Therésa: Hello, my Haunting crew! Happy whatever day it is in
Therésa: the mortal realm when these episodes drop. Again, time is
Therésa: very abstract here. I want to kick off today's ep. by
Therésa: saying thank you. Our subscriber count continues to grow, and
Therésa: my personal social following has also ballooned since starting Haunting.
Therésa: I'm getting closer than ever to getting my blue check,
Therésa: finishing my business and crossing over into, I'm gonna assume Heaven. Sharon,
Therésa: my caseworker, has been pretty tight lipped on those details. So,
Therésa: from the bottom of my no- longer- beating heart, thank
Therésa: you to all the Hauntingers haunters?
Therésa: (mumbles)
Therésa: Haunter- sizers? Hmm, okay, we'll keep pitching on it though.
Therésa: In honor of all our new friends. I thought it
Therésa: would be a good time for an AMA.
Therésa: (mumbles)
Therésa: People know what that is, Len!
Therésa: (mumbles)
Therésa: Fine? Fine, it stands for ask me anything. It's when
Therésa: you that yet to be named Listeners comment your questions
Therésa: and I answer them live on the pod or I
Therésa: guess unlive. Okay, let's get into it. Josh from New England.
Therésa: I used to date a Josh from New England. Maybe
Therésa: it's the same one. Hmm.
Therésa: We'll have to listen and see if he's constantly talking
Therésa: about his seventy seven classic Ford Bronco. Anyway, Josh makes
Therésa: some pretty serious late night accusations against a ghost. Like
Therésa: my nanny Mildred used to say, nothing good happens after midnight.
Therésa: Turns out that's when she would take my mom's value
Therésa: and pass out with her schnops. Ugh.
Story A: I'm Josh, I grew up in New England and this
Story A: is a story about how a ghost inappropriately touched me
Story A: in my sleep.
Story A: This happened many, many years ago, when I was in
Story A: high school. I signed up to go and study ghosts, myths
Story A: and legends in Ireland for two and a half months
Story A: over the summer. It was like an exchange program. Not
Story A: only did I get to learn about the local culture
Story A: where I was going while I was there, but I
Story A: got to learn about a lot of people's cultures from
Story A: the US as well. Because we were together for a
Story A: long time. We would talk about lore and folklore. But
Story A: once we were dismissed from our class structure, we were
Story A: pretty much unsupervised for the rest of the day. We'd
Story A: hang out and we'd kinda just talk and bond over
Story A: fries and just kind of watch the world go by.
Story A: We did a lot of other stuff and then just
Story A: sit inside the classroom. We went on field trips.
Story A: Our leader's name he was Donal. It's a pretty common
Story A: Irish name. He was a ringleader and he was very smart.
Story A: One day he comes in, he goes, all right, guys,
Story A: we're going somewhere and you're gonna have to pack an
Story A: overnight back.
Story A: We were like, "oh cool, what are we doing? Are
Story A: we're going camping?" He goes "kinda." There was nine of us,
Story A: seven girls and two guys, and Donal's not telling us
Story A: really anything. I remember a couple of people being super excited.
Story A: I'm like, cool, whatever happens happens.
Story A: We pile in the van. We drive from Cork to
Story A: like right outside of Galway. We had crossed the point
Story A: of no return. We went to this pub and we
Story A: sat down and we were all getting ready to eat dinner.
Story A: As our food comes, he starts to tell us we're
Story A: going to a haunted house. We're gonna spend the night.
Story A: The story of the house is kind of sad. It
Story A: was around the time of the famine. A family had
Story A: moved into it and it was a young family. The
Story A: mother just gave birth. The baby and The father was
Story A: working on a farm and as the famine came, there
Story A: was less and less work. It got to a point where,
Story A: you know, he got really frustrated, so he turned to
Story A: drinking and he's not around to help provide for the family.
Story A: One day, he's out and the mother goes to the
Story A: money lender without his knowledge. She needs money to put
Story A: food on the table for the family and for the child.
Story A: He comes back in the middle of the day and
Story A: he reaks of booze. He comes in, he turns to
Story A: her and says, "what are you doing?" She says, I
Story A: went to go get money from the money lender because
Story A: we can't sustain our family. At this point, he was
Story A: feeling shamed. The next day, the mother goes to the
Story A: money lender. She leaves the baby with the husband and
Story A: is having this really deep, in depth conversation with the
Story A: money lender that apparently went on for a couple of hours.
