, and truck back into the house.

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He decides to set his cameras upin the kitchen slash dining room,
basement and garage. I take mineto the master bedroom, setting up with
a view into the bathroom as well, then one into the main hallway facing
the front door, and finally thenursery near the front of the house.
The sight of the small toys andfurniture makes me feel a bit sad for
the family being terrorized, until Isee the teddy bearer sat atop a shelf

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with its head turned backward. Iinstantly feel like we need to get out
of this house and start hurrying outof the nursery, calling out to my
partner that it's time to go.I run into him by the living room
and he seems confused, but hetrusts my instincts, so we turned to
rush toward the front door, whichpromptly slams shut and the sound of the
dead bolt seems far louder in thesudden silence. Faintly, we can hear
a cell phone buzz in one ofthe bedrooms. Deeper inside the home,

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we see the lights flicker near thekitchen and hear the patter of a few
things being knocked or thrown around inthere. The spirit box, which my
partner had left on the kitchen counter, suddenly crackles to life, but the
sounds coming from it aren't quite likethe ones we're used to hearing. Distantly,
we can still hear the static,but it's constant, and there seems
to be what can only be calleddemonic whispering coming through it. This is

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already bad enough to put us onedge and have us searching for a safe
place to hide. But then afemale voice starts to speak through it as
well. Oh good Ow, beingthe smartest that he is, I hear
my partner mutter under his breath,bit hard when you've locked us in here

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with you, love. The voicesuddenly screams, you will die, punctuated
by the sound of glass shattering andthe lights in the house getting snuffed out.
We instinctively extinguish our flashlights as well, and He gently tugs up my
arm, indicating for me to stayclose and follow him. We move as
quietly as possible and duck into acloset on the hallway with luvered doors,

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staying as quiet as we possibly can. We wait, listening but hearing nothing
more. Even the spirit box seemsto have gone dead as well. But
then there seems to be a quiet, melodic humming coming from the direction of
the kitchen, a familiar song.Gradually, the sound begins to become louder
as the entity seems to be makingits way closer to our location. She

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hasn't seen us, there's no wayshe could possibly know where we've gone.
Sound reaches the closet into my horror, very slowly, almost idily, The
door in front of me starts toopen. Panicked, I pull it shut
again quietly and hope that perhaps shedidn't notice, But then the door in
front of my partner does the same. He also manages to bullet shut quietly,
and we relax, ever so slightlywhen we hear the humming start to

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move away from our closet as sheseems to head for the nursery and other
child's bedroom near the front of thehouse. Our relief is short lived,
however, as the humming draws nearagain, and my breath catches as my
closet door once again starts to open, and his as well when I pull
mine back shut. We decide nowto firmly hold the doors shut as they
begin to rattle. The spirits somehowthwarted by our efforts, but we don't

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question it and simply hold fast tokeep the doors shut. This goes on
for several long moments before the spiritor perhaps the demon for all we know,
shrieks her rage, and with afinal hard bang on the doors,
everything stops again. The house isbathed in silence, as thick as the
darkness, but we remain motionless,firmly clinging to the doors just in case.
Then, very faintly, we hearthe dead bolt on the front door

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unlock. In unspoken agreement, wedecide to take no chances, as we
fling open the closet doors and bookit for the front door, which blessedly
remains locked, and we were ableto burst forth into the still night air.
We waste no time gathering our equipmentback up nor catching our breath.
We locked the trailer back up andhop in the truck cabin, booking it
out of there as quickly as wecan. I've never feared for my life

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like I did that night in allthe years I've been doing investigations, and
I don't think I ever will again, especially since my partner and I have
called it quits, you know,just to be safe. This is Dana
from the Crime Diner for your scarybedtime story. I thought i'd try my
hand at a story that came frommy own brain. I would like to
wearing you any resemblance of real lifepeople, places, or things in this
story is styically coincidental. Enjoy.Charlie woke up in a cold sweat,

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feeling like she was ripped from thedeepest of sleep. She was trembling,
and she couldn't catch her breath,like she had been running a marathon just
moments ago. Her heart was racingand her mouth was bone dry. As
she reached for the glass of wateron her bedside table, flashes of the
dream she had been having slammed hermemory. God felt so real, so
intense. She shook her head alittle, trying to gather her thoughts and

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make sense of the things had justseen in her dream. She had been
running in the woods. The wayher heart was racing made her think she
had been running from something, butthe feeling of rage that was slowly subsiding
made her question if she had beenrunning after something. She remembered the blood.
There was so much blood on herhands, so much that she checked
them while she was sitting in herbed to make sure she had only been
dreaming. For a brief moment,she thought she remembered a voice, not

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her voice, a deep, raspyvoice that made her shiver once more.
Why was she having such a violentdream That seemed so odd. Charlie didn't
usually dream, or if she did, certainly she didn't remember them. Her
sleep was always so broken and disjointedit never really allowed her to get a
deep enough sleep for dreaming. Butas she thought about it, while slowly
taking SIPs of the water, shefelt like she'd seen those woods. They

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looked familiar. It wasn't like aforest or anything. It reminded her of
that little hidden trail that she hadfound one day while she was on a
date with the last girl she letbreak her heart. The lurch in her
stomach when she thought of Brittany helpedher forget momentarily how much that dream had
shaken her. Was coming up.She knew she would never be able to
get back to sleep, so shegot up and decided to go back to
the station. Maybe they'd allow heraccess to the evidence again, see if

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she could come up with anything elseto help the case. Charlie was often
recruited by police for her unique abilitiesto help with cases that were a little
more difficult for them to solve ontheir own. Of course, anything she
told the police that she'd seen inher visions was inadmissible in court, but
most of the time she was ableto get them pointing in the right direction
when they were stuck. When shearrived at the station, Detective Kennedy was

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already sitting at a long table withall the evidence that was not out at
the lab for testing. Clearly hehad not been able to sleep either.
Kennedy wordlessly handed her the crime scenephotos. He knew what she came to
do. He knew that she wasobsessed with the case just as much as
he was. Charlie had seen thesepictures what felt like a million times in
the last week, but this morning, as soon as the photos touched her
skin, the dream from just afew hours ago. Came crashing back the

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tiny trail in the woods with Britneyflashed in her mind, and Detective Kennedy
saw her ural reaction. The bodyof the unknown woman had been found posed
very graphically in the sand underneath theboardwalk. It was obvious to even the
untrained eye that this murder had takenplace somewhere else, since there was almost
no actual evidence at the scene,they just didn't know where, and this

