Morbid - Episode 462: Listener Tales 74 with Jon Lee Brody

Episode Date: May 25, 2023

We've got a listener tale up in here!! This week we are joined by Alaina's #bffAF, the one and only Jon Lee Brody. On today's installment we feature stories of spooky road adventures, badass moms, asshole friends & some demon encounters.Check out That Was Pretty Scary New episodes every Wednesday!If you have a listener tale that you would like to send in please do so and direct it to [e-mail] with "Listener Tale" somewhere in the subject line :)See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Brody of that was pretty scary. Thanks for being here, John. Well, thanks for having me as a proud weirdo of, first of all, happy five year anniversary of the Mordid podcast because I've been a proud weirdo for those five years and it's what the wood anniversary so would it be nice if we get five more years? Someone else wants to say hi hold on. Shelby is about to make an appearance and I'm gonna lose my mind. Where is Shelby? Oh my god, look at that coagie. Shelby!

Shelby! Shelby! Is she feeling so much better. She is feeling better and I think she wants to take her nap right now. She's like, I'm not working right now. She's like, Dad, I'm not a show pony. All right, I want to do my show. I love Shelby.

She knew she must have known. She heard Jarl's voices because she hears her voice all the time but I always had the podcast on. So she she's like wait a minute. Are they here? I love that love it. She is so cute. I know them Why do they sound familiar? I know well This is special because it's the five-year anniversary like months and your are like special guests of the month I love the end. It's also API Heritage month and it's mental health awareness month.

So we got the trifecta going on and it's very exciting. And I've, it's crazy because I feel like I've known you two. Well, I have known you two for five years. But now we actually know each other. We're working together and it's a very special dynamic. And it's just, it's all, I have it all kind of culminate here. It's very, very special. It is. This is really fun. We're really excited for this. And I know everybody has been obsessed

with that was pretty scary. People are loving it, including me and me. I'm so glad to hear that. We got a long road ahead and we'll get to our five-year anniversary for that in good time. And also, there was a really positive response to my Instagram little mini deep dive. So I'll be doing more of those to anyone who is enjoying that. There will be more of those coming. I think one won't be coming this week. So this should be a more good stuff. I'm glad people like it. We certainly love doing it and we love work with y'all and we love all our listeners too. We're so happy happy to have you and I love those deep dives. They're so fun. Those are huge. There's more. There's more Just That might be a longer list than our list of horror movies

I'm the person that's always looking at those little details and I like to just shine a light on those things So that people go, oh wait. yeah, it's not just a happy accident that's happening. There may be a calculated move in terms of why that's there. I think that's awesome. Get the inside scoop. Yeah, and I think what works with your show is that it's like such good perspectives, like it's a different perspective than just taught, like even like we have scream and it's just like three, you know three idiots talking about horror movies but it's like it's fun. I have no insight whatsoever. That's fun but like it's really fun to hear it from like professionals on either side of the situation. So I think it's like a brilliant idea for a show. Oh thank you. Well and it's a lot of thanks to you for going for the idea because I know Freddie

it was on like a random general meeting meeting because you all have the same manager. And then he called me and said, hey, I think we got this whorepoc as ideas going to go in a different way. I'm like, oh, okay, great. And I was like, I was log for the ride. Yeah, and Freddie's my big brother. And so to work with someone that you were the close with,

like you two, you two are obviously best friends and everything, that's Freddie and myself. And he came up in the industry a lot sooner than I did when he was doing she's all that. I was in junior high. So, I'm saying. Yeah, I mean, and everybody won.

Every guy wanted to be Zack Siler and high school. Oh, yeah. None of us succeeded. I didn't. Maybe a couple of it. No, you guys are like the sweetest. Freddie, that really was what it was. We had like a random meeting with him and we were like,

he is so kind. The kindest. So nice. And it was just such a good idea. And we were like, how do we not jump on this? Exactly. Well, I'm glad you did. I'm glad we're here.

And I'm glad to be honored to be here for listener tales and the part of the flagship, the mothership podcast of the morbid network. Yes. And we heard you have a tale to start a soft with. Yes. So this is for my good friends back home in Palatine, Illinois. Shout out to all my friends who I went to friend high school with.

Even the ones that made fun of me. They're now pretending to be my friend because they love morbid. But what about my god? You gave me so much street cred with the people. It's really giving me our dive. It's funny. I'm going to love it. You gave me so much street cred with the people that actually gave me our dive. It's funny how I'm like. I'm glad. Screw them.

Exactly. But keep listening and subscribing to Morbid. Exactly. Yes, please keep on keeping that going. So there are these two haunted roads in Barrington, Illinois, which is about 15 minutes away from my hometown of Palatine, Illinois. And the origin stories are a little murky. They kind of vary a little bit. It's like the Joker

in the Dark Knight. He keeps telling a different origin story of how he got his scars. So we don't exactly know when this originated, but there's a roco Cuba road, which leads to this cemetery called the White Cemetery. So this does go back to the 1800s, and whether a white cemetery means white only I don't know. I don't know if I really want to go there. But considering there is a very heavy mafia and gangster influence in Chicago, we're talking the Al Capone's and the John Dillinger's, I'm guessing that that might have had something to do with it or maybe that's for they bury their victims or whatever.

So Cuba Road is known to be a haunted road which leads to the cemetery. It intersects with this other road called Rainbow Road, which leads to this secluded house, which apparently back in the day was this prominent like Scrooge McDuck's house, Richie Rich's house. It was a symbol of this wealth that you would never, ever in your wildest dreams get. And the rumor is now that at one point, it was actually an insane asylum. And the building was abandoned. There's a rumor that there was a house on Cuba road that burned down years ago. And the ghosts of the woman who lived there is still there and looking over the land and apparently gets angry if you try to get out and see where the house was. She's like, get off my lawn. Yeah.

She's, I think she's the OG of get off my lawn. I love that. Maybe that's why she's so angry because people are using her phrase and not giving her royalties, which that does, that does play into the WGA strike. So maybe our old lady on the, uh Road is the the OG of fair practices and fair pay. Topical. We support. Maybe that's all she wanted. We support. Well, my whole interpretation of ghost is we we tend to think that every ghost is going to be evil because we have like ghost busters. We think the exorcist. That's just how the portrayed on screen.

But there's also Casper, the friendly ghost who just magically died as a kid and is just lingering in whip staff. I'm going off of the Casper movie. I came out in the 90s, but we're seeing a reechee. Yeah, with the human version being Devonsawa. And every guy was jealous of Devonsawa because it's like, wait, every girl like Devonsawa. I don't look like Devonsawa. There's no hope for me.

