Episode 516: Listener Tales 80
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Next up, any time features may be discontinued at any time subject to change, additional fees, terms and restrictions apply. See A T, N, T dot comes flash iphone for details. Hey, weird. I ash and i'm Alina. I didn't have a .

microphone in front of my face, so that would have been weird. I ve been doing this for five years.

and I still, though.

remember to put the microphone in front of my face.

And this is more bed. Yes.

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It's listen details so it's brought you by you for you, for you and all about you. And it's a Lucy mother fucking Lucy .

up and me a IT is Lucy. If IT is very google, I have the microphone in front of my face now so we can do this. And i'm going to start this listener tales because i'm excited for this, this tale subject, subject line.

Thank you for trying to help me out. I appreciate. I will always struggling. I will always, will always try. I will always. So this once called listener tae d comp on demand e drive with a eat for ash.

say, don't you forget IT.

forget IT but anytime I see A D comp on something on my hah, tell me all about IT happening there me, so this is, well, hello, my spoke delicious ladies of all things, more bit and spooky. If I got to a listen to tale for you, i'm confident we will inspire you to eat yourself right out of my childhood morality and back right back to the safety of whatever you are listening from. Be prepared to grab your buts and secure your cities.

We're about to have some full body chill. Let's go, brother. But first, a little retail gushing a big shadow to my oldest starter.

Meg, yes, you can use your first name and my first name. thanks. I, your name is hidy. He introduced me. Dia, your podcast back on April fifteenth, two and twenty three, during a short three hour, a short three hour long trips, not short. That's power for a girl's day out shopping. The first episode I heard was the one where you stumble across the video on the dark web that pictured feet moving around with a leaking black fluid. And when you went back to find IT again.

the video was gone. 哦， yeah, remember, that was title. I forgot about those. What was the name?

I can't remember. Know me either. David, what did what to see? then? The episode of the killer lady clown who shot her love er's wife in the face you literally have me at hello weirdos.

I've been hooked ever since I went back to episode one and have since finished episode three forty seven, the jack report series, you you're in a good place. yeah. And all those episodes in under four months, as most of us hooked on more bid, weirdo, tend to do.

I listen you as I cook. I cook, clean, fold, laundry, drive around, ea down. Your podcast is my favorite.

And i've told the dozen or fellow through crime fans to check IT out. Thank you. Now, in my spooky story, I withheld the names of my family members for their privacy.

However, i've listed their names and resources for you. I is only at the end of the tail of my resources page. Well, look, you, in the event you're curiosity, inspiration, you to research this case, even there, oh, I hope you do.

My research skills are total like there have left me frustrated. I have to tell you, ladies, i'm so impressed with your research skills in dave. But thanks.

dave, but thank you very much.

I couldn't find shit without creating multiple accounts. Forget that. I'll give you all i've got and let you taken from here if you so desire.

So here goes. I've attached my listener tail roughly a twenty minute read without commentary called d comp on demary drive. enjoy. Let's go .

to bring, okay, back in .

the day I was like.

what if you're really?

Where are I thought you were going?

I was like, what? No, I said, bring IT back and then I want you can see the shoulders of at all. That one took me out. Sorry, back. So it's not about me.

Back in the day, my father worked as an insurance agent with a side hustle as a contractor, builder and crafts man. Dam, he would find a trash shape of a home bite for pennies, got IT remodel, IT and flip up for profit.

He Carried paper on those homes and did so well fiscally, that he eventually gave up his insurance work for till duck self employed contract or building gig, which, incredibly, he is still hard at work today in his mid seventies. Let's go pop. You are dad.

What can I say? Dad loves what he does. That's great. My work.

a Daniel life. Well, yeah.

my little brother and I spent many summer as free labor's for a dead intensive ve homework innovations. Sure, we both grown in unison when dad announce that he bought another hubel. But we learned if some incredible skills of our own and first hand lessons in the value of hard work and visionary promise.

I was a beautiful sentence. The vast majority of my dad's remodelling projects were from phenomenal. Everyone who knew him wanted my dad to remodel their kitchens, bathrooms or build their entire home medications.

There was even a time when one of his homes was featured in an architectural digest magazine day look model we made in. yeah. Nevertheless, the home member about to introduce you to was not one such phenomenal project on a hot july day in grants pass organ.

That right? Dad, oh, dad, loaded my little brother and me into our families Brown, Brown ford van and took us with him to inspect the potential remodel that was owned by mister floyd Baker, one of my dad's insurance clients. Floyd d.

Had fAllen on hard times and was looking to sell his house. I like that you made up the names in this and you choose floyd. I appreciate that .

it's similar to boyd, and that's what mean to link each other.

There you go. Quick side note, if you google the residence, i've attach the information for your eyes only. You'll find that IT sits near the west end of demonio drive. today. This area is considered suburbia, with the surrounding passengers divided up in additional housing in pot gardens.

But back when I was just a twin in the mid one thousand nine hundred and eighty, this property was a good fifteen minute drive out into the countryside of grants pass proper. Now back to their full dull july day, dad pulled up in front of the homes to car garage, which was in stelis, attached to the right side of the house. It's double wing. Single garage doors stood ging open .

what you just a double wing so .

I thought is a double wing and is IT actually says double wide. But I said double .

wing on down.

He was so double well, like that I said wing and that was still around we.

Out here it's double.

wide, single garage doors stood gaping open like a darky awning mouth. That's scary. I don't.

I don't know about that. I hate that. I told us. I do. I know exactly. I feel about IT dad told this to stay by the van as he hopped out, greeted floyd, who approached the van with a two c Green. I don't like that, dad.

is I like my .

man to smile at me with note.

give me a son. Give me a song. Me song, soft smiles, only smiles. Is that me a flaid?

So dad and flayed moved off to inspect the house in surrounding a rich. My brother and I quickly grew board of sitting in the hot van and decided to laughter at the shade of the trees near the house as we tembo out of the van and move closer to the house, a horrendous stench slapped our faces and burnt our nester's. Good god, what is that? You said IT like that.

We were farm kids. We'd smell dead animals before a routing road and left by the barn cats here, a putrid post butcher cut pile. There you get the idea.

I was what I feel.

A guy can smell IT, but this is smell far, far worse. The pungency was profound. I love that sentence. And I had a disgustingly and indescribably sweet twist to its sidor.

Oh, we know that, right?

So gross. Our senses of smell were seated by IT. My brother and I flippantly commented how on how awful the smell was.

But again, boredom and a touch of curiosity said, in what the heck was taking dead so long while we waited? We tried to pinpoint where the natio a was coming from. We quickly determined that was coming from the garage.