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woman had been mutilated. As clicheas it sounds, when detectives described the
scene, they would say things likethey'd never been to a more gruesome crime
scene, or they'd never seen anythingso bad in all their years of police
work. Charlie hated all the drama, which seemed odd to most people who
would think a psychic for the policewas by definition pretty damn dramatic, But
this time she was inclined to agreewith them. Police were still waiting on

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information from forensics to try and identifythis woman. Charlie dropped the photos and
squeezed her eyes so tightly that thedarkness had flashes of light in it.
Again, she rubbed both eyes withthe heels of her hand, and when
she opened them. Kennedy was staringat her expectantly. Well, what'd you
say? I keep dreaming of thisplace I was last year. I can't
imagine how it's related, but couldwe maybe take a ride. When Detective

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Kennedy pulled into the place Charlie hadacted him too, he turned to her
and could not believe that she wouldvoluntarily go into these woods on a date.
No less, what was she thinking? This place looked like no one
would ever find it, even ifthey did know where it was beforehand.
She knew exactly what he was thinkingand told him the hush. Yes,
she had a bit of a habitfollowing cute girls into the woods for dates,

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but hey, we all have ourflaws, right. Charlie leads the
detective to the trail. She hasto pull back some of the branches for
both of them to fit through theopening, and when they do, they
both get the surprise of a lifetime. Detective Kennedy saw the whole clearing covered
in blood. The victim's hair hadbeen cut off and strewn all over the
trees and bushes. Her clothes weretorn apart and flung everywhere. Charlie,

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however, was seeing something wildly differentthan a detective. She was witnessing the
murder. Normally, when Charlie hada vision, it was from the sidelines.
She wasn't part of the vision,she was just watching like a spectator.
But this was different. This feltlike a memory. She was killing
the woman. She was stabbing herover and over in the rage she had
was insurmountable. All the while,she was being cheered on by the most

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horrifying voice she had ever heard,the same one from the dream. It
was deep and guttural, and shecould feel it vibrate in her whole body.
With every knife wood made into thewoman's lifeless body, she could feel
the voice vibrate in her heart andcourse through her veins. She could feel
like a rock in her stomach anddeep in her bones, egging her on

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and bolstering her up. When DetectiveKennedy shook her back into existence, she
immediately folded at the waist and threwup What was going on here? What
the hell was happening? And whothe hell was this victim? Why was
Charlie seeing herself actually committing the murderthat had never happened before. While Charlie
was throwing up, Detective Kennedy wascalling forensics to come secure the scene,
and when he got off the phone, he had other news as well.

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They had ideed the victim, thirtytwo year old Britney Davis, and with
that, Charlie fainted back at thestation with a cold rag on the back
of her neck. She ignored everysingle one of Kennedy's questions, and he
was throwing them at her relentlessly.He never believed in the psychic bullshit before
Charlie, but when she had comeforward to help in that first case a
few years ago, it was shockinghow much she had known, how much

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she had helped. In the backof his mind, he thought it was
a little weird, but there wasnever a link to any of the crimes
before, and her information had alwaysbeen solid. So why the hell all
of a sudden does not only shelead him to the crime scene, but
she had a relationship with the victim. Charlie could hear him, but she
simply could not respond. She knowsthis looks bad, but there is no
way she had anything to do withBritney's death. She loved her, Yes,

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she was hurt how things ended,especially since she thought maybe this could
have been for the long haul.But Charlie always did that kind of thing,
fell for the first beautiful woman whobatted her eyelashes at her. Brittany
felt different, though, and itwas hard to get over that breakup.
But she had She definitely had right. But why in this vision was she
mercilessly ending Britney's life? And inher dreams she felt rage, definite,

(01:35:57):
unadulterated, pure hate, feel onby a voice of a monster insider that
she was longing to hear again.She knew now that she had not been
running from something in that dream.She was definitely running after something, and
that something was Brittany, and shewas fucking thrilled to realize that. Hello,
spooky friends, it's Autumn. FromAutumn Zodidi's podcast, Please enjoy a

(01:36:19):
handcrafted selection of some of my ownpersonal ghost stories. Here my trauma,
Here my terror. Remember if it'screepy and weird, you'll find it here.
Onto another, just really, reallyreally weird one. This one involved
my youngest sister. She's ten yearsyounger than me, and at the time

(01:36:41):
that this happened, she was abouttwo years old. We lived in the
literal middle of nowhere in a onehundred year old house that had once been
a church. And this is somePoultergeist bullshit because allegedly the cemetery on the
property had been moved, but Ihighly highly doubt that they act really moved
any bodies. This house was rifewith paranormal activity, but of course we

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got shushed if we ever brought upanything that we saw or experienced. This
house is going to come up againlater. This was not a good place
to live. One night, Iwas, you know, doing the old
fashioned show in front of a fulllength mirror before school. You know,
you got to have your outfit right, even though, like I was super
young and a dork and was probablywearing like a giant T shirt and something

(01:37:27):
wholly unfashionable. And I heard mysister talking. Her bedroom door was right
by the mirror, you know.I was on the wall in the hallway
and it was open just far enoughso that I could actually see her.
She was standing in her crib,holding onto the railing and looking up at
something while kind of craning her neckupward like she was staring at someone.
She was talking, then waiting silentlyas if for a reply, then talking

(01:37:51):
again, and so on. Itsounded like she was having a conversation,
but I could not hear any responses. I honestly pretty freaked out after listening
to this for a few minutes,and finally I asked her who she was
talking to. She spun her headto look at me and the door slammed
in my face. I tried toopen it, but it would not budge.

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I yelled from my parents, butthe door was locked from the inside.
My dad actually had to use acoat hanger to pick the lock.
They blamed the door slamming on thewind, but give me a break.
There were no open windows, andthat is just not how physics works,
my guys. Again, I wastoo young to know any better. When
we finally got into the room,we asked her who she was talking to,

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and she very calmly replied, papauJean. No big deal. That's
our maternal grandfather, but very bigdeal because he died when my mom was
sixteen. None of us ever methim. My mom literally never talked about
him or said his name. Shehas more in recent years, but cheers
to good old fashioned Irish repression.And we would ask my sister for years

(01:38:59):
afterwards what her conversation with what I'massuming was a ghost was about or you
know, just to tell us aboutit at all, but she never would
and seemed to get pretty irritated ifwe asked. Finally, at some point,
as an adult, she gave ussome answers. Papal Jane used to
come into her room appearing as ashadow and ask her about my mom,

(01:39:20):
the kids, and our family ingeneral, and this happened for years,
but she has only really ever talkedabout it once, maybe twice, in
her life. I don't think thatshe likes to talk about it. If
I hadn't literally been standing there listeningto the conversation and had a door slammed
in my face when I tried togo into the room, I would not

