Therésa: This is oat, right, Len? C old foam is oat latte?
Len: Yeah.
Therésa: Okay, great? Are we ready to start? Uh-huh
Therésa: Everyone, Therésa here. To those of you who know me
Therésa: from my socials, thank you for taking the leap of
Therésa: faith and joining me on this pod journey. And for
Therésa: all the newbies out there, welcome. I'm Terresa, and this
Therésa: is my brand new podcast, Haunting. This project is near
Therésa: and dear to me and kind of a departure from
Therésa: the stuff I normally share. It's less how to wear
Therésa: an Hermes scarf as a shirt eight different ways and more worldly
Therésa: or otherworldly. With the help of my producer, Len Len, say hello; w e'll be
Therésa: bringing you different ghost stories each week, straight from the
Therésa: person who experienced it firsthand. Some will be unsettling, some unnerving,
Therésa: some even downright terrified, but all of them will be
Therésa: totally true. So without further ado, let's jump right in.
Therésa: First on the docket is the Kale family, whose dream
Therésa: home turned into a nightmare. When their son Evan, summoned
Therésa: in something sinister. Wow! Say that's ten times fast summon something sinister,
Therésa: summon something some thin f**k.
Story A: I have these faint memories of just weird things happening: a cabinet opens up on its own, or I'd leave a room, and I come back,
Story A: and something is very different than when I left the room.
Story A: I was in sixth grade. My dad's out in the
Story A: garage smoking a cigarette.
Story A: So I go out. It's gonna sound kind of strange,
Story A: but is our house haunted? And he just sucks on
Story A: the cigarette and he says, son, they can never hurt you.
Story A: My name's Evan Cale.
Story A: I'm Carol, Evan's mother, and I'm Evans's father, Harold Cale,
Story A: and we did live in a haunted house from hell.
Story A: The house that spent pretty much my entire childhood in in Edinah, Minnesota.
Story A: It is a suburb of the Twin Cities.
Story A: Was a big house that had six bedrooms, eighteen or
Story A: nineteen rooms.
Story A: We were told that the singer Dean Martin had stayed
Story A: at our house during the filming of the movie Airport
Story A: that was filmed in Minneapolis.
Story A: The things that I saw, heard felt in that house
Story A: were nothing short of incredible and terrifying. I wanted to
Story A: prove it to my friends, and I had these ghost hunts.
Story A: Every time I had a ghost hunt, it involved a
Story A: Ouiji board.
Story A: We had one of the original Ouiji boards from nineteen thirteen.
Story A: Evan would play with it, ask it questions and would give answers.
Story A: One time, I asked it to identify itself, and it said Ron. Ron was my parents'
Story A: friend who died of cancer two months before. And then,
Story A: you know, I said, okay, we'll prove it. Tell me
Story A: a secret about you that I don't know.
Story A: The Ouiji board pointed out that he had some very,
Story A: very dark and serious issues.
Story A: That spelled out drugs and spelled out girls, It spelled
Story A: out debt, it spelled out gambling, all this stuff, and
Story A: later turned out to be true. Messing with a Ouiji board,
Story A: I fundamentally changed the nature of whatever was in that house.
Story A: I brought in something evil. It went from being creepy
Story A: to downright terrifying, like demonic. I would have these nights
Story A: where something would happen, and I would be paralyzed with fear.
Story A: My dad was asleep. It was about eleven, eleven -thirty,
Story A: and I got into bed and just closed my eyes,
Story A: about to fall asleep. And suddenly, I hear, right in
Story A: my ear, and I felt the breath and it was
Story A: ice cold, and I started hearing the blinds kind of rustling,
Story A: and it was happening.
Story A: Like again and again and again, and finally, I said, stop it.
Story A: I'm trying to sleep.
Story A: And it stopped for about three seconds, and then suddenly,
Story A: the whole f**king bed shot up. It was like Hercules
Story A: punched the floor beneath the bed. I felt all the
Story A: energy move through the bed. I went from kind of
Story A: asleep to eyes wide open. Holy sh*t, the realization of
Story A: how much power this thing had. It felt like a
Story A: semi -truck that had the power to crush flesh and bone.
Story A: I had been living with something that easily could have
Story A: killed me. It was not playing around. After the Ouiji board.
Story A: There's a distinct line in the sand pre- and post, but I mean, the activity
Story A: got purely demonic. I might stay awake all night, terrified.
Story A: I'm too afraid to go to sleep.
Story A: He'd call mom, Mom, and I'd come up and he'd say,
Story A: get her out of the room. We usedit calling her,
Story A: get her out of the room. It felt very obvious
Story A: there is something going on here.I
Story A: pushed my mom down the stairs.
Story A: I was going downstairs and it just felt like somebody
Story A: from behind, you know, a strong hand on my back nudged me.