Yep, definitely the garage. We had no doubt. We peared into the dimension of the open garage door with our hands clamped tightly over our miles and noses. Our eyes took a moment to adjust from the bright summer sun as our vision came in to focus, we noticed that a slab of concrete had been cut out of the parking space on the left side of the garage floor.

The missing slab was roughly four to five feet long, by two or three feet wide, in five or six inches deep, right down to the dirt of, there were dark red slouches around the missing section of concrete. Weird, weird indeed. Along the left side of the garage, or like, you know, we like to say, unique.

Yeah, yeah, you along the left side of the garage, there was a step in the door that LED into the house. The bottom half of the door was dented in ha. That's od to the rest of the garage was unassuming.

A cluttered workbench stretched along the right side of the garage, and the backwater was covered with overfilled wood in shelving that reached from floor to ceiling at the back of the garage told the left side, a door stood, opened and offered a peak into the backyard. As I, as I ever mentioned, we were eighty kids. I was ten or eleven, and my brother's two years Younger than me.

IT goes without saying that electronic divergence was not an option for us back in those days. Instead, our curiosities peaked and we resorted to our youthful and warped imaginations for entertainment. What could be a Better game than this?

One of us decided that we would be great fun to see who could run all the way through the file garages and out the back door without taking a breath. My god, I would have one hundred percent play this game. I would not.

I don't recall whose grand idea was, but the game was a foot was we really was in his mind. We ran from the front and out the back, then again from the back to the front. Next we mix IT up by adding a jump over the missing section of as we were into the incident.

After that, we realized we were much too successful with these minor chAllenges and decided to see how many times we could run back and for through the garage without having the gas for a gulp of future air we were nAiling. And I got, you guys are probably so stinky, so stinky. Jump ahead.

About a decade, I was fascinated with forensics and seriously considered as a field of study as I headed off to college. However, the memory of my experience in the demry garage and how truly disgusting the pung of human code decomposition is persuasively steer me away from that career choice. So I ended up caring for the living rather than the dead good for you job had in other ten years. I'm around thirty years old and assisting a surgeon with lencs, a false size obsessed .

in a patient's groin.

That sounds fucking you. You pick .

to that sentence .

up and you just dropped IT right in. Stood through the door and you just dropped that sentence in my lab like I remember .

when you know I have to have that remember when you learned how to hold a sofi had to figure out like how to arrange your fingers around that and still they wouldn't .

fix as a software. Fucking huge. Yes, on your growing yeah, in an access it's gonna get worse. We successfully drained about a leader of loose yellow pool. You wanted to.

Read this one.

some stuff from the abf?

No, no, no, he said, leader of loose yellow peerless son, we are. You going to skip over the whole thing?

No, no.

Shut up.

Had black flex of neocon tic tissue in IT yet he goes, yet substance of that drains was the closest smell to human dee comp that i've ever experienced in nearly forty years.

My god, girly, I just had onion rings for lunch. Why did you do that to me?

That's suppose that would make sense as necronsett sue, after all, in fact, you ladies read a less than their taye, which a thoughtful writer tried to describe. The rik of human SHE was so close, but I remembers saying out loud, what about the sweetness? Thank you.

ready. No sooner had the words left, I was going to say, I say that no sooner had the words left my mouth. And elina said, there's a sweet smells.

Truth is my personal conviction that a sweet ordering, do you composition, is what makes the demos ell uniquely human. It's it's true. It's a sickly sweet smell.

That's how I felt about my onion rings today. Yeah, I was. They were sick.

No, I got sonic onion rings. And why do they make them taste like cake? I don't like to. They had literally had the illa like, why were my friends like.

deal? I too know the smell of human deep opposition.

I do IT was like my sonic .

honey like bread .

into fest. It's true though there's .

like a weird you know, when something is so sweet that you're like IT feels bad, I want to launch myself into the sun that was so bad but like you know, sometimes somebody will give you like you'll order a coffee and they put too many pumps of something and then you take a step and you're like.

oh my god, IT does this certain thing to like your tongue knife?

Well, yeah and it's just human. D is all the horrible smells you can think of like garbage riding, no, but ad a sweet, sweet I don't know how to just get like like a sweet later on top that just as you smell that that hot rotting garbage that turns your stomach, the sweetest like leaks in after IT. So you'll just like like it's just like you don't know where you're as loud. You don't know where you're you're supposed to go or feel because you're like it's so can .

you know where you go? You go home, Roger, you go home, Roger, and you take a shout show.

It's a lot. It's a lot. It's really hard to describe. So that's why .

nobody can really describe IT accurate. It's like rotting garbage that a starbucks pump saw the .

cry alone yeah if he puts like the sugar free, I was just going to say the sugar free one that somehow swear like it's just because it's like fake, like like I grancey sweet and okay.

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Now back to the men, one thousand nine hundred and eighty. Dad finally returned with a grumpy look on his face and told us to get them in. We're leaving.

Yeah, I get out of there. My brother and I playfully bounded back to the van, offended, commenting on how vile floyd's brush smelled. Dad merely granted an agreement.

We started back down demi drive, told our own home, which was less than two miles away. We lived on the road that runs parallel to dead to a marra drive along its outside. In retrospect CT, we lived much too close to ford house.

Dad was silent for a minute as we turned off the road. Dad finally ask, do you know what that smell was? Oh my god, is he gona tell you? My brother and I both offered lame ideas, like really rotten garbage that had eventually clarified by saying, that was the smell of floyd's wife. He was murdered in the garage while he was away on business.

He said, so take that rents and smelled your mouth. okay?

After a beat with our house hanging open in our eyes bulging, my brother and I started asking dad all sorts of questions. He commonly, this is a dad, yes. He calmly and matter of factly answered each one old, good for your dad just being like, you know what here IT is.

The story was that floy's wife was bludger to death in the garage with a hammer that was reportedly plucked from the clustered workbench. That's horrific. The removed concrete slab had a bloody footprint or something on IT in the wife's own blood.

And so I was taken for evident. The dent in the door was from the wife falling against that during the attack. This is so he was like the older was from the wife rotting in the garage for two weeks in the heat of summer, because he was a way.

And apparently he had been found by floyd himself upon his return from the business trip. Oh my, the Cherry on top was that mrs. Baker's decomposing body was removed not long enough before my brother and I were carelessly.

We're running carelessly through the garage. My dad didn't realize we would be exposed any of that. Oof, mistake number one.

Mistake number two, my dad decided to buy florida house. What fuck? Let me repeat myself so that this is plainly clear.

My father of previously sound Better resolve to purchase mister floy Bakers murder home as a choice. Okay, so dad gives each one of us his remote to you. This, right?

It's okay that you were a little while after.

