THERÉSA: Good morning undead-heads. Or maybe it's not morning, as you know,
THERÉSA: I have no idea what's what in here. But I
THERÉSA: just got back from the most relaxing long weekend in
THERÉSA: the Elysian Fields. I can already hear the AP English
THERÉSA: nerds in the comments: "The Elysian Fields are where heroes
THERÉSA: of Greek mythology go when they die!" First of all,
THERÉSA: I'm a hero to many, and secondly, it's open to tourists.
THERÉSA: I lounged in the sun, explored the groves, and did
THERÉSA: a booze cruise around the Isle of the Blessed, where
THERÉSA: I met some really fun orbs on a bachelor party,
THERÉSA: I'm pretty sure we saw John Lennon eating a pear.
THERÉSA: People always say they come back from vacation feeling refreshed
THERÉSA: and ready to get back to the grind. Well, I
THERÉSA: couldn't disagree more. Coming back from vacation just reminds me
THERÉSA: how much I'd rather still be on vacation. No, not
THERÉSA: that I don't love talking to you guys. Sometimes it
THERÉSA: just feels good to rot, you know? In the metaphorical sense.
THERÉSA: In the literal sense, I can't recommend. Today's stories have
THERÉSA: something in common. They're both from very supernaturally sensitive women.
THERÉSA: Of course, everyone we have on the show is somewhat
THERÉSA: open to the other side, but these two have what
THERÉSA: my old psychic Monica would call "the gift." We'll start
THERÉSA: with Elizabeth, whose demonic experience on frat row had nothing
THERÉSA: to do with gravity bongs or holes punched in the drywall.
STORY A: We have a prayer that's been passed down in our
STORY A: family for a few generations. My mom taught it to
STORY A: me when I was little. She was like, if you
STORY A: get scared, you just need to say this prayer. It's
STORY A: basically just praying for white light. But generally speaking, the
STORY A: thing about demonic entities is that the shinier something is,
STORY A: the more they want it. My name's Elizabeth, and I
STORY A: learned that you don't fuck with the demon in the basement.
STORY A: I've always had a sixth sense, if you will, or intuition.
STORY A: The way that I can tell if maybe there's some
STORY A: sort of spiritual energy going on is my ears will
STORY A: pop like I'm on an airplane and typically don't unpop
STORY A: for at least ten minutes. It's a genetic thing. People
STORY A: in my mom's side of the family always tend to
STORY A: have extra senses is the way I would describe it,
STORY A: which is why my mom taught me this prayer. Put
STORY A: me in a white light and protect me. Halloween weekend
STORY A: is a very big deal in the town I went
STORY A: to college, and there's decorations everywhere. They actually block off
STORY A: the whole downtown and you just get to walk around
STORY A: bar hop, do whatever. And there's also a lot
STORY A: of parties in the neighborhood where all the students lived,
STORY A: so you can just walk from party to party. That night,
STORY A: the air it's crisp, it's a little cool. I chose
STORY A: to wear black off the shoulder crop top, darker wash, highwaisted,
STORY A: wide leg jeans, and then this new pair of platform heels.
STORY A: Me and a group of my girlfriends decided to go
STORY A: to a fraternity party off campus, and when we got there,
STORY A: we noticed it was like weirdly quiet. People were just
STORY A: sort of standing around with their beers talking. It was
STORY A: supposed to be a big rager, but one of our
STORY A: friends in the fraternity had fallen into the speaker and
STORY A: broke it, so there was no music and everyone was
STORY A: just kind of standing around brainstorming what to do next.
STORY A: A group of our girlfriends wanted to go to the bars.
STORY A: Another group wanted to go to another house party, but
STORY A: me and my friend Stacy wanted to have a chilled night.