It was the hair. Shout out to Devonsawa. Anyways, I digress. It was the hair shot at the Devon stuff. I digress. It was. By the time we all got our driver's license, it is the right a passage was you have to drive Cuba road because that's the urban legend we grew up with. So fun.

I love this. If you're really a tough guy, if you're really a man, man, because remember, this is the late 90s, early 2000, people still talk like that. If you're really a man, you're going to drive down Cuba road. I'm like, Oh, okay, I mean, I don't know how my that correlate. I don't know. I was like, I don't know how my anatomy and like this, I don't know how this ties into the science of whether I'm a male or not. But okay, let me just go to this because it's high

school. We want to be cool. Yeah. And I remember as me, my best friend growing up Chris Ryerson. So shout out to Chris Ryerson who started up as a teacher in Barrington now. And wow. I was texting them last night. And like, hey man, do you remember when we drove Cuba Road with shout out to I think it was our friend Lauren, Jackie and Connor. And I think we were trying to impress them just like how brave we were. Give her a ride. This is amazing already. It's taking me back.

Oh my god. It's got an nostalgic feel to it. It does. And it's taking me back the more I speak out loud about it. It's funny how memories work. They're pretty dormant in our brain, but the moment you bring it up, you're like, oh wow, like the whole flash of memories come back.

Details. You can roll in. Yeah, you're like, oh wow, like the whole flash of memories come back. Details, you can roll in. Yeah, you can like smell it. Yeah. And it was our other friend, Pat, who was also in the car. So Pat's the friend who, you know, you are the asshole friend, but they're your asshole. So it's okay. Oh, yeah, absolutely.

And I'm leaving his last thing out because he's a college basketball coach. So I don't want to get him in any trouble. But he's the asshole friend. But you know, you know who you are. You know, I love you, but you aren't asshole. I'm not. We feel that.

Yeah. So we're driving down. Cupid like, I'm going to do this thing and like, guys, we got to play a cool, if it got to be cool, I didn't know how to, I don't know how to play a cool now. Like let them go on at the age of 16, 17, 18, like, what am I doing? But whatever they do it on TV, how hard can it be? So we're driving down Cuba road and right away, and this is something we always heard about, there's these little white

and green orbs of light that this isn't just reflecting from our headlights or anything, these things are like following us, they're like kind of surrounding the car. And there's no street lights on Cuba road. So you're like, what is this? You're like, this is not a reflection. This defies science. And all it took was one of the girls to say, oh my God, do you see that? And then all of a sudden, once they said that, and we saw that, we couldn't unsee it.

And then all of a sudden, in my mind, I'm like, oh, wait, maybe this isn't just an urban legend. I don't want to get it, this is how my story ends. Like, do I never like get to be Zach Sather and she's all that? Like, like, no, like, I wasn't going to be prom king anyway, but there was at least a chance if I was alive, it's going to happen. And so now I'm like, I'm driving in my mom's Volvo 850, which she still has at this day because we're Korean.

We don't get rid of anything. So just to her. Shadow to her. And my mom's Volvo 850 what she still has at this day because we're Korean. We don't get rid of anything. So just to our garage shout out to her. Yeah, shout out to my mom. My mom, who is the real superhero and with mother's day coming up, a K super hero's day. She's for sure is that. But my mom's Volvo and we're listening to like DMX or whatever.

Mixed CD mix. She's like, I'm with. Yes. Mixed CD. Mixed. I was like, I'm here with you. I am literally there. All of a sudden party up was not as an upbeat tune. And the worst ass for tuning. I was trying to be a bit cheaper. It became ominous.

Oh, yes. And then then again, you hear of DMX's back story. So maybe that's all I'm brand. That's true. All small. It was being foretelling of the news. We're going to get about DMX's backstory. So maybe that's all I'm grand. Everything. It was being foretelling of the news we're going to get about DMX years from then. So we're seeing these orbs of light and now we're getting to the cemetery. And I

swear I saw a car turn into the cemetery. That's weird. People are here at night and we go down there. There's no car. Now, like I swear to you, this happened. I'm like, okay, you all saw that, right? Like, yeah, there was a car. I, like, I swear to you, this happened. I'm like, okay, you all saw that, right? Like, yeah, there was a car. I'm like, yeah, we saw like some car points of the cemetery, which one, that's I think a red flag when we're there at eight o'clock, it's pitch black. Sure. On this, you know, I think maybe I don't think it's an unincorporative road, but it certainly felt that way. And so we get to the cemetery, we don't see anything, but we still see the orbs of light. And this is before you could just get on your smartphone and Google stuff. We couldn't film anything because we didn't have that capability. Unless I took

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myself like, what are you talking about? This is not what you're like, we agree to be staying the car. Like a bad action movie of the 80s. Like, no, like, don't you know what, Like in last action hero, don't you know what happens when the partner goes with? He gets killed. Like you got to stay in the car. You know what, the classic Pat.

It is classic Pat. Yeah, he was on a different mission to really prove like, oh, I'm on the alpha of this group. Yeah. Sure. Sure, Pat. What are you? I love you.

I love you. But sure, Dan. So he's like, he gets out of the car and we're like, Chris and I are looking at each other like, we're going to, you know, like, we're going to have to go with him, but we also can't leave everybody here. So we're trying to figure out what's going on.

He takes two steps out of the car and it was like, before Jordan Peel even had the idea for this, basically we see Paco, nope. He doesn't even go there. And that was kind of the end of that. But then we remember there's rainbow road. And we said, okay, if we're here, we got to check out rainbow road.

And which is crazy to me because at this point, I'm not going to lie, I'm a little creeped out. Because as much as people want to say, there's no just thing as ghost like you can't definitively prove that there are or there aren't. That's that's my interpretation of it. Unless you can conclusively prove just like we can prove two plus two equals four that you can prove there are not ghosts. I'm open to all possibilities. That's always how

my brains worked. Yeah. So that's my thinking. I'm like look first of all My curfew is like 1130 Hell that no theory like a Worry Korean mom wanting where her son is on a Saturday night. It let him on. She knew we're on some haunted road in Burrington doing whatever you got her ball though. I have her Volvo 850. The same part that Sally Field drove and Mrs. Dalfire just went. Yep. Yeah, it's the give you a visual. Yeah, you just that car was. That was very facial. It took you right there. I really did. For 20th century Fox. So shout out to Mrs. Dalfire and Sally Field. So we're like, all right, well, we're here.

I'm looking at my watch. I'm like, OK, it's 10 30. I got another hour before I got to get everybody home and meet my curfew. Because I legitimately was the kid who would get grounded and wouldn't be able to go out the next weekend if I was there like a minute later than my curfew. Oh, yeah.