Story A: Four weeks later, Carol was sitting in bed reading and the bed.
Story A: Moved with her on it.
Story A: We're not talking to a little scoop. We're talking three
Story A: feet away from the wall.
Story A: This is a big, king-size bet that must have been two- three hundred pounds.
Story A: Harold was standing right next to the bed against the
Story A: wall talking to me when this happened, and I jumped
Story A: out of bed and stood there freaking out. Oh, oh
Story A: my god, Oh my god, oh my god.
Story B: I'm watching this in disbelief.It flew and smashed into an armoir.
Story A: It scared the sh*t out of me.
Story A: I didn't trust my eyes, and she didn't trust what
Story A: just happened. But we knew that it happened because the armoire
Story A: was smashed.
Story A: The next night, I was sitting in bed reading, and
Story A: the bed just collapsed and sandwiched me.
Story A: The mattress folded in half like a taco.
Story A: I just laid there when it happened. I didn't dare move.
Story A: I just was too freaked out to even try to
Story A: get myself out of the bed. The next day, I
Story A: had a contractor working on stuff in the house, and
Story A: he couldn't find anything wrong with the bed. You know
Story A: that would have caused it to have done that.
Story A: Whomever can throw the mattress, the bed, the frame, andCarol
Story A: has enough power to kill you.
Story A: The basement had a bathroom. My dad tells me one
Story A: night they looked up and there's a bloody face staring
Story A: at him in the mirror.
Story A: It was white, and it was black, and it has a hat that had to be centuries old,
Story A: and the coldness was terrifying. It had probably dropped twenty degrees
Story A: in a hot bathroom.
Story A: He took down every mirror in the basement.
Story A: We had the best exorcist in the Twin Cities come
Story A: to our home. She said, it's one of the most
Story A: powerful spiritual homes I've ever seen.
Story A: I worked for like two three years, and then randomly
Story A: it just came back. And then I had a team
Story A: of ghost hunters come. There's an EVP that they captured.
Story A: It's scary.
Story A: Sounds to me like it's saying mine, I n E.
Story A: That is the sound of evil. That's what evil sounds like.
Story A: Realizing that it's emanating from your home when you live and sleep,
Story A: I was terrified.
Story A: But then after the ghost hunters all got followed to
Story A: their house, something attacked each and every one of them.
Story A: One guy reported a crucifix got ripped off his wall.
Story A: One guy reported his wife got grabbed in the night.
Story A: One of the people they brought claim that an angry
Story A: old man attacked her. So this team quit after going
Story A: to my house, they said no more ghost hunting.
Story A: When we were going to put the house on the market,
Story A: I went downstairs to, you know, do a final check- through of the house and found
Story A: the laundry room flooded out with water two different times.
Story A: I'm looking at the faucets, they're all on, from the shower to
Story A: the sink. The toilets were overflowing everything , and.
Story A: Then we'd call a plumber and the plumber would be like,
Story A: I can't explain it.
Story A: We put the house up for sale three or four times,
Story A: and every time we did it would flood. Listen, we
Story A: try to leave, they wouldn't let go of us. When
Story A: we did sell the home, we sold it for under market
Story A: value so that we can get out of here.
Story A: So my parents were moving out and they found the Ouiji
Story A: board under the couch.
Story A: I remember seeing it when we were moving. The little
Story A: cursor thing you use was poised down the word goodbye.
Story A: The very last year my parents had the house, nobody lived
Story A: there at this point they had moved out. So I
Story A: walked in one day and I sat down and I
Story A: put my backpack on a table, and within about three
Story A: minutes of me getting there, the backpack (sfx) right off the table,
Story A: thrown on the ground. I said, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
Story A: I'm leaving. I'm leaving, and I grabbed the back and
Story A: I ran.
Story A: Out of that house. And that was the last time
Story A: I was ever in that house by myself.
Story A: It scares the hell out of me when I think
Story A: about it, what went bump in that house in the night.
Story A: It keeps me up to this day. I'm thirty -two
Story A: years old. I still think about this at night as
Story A: I'm trying to go to sleep.
Story A: When you see the supernatural, it's terrifying. These things can kill.
Story A: They are as real as we are.
Story A: Do not meddle with Ouiji board. I can't stress that enough.
Story A: That was the definitive moment where I realized how dangerous
Story A: it was, how powerful it was, how all these years.
Story A: I had been playing with fire.
Story A: This sh*t is real, this sh*t is scary. They are
Story A: not toys.
Therésa: He's not wrong. Last time I played with a Ouiji board,
Therésa: it was eighth grade in John DeMarco's parents' basement, and
Therésa: I was supposed to give him an over the pants
Therésa: hand job, but he got too scared, so we had
Therésa: to watchMrs. Doubtfire with lights on instead. So yeah, don't
Therésa: mess with Ouiji boards. Now, before we move on, just
Therésa: a little lighthousekeeping here. A lot of you in the
Therésa: comments seem confused. You're all like, oh, Therésa, stop being
Therésa: so cryptic and tell us what the hell is going on?