Okay, take that breath. So dad gives each one of his remodels a unique or sophisticated name, such as the woodland or the red wood, false or the shadow. I love you, dad, to list a few.

But for this important model, we understandably and very simply dumped in the murder house and still call IT to that. To this day, honestly, I don't know what else you can name. In the months following my dad's decision to make the murder houses next remodel, we would show up on sight as a family to help deep clean, dispose garbage and otherwise assist.

Floyd was moving out of the home. Lay's wife had a little White palmerin ian, which floyd claim ed to utter ly despise. On one such occasion that we were there helping them clean.

I distinctively recall floyd Carrying the palm in one ARM while dramatically waving one of the dogs, posited us and repeatedly say, bay, bye, byebye, like to do his vehicle with the dog. And over away, no more palm IT turned out that floyd took the palm to be useless, created and buried along with his wife. I didn't see the end of that and it's coming. I thought you.

I thought you were .

saying that he .

came to love the dog and he was like.

was like going to that's .

what I thought too. That's not .

a such that was so mean, fuck and floyd, I feel like I was just tricked as you were you were dupe. I was like, oh, babe oodbms e oh.

that's what float was like too and .

the dog just like OK.

that's so sad and also it's like, do your wife really .

love that bucking dog? Exactly do you use, you know what hidy has the right response, what the actual far you should have give IT to somebody else.

You just kill a dog because you don't want IT.

I'm on an an emotional roller .

coaster right now. It's like Lucy, Lucy, apple, juicy.

flash forward two decades with me. I'm here with you. Yes, let's get out of there. I'm working as an I, C, U. nurse. So you are super hero and have a male patient who proposed ously blew half of his lower joe, who purpose ously blew half of his lower jaw off during a failed suicide attempt, or, oh my god, the kicker. He first shot and killed the family dog before attempting to kill himself.

I don't think that's a kicker. I I don't think anybody told you what a kicker.

Well, well, when I learned of that fact, my mind had instantly gone back to fluid, cheerfully waving the pop of his wife's palm as he left to have euthanized. What the heck? Why not give the pet to someone who would love to have IT? Honestly, there are no adequate words for these people.

Truly, that's like, that's the thing. Just give IT to someone else.

Back at the murder house, I remember that the inside of the home read of cheap cigarette smoke. The interior walls were formally White, but that required a permanent orange tenge and had Brown a streets of nikon tar that had dripped down the walls like wet mascara paint to a picture.

You, have you ever been in a house where somebody has smoked like that? It's crazy what IT does to the walls.

so it's wild. We scrub them as best we could to no avail. The tire persistently see through several, several fresh layers of paint, so we eventually resorted to painting them with a special ceiling used after grease fires before repeat, repainting the world successfully.

And if that's .

not an to not over one day, my mom, rather, I were cleaning up in the garage. Sounds the older of human d comp. Floyd had a large trash can by the work bench.

At one point, while tossing some garbage into the trash, my brother spied a bone more than a foot long, a nearly an ancient diameter, with bits of fatty flesh on IT. He anigh sly pointed that out to mom and me. Mom, who was a ney owners, noted that he didn't think I was human, may be a wonderful of some sort.

We lived on a farm for the horses, cows, dogs, cats, turkeys, chickens, pigs, ponies, acedera. And we assisted with buttering our own meat. But this bone was unfamiliar and downright unsettling.

Could IT be from a child diaster. My mom didn't think so, but we all agreed IT didn't look like a bone wee farm folks were familiar with. As we gathered around the trash postulating and docking at the bone, floyd came in through the back door, the garage nest.

What are we looking at? The kids are curious about a bone in your trash insert. My mom with a quick side, not told the garage. After a passing gLance, floyd burst out in the gravel. Laughter, ha, that's just a turkey leg bone not then turned and sued back out the way he had come in.

My food is always lying.

He's like he's always lie. That was and still is the strangest turkey leg bone I have ever seen. Yeah, that's because he was more gave us a wide I rug and we returned to cleaning. But from that moment on, I was exceedingly suspicious of floyd me too.

After the bob yi August brought the Josephine county fair to town, my family owned a vacant lot near the fair grounds, so we parked cars there every fair season to help pay for the lots annual property taxes as a reward. At the end of the hot in exhAusting week of parking cars all day, every day, my parents stayed to park the cars after sunset, while my brother and I got to go enjoy a hours of fun at the fair. Before IT close for the season, we were notching on cotton Candy and strolling through the selection of reads when floyd literally jumped out of us from around the dark side of a ticket booth.

get out of your floyd.

my wife, you're way and wait to widely. My brother and I gasp and grabs each other. Other's arms with sticky fingers flowed, burst into a noxious ccs, rubin, his hands together with glee.

He was pleased. He was plainly very pleased at our fright. Blowed goins, from side aside with his dark beat eyes, wear your parents everywhere, there, everywhere.

Floyd cut the fuck out of here. My parents are everywhere, every single person in this fair, my parents, and they'll get your floyd all, they're close. I love other close by somewhere.

I answered, even though they weren't smart flowing around for a few seconds longer than said, well, I guess i'll girl, find them. Then, as he disappeared back into the shadows around the ticket booth, my brother exchanged horrified looks and took off running opposite direction. We fled the fair ground grounds, frequently gancy behind us, and met up with our parents.

Break back at the property, we were unnerved and trembling. My parents look worried and became hyper vigilant and keeping one eye out for us and the other for floyd, who never did reappear that night, at least as much as my brother and I knew love, floyd finally moved back to california, I think, from which he had originally come. My entire family breathe a huge sigh relief at his departure. Not too long after floyd left, my parents receive news that floyd had killed himself somewhere along the the coast of of son. Only then did my parents start sharing additional details about floyd.

Apparently not sad.

I wondered about this. Apparently the police believed he had murdered his wife in staged a business trip. As an ali, I believe IT, or never have I ever met a man creepier than flayed. Supposedly he hadn't been arrested because the police didn't have enough evidence to support their theory. Moreover, a local police, productive and a close family friend of hours told my parents that floyd reportedly had at least two former wives who had also died under suspicious circumstances.

For king fly, we have associated .

ourselves with the possible serial killer. Could I get much worse than that? Yes, yes, I could. And IT did what I didn't think he was.

Gna get worse.

My dad started ripping down walls at the murder house and adding on a master sweet. No, I remember him telling us that he had found some really bad things written on the sheet rock, but he never did say what those things were. Moreover, my dad replace the dented in the door of the garage and filled IT in the missing concrete slab.

Everything got a good scrub down in fresh paint, new carpet, new luoyang. However, my dad t always felt like he was being watched as he worked, and so he got his remodel project done in a little time as possible. Just the basics.

No detailed craft work, by the way, dad's craft work is one of his signature moves. Too bad. Murdered house, you basic.