So like, why are there such a thing in this island on Rainbow Road? Okay, all right. So we drive down there. I swear I heard police lights. I'm like, okay, like maybe the police are shutting it down because too many people go there and they just want to usher people out or maybe people who actually live there on Cuber Road were like, man, fuck these guys that are trying to look around all the time. It's like, I'm just trying to live our life here. Like, maybe there's nothing wrong. So like we're like looking around, looking around. I sway, we heard, I swear, we saw police lights and sirens. We get down further. There's nothing there. What the fuck? So I'm like, okay, this is this is strange again. So like, well, which way? Which

way do we go to this same inside of them? And I was like, I don't know. I'm like, what do you mean? You don't know. Who's your idea? Like, I just want to do Cuba road. You want to do rainbow road now? What's going on? I don't know why my voice is so high now, but this is what I was scared. And like, I'm not exaggerating. I'm pretty sure.

I like, I did. You know, that sort of tone, but also not trying to show that I was that scared. So we're turning right. We don't see it. We're in like pitch black. And now I'm going from scared to kind of being like pissed. I'm like, what the fuck guy? Like it was enough to do Q. But you had you had to just take it too far. Now we got to go here. We look down the other side

and we do see just this iron gate. And like, okay, I think we, oh no, I think we found it. And it's this really ominous and dark long driveway right out of a Tim Burton movie? Except not as welcoming. It's like Tim Burton movies as creepy as they are. They're like, you're still like, I wanna go there. Yeah, there's a joke. This was like, this was like, Bizarre Tim Burton.

Yeah, where it's like no. A level below Tim Burton. So you shall it's like level below Tim Burton. You shall not go and you shall not pass was basically the, the thing here Pat once again's like, oh my god, is that it? Like we should hot the fence. We should do this. I'm like, where are you? Like, who? Tim at Pat? Why are you giving the ideas here? Who brought you here? Oh, wait, it was me. Oh, wait, it was me because you're our, it was me, because you're our asshole friend.

Again, I love you Pat, but still, it's going to be the running joke. Every time I come on, we'll do a shout out to my asshole. Shout out to asshole Pat. Yeah, shout out to asshole Pat. I'm here for it. So we see that. So we all actually make a choice. Like, OK, let's all get out of the car.

We all get out of the car. It's like all for one, one for all. We got to be let's, let's all get out of the car. We all get out of the car. We all, let's like offer one, one for all. We got to be, let's do this. So we get pretty close to this, like iron gate. And then I swear, like I saw, we saw like headlights coming towards us. Like, oh, no, no, no, like this could be a ghost car. This could be this. So we never got too far into exploring what the house could be or what it isn't.

There are legends that say some people have hopped the gate and they actually get into the abandoned ruins of the house and they make it down to the basement. We're apparently, I have no way to confirm this or deny it. So I'm just gonna state that this is what I've heard. So I'm not saying this is a fact to anybody listening. But apparently if you make it to the basement of this supposed

abandoned insane asylum, there's like bloody pentagrams painted on the floor and stuff like that. And then I remember the mob backstory of Chicago because John Dillon, Jure and Al Capone used to always come up to the north suburbs to escape Chicago a little bit for little R&R or whatever. But it's also very possible that they could have used this abandoned place to hide some of the dead bodies. Or, you know what I mean? So that's where my brain goes now. Back then it's like, dude, I gotta get home for curfew. It's like, no matter.

And I don't want to look like a whist in front of these girls. Because that was so important to me. So once we saw the headlines, we're just all like, okay, guys, we gotta go like, because if the cops get us, like, we're all screwed and we were all like athletes and we all had stuff to do. And like if we all got in trouble,

that actually would be pretty dire consequences for school. And me, I'm terrified of what would happen if I got in trouble with the, I'd be more afraid of my mom than the police. Let's just do that. So I was like, I would've been safer in jail. Yeah. I don't want to even play with this. Exactly. So that was my personal tale of Cuba and rainbow road and that we went a couple of other times and the other times weren't as intense as the first

time because you're going in, you don't know what to expect. Yeah. You've heard people tell you stories, but I swear, those orbs, everyone I've talked to you that's been there. They say the same thing. The orbs like surround your car and they follow you. They're not just light refractions and I'm not an expert in physics or anything. But again, there's no street noise. I don't where were these where they come from. So there's a belief that these are the spirits of Cuba road, kind of being guardians.

And I would hope that they're just nice ghosts and they're hoping that you're not going to kill anybody else. That's what I was kind of thinking that they were like surrounding your car to be like, hey, you shouldn't go back. Like don't go now. Don't go this way. It was it was the Devonsauk cast basically saying like, you don't go like, can't keep you. I was just gonna say saying can I keep you? That one line changed everything for a whole generation. Yeah and you know it can only be said by Devon Salah circa the 90s. If I try to say that any man tried to say it's a wrap. It would be like, oh, this turned

into a worm movie. Devon Sauer at the end. Let's go. Absolutely. You can keep me. Yeah. It's up there with my favorite line deliveries of all time. It's up there with back to the future three when Martin McFly just has his realization about being called chicken and he just looks at mad dog tanning and goes, he's an asshole. So it's like it's up there with. It's on car with that in terms of such iconic line delivery. So so that was my personal tale of Cuba road rainbow. So to be a 17, 18 year old kid who's, you know, just first of all trying to figure out who the fuck he is as a person, which I really haven't figured out. I mean, it's really in recent years, I figured that out, but trying to look cool on these girls with your friend. I'll also try not

to be the worst of the group sort of thing. Not that I think I am, but look, when you're doing with the supernatural, anything goes, you don't know what's going to happen. I was going to say, I'm not trying to mess with that. No way. So yeah, and I did put a thing out on my Facebook last night, to any of my hometown friends, if they had any stories they wanted to tell me that may have been intense. And I would love to share a couple with you. Yes, please do. This first one is from Kristen Kanig. So shout out to you, Kristen Kanig, who actually helped, she actually planned our,

our 20 year reunion last year. Oh, damn. So shout out to you, Kristen, for doing that. I don't know why you got tasked with such a thankless. Yeah, I was gonna say damn. So she wrote this on my Facebook, I drove along Cuba past the old cemetery and saw the floating orb of light that follows you. Also got lost searching rainbow row for the asylum traveled along a creepy little side room that turned out to be someone's driveway. Once we realized and turned, tried to turn around a man burst out of his house with a shotgun and scared the shit out of us. What?