(01:39:40):
have believed that she was talking toanyone at all. But the fact that
she knew the name of our longdead grandfather and claimed to be speaking to
him was too much of a coincidenceand too elaborate a story for a two
year old to cought. I don'tknow what she was talking to. I
kind of don't think it was him. We're going to get to that a
little more later. We'll hang ontoyour butts for this one. Like literally,

(01:40:03):
you were going to get chills atthe end. My brother, I'll
go ahead and name him. Hisname is Matt. I didn't want to
name my sister. She's a teacherand I don't know if she wants her
business out in the world. Wasin kindergarten and his class had a field
trip to the pumpkin patch Yay.As we were getting ready to leave the
house, my brother asked my dadto tie his shoes three times extra tightly

(01:40:27):
because he didn't want them to flyoff. All right. My dad thought
this was a weird request, buthe did it anyway. You know,
kids say weird shit all the time. If you've ever been around kids,
you can confirm anyway. Kindergarteners wereriding on the school bus and the parents
slash families that wanted to go followedbehind in their cars. This was a
really popular field trip. Pretty mucheverybody went with their families if they had

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a kid in the kindergarten class.The roads were very narrow, almost one
lane country roads with no shoulder atall, and in some places a pretty
steep drop. So we're just drivingalong and my sister another sister probably was
singing too loudly and I'm telling herto shut up or something like that.
It's just a normal day until we'renot far from the pumpkin patch and we

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watch as the bus tips over androlls partially down a hillside. It was
absolute chaos. There were no seatbelts and buses then not sure if there
are now. But no one knewif the kids inside were dead injured.
No one knew anything. It wasjust a nightmare. All kids were taken

(01:41:38):
to the local hospital, and luckilymost of them were only mildly injured with
a few broken bones. It obviouslycould have been much much worse. Imagine
if it had tipped at one ofthose points where there was a steep drop.
I really don't want to but takea wild guess what was laying all
over the road around that overtoned schoolbus. Children's shoes. Yeah, So,

(01:42:03):
to recap, my brother wanted hisshoes tied extra tightly so that they
wouldn't fly off. He specifically requestedthat. My dad was kind of messed
up about it. My brother didnot have an explanation as to why he
made that request or how he knewthat something was going to happen. I
think that he may be clairvoyant.To be honest, I'm telling you that

(01:42:27):
one haunts me. How could hehave possibly known to request that his shoes
be tied extra tightly so that theywouldn't fly off? Like? Did he
see something, some sort of finaldestination premonition? I'm not sure, but
he has battled a lot of personaldemons over the years, over the decades,
really, and seems to have nowcome out on the other side.

(01:42:48):
And I can't help but wonder ifthe fact that he sees things has something
to do with some of the issuesthat he's had. Hello, my spooky
friends, name as Keighley and Iam the hosts of Miss Mysteries, a
True Carbin paranormal podcasts. As wego into the spookiest day of the year
tonight, I'll be telling you oneof the ascariest urban legends, the ghost

(01:43:13):
of Bloody Mary, and just howyou maybe you will summon her this Halloween.
Grab your candy, grab your sweettreats and your hot chocolate and let's
dive in. There are many originssuggests who Bloody Mary was in life,
but the one I grub hearing wasabout Queen Mary or Mary Tudor, the
daughter of King Henry the eighth andCatherine. After King Henry's death in fifteen

(01:43:34):
forty seven, her younger half brother, King Edward the sixth took the throne,
but died at the age of fifteen. In fifteen fifty three, Mary
forcibly took the throne from Edward's cousin, whom he had named during sickness to
try to keep the line Protestant.Mary taking the throne made her the first
queen to receive the English crown fromher birth order, rather than being married

(01:43:59):
to a king. During her rule, Mary gained the name Beletti Mary due
to two hundred eighty executions of Protestantswho opposed her rule under the Catholic Church.
Queen Mary died in fifteen fifty eight, although the ritual to summon her
can only be linked back to thenineteen seventies. This ritual is much like
a game young women have played forcenturies to see if their future husband would

(01:44:25):
appear in the mirror while they didthe ritual, or if they saw a
skull skeleton behind them, it meansthey would die before they married, but
instead you are summoning the spirit ofBeletti Mary to start this ritual. You
will take a candle and go intoa dark room or bathroom alone. It

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is very important that you are aloneand of course that it's dark. Hold
the candle or set it down infront of you as you stand in front
of the mirror and light it.Look into the mirror, then close your
eyes while saying bloody Mary three timestis slowly and clearly. When you open
your eyes, you may see thespirit of bloody Marry standing behind you while

(01:45:06):
the mere trips with blood, maybeeven cracked. This is if she hasn't
already scratched her eyes out. Ifyou're lucky enough, you'll blow out the
candle, ending the ritual and leavethe bathroom. But be careful because reflections
are everywhere, and you never knowwhat reflection you may see her in.
Next Hey there, my name's Siaand I host a spooky podcast called Freaky

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af I was born with the medicalcondition. Doctors have never been able to
tell me exactly what it is,but if my body temperature goes anywhere above
a hundred degrees fahrenheit, I starthaving convulsions. I'm also susceptible to having
fevers anytime I get sick with practicallyany ailment, so you can imagine how
much of a germophobe I've grown tobe. This one night it got really

(01:45:53):
bad. I was around eight yearsold at the time, and I can
remember my mom giving me some nightwill help fight the fever and to hopefully
lull me to sleep. It's toughto get a wink of shut eye when
your body is burning up at awhopping one hundred four degrees. It was
miserable. I could feel the medicineworking its magic on me, and my
eyes began to slowly shut. Onething I always hated about running a fever

(01:46:17):
was that my mom absolutely forbade meto cover with a heavy comfitter. For
some reason, I can't sleep withjust any kind of blanket. It's got
to be thick and fluffy, somethingthat I can lose myself in so that
it feels like I'm sleeping on acloud. But whenever I was running a
fever, my mom was forced meto sleep with one of those thin,
flimsy covers, which I guess wasbetter for my temperature, but I most

(01:46:41):
definitely wasn't happy about it. Nonetheless, she'd at least let me sleep with
my rotary fan on the low setting, because if there's no fan sounds,
you can just forget about it.I felt my body fall deeper and deeper
into slumber when something suddenly pulls meback. A noise, and one at
that. It's my fan, Butwhy is it so loud? Not only

(01:47:04):
does it sound like it's on afull blast, but as if it's blowing
right into my ear. I cansee the fans sitting on the other side
of the room, and it seemsnormal. But something's off. This place
I'm in looks like my room,but I can't help but have a feeling
that it isn't. My bedroom dooris open, It's never left open,