Like medical buyers.

you basic, you basic. I love that he has like craft work that he puts in his homes. That detail that's really cool.

Astonishingly, my parents decided to use this particular home as a rental rb of them selling in mistake. Number three, the first people they rented, IT, too, was a Young couple with several small children. I don't even think they made IT a full months before telling my parents we can't stay here any longer. Things come out of the walls at night and scare the kids.

I'm sorry. Things come out of the walls that like things or people, several things currently. Yeah, or things. I hate IT. I hate IT. Here.

I made a mental note to myself. I don't even know if i'll ever be IT there at night, but never, ever fall asleep at the murder of A L back then, right? That down.

My mom was part of a woman's prayer group. So after hearing the news of demons in the walls, no supreme surprise there. SHE in, our lady friends went through the murder house, room by room, praying over IT blessing IT in binding any evil in the name of jesus, cries ash.

This is the Christian equivalent of a good staging I got. After that, my parents were successful and renting out the home. In one thousand nine hundred eighty eight, my mom's oldest brother and his wife bought the murder house and moved into IT.

I remember biot asking my dad if he could go under the house and cover any exposed pipes, SHE explained. Because animals keep getting under there and banging on the pipes that keeps us awake all night. That's not animals, baby.

My dad had a blank look on his face and responded along the lines of, there are any exposed pipes under your house. Another time, my own to uncle invited our family over for a movie night. They had a big screen T, V that faced their bed.

So the adult world piled on the bed while my brother and I said on the floor, leaning against the foot of the bed to watch the show. At some point during the movie, a huge frigid gusts air came up through the floor beneath my brother and me. We were started by IT as a shot passed us towards the ceiling.

We literally had shells running up. And on our spine, we asked her on Nancy if they had turned on the ac, no, no. A C scared out of our minds.

My, I lept off the floor into the bed. I remember the dots complaining, the adults complaining about not having enough room for all of us on the bed. But my brother, I simply refused to go back down on the floor name.

My aunt ung only lived there for a couple of years. My last memory inside the murder house was a time when I was hanging out with my aunt. I wasn't feeling well, so SHE had me lay down on the couch in the living room room while SHE work from home.

Somehow I fell asleep, even as as I type this, my brain is screaming, you never down your metal, right? That t metal. I remember waking up with a start, with a start.

As dusk was falling, I couldn't believe I hadn't died or been tortured by a while. Demand, nevertheless, never again, what I let that happen almost every day from the time. And I was eleven until I moved out of my family home.

At eighteen, I would jog the three mile loop that consisted of my street, two side streets and demary drive. Every time I would near the murder house, I would jog along the opposite side of demi drive and watch the house with a steady side gaze as I needed IT and then passed IT. I always feel the house was watching me back in preparation for this listener, till I had a couple of details that I simply couldn't pint down.

I spent hours, literally hours, researching online with zero success. So I resorted to calling my parents, hey, mom, I know this is out of the blue, but do you remember when dad took us to the house and demary for the first time, the murder house? Of course, I chuckled to myself at the involuntary note of discussed in her voice, as SHE said, of course, do you remember what year that was or how do I was? Goodness, mom answered, maybe ten.

I don't remember the year. Let's ask your dad. My dad wasn't sure the year either. He was certainly bought the murder house from florida in the mid eighties, though, and he knew that my aunt bought IT in one thousand nine hundred eighty eight.

Dad chuckled when I told him that the house was back on the market with no mention of a garage murder, and that he had gone through several owners over the years. He said that he wasn't surprised at all. Dad wrapped up up a little trip down memory lane with a touch of astonishment about floyd. Man, I can't believe he was in our lives.

What a great ends. Not on float like chick. And we we knew that.

Then if we do that, what a guy to know. I fluid. So, ladies.

the moral of my stories, this keep IT weird, but not so weird that you accidentally expose your kids to the horn smell of human decode in the heat of summer. But do keep IT so weird that you are honest, calm about answering all of your kids are, remember ling murder questions, but not so weird that you decide to buy that murder house and then rented to an unsuspecting Young family with little kids who wake up to demons coming out of their walls.

And certainly keep IT so weird that you then sell the home to your in laws who invite over and expose you and your own kids to cold, ghostly iron banging pipes. And don't keep IT so weird that you watch the house that's watching you as you jog by every day. And definitely don't keep IT so weird that you like a possible serial killer.

Be a part of your family's lives. You don't keep IT that weird. bye. Hey.

you know, this house does have creepy vibes. Just looking at IT. SHE went down. You see he went down. Yeah, yeah. It's because it's it's like a cute house and away it's how a picture in the house. But IT feels it's actually not how I picture IT, that's funny.

That's how I pictured. IT, yeah oh hidy, you just give me a new hyper fix station so thank you for that because now i'm going to go crazy looking into the investigate IT, i'm going to investigate this.

Highty was a good one .

that was horrifying and so well told. And thanks for being a hero. I, C, U, yes.

Hero, fuck and bat us. Never change your parents. And hilarious. I love them and I am forever impressed that you're dead.

Just decided to make something he lived in to his whole job and did a forever and he's in the seventies and still doing IT. Then he's a craft's man. Or for dad, I loved his vibe. Dad was peacable. Yeah, he was maculate.

I pictured him as like the good guy in the movie that like hangs out with like the crappy guy who he really just wants to kill the whole time. Yeah, mean, you wont you.

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my haunted as baby haps amazing.

So IT says, hello, attached as a puddle about my haunted as baby. Also attached her some pictures of my family and haunted baby as baby.

Baby as a baby boy is adorable.

I like baby, he said, I haven't .

really come .

across anyone else the hunted baby, so I thought this would be a good story to after reading, they are like, I bit on the look out. I love you. Never have I come across another haunted baby.

We can use a her name, kyi, also your family and you are just beautiful.

Oh my gosh, and beautiful is so cute about your kids are so cute. I don't know what this is this other photo yeah, but i'm afraid, i'm afraid. okay.

Hello, my spoke y friends alena and ash, how tickled. I discovered your podcast by random, once sweltering south CarOlina in evening. You guys are great writers. I was pissed that day because of the heat and humidity that son shared does have the audacity truth. I was tired of feeling sweden, every milking Candy from my tools to my boodie.

my two to my to my booties. I love IT. When I got in my .

car that night to head home from my sister and lows house. After helping her in her yard that day, I had no desire to turn on my Normal music playlist. I swiped over to the podcast and saw morbid. Yes, that's mean i'll give you a listen.