Okay. And then she also mentioned that there is also an urban legend that if you stop on the train tracks and honk your horns three times, a ghost train will come. I love those kind of urban legends. Those are the most fun. Yep. We never found the train track and we did look another time, but we never found that. And maybe I probably should have just gone there during the daytime to get a GI. If I was smart back then, but that's just not what happened.

And Kristen B. Shammel said, a bunch of my friends and I drove there way back in our day, late in the fall, and we saw a faint green light, not orbs more like Aurora, Borealis style, green light emanating from that graveyard. A couple of the guys got out and went in with a flashlight to see what was going on because they thought someone was pranking or left glow sticks out there, but came back after a few minutes with no answers, but both were freaked out because one of them was sure someone tapped them lightly on the shoulder. He went around and no one was there, and our other friend parentheses flashlight guy wasn't close enough to have done it. To this day,

they still get quite uncomfortable when we talk about it. Oh, like the chilly willies. Yeah, they got. Right. Yeah. And, uh, so it's, it's fun to first of all, hear people from people that I haven't, um, heard from in a long time. And some of the others share with me that they heard those same urban legends and nothing really happened. But for everyone of those, there's those other stories like from the two Christians. I didn't even put that in the phone now. No, it's good to say.

That it's a wild, wild thing. And I think that sort of stuff is fun. And, you know, but also I'm glad I'm in the comfort of my own home and it's just, it's a big enigma. And I kind of hope that they make a movie out of it. Maybe I'm gonna make that movie. And you should. You must. I was thinking it could be,

you ever seen the Curacao movie, Rashomon? I have no, but I've heard of it. So Rashomon in the nutshell was basically a singular event, but from different perspectives and how our perspectives can, uh, make the story a little different with the same result, but the journey getting there is different. So I figured because yeah, yeah, so I figured because there's so many different stories and different interpretations. I think that's how you structure the movie. It's just maybe these different tales, almost analogous juxtaposed, almost pulfiction style,

culminating into like, Keeper Road and what the single, I think, happening there and what everybody thinks they saw or didn't see. Oh, that would be so cool. I wanna see that. And then we can compliment that with a morbid episode with a deeper dive in the Keeper Road. Yeah. mean, so it's just cross the voting. All right. I think we have a game plan, guys. TM. Oh, yeah. TM TM TM. That's ours. So thank you for letting me share

my story of Cuba Road. This is a it's taking me back to my teen years. I love that. Quite a bit ago. Yeah. I like the good one. Thank you for sharing. I like the Aurora, Borealis green coming out of the graveyard. I could like picture. Immediately. I was like, oh, I want to go there. I want to go to those ruins now and see the pentagrams and I know.

Maybe field trip. I was just going to say field trip. I would love to host you both in my hometown because we'll do the keeper road thing, but also there's smunky dunkers, which is the only place I get donuts. It's in my hometown of Palatine. That's that's sold it. We love it. Donut. Concerned or several. And my cousin Natalie is like the head of marketing for Luma Nadi's pizza. So we'll get some deep dish pizzas, uh, throw on our way as well. So I just I would love to host you to my hometown and be cool to just do like a little side quest

with the morbid girls. Hell yeah. See, you just gotta double hell yeah. I'm fighting. I'm fighting. Send us dates. Yep, let's go. Hashtag made it.

Our people will call your people. Let's make this happen. It's happening. It is absolutely happening. Oh, now I want to talk to you. It's Shelby to join us too. Well, Shelby part of the adventures as well. So that'll be a great, great thing.

Shelby is part of the squad, as far as I'm concerned. Hell yeah. That's our girl right there. MUSIC What makes a person a murderer? Are they born to kill or are they made to kill? I'm Candice D long and on my podcast Killer Psychie Daily, which you can find exclusively on Amazon music, I share a quick 10 minute rundown every weekday on the motivations and behaviors of the criminal masterminds you read about in the news. I have decades of experience as a psychiatric nurse, FBI agent and a criminal profiler.

On Killer Psychie Daily, I'll give you my expert perspective on cases like the mysterious New York City drugings, Breaking Down Lori Vallow, a.k.a. Mommy Doom stays motives and what drove Caitlin Armstrong to murder. I'll also bring on expert guests who add even more insight into these criminal minds. I promise you won't regret adding these 10 minutes to your morning routine. Hey Prime members, listen to the Amazon Music exclusive podcast Killer Psychie Daily in the Amazon Music app. Download the app today. in the haunting of room 118. Obsessed. By Sarah. Brought to you by Sarah.

It says, What's up you wonderful weirdos? My name is Sarah spelled the correct way with no extraneous consonants little winky face. I love the pod and have been skipping around the episodes for the last several months. I've never been much into true crimes, into the true crime genre,

but decided to give it a go when your podcasters recommended to me by a coworker. I love spooky shit, but decided to give it a go when your podcasters recommended to me by a co-worker. I love spooky shit, but tend to gravitate more towards ghost stories and paranormal type things, rather than true crime, because honestly, the real life shit is way more terrifying because real life or real death. Accurate. And it freaks me out.

I don't always have nightmares, but when I do, it's the kind where you can't distinguish between dreaming and being awake. Yes, I said that like the world's most interesting man from the Dose-Ecky's commercials. Stay spooky, my friends. We'll do. Anyway, I've been listening for a while, but the HBGB's got the better of me, and I had to take a break after having a nightmare involving Richard Rumeras. Oh!

That's right. The night's stalker to set his stock at my way into, his way into my dreams one night recently and proceeded to chase me through the halls and classrooms of the high school where I currently teach. I don't love that for you. Being a teacher in these times is scary enough. I don't need some psycho killer thrown into the mix,

sheesh, and you are right. Being a teacher is scary enough now. And we appreciate you. They don't pay me enough to deal with that level of bullshitery, and you would think that the terror would stop there, but plot twist. My mother decides to make an appearance in the scholastic hellscape. My subconscious has so elegantly designed, and is waiting in my classroom to convince me to sit down with Mr. Ramirez for a nice chat chat because he is, and I quote, a lovely young man.

Excuse me while I schedule an emergency session with my therapist because I feel like there's a lot to unpack here. So needless to say, I stepped away from the pod for all of about 24 hours. What can I say? Y'all are just too good at what you do. No need to fully hold onto your butts,

but maybe make sure they are secure in case we encounter any turbulence. I'm quite proud of the fact that I've lived most of my life free from supernatural encounters. It's somewhat an achievement, considering I grew up in Uber, rural Georgia, and spent a few years of my young life involved in a pentacol stil church, where belief in the supernatural is very real.

Thanks speaking in tongues, spirit possession, all that sort of carrying on. Anywho, after graduating high school in way back times, 2006, my vintage. I'm 2004, so. You got me too. There you go. 2014.