STORY A: And that was when our friend Scott invited me and
STORY A: Stacy back to his house to watch movies, hang out,
STORY A: and just have a chilled nigh in. We go back
STORY A: to Scott's house, which is an older home. I think
STORY A: he told us one time it was built in the
STORY A: thirties or something. When we got to the house, every
STORY A: light was on, which I thought was strange because no
STORY A: one was home, and I just noticed that the vibe
STORY A: in the house fell off. It felt like a wave
STORY A: of something came over me that was heavy. My ears
STORY A: had popped and I couldn't hear. I remember asking for
STORY A: gum hoping that if I chewed gum that that would
STORY A: help it unpop and I'd be able to hear better.
STORY A: I just kind of wrote it off, so I ignored
STORY A: it and just figured I was in my head. We're
STORY A: hanging out. We hadn't had anything to drink at that
STORY A: point really. I had had a corona. We were like
STORY A: mildly sipping on beer. The night winds down and Stacey
STORY A: decides to meet up with one of her other guy friends.
STORY A: She leaves and it's just me and Scott in the
STORY A: living room hanging out talking. It got to be around
STORY A: two thirty three in the morning. The college town where
STORY A: we went to school is smaller. Once the bars close
STORY A: at two, there's a very limited window to get an
STORY A: uber or a lyft back to wherever you're staying for
STORY A: the night, so there weren't any ubers or lyfts. I
STORY A: was either going to have to walk home in the
STORY A: dark by myself, which I didn't like. So Scott offered
STORY A: that I could stay upstairs in his room and he
STORY A: would sleep on the couch and I could go home
STORY A: in the morning. He walked me to his room. It
STORY A: was at the very right end of the hallway. I
STORY A: took my shoes off, I put them at the foot
STORY A: of the bed. I turned on the lamp, and he
STORY A: just kind of made sure I was good and said
STORY A: if I needed anything, I could come downstairs and get
STORY A: him and he would just be on the couch. We
STORY A: said good night, and he shut the door and I
STORY A: laid down in the bed and I didn't feel sleepy
STORY A: at all. I remember immediately feeling like something was really wrong.
STORY A: My ears were popping number one and I was just
STORY A: starting to get a sense that I wasn't alone up there.
STORY A: I couldn't quite place my finger on it, but I
STORY A: felt strange and watched. So I chose to sleep with
STORY A: the lamp on. I just felt like I didn't want
STORY A: to turn it off. The next thing that I remember,
STORY A: I was conscious, but I was standing at the opposite
STORY A: end of the hallway. I was looking into Scott's room.
STORY A: The door was open, and I could see myself laying
STORY A: on the bed. I could see my hair splayed out
STORY A: behind me. I could see the crop top I was wearing.
STORY A: I could see the jeans. I could even see, like
STORY A: at the foot of the bed where I had sat down,
STORY A: my shoes. It's jarring to feel conscious and you're not
STORY A: in your body. It's the weirdest sensation I could ever imagine.
STORY A: And then I realized there's something in the hallway watching
STORY A: my body laying on the bed. It just looked evil
STORY A: and dark. I mean it was literally as tall as
STORY A: the door, with huge, broad shoulders that looked bumpy, lumpy,
STORY A: bulky. It had what looked like ram's horns, and
STORY A: it was so tall it looked like it couldn't fit
STORY A: through the doorway without crouching its legs looked so muscular,
STORY A: they looked like ropes that had been twisted together, or
STORY A: tree roots. It had its hands just hanging by its sides,
STORY A: and it was the deepest shade of black that I've
STORY A: ever seen in my life. I knew this was not
STORY A: just a dream. I felt like a sheep that had
STORY A: broken off from the pack and a wolf was circling it.
STORY A: It likes the fact that I wasn't aware that it
STORY A: was watching me. That terrified me. Whatever it was wanted me,
STORY A: is this thing trying to get into my body? What's
STORY A: going on? I start freaking out and praying, put me in
STORY A: a white light and protect me. Put me in a
STORY A: white light and protect me. When I started praying p,
STORY A: whatever this thing was in the doorway started to turn around.