That's we and I haven't .

stop and that's why we named IT morbid because really.

like I know, a lot of people feel like they too are more bit and I was like.

we should need in my cab and I was like.

what's that mean again? And I was like, morbid and I was.

we should just need me and and I like that Better and here we, five years later, we are uh and casey says, I haven't stopped since I torture you my kids on road trip listening to you guys cool, cool. Only six episodes and we will be in florida. Boys, communal ground of this pleasure in the best sea.

They are used to you now, when are happy to oblige these days? My name is casey. Yeah, thinks, man.

My name is casey. And thirty two, happily married to my man of fourteen years. E and we have three children. I was blessed with all boys. We've got lane pronounced as lane. But my husband was really into world of warcraft at the time and insisted on spelling with two else, because that was the name of the room that he played in.

I will.

I love that for you go. I love that a lot. And I love that you were like, I love the .

wimbley of at all, and you indulge him. And and you know what?

Miki just gave all the rock on because he loves. So miki approves, we approve.

is a fellow lower. And lane is a really cool name.

I like the named lane. Well, that was fucking terrifying that that just happened. What fell. Did I fall onto the cast?

And the applause is happening right now?

Oh, our ancestors in the .

room also also approve of lame. Yeah, because our our roads ter haunted, that's the thing we were coming to. Yeah, our pod lab is haunted really in every time that we need encouragement or or they need to make a decision, or they like something the broadcaster will just hit the applause button for without anyone near IT and IT just did for you.

I end up the same time .

something fell. Yeah, I was the the what's the called lighter .

to lighter? Lighter, but not on to IT? No, also, they like your kid's name. cool. Well, there's also Watson and Alice, water and Alice.

I love .

what there are, twelve, six and two. I love them with all my heart. Well, I love all of them.

When I was in high school and was constantly asked what I wanted to be, what career I wanted to pursue. I never had an answer, because all I ever really wanted to be a mom. Me too, I feel that in my bones.

I just wanted hug.

You're a great human, and I love you. I had never felt the fold until I held my first sun in my arms. Yeah, this is that.

This is what I meant to casey. High five. I love you so much.

You can rule. Oh my god, more big pictures. And i'm so excited you see the fruit. Oh my god, obsessed. So we enough about that.

I've been wanting to share my story with the offer for a hot minute, but I could never find the time. You're just sit down and right, my mom brain, be all over the place. You know how IT is A.

I do. I do know that.

So here IT goes. One of my kids was born haunted. yeah. Can you guess which one IT was?

Just for fun, sees, i'll insert a pic of each of them and you can feel them out. I want to see first we have lean. He doesn't give me haunted vibes.

No line is just a land .

is like, I want .

you with this beautiful little baby .

and and is Watson with a cool sick as shark had and shark shorts he might .

be wanted?

Then there's Alice in an elf costume.

They're also cute that I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I don't know something.

I feel what I feel watching. But then something is also telling me, Alice.

yeah, I could see Alice too. There's nothing like distinctive that i'm like that is a hard to baby. Now, just five. The vibes I feel just five. I'm going in Alice.

I'm going with Watson. right? Let's go. Let's go.

Do you get any cruets y vibes from them? Yeah, I didn't neither. But that middle one.

Oh, did I get I in the CUDA hat and the shark?

Panny is the one you must have shared my woom with his many spirit friends, because no lie. The day we brought him home was the day the activity began. And I knew I was .

watching this joker put us through the winner. So Watson .

was born january nine, two thousand seventeen. We got a cap.

maybe that I felt survive with the p and together.

yeah, I had a fast and easy labor. Eight hours.

How fast? So quick you.

He was born after four pushes with the most perfect round head at nine pounds even day.

Mam, that's good job.

My biggest baby out of all three of them. We were over the moon, and we're so happy to be going home to start our new adventure. As a family of four, I felt super confident going into the second baby, and I was less anxious and way more prepared.

IT helped me a lot that we also waited six years in between kids. Yeah, although I did think to myself, what the fuck am I doing? I have a six year old at home that can wipe his own, ask and make his own pop star and sleep all night.

And i'm starting the shit all over again. I could literally leave this kid at the hospital and walk away. Oh, post part of the truth of thought. I was just exactly .

what that is the immediate thought of like, oh, for that's a whole person like.

I am responsible soly for this thing. So much fun, alas, we did to bring his little cute at home. And we quickly fall into a routine.

Yeah, don't feel weird if you even think that when you have a baby, everyone has that moment of like, oh, fuck, that's like, that's a whole last person and I have to bring him home and keep them alive forever and keeps .

other one alive thing you get. So when he was a week old, I got up after feeding around two thirty A M and went to the kitchen to wash the bottle, where I found our side by side refrigerator like the fuck open thinking IT may have been my six year old lane. I closed the fridge.

I went to his room prepared to gold and found a little Angel sleeping in his bed with no snacks to be seen anywhere near him. Not, not there. A crom of the lip or sticky yellow fingers.

So I checked IT up to being a weird happening. Maybe my husband accident, accidentally left to open on one of his late night food benjy after smoking his devils with us because anxiety, although after questioning him about IT, he denied this claim. A couple weeks later, I was sitting out in the living room with both my boys.

Lane had his toy box out here, and we were just lounging around. Toys were scattered all over as they do. I will. I noted this.

I noticed that one of his R C cars was LED up, which was weird because i'd recently removed the batteries because things with noise get on my nerves. I had to break the news to lean and just tell him that I was broken. Slap sand bad ma? nowhere.

But i'd be damned as for this thing. Wasn't blid the hell up? I got up to check IT and remove the battery ies again, thinking my husband banded against me and put them back in to the parenting point of the lane.

As I went down to pick you up. That thing drove across my living room, into the dining room. I looked at lane and he looked at.

he looked at me.

He did not have the controller. I did not have the controller. Who has the controller?

The spirits I went over to pick IT up, the lights had turned off at this point. No fucked, and batteries were here. I throw that thing in the trash immediately. No possessed toys, and no way. As the weeks went on, in turned into months, we were still having weird phantom toys speaking, driving by themselves, and the occasional kitchen cabinet open in middle of the night. That is six sense, and I don't like that.

The cabinet so are Better .

than the refrigerator. Well, for like, you know like i'm just thinking, paris, yeah, I sorry, I could not get the way paris out of my thing.

I just thinking practical ity was it's like, okay, but it's way scary yeah no, no. The six sense scene where he is sitting there with his hands on the table and all the cabinets are open hate and he takes the hands off. And it's like the pan print, the sweat.

Yeah, too much. Actually, my hands are a but we were learning to live with these weird happenings. But then things started to get a little more weird.

I posted a picture on my facebook one day of Watson. He has always had these huge blue, silver eyes that look too big for his head. I love them. Me too. My great aunt commented on this particular picture of him.