Woof. Right. Stabbed, right in the chest. I attended Carson Newman College in another rural town in the foothills of the Appalachian or Appalachian Mountains, which one is it? I think we've even told more often that it's Appalachian. I'm going to go with that. I think that is.

Appalachian. I had a softball scholarship, not super relevant, except to denote my tough girl status into late blooming lesbianhood and subsequent detachment from my alter conservative religious upbringing, shrug, shrug. All female athletes were housed in Butler Hall, named for the late birdie maple's butler. It's a grandiose three-story brick dormitory

complete with classical Grecian facade. Oh, that sounds beautiful. That does. I, that sounds beautiful. That does. I was just thinking, and in the lobby of the dorm, Hung Birdie's portrait, see the first attached image, and they put an image of him. Note the crepe factor of the eyes.

Birdie is a woman. Or I meant her, sorry. So Old Bird, there she is. Birdie. Very regal birdie. Gorgeous, gorgeous, girly. So Old Bird, a former graduate and faculty member of the college had made a sizable contribution

towards the construction of the dormitory in the early 50s. Apparently bestowing a ludicrous amount of cash to an institute of higher learning is enough to get your name on a building, but not enough to have a say in the location of said building. Because the brilliant minds behind the construction decided it was a fine idea

to plop a girl's dormitory in the front yard of an old-isfuck cemetery. Oh, oh. Sidebar. It is not a fine idea. Side, sidebar. I'm still convinced there are graves under the foundation of the dorm.

Side, side, sidebar. The threat of dead bodies didn't deter my friends and me from sledding down the cemetery hill by the dorm on cafeteria trays. Oh my God. Also the dorm shares a property line with an abandoned hospital, insert EBGBs. So when I moved into Butler Hall my freshman year, I managed to snag a sweet, sweet, on a first floor of the East Wing of the building, room 118. Most residents lived on the East Wing floors because the West halls were always vacant,

and we were told a myriad of reasons why. Mold electrical issues, plumbing problems, hauntings, etc. I love that it goes from mold, electrical plumbing, hauntings, you know, like just what have you throw that in there. Well naturally the little asterisk about hauntings caught my attention. And after some light reading through the annals of the college's history, I discovered that many of these stories that cropped up over the decades featured the ghost of the one and only birdie maple's butler.

Gaspo. But it really wasn't too big a deal because no one lived in those halls, right? Well, sort of. A few years before I arrived, a fraternity on campus had managed to obtain permission to host an annual haunted house in those abandoned halls of Butler dorm. That was actually quite surprising, because Carson Newman is a conservative Baptist school, and this particular haunted house, dubbed Frightmare Manor, was not some light-hearted, cheap-ass carnival funhouse. I'm talking scenes of demonic conjuring,

dismemberment, goring abundance, chicken gizzards and livers. Sign a waiver, Typonted House. Damn. That's wild. Complete with gallons of rather tasty, albeit realistic fake blood, can talk concocted from Hershey's syrup,

peanut butter for texture, corn syrup, and red food dye. That's interesting. Sounds like a good combo. We smelled like Reese's cups for weeks. I say we, because as soon as I heard about the open cast call, I decided to participate as an actor in the haunt, and it was totally red. Or whatever the youths are saying these days. I still say rad.

I still say rad. So that's rad. That's rad, right? I think that's rad. I think so. Every weekend in October, in the entire week of Halloween, residents of Butler Hall were serenaded with screaming, wailing, chain saws, and other spooky sounds that emitted from the rooms of the West Wing, from the basement to the second floor.

That sounds awesome. Sounds rad. Sounds fucking rad. Aside from the general creepiness of the scenes in the haunt, there always seemed to be a presence that most of the actors, myself included, were aware of. Like, something was watching us from just beyond the next shadow.

And occasionally, we would catch drafts of icy wind blowing down the corridors, despite the fact that the AC units on that side of the building had not worked in years. Yep, you bet I nooped my Reese's Cupass right out of there as soon as the hot clothes for the night. Hebe's and Gbe's galore. I thought for sure I'd be rid of those hebe-jeebies once the haunting season ended. And I went back to my comfy, heebie-jeebie-free zone on the East Hall. Nice wish, you naive child. I didn't say that she did.

That Christmas and keeping with the spirit of the season, I decided to help decorate the lobby of the dorm. Remember the creepy portrait of dear sweet birdie? Yeah, I hadn't forgotten her either. And after a night of good wholesome, Baptist college beer pong, my jolly and nebriate itself thought, hmm, this old lady looks a little too scrugey.

Let's decker halls. So I promptly cut out a quick Santa Claus hat and beard and taped that shit to the glass with confidence, confidence of Pablo, mother fucking Picasso. Had iPhones existed at the time, you best believe I would have plastered my handiwork all over the gram. I stumbled my way back to my room, pleased as could be, and filled with dare I say Christmas spirit, and promptly passed the fuck out. We only had a few weeks left before Christmas break, and every time I walked past

Burdy's portrait, I got a good laugh at the ridiculous decorations. But that was the wrong thing to do. I had a feeling. I don't think birdies get alike. You don't law that birdie, okay? No. I, birdie just has that vibe. Yeah. You don't law that birdie. No. About three weeks after my little craft, craft, copied, the spooky started.

The sportant looked like some, looked something like the second image after I added my festive, festive decor. I can't talk. Here's the second one. Birdie Santa Claus edition. Mind you, I didn't have a roommate at the time because the girl who had been my roomie got a promotion to RA on the second floor and moved out,

which fist pump the air heck yeah, I'll take the solar room that's gonna be so wheat. Bo-haha, oh my sweet innocent summer self shaking my head. That night upon the stroke of you guessed it, 3am. Dun dun dun. I was rudely awakened by distorted muffled screams coming from the massive 20-inch box TV on my dresser. The same massive 20-inch TV that I had turned off prior to going to bed, and whose remote control rested peacefully on my desk five or six feet away from the bed, where I sat now rigid and heart racing confused as fuck. The white static illuminated the room just enough for me to see my way over to the desk and retrieve the remote to turn the TV back off. It took a few minutes, but I managed to fall back asleep.

Still too disoriented to think clearly about the incident. So she just woke up to like blood-curdling screams and static on her TV and she was like, yeah, okay. A good night's rest is important. I guess so, all right. Sarah. Priorities, man. Priorities. You know, everybody scouted him. Sarah's a tougher chick than I. I would have burned my house down. And I also

played softball. I can't claim to be that tough. I played softball, but it's actually like, this is Sarah Connor from Terminator Beach. That would make more sense here. Yeah. Yeah. It took a few minutes, but I managed to fall back asleep to disoriented, of course, three weeks passed with no further disruptions. And I thought it had merely been a fluke until it happened again. Same time, 3am, same shit.