STORY A: Put me in a white light and protect me. But
STORY A: once it started to turn around, I'm back in my body,
STORY A: in bed, right where I was before, drenched in sweat,
STORY A: and I'm just freezing cold, shivering, teeth chattering. I look
STORY A: over to my right. The door to the bedroom that
STORY A: Scott had shut was now wide open, and I could
STORY A: see directly down the hallway to where I had just
STORY A: been watching this all happen. I knew Scott had shut
STORY A: the door before he went downstairs. At this point, it
STORY A: must have been around four in the morning. I just
STORY A: instinctively know I have to get away from here. My
STORY A: fight or flight kicks in, so I thought I'll just
STORY A: take my chances and run. I grabbed my shoes, grabbed
STORY A: my purse, ran outside, and sprinted back to my dorm.
STORY A: I ran home barefoot, holding my shoes and my purse.
STORY A: I cut through people's yards, over uneven sidewalks. It's probably
STORY A: a good four miles. I was terrified. My feet were bleeding.
STORY A: I ran as fast as I could, but I didn't
STORY A: even pay attention to how my feet felt. I was
STORY A: just more scared than in pain. I ran home to
STORY A: my dorm. I remember being terrified to get in the elevator.
STORY A: I was so scared that it followed me and that
STORY A: it was gonna mess with me.
STORY A: The dorm was dark. My roommate was there with her
STORY A: boyfriend he was visiting for the weekend. They were completely asleep.
STORY A: I ran and I jumped into my bed, fully in
STORY A: my clothes, covered in sweat. I just laid there with
STORY A: the covers pulled up over my head, and I just
STORY A: prayed put me in a white light and protect me.
STORY A: I didn't look out from under the covers. I just
STORY A: laid there and I repeated the prayer that my family
STORY A: has passed down until the sun came up. The next day,
STORY A: I didn't tell anybody what happened because I didn't really
STORY A: want to talk about it or like give it any
STORY A: more power. So I just went on about my life.
STORY A: I never went back to the house, even when they
STORY A: still lived there for the rest of the school year,
STORY A: I never went back to that house.
STORY A: I just refused. I would actually have to walk by
STORY A: that house to go to work. I'd walk by it
STORY A: on the way to other friends' houses. I would always
STORY A: make it a point to keep my head down. I
STORY A: wouldn't even look at it because I was terrified. I
STORY A: could sense that something was like in the window watching me.
STORY A: I didn't want to look up and see it, connect
STORY A: with it and let it know that I knew it
STORY A: was there, and then just shy of A year later,
STORY A: Scott came over to our dorm and my friend Stacy
STORY A: casually asks do you still live in that same house?
STORY A: His face changed really suddenly. He said no, very abruptly.
STORY A: He told us how he would be home alone and
STORY A: hear something call his name from somewhere else in the house.
STORY A: It would sound like one of his roommates, and then
STORY A: he would go look around and would realize he was
STORY A: the only one in the house. They would wake up
STORY A: to all their kitchen cabinet doors being open. There would
STORY A: be unexplained slamming and loud footsteps. This was also how
STORY A: I found out that Scott never slept in his room
STORY A: because he was convinced that something in his room was
STORY A: messing was him. One of the roommates who slept down
STORY A: the hall from Scott actually had drilled a dead bolt
STORY A: lock into his door and then a chain lock. The
STORY A: last thing he said was During Alumni weekend, they were
STORY A: on their back porch grilling, and a group of older
STORY A: men were walking down the street and one of the
STORY A: men in this group introduced himself and he told them
STORY A: how he used to live in that house. They invited
STORY A: him in and offered him to go in and see
STORY A: his old room, and he said, no, I don't want
STORY A: to go in, and he wouldn't step on the porch either.