I should point out that this great aunt was very spiritual practice, White magic, and once had a ghost friend that he claimed was a cherche native that followed her everywhere. I love this song. I do too.

I want to be the song. SHE was very a cyclic, and I always enjoyed interactions with her. And hearing her stories, SHE posted that what anxieties were beautiful.

and that he can see more than weekend. That's cool.

SHE got the vibes from the picture. okay. And jane, thanks, good dad. I took IT with a Green assault, but didn't like the idea that my big guy, baby, was seeing those student spirits.

But as I believe he was bad baby, when what time was about five months old, that have been brought to my attention by my husband, that I had developed this new annoying habit of snowing, and I didn't believe him, so approve him wrong. I paid twenty nine, ninety nine, four and APP, and quickly learned, no, liar, trying not. So now I felt obliged to continue to use this thing.

So I didn't feel like I was a waste of money at night. IT would begin to record, no, no, no, no, no, no. So exit.

I always think that I wanted do that. Like here of my story, I was too, but i'm not gonna I might do IT someone died in my house. I'm not doing something to do IT didn't nobody died?

No, maybe you don't know. I don't know. You should look into that .

I should about anyways. At night, I would begin to record when IT detected snoring or snoring like noises. I kept a log of what time IT was when these noises took place.

I would wake up in the morning and scrawl through my snores and listen. Sometimes we got the occasional for my day. I love you so much. We would be friends. I love hearts and snoring and you.

So on this day I was listening to my little sound by its, and got to one that had the time spent stamp of three o three A M. I love that. I was three o three like that band yeah i'm listening to IT, but I don't hear storing. What I do here is what sounds like something sitting down on my bed and an aggressive brothy sounding whispers says.

no.

I don't fuck with that. I throw hands with the spirit if now Watson was still in our room at this point, he stopped to right beside me every night. My phone recorded on a side table between me and his baby bed.

I immediately woke up my husband and demanded to know if he was up last night with Watson. He said he hadn't woke him up at all, let alone go sit on the side of my bed and talk to Watson. This free to me out.

This was not okay. Something was trying to get my baby's attention. And I am not okay with this.

No, I don't. Boy you. I reached out to a medium. I was scared, as IT was, but definitely didn't want negative energy trying to get my baby.

And I know I needed to know if he was safe. Have you not seen paranoid activity too? I have not.

I know what's up. Not today did. No, we SAT up. Excuse me, we set up a meeting with the medium and SHE came to the conclusion that Watson did attract spirits.

But from what he could tell, they were harmless and mostly familiar. One side note, I found out after water was born that my great granda had a twin brother that died at four years old, and his name was down. done.

what? Wow, that's crazy that you just not compelled to name your child that too. This made me feel lots Better about IT, but we had a stern talk to the ghost.

Y after that, that there will be no talking to the baby. I didn't have any other issues as well as that was concerned. Still, the occasional toy, the occasional cabinet that was old news at this point.

Flash forward to a few months later, Watsons now walking. Watson is adJusting to sweeping in his own room. And IT is not going great.

I feel that, I mean, dam IT was worse than when he was a new born. He would always wake up screaming, and most of the time end up in bed with me and you. I, when I say most of the time, I mean, every night I feel this so hard.

After one of the worst nights we had with him, I was cleaning around the house, checking things off my list. One by one, vacuum was done, kitchen cleaned. So I went on to my next door to clean and dust out our mental above the fireplace.

Above the mental, there is a mirror that doesn't get much attention because no one can reach IT without being on a store. As i'm dusting the mental, I noticed something on the mirror. It's kind of waxy, like one of those cranes you get with your easter.

eg. Decades I see A W and then an a and then A T, S, O, N. Something flashed.

Someone has written my baby's name on this fucking mirror. No, i'm freak to the fuck out. I call my husband networking demand to know if he did IT. Why would I do that? Casey.

I love very valid question.

Why would I offer? He's right. He'd never do anything like that.

I called to lane, who's only six, and asked if he did IT. The kid barely knows that, spent his own name. So of course he denied.

Plus, he would never have been able to reach out there, up, up there. Talk about freaky, we love the house. And I got some stage.

I never cleans my home before, but something had to be done. I read stage for demise and got to IT. I felt accomplished to be gone. You, in truth of spirit and stopping.

so obsessed with my baby, are you so obsessed with what? And very so obsessed.

Things really tapered off after the stage. Wattson still had issue sleeping in his room and didn't willingly sleeping there until his little brother ellis moved in last year. Watson sleeping in there with Alice so that Alice won't be afraid like he was watton is told me that he used to see monsters in his room, and that's why he would cry.

He's also told me that i'm not his real mom and that his real mom died in one thousand nine hundred eighty four, but he still loves me. Oh, wow. SHE.

Okay, child, thanks for that. Okay child, oh my god. As he's gotten all day and began in taking an interest in other things like sports in school, he really hasn't talked any crazy to see.

We are thankful for about me too. He's growing up to be a kind, handsome boy and only a little haunted Young man. I attached pictures of the mirror for you guys, as well as a video I took of him.

Or you can clearly see an or apply from his head. I wish I still had the recording of the whisper, but apparently the APP delete sound bites after twenty eight days, and I didn't know that at the time. Sad face.

Thank you for taking the time to read about my spooky boy. I hope I did a good job writing all of this out, he added. Writing was never my thing and will continue to not be my thing.

Lots of love to you guys. I will be tickled pink if you choose to read this on your podcast. Love and light always, casey.

I love this story. Oh my god.

I love IT.

and i'm so obsessed with these little movies.

And IT says, what's in for sure? Oh yeah, you could see that clear day. That's really upsetting.

It's really upsetting me. She's so cute though. All of them are so very adorable.

Let me see, I am. That's really upset. I'm download. I had to download the video to see. Well, let me see if this, or is flying from this baby said, he's got a jumping.

He's got a jumper leam. Okay, oh.

shit. When did you watch the video? video? Oh my god.

Hold them and just want away. Look up here. IT literally .

flies out .

of his heading away. That's wild dam.

I've actually never .

seen anything like that. What IT literally comes like straight out of his head. He is so cute.

I, that was such, such a wild journey. Oh my god. I am obsessed with all three of those muffins. And they have really great names.

Do e walks.

And like, those are cool brothers right there. And they all go really well. Yes, they do.

They flow really well. yeah. So I think we have time for one more.

I would do one more.

What's party? Do you want me to do a cautionary tale for runner and jogger or the man in black of a glitchy lights? I think, you know the man and black from the coaching lights.

I knew you knew.

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So this is hello, spooky ladies. My name is kate. Yes, you can use my first name. And i'm a long time listener of the pod.