TV turning on, dystatic, and muffled screaming. I don't like that. Only this time, the closet light was on. No, no. Now I'm someone who requires complete darkness to go to sleep because ADHD be fucking around when there's any kind of illumination. Dumb, so I don't sleep with any kind of light on, and the closet was on the opposite side of the room for my bed, and again, the TV remote was on the desk. This time I managed to game some modicum of mental coherence to weakly vocalize what the actual fuck is happening.

And as the last syllable passed by my lips, the closet light clicked off. Oh! No, no, no, no, no, no, no. As though whatever or whoever was saying, oh my bad bro, I forgot you were asleep. Let me get the lights for you. Let me get the lights for you. That would have freaked me out so bad. I feel like that was just like fucking around with her.

I would have loved if she actually heard from the closet. Oh, my bad, bro. Like, I forgot you were asleep. Let me get to like, I want to change this story. The movie version, that's like, oh, it's okay. Oh, what? What?

But at this point, I'm like, nah, don't bother because I sure is shit ain't sleeping for the rest of the night. The following day, I recounted the story to my good friend and fellow Butler resident, M, who listened with interest and said as nonchalantly as can be, hmm, sounds like birdie is messing with you. Great, nothing says happy holidays

like a good old-fashioned haunting by the ghost of Christmas past. Well, I was thoroughly disturbed by her revelation, my inner Dean Winchester of supernatural fame. Had sparked a life and was running through old episodes of supernatural to remember how to 86 ago. Of course, salt and burn the bones, brilliant. Or would have been if I fancy desecrating Bertrude's final resting place, which I did not. Good, good. And actually had no idea where it was actually located. Even better.

I love how that was just like, yes, I will just burn the bones and salt them. It'll be fine. So I spent the next few nights anticipating her return to my room, and sure enough, 3 a.m. on the nose, TV static, closet light, and oh, lovely, the mini-fridge is now opening on its own. Like, Bertie is rooting around for a snack.

Something about that is really funny. A mini-fridge, just like opening and closing by itself. I like that visual. I like that. Yeah. That one doesn't feel as threatening. No, it's, that just feels silly. It's because it's small. Yeah, it's small.

It's small. You know? That would humanize the ghost for me. I'd be like, oh, I get it, you know, like in Casper when like, fatso, stretch, and stinky, they're humanize the ghost for me. I'm like, oh, you know, like in Casper, when like fatso stretch and stinky, they're eating food. Yeah, yeah. Ghost get hungry. Yeah, I love snacks. Looking for a snack. We got hummus. We got carrots. Help yourself. Let me know what you want me to stock in there. I'll do it. I just leave a post it. Exactly. I got a cost co membership. It's all good. Yeah, yeah. What do you like together? It's cool, Bertrood.

What do you like? I'll buy and bulk. At my witsend, I yelled into the semi-darkness, what the fuck, Bernie? Get a life and leave me the fuck alone. I don't know if that was quite the way you wanted to go about that. Yeah, that was mean. It's swear to dog in the midst of the static buzzing from the TV. I hear Santa Claus is coming to town. She said, get the socks off of my GD portrait right now.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had just shot the portrait. Birdie apparently was not a fan of her jolly old St. Nick get up and decided to seek retribution by freaking me the fuck out until I removed it. So I scooted my flannel clad ass out the door down the hall and skidded to halt in front of the damn portrait, ripping off the construction paper hat and beard and one sweeping yank. I love that they did it that night. They're like, you know what, I got you wrong.

I'm not waiting. I'll take care of this. I trashed the offending paper and tape and slumped away to my room. The eyes of Bertie Mabel's butler burning into my retreating backside, Bertrude. I peered cautiously around the door frame into my room and to my utter amazement and relief. The TV was off, the closet light was out,

and no sound or sign of any disturbance could be detected. Bertie had left the building. Well, not really the building, but at least she had returned to the west wing, seemingly appeased. But there was a little post in on the fridge that said, get more Oreos.

Ha-ha-ha. I never heard anything else out of birdie in my remaining time at Carson Newman. But I also never looked at Portrait in the eye again, though I could still feel her chilly gaze following me anytime I passed through the lobby. So that's it. I apologize for the lengthiness, though I could still feel her chilly gaze follow me anytime I pass through the lobby. So that's it. I apologize for the lengthiness, but what can I say?

We English teachers are a loquacious bunch. Oh, I like that word. I love that word. Don't forget to keep it weird, but not so weird. The UNWIDENINGLEAN SELT, the resident ghost of the oldest fuck creepiest millionaire namesake of your college dormitory. And she decides to haunt you right before Christmas because your drunk ass thought it would be funny to dress her

equally creepy as Bartred, a Santa Claus. Bye. That was a good one. That was a blast. That was really impressive. Oh great. Sarah, you need to be writing for like every movie and TV show. The, the, the writing of that is so good. I was really good. That was really good. I was there painting a picture.

Yeah. I liked that or maybe a portrait. Who? But I'm a Bertrood portrait. I love it. I'm waiting for the movie version of this too. Maybe Nick Cage will be this investigator and that he's going to go on.

He has to be. Must be. What's going on here, guys? There goes there. You know, I was treated as a statue. I like how southern you got tired of. Whatever man. Those are both fantastic and I loved them.

It felt right. Well, our next one is Listener Tales Haunted Roads. The time I let my teenagers talk me into dumb shit, and I know up to the fuck out of Hatchit Man Road, Michigan. Why did you know- why did you yes the fuck in to Hatchitman Road? After a split, yeah, that's absolutely terrifying. I would have always noped out of there. Me too. It says, hello ladies. Here is my listener tale of the time

I let my teenage daughters talk me into doing something. I knew better than to do and saw a demon ghost girl and had to nope the fuck out of there. Please excuse the bad grammar and punctuation. When I started this, I had a cold in my eardrum ruptured as well. Oh, that's fucking awful. That's horror.

That's my biggest fear. I think I get a new biggest fear anytime somebody tells us something awful. There it is. I kept myself busy for a small time doing this. Still not tech savvy. Yeah, no, still not tech savvy. So I did make you a puttafa,

but I didn't know how to double space it. I did make it a size 14 font for your viewing pleasure, though. So just know I tried. And we appreciate you. And this is perfect. I think it is double spaced. Hello, ladies. My name is Amber. And yes, you can say my name. You can also use my teenagers' names, because if you read this on the pod,

we will all just shit ourselves, just poop everywhere. So sorry. Not a good visual amber. Well, shit. No, I'm not. I'm not a good visual amber. I'm not a good visual amber. Well, shit. I'm not a good visual amber., just poop everywhere. I'm so sorry, not a good visual ever. Well shit.