STORY A: As the guy turns to leave, he says, it was
STORY A: nice meeting you and by the way, don't fuck with
STORY A: the demon in the basement. After living in that house,
STORY A: Scott actually wound up leaving school and had to go
STORY A: to therapy because of whatever it was that had been
STORY A: taunting them and messing with them all that time. As
STORY A: scary as it was, seeing that, I do feel like
STORY A: I was deliberately shown that so that I knew to
STORY A: get out of the situation. I'm very grateful for that.
STORY A: It's my hope and prayer that whoever lives there now
STORY A: has some sort of strong positive force in their life
STORY A: and no interest or curiosity in the paranormal, and they
STORY A: don't give it any power by trying to contact it.
THERÉSA: Didn't love the sound of that! There's a saying we
THERÉSA: have here, "soft white light. You're all right. Hoof or
THERÉSA: horn is spirit scorned." Of course, it's not just hoof
THERÉSA: or horn you need to watch out for. There's tall
THERÉSA: and slender, glowing red eyes, bodies of shadow, what else? Smelly, chilly, shrieky, ceiling, leaky.
THERÉSA: I'm missing some
LEN: [MUMBLES]
THERÉSA: oh right, door slamming as you a bad sign. There's others.
THERÉSA: I'll keep thinking on it. In the meantime. We've got
THERÉSA: ads for you.
LEN: [MUMBLES]
THERÉSA: Right, footsteps can be bad. Well, any kind of low growl,
THERÉSA: I guess sounds in general. Eerie singing seems to be
THERÉSA: a big pass-time for spirits.
LEN: [MUMBLES]
THERÉSA: Len, you said "purgatory!" Back in the Elysian Fields. Anytime
THERÉSA: someone says "purgatory" everyone responds, "Did someone say limbo?" and
THERÉSA: they break out the limbo stick and pomegranate Bellinis. Pomegranates,
THERÉSA: you know, "fruit of the dead".
LEN: [MUMBLES]
THERÉSA: I guess you had to be there. You really should
THERÉSA: go sometime, Len. They do Zumba classes every afternoon on
THERÉSA: the Divine Plain. You would love it.
LEN: [MUMBLES]
THERÉSA: Well, anyway, our next story comes to us from Ashley,
THERÉSA: who's something of a spiritual Empath. You know, I'm sort
THERÉSA: of empathic myself. I could always tell when someone felt
THERÉSA: intimidated by me. It happened a lot, honestly. I just
THERÉSA: have that effect on people. You know what, someone right
THERÉSA: now is shrinking in my presence, Probably a listener maybe, Len
LEN: [MUMBLES]
THERÉSA: Whoever you are, never let anyone dull your shine, not
THERÉSA: even a perfect undead influencer with awesome skin if you
THERÉSA: ignore the patches of decay. Okay? good.
STORY B: I never really talk about what happened to me. Psychic
STORY B: mediums were like, you're a clairsentient. You can't hear, you
STORY B: can't see things, but you can feel things in places
STORY B: that have had immense trauma or very strong emotions. But
STORY B: this is the only two times in my life it
STORY B: has ever happened. And they were in the span of
STORY B: like a year. My name is Ashley, and I was
STORY B: haunted while on a historical prison tour.
STORY B: The first time it happened, we went to visit my
STORY B: aunt in eastern Europe. We were there for two weeks total.