I started listing back in cove at times and fell in love with your podcast as I was dealing with the stress of navigating my first year of teaching during the pandemic. C holy ship, your another year? Another one? No, we have, we have three years. Oes, here. We got a near a icy unus a mom, and now we have a teacher you .

buy here.

S side note, thank you so much for the respectful way you always talk about teachers having bit on the receiving end of a lot of criticism, speculation, negative comments and even a couple of punches. No joke. I want you to know I truly appreciate IT.

I love my job, but I be lying if I said I was easy to honestly, teachers, I don't say that likely. I think you have one of the hardest jobs on planet earth. You absolutely do also.

Okay, I will throw hands.

hands for you. Your podcast also helps me stay grounded while I was dealing with post part of depression last year as the first time. Mom, so sorry you want through that.

My therapy actually recommended I listen to something comforting when I felt like I was not in control. And somehow your true crime stories did the trick. Not sure what that says about me, but thank you none's. I'm not you. I'm glad we can help you get through IT.

I appreciate your sense of humor and with the detail you put in the each case in the dignity you give to each victim, I think the true crime, john, I can sometimes fault to sensationalizing the crazy murder out there, so grateful that your pod cash light on the wonderful people who were taken from this world too soon. But I also love how much you, how much you should talk the peaches species of literal human garbage that commit these crimes. The amount of f phones I casually drop may have increased.

And so I started listening to your podcast. I'm not mad about IT. We should put legal effect, and I know, sorry, side effect attached.

You will find a size fourteen double space put of you if you read IT on the show, I might literally die in the best way possible. You can feel free to trim this down as seriously. I'm an angle teacher with A D.

H. D. So brevity is not my fortie. And you will find several parenthetical introductions throughout, like this one, the stories about ten do of eleven minutes long.

perfect. Also sorry for adding like ten minutes just to the introduction. Consider this my precious banter. Anyway, onto my spoke y story, but the man in black that haunted my childhood home, let's fucking go, let's go subtitle and my haunted possessed being pumped by an old timmy host.

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Before we get into spooky stuff, you need a little background info, you know, setting the scene with a little imagery, some tasty details and a sprinkle effects that might come back later. A nice exposition sunday.

if you will, an exposition dump.

I have always had a super close connection with my dad. We looked like, we acted like, and we both struggle with the anxiety and always managed to look on the bright side of things. My dad and I could finish each other sentences, had some of the same manner isms, and enjoyed a lot of the same hobbies. My biggest compliments i've ever been given are that something your dad would do, say, and you're just like you're dad.

I know I love that we had .

a few more things in common, but more than that later. Unfortunately, my dad passed away last year. I'm so sorry.

It's been hard to keep positive without him, and our family has sort of fAllen apart as of that. I know it's been even more difficult raising my son without him around the sea. My dad passed away a few months before my son was born.

Oh god, he does see. I'd like to think that i'm Carrying on his legacy of being kind, light hearted and silly in a world that wants you to be anything but new hour. Like, yeah, everybody listen to that.

That last paragraph. H wasn't necessarily important to the story. I just wanted to gush about how awesome my dad was for a minute.

Do IT anytime I think he'd get a kick out of the story being featured on the pod? Well, first he d probably say, what's a podcast? I mean, I told the man how to copy and past on at least five occasions, and IT never stuck.

That's such a dead. Oh yeah. I've been debating on whether I should submit my listen or tail for a while now.

And something impelled me to finally just start typing IT as I type. This is actually father's day. So maybe the universe is trying to tell me something.

definitely. Anyway, our connection was always super strong. One day when I was in my late teens, I was driving my home, my dad home. After that, we gotten dinner.

IT was nighttime, so the street lights were on and we had the windows down as dad blasted the b fifty tools from the crackling rate stereo of a crummy microbe. I beat up sdn rocket lobster, he insisted. We pulled into our neighborhood, the curve streets lined with street lights casting their warm yellow globe.

We passed the house with the IP yorky, and suddenly the street light went out. I said this had happened to me before. In fact, IT had happened quite often since I started driving.

I could not recall a single trip in which, at at least a one street, like I didn't go off as soon as I passed IT. H wow. IT was usually more than one on occasion.

IT was a store sign up. Once I shit, once I shoot you, not while waiting at a red light after leaving my friends house, that one I am. The red light change and not, but not to Green to nothing at all. So when this street light went off with my dad in the car, I wasn't faced.

I really didn't think anything of IT IT was just some weird coincidence or maybe I was part robot and I gave off some kind of weird interview, I don't know, but as we passed the house with the blue shuts another street light off, my dad turned the music down and said, sorry for what I asked the lights. They always go out when I drive by. You reply, shit.

They go out when you drive by. I asked. I just turned on to my street when I said this. Our house was at the very end of our street.

IT wasn't a super long street, but there were probably four to five street lights on either side of the road. As we draw wed past the first one, every single light went out at the same time, like someone had just pulled the plug on our neighbourhood. When I pulled into our driveway, our porch light went off to fuck.

Fun fact, the switch for the port light was on IT literally never worked again. The whole time my parents lived there, they called the electrician. Once in everything, he was never fixed what I turned off the engine, and we both set there for a minute.

This was, that was the first time we realized that we'd both been experiencing this. As the years, the past, we find out that IT wasn't just the lights that would turn off. We both had trouble keeping our cell phones because ours would randomly die.

R, A, P, my first purple raiser, a favorite past time of ours, was watching movies. And I was just when I was just the two of us. Sometimes the TV would turn off on its own folk.

My husband told me so many times that i'm cursed or IT comes to technology. Things just always glitter around me, but the street lights turning off. I guess that had been happening to my dad for years, and i'd never really noticed.

He never said anything. Anyone about IT. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed. But thinking back to our family car trips, I was definitely a sleepy passenger, especially IT was dark outside as we SAT in the drive way.

My dad asked me, did I never tell you about the man in black? No, he was not talking about john. I cash or wills.

Man, this the story my dad told me. I later got more details for my mom, which i'll throwing there too. My brother refused to talk about IT.

I think you'll see why I was born on the east coast. My family is originally from ohio. When I was an, my parents moved us back to ohio and a small farm town kind of in the middle of nowhere in there.

My parents both worked in restaurants, so money was tight. We went to a small two bedroom house in this farm town. My brother was three at the time, and he got one bedroom to himself.

Since I was only month old, I was sleeping in a bus and night and my parents room, within a few weeks of moving in that summer, my parents started to notice something wasn't right. IT started off small, a glass of water. My mom's war, he said on the table, would suddenly be on the bathroom counter.

The cabinet door that my dad shut would be open the next time you walked into the room. Just little things that made you question your sound a bit, but didn't make you think much of IT. Plus, my parents were hard working, sleep deprived parents of two Young kids.