Story A: During that time, the father has a couple of drinks.
Story A: Baby's asleep, it's fine, another drink won't hurt. So, he
Story A: has a couple of more drinks. And he has a couple
Story A: more drinks, and the baby wakes up and he's drunk.
Story A: He's absolutely drunk.
Story A: And the baby starts howling, screaming, crying through its lungs.
Story A: The accounts that were written said that the baby was
Story A: howling screaming like a banshee. He's trying to do the
Story A: fatherly thing and takes the baby to his chest and
Story A: he's just holding the baby to him and he's just
Story A: rocking back and forth in the chair and he pulls
Story A: tighter and tighter as the baby gets louder and louder,
Story A: and he pulls harder and deeper into his chest.
Story A: Then it's quiet, completely silent.
Story A: Then he puts the baby back in its bassinet. And
Story A: about ten minutes later, the mother comes in. The father
Story A: is sitting visibly drunk in the chair, and she says,
Story A: how's the baby? He said, all the baby was crying
Story A: and crying and crying, and I, you know, I was
Story A: a good father, and I put it to my chest
Story A: and I was rocking it. The baby eventually fell back
Story A: to sleep and I put it back in its bascinet.
Story A: So she walks over to the bacinet. She looks in
Story A: and she sees that the baby isn't moving. She looks closer,
Story A: she sees that the baby isn't breathing. She touches the baby,
Story A: the baby feels cold, and at that moment something changed
Story A: in her. She picked up a knife, walked over to
Story A: her husband and screamed to the heavens as she stabbed
Story A: him multiple times, and then she cut her own throat.
Story A: We're being told this story over dinner. Donald goes the
Story A: reason that we're staying in this house is because it's haunted,
Story A: and then he proceeds to tell us what the actual
Story A: haunt is. He said that builders their tools have gone missing.
Story A: If there are any knives in the house, they're stuck
Story A: into things, like they're picked up and they're moved, and
Story A: they're driven into wood. If there's any change on the floor,
Story A: it usually ends up by windowsills, and there's a baby
Story A: that cries. The nine of us were just like, "oh man,
Story A: what do we sign up for? What are we doing?"
Story A: So, we finish our food and we go into this
Story A: small house. We're all sitting and he asked us to
Story A: bring something. Some person brought a stress ball, another person
Story A: brought like a journal and a pen. Another person brought
Story A: like a fashion magazine. The only thing that I had
Story A: was a permanent marker, like a sharpie, and I left
Story A: that in the pocket of my cargo pants. We're all
Story A: hanging out and we're having fun and we're talking about stuff,
Story A: and we're talking about music and this and that, you know.
Story A: Talking about how oh Galway is, you know, so pretty. Maybe
Story A: we'll go into the town tomorrow before we leave, Yada, Yada.
Story A: It's getting a little bit late at this point, so
Story A: people start going to sleep. We're all in sleeping bags. Mind you,
Story A: the sharpie that I have is in my pocket inside
Story A: the sleeping bag. At about four am, somebody woke up.
Story A: They woke a couple other people up, and they were like,
Story A: do you, can't you hear the baby crying? Do you
Story A: hear there's, the baby, it's crying? Can you hear it?
Story A: I'm still asleep. So they told me about this secondhand,
Story A: and then everybody woke up, like around five thirty, six
Story A: when the someone's coming.
Story A: The stress ball was ripped in half, like it was
Story A: absolutely ripped in half. The journal had like scribbles on
Story A: it that didn't make any sense, like what a child
Story A: would do on a piece of paper with a pen, scribbles.
Story A: The change that was around someone else was scattered all
Story A: over the house, all by windowsills. Some were stacked, somewhere
Story A: a line. It was wild! Wild because this stuff was
Story A: not far away from these people. Somebody would have woken up.
Story A: Somebody would have woken up.
Story A: Now we get to me. I woke up, my shirt
Story A: is off. I went to bed with a shirt on.
Story A: I go to the bathroom and I look in the mirror.
Story A: There was writing on my chest. Unintelligible writing, more than scribbles,
Story A: but less than words. And I just looked at it
Story A: for like ten minutes.
Story A: So then another person came in and said, "Oh what?"
Story A: I was like, "I know, right? This is weird."
Story A: She was like, "you told me your thing was inside
Story A: your pocket."