(01:47:26):
and so is the door to mycloset, and my closet light is on.
But why Suddenly lightning strikes and ahuge thunderclap follows it. I can
hear my dog, Rajah, cryingfrom the living room. She's not typically
scared of thunderstorms. I can hearher claws tapping on the hardwood floors as
she comes towards my bedroom. Shejumps onto the bed and rests herself on

(01:47:47):
top of my body, still windingat the thunder. I try to lift
my hand to pet her, toassure here that everything's going to be all
right. But before I could,she growls and suddenly takes my arm into
her mouth. I can feel thetight grasp of her jaw as it's clamping
down on my wrist. She bitesdown harder when I make even the slightest

(01:48:09):
movement, so I stay still.My heart is pounding. I can feel
the wet blood flowing from my wristand soaking the bed beneath me. I
can feel Rajah's weight on me,pushing down on my stomach and sinking me
deeper into the mattress, making ithard for me to breathe as I gasped
for air out of sheer panic.Suddenly everything goes quiet, like someone pressed

(01:48:31):
the mute button on the entire world. The pain that I was experiencing just
moments ago turns into a new feelingof feeling far worse than any pain,
the feeling of dread. I wasparalyzed by it. I couldn't even scream
or cry for help when I sawit standing in my closet. It was

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a shadow of a person, Ithink, more like something impersonating a person.
Whatever it was, I could tellthat it was watching me every inch
of my being. Wanted nothing morethan to run and hide from the thing's
wretched presents. But I couldn't feelanything, just fear, pure fear.

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I shut my eyes as hard asI could, to the point where I
swear my eyelids would tear, andwhen I opened them again, it was
morning. Immediately I went to inspectingmy wrist to assess the damage, and
nothing, not a single mark.My glance shot to my closet door,
and it was closed. I couldhear Rajah scratching out my bedroom door,

(01:49:35):
crying for me to let her in, and when I opened it, she
greeted me with a wagging tail.She went from my hand to give it
a lick, and I snatched itback so fast I hadn't even meant to.
It was just a reaction. Really, I was afraid of my closet
for a good while after that.Actually, now that I think about it,

(01:49:55):
I'm pretty sure that I never enteredthat closet without my mom until after
we moved doubt of that house.After that, I was sure that that
was the last I'd ever sea ofthe shadow, that is, until it
revealed itself to me again a decadeand a half later. I'm Angelina from
Murder Murder News, and each weekon our show, we tell a story
from the corresponding week in true crimehistory with a focus on the victim's perspective.

(01:50:19):
New episodes of Murder Murder News dropevery Friday on all major podcast platforms.
Jane wore a yellow ribbon around herneck every day, and I mean
every day, rain or shine,whether it matched her outfit or not.
He'd annoyed her best friend, Johnnyafter a while. He was her next
door neighbor and had known Jane sinceshe was three. When he was young,

(01:50:43):
he had barely noticed the yellow ribbon, but now they were in high
school together, it bothered him.Why do you wear that yellow ribbon around
your neck, Jane? He'd askher every day, but she wouldn't tell
him. Still, in spite ofthis aggravation, Johnny thought she was cute.
He asked her to the soda shopfor an ice cream Sunday. Then
he asked her to watch him playin the football game. Then he started

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seeing her home, and come spring, he asked her to the dance.
Jane always said yes when he askedher out, and she always wore a
yellow dress to match the ribbon aroundher neck. It finally occurred to Johnny
that he and Jane were going steady, and he still didn't know why she
wore the yellow ribbon around her neck, so he asked her about it yet

(01:51:27):
again, and yet again, shedid not tell him. Maybe someday,
I'll tell you about it, she'dreply, someday. That answer annoyed Johnny,
but he shrugged it off because Janewas so cute and fun to be
with. Well. Time flew past, as it has a habit of doing,
and one day Johnny proposed to Janeand was accepted. They planned a

(01:51:49):
big wedding and Jane hinted that shemight tell him about the yellow ribbon around
her neck on their wedding day.But somehow, what with the preparations and
his beautiful bride and the lovely reception, Johnny never got around to asking Jane
about it. And when he didremember, she got a bit teary eyed
and said, we're so happy together, what difference does it make? And

(01:52:13):
Johnny decided she was right. Johnnyand Jane raised a family of four with
the usual ups and downs, laughterand tears. When their golden anniversary rolled
around, Johnny once again asked Janeabout the yellow ribbon around her neck.
It was the first time he broughtit up since the week of their wedding.
Whenever their children asked him about it, he'd always hushed them, and

(01:52:35):
somehow none of the kids dared askedtheir mother. Jane gave Johnny a sad
look and said, Johnny, you'vewaited this long. You can wait a
while longer, and Johnny agreed.It was not until Jane was on her
deathbed a year later that Johnny,seeing his last chance slip away, asked

(01:52:55):
Jane one final time about the yellowribbon she wore around her neck. She
shook her head a bit of hispersistence, and then said, with a
sad smile, Okay, Johnny,you can go ahead and untie it.
With shaking hands, Johnny fumbled forthe knot and untied the yellow ribbon around
his wife's neck, and Jane's headfell off. Hi, this is Jarnal

(01:53:19):
and this is Kelly, and you'relistening to our ob FM Halloween special.
Too excited. I'm excited there withso many other podcastscast on this network,
and we're so excited to be featuredin it. So Kelly is going to
share a story first do you believein rules? Will I by the end

(01:53:42):
of the story, no, Iam on the fence about Bigfoot. I'm
on the fence you're wolves. Butthis guy, he certainly believed in it
um in twenty eighteen. So he'sthirty four year old Honkash bossing. Well,
he walked into a window store inAlexandria, Virginia. He needed to
check some boxes that he believed hadhuman DNA. Like yes, So he

(01:54:08):
then when he's going to check theseboxes, he sees Brad Jackson, who's
a sixty five year old manager ofthe store, and he presumes that Brad
would have some knowledge about quote boxeswith human DNA. So the two get
in an argument because I don't knowwhat you mean by boxes with DNA,
and punk Jaws like, I knowyou know about this. After the interaction,

(01:54:30):
Punkash believed that Brad was turning intoa werewolf. He just decided one
does when you get into Maybe hehad figured Brad had too much werewolf DNA
to recognize human DNA, But doesn'tthat mean he is like better like sniffing
ability. His reasoning does not holdwater. Now, it would go opposite

(01:54:50):
that he would be less of awerewolf. So in reaction to this,
he stabbed the Brad over fifty times. Oh shit, gouged his eyes out
with a box knife. Fast escalated, quickly, very fast. Brad was
found with cuts to his head,neck and torso with a boxcutter nearby.
A dry erase marker also was believedto be in that used in the tech