Maybe they were just imagining things, this one on for weeks, but by autumn, things started to get more sinister sinter by sinister. By one night, my dad was at work. My parents worked opposite chiefs.

My mom was watching T. V. While my brother and I slept, SHE heard me crying from the bedroom, so SHE turned off the TV and went to check on me.

SHE opened the door to the bedroom, only to I me fast to sleep. Then you are crying from my brother's room. Only he didn't sound like a three year olds cry and sound like a newborn baby, a little freak out. My mom went into my brother's room. He too was a sleep.

Oh, I hate that a lot.

Pretty soon, cabinet doors will open on their own right in front of my parents. Coffee cups sometimes fell out of the cabinet. Ts, my brother wouldn't sleep alone anymore, so he slept out on the couch with my mom.

My mom pretty much always fell asleep in the chair in the living. Anyway, she's quite the slower and prepared to sleep up, right? My mom says one afternoon her cup of coffee sly quickly off the coffee table and shattered onto the floor.

According to my dad, my mom wanted to move out from the first supernatural incident. My dad convinced her to stay. Rent was cheap and they couldn't really afford to move out.

Plus, we deliver really close to my grandparents, who are frequent babysitters, and helped my dad had leave for work before my mom got home. The final straw was when my grandma was watching us in between my parents shifts. My grandma, a very religious woman.

Won't talk about this event either, so i'm just going to go off. My mom told me I was napping and my brother was playing in the front room, which was kind of a little foyer that was treated like a playroom separate from the living room. My brother had his hot wheels cars and was playing by himself.

As my grandma was picked, fixing a snack, my grandma, whose clear across the house, heard what sounded like a man's deep left, followed by my brothers screaming, oh, folk. That when my grandma got into the front room, my brother was in the federal position in the corner crying and hugging in his eyes. My grandma asked him what was wrong.

He wouldn't answer. SHE scooped him up and held him until he calmed down a second. Then he said, the man in black won't leave me alone.

My grandma just got to. My grandma looked around the room and didn't see anyone. Front door wasn't locked. A common, stupid, small town thing. So my grandma thought maybe someone had come in while he was in the kitchen.

For context, the four year was separated by small, by set of small wooden doors, like you'd see if I close IT. So it's not unthinkable that the front door could be opened without my gram of seeing IT. My grandma was my brother with the man looked like, but all he would say was he was the man in black and he had a black cat.

So my grandma looked outside but saw nothing. My granda got my brother calm down on the couch just in time to hear the same deep laf again. This time, IT was coming from the room where I was sleeping, according to my mom.

My grandma said he found me lying in the basic net with my eyes wide open, but almost like I didn't register that he was looking at me. There was no signs of any man like you were looking at something else. Needless to say, when my mom got home from work, my gramm insisted that we move out. SHE told my grandpa, who was a very protective, who was very protective in a man of action, and he convinced my parents to move in with them until we found a new place. This was some good grain .

before I get the fuck out of there.

In fact, the house we moved into was actually bought under my grandpas names. Since my parents couldn't afford to buy IT and break their least. My parents had that house until five years ago.

What good set of pair? That's a good thing. As my parents were packing our things from the haunted house, my dad check the attic in the ceiling of my parents bedroom to see if we'd stored anything there.

Once up there, he realized they'd never, ever even checked out the attic in the first place. And the only thing up there was an old dusty box. He took the box to the dining room table, wiped off the top layer of dust and remove the lid.

Inside were several very old black and White pictures. They were not ours. And my dad guess that theyve been left by the owner of the or the previous renter.

There were a couple of family photos, some pictures of a farm, and one picture of a tall man in a black suit with a black cat. He was staring right into the camera with a blank face. My dad said he had large, bushy eyebrows than almost looked ferid, giving him a menacing the minor in his hand.

He held the lantern. The lantern was not lit. He had a feeling that this man was the man in black. He never asked my brother to look at the picture because he didn't want to scare a little, worried that he would disturb whatever spirit this was if he took any of the pictures. He put them all back in the box and put the box back in the attic, sort the door of which was the ceiling ing of my parents ts bedroom right above my. And if you remember, my mom slept in the living room with my brother, so only my dad and I slept in that room right under the man in black .

photo with the on lantern.

Yep, now my dad didn't necessarily believe in the supernatural all that much, which is probably why he didn't feel the same sense of urgency my mom did when he asked to move out. So I don't think he came to the same conclusions that I did, but I feel like the man in black might be the origin of the lights going out around both me and my dad. We shared a room with the man's pictures, so maybe we shared a room with his spirit.

I'm not really sure how goes to preferred to haunt people, but maybe we were both a little haunted by the man in black. It's a pretty harmless unting. If you think about IT, the whole glass is falling off shelves thing didn't follow us to our new home, just the lights going off here and there.

I think I can handle that. My brother still won't talk about IT, so I don't know if the lights go out for him too. As for me, i'm very happy that I don't remember thing about that house or all the crazy shit that happened.

I'm grateful that my mom and my grandparents insisted on getting a sad of there before anyone got hurt, and i'm happy my dad can still laugh the at all. Seriously, even telling me that story in the car was almost like he was telling a joke, or like he was just telling me about what he did over the weekend. He so casually told me about how we lived in a hunting house for months, and then was like, well, i'm going to bed.

See 哦， yes, street light still go off when I drive by them. The computer, amusing, will randomly turn off and won't turn on again until my husband turns IT on. And then I magically works just fine.

Wow, I like to think it's my dad saying hello, especially when i'm watching jeopardy, which my dad i've watched and played against each other all the time. And the connection from the antanas a will glitch and make the screen freeze just at the right time. So I can't answer the question.

It's my dad getting the last laugh, like always. So yeah, that's the story of the men in black and the glitchy lights I hope you enjoyed. And if you're reading IT, thanks so much for taking the time, keeping awesome and keep IT weird but not aware that you breathed out by lighter and omy going off.

It's just an old timmy men and black having a good time fucking with you or my dad. Say hi from the other side. Okay, bye.

That was created shed and see. Oh, and you send photos. See, and your name is kate. Sorry, I didn't. I forgot if I could use your name again.

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This baby is the cute us. Baby of legit. Ever see that .

was such A A touching story?

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oh my god, kate, thank you for that. I'm glad that street lets still go off for you. I know that's fun because that's a really fun like Nancy in the craft never .

get like dangerous. So I hope you can safely, just like a, do you guys, guys, such good details.

You really gave us some stuff here. Guys, I appreciate you. We had a teacher, a mama and and I see you nuri can. As always, we hope you keep listening and we hope you keep IT well.

But it's a weather. You have a hunted baby, or your street lights turn off, or you go and play and where someone was murdered. I love you so much.

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