Well shit, literally. That's some good shit. Well, let's start off with the normal gushing. We love you, you ladies have made us laugh and cry and feel so many emotions. I appreciate everything you ladies do and all the time you take to making sure you have all the facts while respecting all the victims and their families. Thank you. Thanks. We started listening to your pod during the pandemic. I had never listened a podcast before and you were the second one I'd found and I was hooked. Then they'd listen to me or then they'd listen to it with me in the car and soon

me listening without them would hurt feelings because they loved you just as much as I did. I love that. Thank you guys. Listen to our tales are their favorite and they've been begging me to send this in for a couple months, so I'm finally taking the time to do it. Hell yeah. So when I was a teenager, I grew up living about a mile from the creek.

This was the road, or this was a road that the pavement ended on and about a mile up was a one lane bridge that was over a small cold creek. It was Steph the creek. It was definitely not the most perfect area to smoke pod, an underage drink, a couple of beers that we've hidden from our parents during the week. No.

As far as my kids are concerned, their mother was a perfect angel who would have never done things like that. And that's definitely not why they never would get away with anything because I had never been there. Nor have I ever done that. Of course you have not. No me either. I believe that. No way Jose. Never. Now fast forward to last summer when I was talking to an old friend from that time period. And she said something about Hatchet Man Road. And I'm like, where? And she says the Creek Amber.

That place we used to hang out at is one of the most haunted roads in Michigan. Looking back, we'd never been there at night except one time when my brother's car broke down. It just wouldn't start. So we ended up walking home, and as it got dark, I had been terrified. I chalked it up to just being scared of the dark and my brother trying to scare me. So I of course tell my kids about it during one of their sleepovers, where they're all trying to scare each other. I tell them about how the man was scared of the apocalypse, built a bomb shelter

where he made them all live until he slowly went mad, then trying to spare his family of what he believed was coming. He murdered all of them with a hatchet and then killed himself. Damn, that's dark. And I love that you told that story at a sleepover. I know, I love it.

99 kids, bye. This turned into all four of them begging me to take them on a drive. you told that story at a sleepover. I know, I love it. Nighty night kids. Bye. This turned into all four of them begging me to take them on a drive down Hatchet Man Road. That was just some cool kids. I love those kids. And you're cool, Mom. At first, I said no, but let's face it.

I'm kind of a pushover. And I love all the spooky things. And I've definitely created these monsters of mine. So I cave, and I tell them all to load up. I feel that. Hatchet Man Road is still only a hop-skip and a jump away from where I live now, so it didn't take long for all of us to pull on to the dirt side of the road and come to a stop. Just a pause so I could roll down the windows and turn off the radio to set the mood,

while Alexis started recording on my phone and placed it back in the mount. It was fun, creeping at all of about six miles an hour and hearing all the cracks and breaks of the twigs and the chirping of the crickets, I'm there. I planned on trying to scare my kids like a good parent would. Of course. Asking if they saw that while actually seeing nothing.

And if they heard that while knowing it was just their own heavy breathing, you know, just character building. I love you, Amber. I do too. My oldest daughter Alexis, who 16 was sitting in the front with me while my middle daughter, Ashlyn 15, was in the back with two friends.

I can't wait for this with my kids. Oh my god. I can't wait until they're like 15 and 16 and I can do this stuff. You don't pick me up on the way, you're fake. Of course I will. Let's go. So Lex started doing the normal talk to the ghosties,

asking if anyone was there, if they were and if they wanted to talk to us, they could. But there was nothing much. So we come up to the creek and I pull over so they can get out for a minute and goof off. I get out with them and friend number one starts telling us that she's had some medium experiences and that she's sensitive. The other girls mainly Lex started rolling their eyes at her. So of course, I being the sensitive that I am

tried to validate her. When we all just got a terrible feeling and heard the loudest woman scream from the woods. No. I'm unsure of the kids at this point, but me being the whole last adult that I'm supposed to be at 35, stomach dropped, and I had zero issue at that point leaving a child if they did not get into the car fast enough. I will leave

your ass. You better get in this car. We are leaving. So as we all fumbled over each other tripping and getting into the car, we rolled up the windows and locked the doors because you know, ghosts can't get in if the doors are locked. Of course. As we flipped around and started to head out friend number two and Ash were giggling in the back seat about how she almost lost a shoe and what on earth was that scream when friend number one grabbed my seat and said there's a little girl and she's crying. No, I'd be out of there. I'd be like you get out of the car. No more. No more. Token roll, baby and roll, baby. I just got all quiet because I fuck that.

Indeed, fuck that. Oh my God, that's absolutely terrifying. Sorry, I lost my face. I would have laterally if she said that, I would have just turned around and then like, fuck that. Absolutely. Get out of the car. But then Alexis turned and looked at her all mean and says, you're full of it.

You're the only one saying those things to make yourself feel cool. I hit the brakes and was just like, what's wrong with you and why would you say that? Lex says, if there's really a ghost, make yourself known right now. I bet you won't though, because you're just a giant pussy. Oh, damn.

My jaw hit the floor. Friend number one said with a shaking voice says, Lexie, stop, you don't say things like that. She went full sense. She's dead. I even chime in and tell her to stop. We were just trying to have fun and now she was turning into a real jerk. She then started to throw her 16-year-old teenage attitude around and I just looked at her and said, that's it. We're going home. We're done.

You're being mean to the ghost. I tell the kids to make sure that they're buckled and apologize again to friend number one who's visibly shaken and pale. Alexis isn't a jerk like that. She loves all her friends. She's a really sweet, caring, and compassionate kid. It was at this exact moment I went to turn the phone recording off. When I looked at my phone that was pointed in front of the car, my blood ran cold or hot.

I don't actually recall if I knew the exact temperature, but I know that I couldn't feel my legs. I couldn't even talk. I had just hand nudged Alexis, and she started freaking out and soon all the girls in the car were shrieking. It was all I could do to reach up and push in the two buttons that screen shot in the trees.

You could see the perfect little image of a little girl with long hair hanging around her face, just past her shoulders, and in one of her hands was a teddy bear. I would pedal to the metal out of there. Goodbye. See you never fast in the fairies. That's like a straight up little girl.