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because the marker's cap was found embeddedin Brad's body, Like, was he
trying to stab him with the marker, don't you do? The silver bullet
was not silver, maybe it wasa silver exbopen and he's like, it's
good enough. A ups driver he'sdelivering boxes at the building. He goes
to drop off a package and he'slike, he sees a man kneeling on
the floor praying. He's like,okay, not totally weird, a little

(01:55:34):
weird, not totally weird, right, So then he, you know,
he's going about his business and thenhe sees this same man run out of
the second floor business and jump intoa Mercedes parked on the street. A
woman and her child were in theMercedes when the now naked Punkash jumped into
naked definitely would that happened? Whyhe was turning into werewolf and he didn't

(01:55:57):
want to rip his clothes. Idon't know the guy. I wasn't jumped
out. Did you not notice that? Like, well, if he was
hairy enough, because he was turninginto a warm brow. Oh. The
rest of the marker though, Soit was later found in the Mercedes with
Punkash. The mom. She's inthere. She's screaming for him to get
out. They don't know this guy, but the mom and the kids still

(01:56:18):
in there instead. He was notgetting out, so they jumped out and
they locked them in until the policeget there. Does he not know how
to use the door locks? Maybenot. Maybe he's in the back seat
and there are no unlockers back there, you know sometimes or on the front
if you're a mom, you canlock it, so they can't be unlocked
the bag and somehow they kept himin there well. So cops arrive,

(01:56:40):
they find Pakosh in the car withthe capitalist Dray Race marker, and Brad
dead in the business. A medicalexaminer later to term Brad died a multiple
blunt horse in sharp horse injuries.So while he's been being arrested, Potash
told police I killed the wolf andthat there was still time to say ninety

(01:57:00):
nine percent of the moon and planets. I don't know if he was running
on all cylinders or he knows somethingwe don't know, but it was very
important information and something was off justsaying either that one person had all the
information to the secrets of the universe. Orts and this was twenty eighteen.
We're all still here, so Ithink we're all right. A jury never
came to the consensus if Pakash waseven fit to stand trial. They hear

(01:57:25):
the same story you just told.Yeah, I think, and then some
because I bet I don't have allthe details. But the judge decided that
he needed to serve time in amental institution. He spent three years there,
and this released twenty twenty one,killed somebody in a really freaking horrid
way. Not right, So Harry, people out there beware this guy's back

(01:57:49):
up the street exactly be aware becausehis release is conditional on the long list
of requirements. So Punkash must takehis medication. Thank God, to drug
and alcohol testing. This is we'dpay for his own GPS monitor, But
please don't make him go get ajob somewhere that is scary. Well,
yeah, I mean I understand heshould have to pay for it himself.

(01:58:10):
But how does he think he holda job? I don't know. I
think they said years. Anyway,he must say he must either live with
his parents in his Alexandria or FairfaxCounty, or he has the option to
move into an apartment that's tied witha mental health agency, but the parent
must still live nearby. I mean, he's in his thirties, it's not

(01:58:30):
like he's a kid. Oh andhe has home visits by community services.
God, but Punk just got intotrouble again after posting online dating sites all
over the place. This is prettygood. He described himself as an easygoing
adventurer who believes in universal connection.But it gets better. He says that

(01:58:50):
he's been away for a couple ofyears traveling. Yeah, he was traveling,
but just his mind, in hismind, he was still here.
His thought he was in an institution. Imagine meeting somebody on an online dating
site and then thinking, you know, I really like this person, having
to just do a quick background check. That's what comes off horrifying. And

(01:59:12):
I think he had a different nameon his online dating sites. It was
like PK or something. You knowwhat. It doesn't say, Yeah,
that is, he's nicknamed the werewolfkiller in the neighborhood and his vacation was
really a three year stint in aNorthern Virginia mental institution. But family member
of the deceased Bradjaction Jackson actually cameacross the dating profile and took screenshots sent

(01:59:38):
it to the prosecutors. They didn'teven know, so now they have recently
filed a motion to bar him fromusing social media or to require software that
allows his social media to be supervised. Judge did order that he has to
take down his social media profiles.And yeah, he said that he agreed
with prosecutors that the descriptions were intentionallymisleading. Yeah, excuse me, I'm

(01:59:59):
a werewolf hunter in my spare timeand my spare time. Oh this guy,
But as long as he's on it, a Meads, I hope everything
as well. Oh yes, crats, that's the story of someone who believes
in the werewolves anyway, Okay,your story, all right, so it's
pretty Halloween, need to Okay,So I'm going to tell you about a
Natalie mosque Vin who is a geniusRussian historian, linguist, and a philogist.

(02:00:26):
Biology is the study of language inoral and written historical sources and literary
texts, and so he's he's acertified genius. He speaks thirteen languages.
He was a college professor and ajournalist. Like when you see those Egyptian
induscripts in those types, Yeah,he las all that stock right, that's
awesome. He was born in Septemberone, nineteen sixty six, in Gorky,

(02:00:50):
Soviet Russia, which is now knownas Misney norv Grod, Russia.
I don't know, it's it's thefifth of our city in the country.
He considers himself he's a self proclaimedexpert in the city. Cemeteries. Hey,
I love cemeteries honestly. So there'sloving them and then there's a Natalie.

(02:01:11):
His main area of academic interests wereCeltic history and folklore, as well
as languages and linguistics. But hewas fascinated with studying cemeteries, burial rituals,
and the occult. Those are someinteresting weird people get into that.
Not necessarily a red flag, right. He had over sixty thousand books and

(02:01:34):
documents and a large doll collection.People described him as both a genius and
eccentric, which again, none ofthis is really that weird. And Natalie
or however you say his name,he never dated. He's always lived with
his parents. He's reportedly he's neversmoked, never drank. He was a
regular contributor to Necrologies, which isa weekly publication about cemetery reason obituaries.

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He wrote an article in October oftwenty eleven where he discussed how his dark
obsession began. This is where thingsstart to get crea In this article,
he explains how in nineteen seventy,when he was about thirteen years old,
a group of men in black suitsstopped him on the way home from school

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and they were headed to the funeralof an eleven year old girl named Natasha
Petrova. The men took him withthem and forced him to kiss the girl's
corpse. What the what? Whatpurpose would that servant? All? Right?
Like she's white? It wasn't justlike at first I was like,

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Wow, these sounds like a bunchof assholes. Well it gets a little
weirder. A quote from the articlereads, an adult pushed my face down
to the waxy forehead of the girlin an embroidered cap, and there was
nothing I could do but kiss heras order. He wrote, I kissed
her once, then again in again, the girl's grieving mother put a wedding
ring on his head and one onher dead dog daughter's finger, and he

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d it. At that point,he wrote. My strange marriage with Natasha
Petrova was useful, he said,because it led him to a belief in
magic and a fascination with the dead. I realized this mother is probably in
a state of crisis because her daughterdied. Her young daughter died. In
two thousand and five, a fellowacademic commissioned him to summarize and list the

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dead in more than seven hundred cemeteriesin the forty regions that surrounded this Midzia,
nov Garad or whatever. And Natalieclaims that from two thousand and five
to two thousand and seven he visitedseven d fifty two cemeteries in his hometown.
He would take detailed notes and thenresearch the histories of those buried there.