Story A: I was like, "yeah, but I didn't tell anybody else."
Story A: I went to go in my pocket to find my
Story A: purnent marker, and it was gone. There really is no
Story A: way that if a person did that, I wouldn't have
Story A: woken up. Like the steps that a person would need
Story A: to take to get to the marker, you would have
Story A: to unzip the sleeping bag, find what pocket the marker
Story A: is in, extract the marker, then pull my shirt off,
Story A: then write it on my chest. Wet ink on my chest!
Story A: I should have woken up. It was after that night,
Story A: after that experience, that solidified the feeling that I always
Story A: kind of had. The supernatural ghosts are real.
Therésa: Not the josh I dated, But this one sounds like
Therésa: a cutie. I actually had a really similar thing happened
Therésa: when I was pledging Tri- Delt. It wasn't a ghost, though,
Therésa: it was a Girl named Hannah, and she didn't write scribbles.
Therésa: She wrote (BLEEP). Now she teaches first grade, and I can
Therésa: say with total confidence that her penmanship is delightful. But
Therésa: let's get to your questions. I had Naomi pull some
Therésa: of the more interesting ones, so let's see what we got.
Therésa: Kooky Spooky 027 wants to know Therésa , how did
Therésa: you die? Naomi, I said, we're not doing these ones. Remember,
Therésa: I don't care how many people ask, We're not doing that,
Therésa: got it?
Therésa: Here's one! From All- Things- Alyssa- XO. Hi Therésa, Alyssa
Therésa: here from Cincinnati pre- mortem fan, post- mortem caller. I
Therésa: cannot express how much I look up to you and
Therésa: appreciate what you do. Your videos, product res and ootds
Therésa: are always the best part of my day. And since
Therésa: you've started haunting, I've even begun dabbling in the occult.
Therésa: I've really come into my power, the divine, feminine and supernatural,
Therésa: and it's all thanks to you. Stop! No, that is
Therésa: so sweet. Light a candle on a pentacle under the
Therésa: next full moon and I might just pop by to say, hey,
Therésa: ideally something earthy or a light floral Santall twenty six
Therésa: if you have. But I'm not picky.
Therésa: I love that.
Therésa: Let's send her some swag. Well we still don't have swag.
Therésa: You guys are really testing me today.
Therésa: Moving on, this next time totally true story is more
Therésa: of a feel good moment. Our friend Lindsay lost her
Therésa: dad a few years back. But just because someone's passed
Therésa: on doesn't mean we'll never see them again.
Story B: My name is Lindsay Bell, and this is the story
Story B: of when my dad saved my life. It was just
Story B: over five years ago when my dad died. I was fifteen.
Story B: He was a lawyer and sometimes he would have to
Story B: work on research or prepare for court or something. It
Story B: was one of those nights, you know, where he had
Story B: a stayly. So my mom thought it would be you know,
Story B: fun if we maybe had you know, a little girl time.
Story B: My mom ordered a pizza, we gave each other manicures,
Story B: and we watched a movie. God, I don't even remember
Story B: which one at this point. I think it might have
Story B: been Pitch Perfect or something. And the movie ended. It
Story B: was way past my bedtime, like around eleven thirty. Before
Story B: I went to bed, I asked my mom when Dad
Story B: would come back. She actually sounded a little worried, and
Story B: she was like, I don't know, he should have been
Story B: home by now. I didn't really think too much about it,
Story B: and then I went to bed.
Story B: The next thing I remember is my mom waking me up.
Story B: This wasn't like when she or my dad would wake
Story B: me up, because I would oversleep for school a lot.
Story B: She was frantic. She goes, We've got to go get dressed.
Story B: I was barely awake and I did not want to
Story B: get out of my bed. I mean, it's like the
Story B: middle of the night. So there I was like okay, confused,
Story B: like okay, where do we have to go? And she
Story B: just stopped and looked at me. And I'm telling you,
Story B: I will never forget that look. I mean, I can't
Story B: even describe it. I was like, I don't know, like
Story B: terror or something like that. She just said, Dad's been
Story B: in an accident.
Story B: When we got to the emergency room, they told me
Story B: he was driving home from work. It had been raining
Story B: and someone apparently had run a red light or something.