Therésa: This isn't the snarky social commentary and OOTDs we've come to
Therésa: know and love. What business could you possibly have with
Therésa: the Halloween Industrial Complex? Well, the business I have, dear listener,
Therésa: is of the unfinished variety. Yes, the long and short
Therésa: of it is that I died. I'm literally dead. I'm
Therésa: not like literally dead. Not like when you guys say it like OMG, Carly accidentally said needs to her cousin instead of her boyfriend;
Therésa: I'm dead. No, I've like actually passed away the hows
Therésa: and whys don't matter. All you need to know is
Therésa: that now I'm stuck in purgatory because apparently, I have what my caseworker, Sharon, calls unfinished business.
Therésa: I guess since I never got that proverbial little blue
Therésa: check of life, I wasn't able to cross over, and
Therésa: I'm stuck hosting this podcast for eternity or until Sharon
Therésa: says my business is finished, whatever that means. Obviously, just
Therésa: because I'm dead doesn't mean I'm going to give up
Therésa: on my burgeoning career as an influencer slash social media personality.
Therésa: So here we are.
Therésa: In short, I'm dead, but my career is as alive
Therésa: as ever. Now let's get back to it. Our next
Therésa: totally true story. Our friend Kathleen gets busted for smoking
Therésa: by a ghost, and just quickly, I really shouldn't have
Therésa: to say this, but don't smoke. My ex used to
Therésa: basically drink cotton candy vape juice for breakfast. It's disgusting, and no, cigarettes aren't an organic, plant-based alternative to vaping, So don't even try that spin because I already did,
Therésa: and it's what almost got me canceled the first time.
Story B: I've lived in this house my entire life, but you know,
Story B: there's always been some things that I couldn't explain. I'm
Story B: Kathleen from Wakefield and this is the story of the
Story B: time a ghost caught me smoking.
Story B: I live in a large white house. It's colonial with
Story B: very beautiful bay windows on the front. The house itself
Story B: is pretty basic, with a green door in green shutters.
Story B: It's almost warm and inviting, but it still has that
Story B: haunted house aspect to it.
Story B: If it's dark, it's a little spooky. Maybe you wouldn't
Story B: break it in.
Story B: If you watch the movie The Conjuring, that's the basement
Story B: looks like. It's unfinished, it still has the rocks and
Story B: a small fireplace in there.
Story B: I refuse to go down there as a child. It
Story B: scares the life out of me. It was summer 2012 .
Story B: It was a Saturday night, just a normal one in
Story B: the middle of summer. My two friends came over to
Story B: sleep over. The night consists of face masks and scary movies.
Story B: Just kind of, you know, hanging out doing what we
Story B: want to. My father went to work, he works a
Story B: lot of midnight shifts.
Story B: About one-thirty in the morning, one of my friends, Vicky,
Story B: and I are just sitting on my dad watching a
Story B: scary movie and I hear her call my name, "Kathleen."
Story B: It was a mimic of Vicky's voice exactly.
Story B: Of course, I'm confused as to why she's talking during the
Story B: scariest part of the movie, so I turned to her,
Story B: and I say, Victoria, "what?" She just looks at me funny,
Story B: and she goes, what do you mean what? And I say,
Story B: you said my name.
Story B: And she turns to me with a very straight face
Story B: and says, "I thought you said your name."
Story B: Of course I'm confused, ecause why would I say my
Story B: name just sitting next to her. So this is how
Story B: the night begins. Both of us are a little shaken up.
Story B: It's not really anything of a big deal. I've lived
Story B: in this house my entire life, but you know, there
Story B: have always been some things that I couldn't explain. My
Story B: little sister was like, oh, yeah, I've had the TV
Story B: turn off when I'm supposed to be in bed before.
Story B: And then one day my little sister comes down the
Story B: attic stairs, mind you, she's about four years old. We
Story B: had no idea she was up there.
Story B: She comes down and she says, "Uncle Morris's house is broken."
Story B: And I just look at her. I was like, "what?" And
Story B: she repeats herself and says, "the wallpaper is peeling upstairs.
Story B: His house is broken." And my dad turned her and said,
Story B: "how do you know about Uncle Morris?" And she said, "oh,
Story B: he showed me."
Story B: Our great- great uncle owned the house. He moved there
Story B: after his wife passed at a very young age. He loved,
Story B: he took care of the house while his elderly aunt
Story B: lived there.
Story B: Later on, about. Three in the morning, we all go
Story B: downstairs into the living room. My friends suggest smoking.