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He claims that to have walked upto twenty miles per day during this,
sometimes leaping on hay bails, drinkingrainwater from puddles. Okay, that
seems excessive. I don't know ifyou need to be that devoted to that
were. There were weekly newspapers thatpublished documentaries of his research with titles like
Great Walks around Cemeteries and What theDead Said. He even said that he

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spent a night sleeping in a coffinthat had been set up for a person's
funeral. The next day he said, this looks comfortable, So you know,
all this is really odd. Intwo thousand and nine, people in
the area began finding graves of theirloved ones dug up or desecrated. Natalie
had been questioned multiple times by policewhile he was researching, but he was

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never arrested or detained or anything,because he would show his academic credentials and
be like, this is why I'mhere and mowing this research. But then
on November second, twenty eleven,forty six year old and Natalie was arrested
by police who were investigating several desecrationsof Muslim graves when they found been painting
over pictures of the deceased. AndI don't know why, but apparently after

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he was arrested, eight police officersthen went to the apartment that he shared
with his parents and found a scenethat will forever haunt their dreams. Inside
inside, authorities found twenty six lifesized doll like figures. It was a

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very cluttered, very apportered like place. There were stacks of books and papers,
very little space to walk. Thelarge dolls were in various styles of
dress. Some had like knee highboots. Others had like the you know,
the little strappy patent letter Mary Janetype shoes. Some like girls dressed
shoes right. Some of them hadtheir faces and hands covered in fabric and

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then make up applied over the fabricon their faces. All of their hands
and legs were hidden in fat brickand upon further inspection they realized these were
not dolls. These were the mummifiedcorpses of human girls. When police moved
one of the bodies, it playedmusic. It was like a music box.

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So when they realized we inside theirchests, he had embedded either music
boxes or toys so they would makesound he touched them. Police also found
plaques that were removed from gravestones,instructions on how he made the dolls,
and like just general doll making instructionalbooklets, you know, maps of local

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cemeteries, and a collection of photographsand videos showing graves being opened and then
disinterurn boxs. It became apparent thatthe clothes worn by the dolls were the
clothes the girls were buried in.One girl had a piece of her own
gravestone that had her name on itembedded inside her, another had the hospital

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tag with her date and cause ofdeath, and a third had a dried
human heart and center. On YouTube, you can watch the police video of
the apartment showing the dolls on shelf. Oh, I'm not getting you.
They're on shelves or sofas or pilesof paper. I mean, don't think
I can watch. It can't beensen. Once you see that ship,
you can't, right, No,of course I didn't. At least you

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don't know exactly what they're saying becauseit's all in Russian. Yes. It
was later discovered that most of thegirls came from local cemeteries, and somebody
have come from as far away asMoscow. They ranged in age from three
to twenty five. Three dude,that's not your child, bride, honey,
and one corpse. He had inhis possession for almost nine years,

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and Natalie was very cooperative with police, and he told them that he made
the dolls over a period of tenyears. His parents spent most of the
year away from the apartment, andso at the time of his arrest,
his mother, seventy six year oldof La Vira, she was quoted saying,
we saw these dolls, but wedid not suspect there were dead bodies
inside. We thought it was hishobby to make such big dolls and did

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not see anything wrong with it.Neighbors, of course, were shocked.
They said that he was quiet andhis parents were nice people, but they
did note a rancid smell that camefrom the apartment whenever he opened the door,
but they kind of chalked it upto you know, in Thrussia,
there's a lot of renting old buildings. There's a lot of vague, rotting

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smell that you find in the basementsof these buildings. So again, how
depressed are these people because that smelldid not that didn't shock them. The
detectives found shoes in the apartment thatmatched footprints near the desecrated graves that they
were investigating, so like, we'repretty sure we got the right dead,
as well as numerous grave decorations andburial accessories like metal nameplates taken off headstones,

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that kind of stuff. Although onlytwenty six bodies were discovered, they
suspect that he desecrated about one hundredand fifty. Graves admitted to drying the
corpses using a combination of salt andbaking soda, and then he would store
the bodies in secure dry places aroundthe cemetery. So he did this at
the cemetery. He dried them outat the cemetery. Once they had dried,

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he brought them home where he turnedthem into dolls. As this is
how I explained it. This wasa temporary solution until he could discover a
way to bring them back. Hecreated them up because he felt that their
physical remains were too decay and uglyfor them to feel really comfortable and happy,
and he was he was thinking ofthem. So he would wrap their

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limbs and like strips of bloth andstuff their body cavities with rags and padding.
You know, in America, skinnyis good. Russia, you know,
you want to look like you're wellfed, operate, because that means
you have money to He would putsheer nylons or pantyhose like over their faces

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and hands so that they their actualskin wouldn't be exposed. Sometimes he gave
them wax masks. I have apicture of sounds horrifying. And then he'd
paint them with nail polish, becauseyou know, he wat make up the
faith. On some he put buttonsor toys in their eye socket, though
they could watch cartoons with them.Then he dressed them in brightly colored clothing

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with hoods, or gave them wigs. He explained that he made the dolls
because he was lonely and his biggestdream was to have children. And he
said he tried to adopt, butthe Russian adoption agencies wouldn't let him because
he didn't make enough money. Hedenied having any sexual attraction to the dolls
and considered them to be his children. He would talk to them, he'd

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interact with them. He celebrated holidaysfor them. He held birthday parties.
I guess he probably hung twenty sixstockings on the fireplace. I don't know
now, looking bitsy, they wereliterally they literally were stuffed. In court,
he confessed to forty four counts ofabusing graves and courts. This is
why I couldn't do one doll formurder. He didn't murder anything. In

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court, he addressed the victim's parents, saying, you abandoned your girls.
I brought them home and warmed themup. Told authorities don't bother be burying
them too deeply. I'm simply gonnadig him back up when I'm released.
In a hearing in two thousand andtwelve, the court deemed him unfit to
stand truck, and they released himfrom any criminal liability. He was diagnosed

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with schizophrenia and sentenced to time ina psychiatric war While in treatment, and
Natalie explained how his hobby began twentyyears earlier, while searching the obituaries for
recently to cease children. I knowthat older people will search the obituaries because
they died. He was looking forchildren right, and when he would find