With a teddy bear. With a teddy bear. The teddy bear makes it real. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, no. No, no, no, no, no. And then like part of me would wanna make sure

that it was like not a real little girl. Just like hung up in the trees. Yeah, oh, I hate it. I don't like it. I don't like it. So I look from the phone to the actual trees, and there's nothing. Okay, well, I guess you checked.

Now it's time to leave. But I look back at the camera and she's still fucking there. No. It's one of those things where you can't believe your own eyes. Open, close them, rub them, it doesn't go away. So it almost paralyzes you. But there she was standing in the trees. You could feel her, or no, no, sorry, you could see her from head, from her head to her feet. Black hair and a white knee length gown with the teddy hanging from her hand. Her eyes were all you could make of her facial features.

And it was the darkest, blackest holes I've ever seen. Samara. I literally hate this. David. I don't like it. Once I came back to the realization of what was going on and gathered my bearings with teenagers screaming on all sides of me, I hit the gas and very, very vocally said,

fucking no, fuck that, no fucking way. We were no longer doing six miles an hour to get the actual fuck out of the house. very vocally said, fucking no, fuck that, no fucking way. We were no longer doing six miles an hour to get the actual fuck out of there. We were actually levitating. We took flight. It was weird. All of a sudden we were just flying.

Yeah. In this moment, I no longer wanted to be the adult. I wanted my bed, my safe, and my warm bed. The one that has my big 230 pound burly husband in it. The same husband who probably would have said no and stuck with no, because even though he's not the responsible one in the relationship, he is not going to go go

sounding with teenagers at midnight. Nope, that was my dumb ass choice. So we finally get to the pavement. The whole mile we had to drive out feeling like an absolute eternity. And I head towards our house. It was a quiet ride until about halfway there. Lex turns to one to friend number one and says,

I'm really sorry I acted like that back there. I honestly don't know why I did. I just felt so angry and frustrated. And she says back to her, that's okay, it wasn't you. It was him making you feel that way. Oh, no. And every single hair I have stands up on the back of my neck. While girls, I have sage.

Every single one of you is getting someone we get home. And so is my car. The rest of the trip was all chatter from the girls laughing and giggling. And I just can't wait to get home and change my underwear that I'm pretty sure I've shot myself in. We pull into the driveway where we get out once again, tripping over each other to get into the house.

Ash immediately grabbed the sage, yeah, I did. And let it, well, let's start it. Let's start it mirroring the phone to the TV so we could all watch the video that we'd just taken. I went into my husband, still shaky, and not exactly sure if I could feel my legs yet, walking up to him, telling him he needed to come out and watch this.

So as we all sit there and watch the recording, there is nothing. The screen shot I took where the girl was, you can only see the blackness of where her eyes were. But that's it. So we all went to bed with 14-age girls sleeping on our bedroom floor because they were too scared to sleep alone. Now, I don't scare easily. I never really have. When I started, I was sensitive earlier. I just always know if a house is haunted or not just from walking into it. I've cleaned houses since I was a kid with my mom

because she owned her own cleaning business and doing what we would call the empties. I'd walk into a good handful and know I was not alone. There's a couple great stories from the ghosts who would slam doors and turn the lights off while I was in the room but would stop if I sang along to my MP3 player, or the one where I went to walk into the basement and was so overcome with dread, I refused to go all the way down the stairs. So while I was vacuuming, the hose came undone three times. The third time I was watching it, and at eight

months pregnant, nope, to the fuck out of there. But this is a road of, this is a roadtales. So I'll save those for a later date. Hopefully by then I'll have another ghost story, and noped the fuck out of there. But this is a road of, this is a roadtales. So I'll save those for a later date. Hopefully by then I'll have another ghost story because I just moved into a house that was built in 1900 on the hill with a giant front porch overlooking the city where I can drink tea and glare

with a cemetery as it's backyard. Ooh, it really is just a witchy kind of perfect. Oh yeah. It sounds like it. Anyways, keep it weird, but not so weird that you think it'll be a fun to go on a midnight haunted adventure with a bunch of teenage girls and realize that you see a little demon ghost girl

and you no longer want to be the adult anymore and you know yourself all the way home. Damn. Where? That was so freaky. And the Midwest too. So like Midwest, we got our honor. Road.

The themes. I love it. You guys have like a monopoly on the haunted police. You really do. Absolutely terrifying. Damn, Amber. Illinois they're a little more stealth about it. It's a Cuba road like yeah, and sounds you there.

I need like the hatchet and I'm like, whoa. I know they're like rainbow road. It's like that's a lot better. This one's like hatchet man road. I'd hatch it in the face road. Yeah, I'd take the orb so for the little teddy bear girl Any day. Oh the teddy bear girl. I don't like and the deep black eyes. I hate it's a it's a I'm not into it. I'm not into it. I don't like it. Oh

That's a good story though. That was a really good story. And then it's a little possible like spear possession too, saying like, you need to feel that way. Yeah, that's what it sounded like. Yeah, that she was suddenly being like nasty when she's really not. She was like, yeah, sorry, I was back in like a turd back there. That was a mean. She's like, no, it's fine. It was him. And it's like, we never got further explanation on that. Was it the hatchet man? Maybe. It was the hatchet man.

I think it's like if you took a ghost and juxtapose that with like get out like it's like you know like when the ghosts are going to the bodies but this ghost puts you in the sunken place so you're fully aware what's went on you can't do anything that's like that. I hate that guys you always send in the best freaking two really do. Keep it coming. So good. I think that's probably all we have time for today. Yeah. I got to go pick up my kids and take them to a haunted road. Yeah, we're going haunted shopping. Let's get it. Let's go. Well, John, thank you so much for coming on and thank you for bringing stories with you too.

Thanks for having me on and I adore both you. We've said podcast host, but as humans and I can't wait till we have an in-person up and we'll do to my hometown at some point. I can't. Yeah. Deesh. Pizza. BFF. A whole the deep dish.

All of Is there anything you want to plug before we let you go? Well, as people know, that was pretty scary as every Wednesday. This, uh, we got to, we got a really fun list of movies coming out. So just it's going to be a long first season, but we got other seasons planned as well. So just stay tuned and I'll be doing some more of those mini deep dives on Instagram, which look for that on my Instagram. And also Ash and Elena are always very gracious about shared it on their Instagram stories as well. So if you don't see it on mine, you'll see it on theirs. But at some point you'll see it. Because we love you guys. We love you and we love those.

They listen to that was pretty scary. Well guys, we love you and we love those! They're weird. They're listening to that was pretty scary. Well guys, we love you so much. We hope you keep listening. And we hope you keep it weird. But not so weird that you go ghost. No, I think you should keep it so weird that you go ghost hunting and experience terrible things. Keep it this weird.

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