Story B: The cop said that when the guy saw my dad,
Story B: he slammed on his brakes, but because the roads were
Story B: so slippery, he lost control of his car and slammed
Story B: right into the driver's side door of my dad's car,
Story B: and then it started spinning all through the intersection until
Story B: it hit this lightpole like, head on.
Story B: My mom and I were devastated. Like I saw my
Story B: dad that morning, but the next time I saw him
Story B: it was at the funeral. He was like my hero,
Story B: he was my protector, and then he was just gone.
Story B: So I had been having a really hard time sleeping.
Story B: I just kept thinking about my dad. The night after
Story B: the funeral, I had this dream.
Story B: I was at a park, totally normal sometimes I cut
Story B: through there when I walk home from school. And then
Story B: I saw smoke coming from where there were like a
Story B: bunch of trees. The whole thing felt so real. I
Story B: started looking for the smoke, but I couldn't even find it.
Story B: You know, It's like when you're trying to get to
Story B: like the end of the rainbow or something like that,
Story B: there's nothing there. When I would get close it would move,
Story B: and then finally I turned around. I guess i'd like
Story B: given up or something, But then I saw my dad.
Story B: He was just standing there like ten feet in front
Story B: of me. This felt so real. I mean I could
Story B: even smell his cologne, like that's how real it was.
Story B: So, I walk over and I asked him. I said, Daddy,
Story B: is that really you? And he didn't say a word,
Story B: but all he could do was just not So then
Story B: I started to ask another question, and then he put
Story B: his finger in front of his mouth, like to say,
Story B: like be quiet. I think they used to call it
Story B: and you know stop sign in kindergarten, and then he
Story B: holds out his hand. He was holding like a toy car.
Story B: It was like this bright red SCV and with a
Story B: black stripe along the side. And then he moved his
Story B: finger away from his mouth and then made the no
Story B: motion like he was waving it back and forth.
Story B: I don't even know what it meant, but I knew
Story B: that there was something clearly about this toy car that
Story B: wasn't right. So when I woke up, I thought that
Story B: I had been to like the car, and that everything
Story B: that I dreamt of was completely real. I mean, obviously
Story B: it was a dream.
Story B: But then later that afternoon, I was walking home from school,
Story B: and you know, I did what I did. I cut
Story B: through the park. The park is huge. It had all
Story B: of these baseball fields where my softball team would normally practice,
Story B: and then there's like this football field. It's a huge park.
Story B: On the other side of the parking lot, they were
Story B: all of these trees, almost like in like a forest.
Story B: I mean, I never went to that part of the park,
Story B: but I'm walking towards the parking lot and then I
Story B: see a friend of mine from school and her brother
Story B: had just gotten his driver's license and was going to
Story B: pick her up since we also lived nearby. She asked
Story B: if I wanted to ride home, and of course I
Story B: said yes.
Story B: And then her brother pulled up, and then I started
Story B: a freak out. Her brother was driving a red SUV
Story B: and it had a black stripe that went all the
Story B: way down side. It looked exactly like the toy car
Story B: from my dream. It was the one that my dad
Story B: was holding. I felt, literally all of the hair is
Story B: on my arms and my neck stand straight up. My
Story B: friend was probably noticing that all of the blood had
Story B: rush on my face, and you know, asked if I
Story B: was okay, But I wasn't okay. I didn't get in
Story B: the car. I didn't even give a crap what they
Story B: thought of me. There was just no way I was
Story B: not getting in the car.
Story B: The next day I found out that my friend got
Story B: into an accident on their way home. They were okay.
Story B: But I'd like to think that my dad came to
Story B: me in that dream to let me know that he
Story B: was still looking out for me. I still think he's
Story B: always looking out for me.
Therésa: Oh, we love a happy ending. I'm sure he always
Therésa: is looking out for you, and clearly in a very
Therésa: casper Ghost of Christmas Present kind of way, and less of
Therésa: a Freddy Krueger, Boba Duke or whatever situation Josh was
Therésa: dealing with.
Therésa: All right, my scare crew, maybe are we identifying with
Therésa: that one? We'll keep experimenting.
Therésa: That's our show for today. I always love answering your question,
Therésa: so keep writing to me in the comments, and if
Therésa: you have a scare to share, hit up Len at
Therésa: HauntingThePodcast@gmail.com and your experience could be featured on an episode.
Therésa: A dialogue between the living and the dead is absolutely crucial,
Therésa: so let's keep the portals open and the veils thin
Therésa: until next time.
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