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an obituary that spoke to him,he would go to their grave and sleep
on it in order to determine ifthe spirit wished to be brought back.
He insisted that when he began,he never dug up a grave without the
permission of the deceased child's side.As he got older, it became physically

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painful for him to sleep on thegraves, so naturally he began bringing the
bodies home so that it would bemore comfortable for him to sleep near them
right now. Plus, he thoughtthe spirits would be more willing to speak
in a safe, welcoming home,and then it would be easier to hear
them when they were speaking. Ifthey weren't underground, it was hard to

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hear. Natalia Cardamova, the motherof ten year old Olga, did not
know that the grave she had visitedfor nine years was empty. She was
quoted saying, I still find ithard to grasp the scale of his sickening
work. But for nine years hewas living with my mummified daughter in his

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bedroom. She said, I hadher for ten years. He had her
for nine. Six years later,in September of twenty eighteen, there was
a hearing that would give him theopportunity to continue his psychiatric treatment in his
own home. His doctors believed hewas no longer dangerous and petitioned the court

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to release him for outpatient care.As of April of twenty twenty two,
he was given a new diagnosis inthe hopes of ending his incarceration in the
hospital where he's lived for the lastten years. He is now fifty five
years old, and his new diagnosisis simply incapacitated and this would mean that
he could be released to live withfriends or relatives. And Natalie said,

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he wants to marry his girlfriends andhe wants to work as a foreign languages
tutor, but he still refuses toapologize to the families Incas right now he's
just incapacitated, But I don't know. We'll have to watch the news to
hear he actually gets pleased. Yeah, so there you go. We managed
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Thank you thanks to ourcast. Hey, I'm Gina, my co host Amber
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known and not so known cases throughouthistory. Some are unsolved and some are
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stat Oak Trail was built in theearly eighties and one of those cookie cutter
neighborhoods with a set amount of floorplans scattered among each other. My parents
bought our house in nineteen eighty sixwhen I was just an infant, and
I remember getting weird vibes when Iwas around four or five years old.
It wasn't a big house, eighteenhundred square feet, three bedrooms, two
bathrooms, kitchen, living room,you know, the standard stuff. But

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my bedroom always gave me the creeps. I never liked sleeping in it because
I always felt like something was watchingme from one of the corners of the
room. I'd beg for my momto sleep with me or find a way
into their room pretty much every nightbecause I was so uneasy. I had
frequent nightmares about being stuck in ourold Ford Bronco while it was driven by
a disembodied hand, beating through traffic, crashing through buildings. I'd also dream

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of a man in a long blackcape with a black rimmed hat walking down
the sidewalk on my street at night, getting up to the bathroom with like
being in my own horror movie.Was right across the narrow hallway, lit
up with a nightlight, but Ialways felt like something was right behind me
on my trip to and from thebathroom. I'd usually run as fast as
I could back to my room andshut the door, but then I still

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had to contend with whatever was watchingme from the corner. My brother,
who was fifteen years older than me, moved in and out of the house
a few times during my childhood.He would talk of hearing doors open and
clothes at night when everyone was asleep. I heard it too. On occasion,
my bedroom window faced the space betweenour house in a neighbor's house,
and we would hear someone whistling atune sometimes at night in that direction.

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My mom always heard it too,but there was never anyone there. My
brother finally moved out for good,and I decided I was tired of my
creepy ass room, so I movedinto his. I no longer had that
feeling that someone was watching me,but I wasn't in the clear. As
I got older, I noticed mythings going missing pretty frequently. Candy on
the desk, a pencil, smalltrinkets, or hair accessories or makeup just

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suddenly gone, and I mean gone. I would never find them again.
One night, I was sitting onmy floor, listening to music on my
giant twenty disc CD player, lookingat myself in my full length wall mirror
hung on the back of my door. Suddenly, a beanie baby I had
propped up on top of my giantcomputer monitor goes flying across the room.

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It didn't just topple off, likemaybe I had bumped the desk and it
fell off. It went flying andlanded several feet away from where it was
sitting. I remember jumping up andrunning out to tell my mom. I
can't remember her exact reaction, butit was definitely along the lines of,
oh, the ghost just wanted toplay, or something like that. This
was probably the most obvious thing thatever happened in my home. My friend

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Amber, however, who lived inthe same floor plan one straight over,
wasn't so lucky. You see,Amber, it lived in a mirror image
of my house. We slept inthe same bedroom. When Amber was a
young kid. She remembers coming downwith a cold or the flu and absolutely
dreading it, not because it's miserablebeing sick, but because of the nightmares

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that she always had. She didn'thave bad dreams or nightmares very often when
she wasn't ill, but every timeshe got sick she had the same nightmares.
All were about the man in thetall black hat. One of the
worst ones she had was before shewas even ten years old and she was
still living in her family's lime greentrailer before her little brother was born.

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She got a cold and had adream that the man in the tall black
hat was tearing up the bed tryingto get her. The dream itself wasn't
a movie like dream, but moreof an abstract feeling. The only discernible
thing about him was his hat,and that he was tall and wearing all
black, almost like a business suit. Fast forward to after her brother was
born and they moved into the houseon Hardwood Trail, the mirror image of

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Mine. She got sick and dreamtabout the man in the tall black hat
again, but this time, otherthan the man, everything was super vivid.
She told her mom about it,and she had never told her before
about any of these dreams. Allthe colors drained from her mom's face when
she told her about the dream anddescribed the man in the tall black hat.
Her mother told her that she hada dream about the same man tall,

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no discernable facial features, tall blackhat, and wearing all black.
In her dream, the doorbell rangand she answered it to find the man
in the tall black hat standing onthe other side. He didn't say a
word to her, but after amoment, he tried to reach through the
door and grab her. Her momdodged out of the way and proceeded to
shut the door on the man,but before the door closed, she saw

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him look over her head at theback door that was directly behind her on
the other side of the living room. She turned and ran to the back
door and slammed it shut, justin time for him to start banging on
the door. He had made itaround the house to the back door and
the time it took her to crossthe room. After that, he just
banged on every door and window inthe house until she woke up from her

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dream. A few days later,her mom was telling her sister about the
dreams, and to their surprise,she informed them that her three kids also
had nightmares about a man in atall black hat. Oddly enough, though
once Amber told her mom about thedreams, neither of them dreamed them him
again. The man in the blackhat wasn't the only thing Amber's experienced in