Story B: Now both of my parents smoke. I never had any
Story B: interest in it. Mind you, I am thirteen. I don't
Story B: want the house to smell like smoke. I don't want
Story B: my dad to find out. That's not a great look
Story B: for a Catholic school student. They're like, oh, we want
Story B: to smoke, we want to smoke, and I'm like, you
Story B: can't smoke in the house, Like I'm not comfortable with that.
Story B: And my friend was like, "oh, I'm just gonna smoke
Story B: a cigarette in the basement."
Story B: And I was like, "all right," like whatever. So with resistance,
Story B: I allow this person to go downstairs and smoke a cigarette.
Story B: She is afraid of the basement, as are the rest
Story B: of us, so she begs us to go down with her.
Story B: The stairs are old and L shaped, so every step you
Story B: take there's. A creek or crap.
Story B: When you get to the bottom of the stairs. There
Story B: is one light over the washer an dryer. If you go
Story B: over there and turn on the light. It's just a
Story B: concrete floor with a very small window towards the top
Story B: where just a small amount of light enters the room,
Story B: and the other side of the room you can't see,
Story B: so it's just staring almost into the abyss.
Story B: We're downstairs, just huddled by the singular light. She's smoking,
Story B: which smells awful, and then she offers me her cigarette.
Story B: The goody two -shoes student that I was. I say "no, no,
Story B: I'm okay no," and she keeps kind of going at it,
Story B: casually offering it to me, and finally I accept. As
Story B: I take the cigarette, I hesitated because I've never smoke before,
Story B: I've never drank, I've never done anything that I wasn't
Story B: supposed to.
Story B: I wasn't really sure what I was supposed to do
Story B: or how to smoke, honestly, And as I took it
Story B: to my lips, the singular light bulb above us, burst. It
Story B: was terrifying, there was glass all over the floor. The four
Story B: of us scrambled up the now -dark stairs into the kitchen.
Story B: We stared through the open doorway down into the basement.
Story B: We were trembling at that point, and as we sit
Story B: in silence, the door slams shut. The four of us
Story B: scream and scramble once again to get upstairs into my
Story B: room where we locked ourselves in.
Story B: We have no idea if someone's in the house or
Story B: what had just happened, but we sit there awake all
Story B: night until my dad finally gets home in the morning.
Story B: My friends never came to my house again.
Story B: It was like, oh, so this is definitely Uncle Morris
Story B: telling us to knock it off. He's kind of heeping
Story B: us in line, shutting the TV off when we're supposed
Story B: to be asleep, scaring the living lights out of us
Story B: when we go to smoke a cigarette in the basement.
Therésa: You don't normally hear a lingering uncle story with a
Therésa: happy ending. So, I actually like this one. It's giving
Therésa: Scared Straight. Message received, Uncle Morris. But real quick, a
Therésa: lot of you in the comments are asking me how
Therésa: I died. Let's keep our questions focused on the haunting, Cool!
Len: (mumbles) You should tell them.
Therésa: Just from a content perspective, I don't really see what
Therésa: that gets us, Len. Also, my publicist and my manager
Therésa: don't want to release that yet.
Len: (mumbles) You should tell them.
Therésa: Just because I'm Dad doesn't mean my team is dropping me, Len. Come on, how else do you think people make
Therésa: it into the Oscar's "in memoriam" segment, your agent's assistant
Therésa: sends an email, So Maddie, if you're listening, send the email. Anyway,
Therésa: in all seriousness, I just want to say everyone has
Therésa: been really cool in the comments about this new project.
Therésa: It's so comforting to know I have just as supportive community
Therésa: in death as I did in life, and that's why
Therésa: I'm doing this. You can help me navigate the great unknown,
Therésa: and hopefully I can help you see that ghosts are
Therésa: just former people who want to have a little fun
Therésa: like anyone else. Unfortunately for you, that's often in the
Therésa: form of mortal fear and suffering. But it doesn't need
Therésa: to feel personal, because nine out of ten times it isn't.
Len: (mumbles) Alright, wrap it up.
Therésa: Already? All right Therésa- Gang, I'm signing off for today, but
Therésa: be sure to come back each week for more supernatural
Therésa: stories of the unreal, unexplained, and unknown that will send
Therésa: shivers down your spine and have you screaming, "What the
Therésa: hell Therésa?!" just like my stepdad Jared used to say
Therésa: when I'd let the dog two on his Loro Piana slippers.
Therésa: And if you've ever had a paranormal experience you think
Therésa: is pod-worthy? Email Len at HauntingThePodcast@Gmail.com and you could be
Therésa: featured on an upcoming episode. Until then, Stay Sexy, what,
Therésa: and We'll see you next time. Until the end of time, Tah!
Therésa: Stay sex Len? Why did you put "Stay Sexy?"
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