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their house on Hardwood Trail. Shewas vacuuming one day in the narrow hallway
between the bedrooms when she looked upand saw a little boy standing in the
doorway to the master bedroom. Sheguessed he was about four years old.
He was wearing overalls with a longleaved white shirt underneath and tennis shoes.
His hair is almost white, itwas so bland, and he had blue
eyes. He just looked at herfor a moment, and then he was

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gone, along with the little ghostboy. Amber's house on Hardwood Trail was
constantly making her family's second guess whatthey saw or heard. All of them,
even her dad, who never believedin anything even remotely paranormal, would
hear a radio playing in the middleof the night. They would get up
and check every room in the houseto make sure there was nothing on,

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or they would even check outside tosee if someone was blasting the radio,
but everything was silent. They couldn'tmake out the song or what the voices
were saying, but it was evento tell that it was like an old
timey radio station of some sort.Several nights they would be woken up by
the radio playing and could never figureout where it was coming from. To
add to that, I remember onenight when I was sleeping over at Amber's

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house and we were watching the movieGrease in her living room. There was
a nightlight plugged into the end ofthe kitchen counter that started flickering erratically before
turning off. I always had thesame feeling of being watched in her house
too. Now fast forward fifteen yearsand Amber currently lives in a house on
Iron Oe that's about five doors downfrom the house she grew up in on

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Hardwood Trail. When she had herdaughter, she got a great o baby
monitor to set up in her roomand a noise machine to help her sleep.
At first, they just used thewhite noise setting on there, since
they just wanted it to not beso silent. But one night she was
sitting out in the garage with hermom and her husband Patrick and had the
monitor with her. All of asudden, they hear a man's voice coming

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from the monitor. They couldn't makeout what he was saying or anything at
first, and thought it was justinterference from a neighbor or something. But
then that old timey music started andit's not just like the radio she heard
all of those years before the nextmorning, she changed the machine to play
lullaby and never used the white noiseagain. While visiting the house on Iron
Oak, Amber's mom was in afront bedroom when she heard Amber's oldest daughters

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say hello. When turning to look, she realized she was alone. The
voice wasn't faint or quiet, though, like a person standing right next to
her had said hello. But hergranddaughter had been in the kitchen on the
other side of the house the wholetime. When I got to college,
one of my professors brought in aparanormal investigator to talk to us about the

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haunted history of the oldest building oncampus. Of course, this was like
the highlight of my semester, andI took the opportunity to chat with him
about my childhood home. You see, my neighborhood has a sad history.
There was a family that lived ina house like mine at the end of
my street in nineteen eighty nine.The husband was not a good man.
He had a successful business, butstashed all of his earnings at the office,

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forcing his wife and three children tolive off of o'meal. His shitty
ways finally caught up to him andhis business shut down, he took up
a paper route in the neighborhood.He and his wife were going through a
nasty divorce and were in quite acustody battle over their three small children.
One morning after his paper route,while the mom was asleep on the couch,
the husband decided if he couldn't havethe kids, no one could.

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So he barricaded himself and his childrenin one of the bedrooms in the home,
with the dining room table made froman antique door that was given to
them by my next door neighbors.He set the room on fire, killing
himself and the kids. I toldthe investigator about the happenings in my home
and my friend's home. I alsotold him about the sweet babies who lost

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their lives much too soon due degreedand anger. He solidified my thought that
day about why these things were happeningin our houses. The spirits of this
broken man and his children were drawnto our houses because they were familiar and
close by. The kids probably wantedto play or be seen, which is
why they stole items, tossed mytoys, and appeared to Amber's mom.

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The darker feeling was the man hoveringover me. While I slept, or
following me in the halls, openingand closing doors, whistling between the houses.
The investigator said Amber probably had moreintense occurrences because her house was closer
to the house where it happened.It made me wonder if other people in
the same floor plan ever had weirdhappenings in their home. My parents still
live in that house, and nowmy kid's been the night in my old

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room when they stay with them.They are nine and sicks, and neither
have ever said anything about eerie oruneasy feelings while sleeping there, though even
at thirty seven, I still getweird vibes. Hi everyone, my name
is Raven and I'm the host ofRogue Darkness podcast as part of the Darkest
Network. In an honor of SpookySeason, I wanted to share a personal

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story with you that I can onlydescribe as paranormal. I've had several odd,
and what I would personally consider paranormalexperiences, from a plethora of shadow
people encounters, to taps and thudsfrom within the walls, to scene someone
coming up the stairs when in realityno one was there. The story I'm
going to be telling you had happenedto be close to fifteen years ago,

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when I was babysitting one of mymom's friends children. They had one of
those toy Ouiji boards that glows inthe dark that you can find at most
toy stores, complete with a plasticplanchet, not something most would deem as
a legit Wiji board used to communewith the dead. At that point in
time, I had never played withanything like that before, so I wanted
to give it a try to seeif we could make any type of contact

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with the other side. So meand the girl sat down at their kitchen
table and each one of us putour fingers on the planchet. She asked
if anyone was there with us,but there was no response. We waited
a few minutes, then I askedthe same question as anyone here in the
room with us. Still no response. We did this for about ten minutes

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with no response. I ultimately gotbored of nothing happening, so we decided
to stop trying. We moved theplanchet over goodbye, and then put way
the board. After the board wasput back with the rest of their myriad
of board games, we decided toplay hide and seek, which to this
day is still one of my favoritegames. We decided to play hide and

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Seek in their basement, which washuge and not to mention, unfinished,
so it definitely had a bit ofa creepy factor to it. I counted
first. I decided to stand atthe bottom of the basement stairs with my
eyes closed, and then began countingaloud. The whole time I was counting,
it felt like I was being watched, but I just assumed it was
her making sure I wasn't peaking.Once I got to ten, I started

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looking for her. It took mea while to find her, but the
creepiest part was the whole time Iwas looking, I felt like she was
right around the corner, but everytime I got to a new area,
she was nowhere to be seen.The immense sense of being watched by something
unknown it hung extremely heavy in theair. When I finally found her,

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she was giggling, saying that shewas surprised it didn't find her right away.
I told her it felt that shewas in other spots because I felt
a presence wherever I looked. Thisclearly creeped her out, and her face
went from giddy to extremely spooked.She then told me to run upstairs,
so I did, my heart poundingwith every step. When we got back
upstairs, she told me that thereason she was surprised at didn't find her

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right away was because she could havesworn she saw me walk past where she
was hiding at least three times.It's as if both of us were seen
and hearing things that weren't really there. Now, whether or not this was
something that came from the Wuiji boardto have a little fun with our hide
and seek game, we may neverknow. The whole ordeal was extremely creepy,
but luckily nothing bad happened, Andthe only thing I can say is

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that I don't think any paranormal experiencesI've had since are a result of playing
with that board, especially since Ihad been having those paranormal encounters well before
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