STORY B: My parents are huge history buffs, so it was really
STORY B: important to my mom that we go do a couple
STORY B: of museum type stuff while we travel. We went to
STORY B: a bunch of different places. Like we went to a
STORY B: couple of the castles that are over there. She took
STORY B: us to a bunch of different towns just to kind
STORY B: of explore and broaden our horizons. While we were over there,
STORY B: my aunt planned for us to check out one of
STORY B: the prisons that they have there, and they've turned it
STORY B: into a museum as well. We pull up, we park,
STORY B: we go up to the gate and my aunt and
STORY B: my mom and my brother they're all going inside, and
STORY B: I'm only at the entrance, but my body will not
STORY B: move past this point. I felt like my feet were
STORY B: cemented to the ground. I could not go in, and
STORY B: my mom thought I was being like a typical teenager
STORY B: of like I don't want to do this, and I
STORY B: was like, no, you don't understand, like I physically cannot
STORY B: bring myself to go inside. I physically felt like I
STORY B: could not breathe, like I could not get air in
STORY B: my lungs while I was on the premise. The tour
STORY B: guide comes over and she's like, are you okay? And
STORY B: I said, I feel like this overwhelming sense of dread
STORY B: and I can't physically bring my body past this gate,
STORY B: But just give me a couple of minutes. I gotta
STORY B: calm myself down. Finally, we go into the actual prison.
STORY B: The tour guide walks me over to my aunt and
STORY B: she goes, you can walk all the way through, and
STORY B: then at the end it's going to lead you to
STORY B: the museum. And like my mom had already gone in,
STORY B: I wasn't even fully inside, and suddenly I just feel
STORY B: like I can't breathe. The tour guide she's staring at me.
STORY B: Her eyes are huge, and she's like, are you okay?
STORY B: And I said, I can't explain it to you. I
STORY B: feel like I'm choking. And she's like, there's nothing happening
STORY B: to you so she kind of like walks me over
STORY B: to the side, and my mom's like, what is going
STORY B: on with you today? Are you sick?
STORY B: I said, no, it's this place like I feel like
STORY B: I'm suffocating. I still had the feeling all throughout the
STORY B: time that I was on the grounds, and then when
STORY B: we left and we got in the car, I felt
STORY B: one hundred percent normal again.
STORY B: The second time it happened to me, I was in
STORY B: high school. I went to Shawnee High School in Medford,
STORY B: New Jersey, and I took a photography class from my
STORY B: sophomore year to my senior year, and in my junior year,
STORY B: the teacher decided that we were going to start doing
STORY B: field trips to different places in the area, and one
STORY B: of the places that they decided to pick was Eastern
STORY B: State Penitentiary. Eastern State Penitentiary is a very old prison
STORY B: in the heart of Philadelphia. It hasn't been used in
STORY B: many decades. That place is one hundred percent haunted. It's spooky,
STORY B: but it is very cool. A lot of the prison
STORY B: is kind of disheveled and broken, so it's got a
STORY B: lot of very interesting areas to explore, not only like landscapes,
STORY B: but also to focus on like the lighting aspect of it.
STORY B: I was super excited and I was like one of
STORY B: the first ones to sign up. The day of the trip,
STORY B: we got on the buses, we got there. I think
STORY B: there was like fifteen students. When we pulled up on
STORY B: the buses, it kind of looked like a dungeon with
STORY B: the old stone and the ivy and just very run down.
STORY B: We were dropped off at the gates. We had about
STORY B: three hours and they basically said, listen, you can explore
STORY B: a little bit. Just obviously stay within the walls of
STORY B: the penitentiary. You can do a guided tour, but it's
STORY B: really up to everybody. Just meet back where the bus
STORY B: is to go home. So me and my girlfriend Chelsea,
STORY B: we are exploring, We're taking pictures. We got to see
STORY B: all the cool spots like Al Capone's Cell. Al Capone's
STORY B: Cell is very interesting, to say the least. It has
STORY B: everything exactly the way that he left it on the
STORY B: day that he was released. His furniture, there's rugs, there's lamps.
STORY B: There's a radio, which, according to the Eastern State Penitentiary
STORY B: tour guides, tends to go off out of nowhere and
STORY B: it's not connected to anything. It doesn't have any type
STORY B: of batteries, so shouldn't be doing that. I was really
STORY B: hoping that the radio would go off while we were there,
STORY B: but it didn't. It was Chelsea's idea to sign up
STORY B: for a guided tour. She was like, the only way
STORY B: we're going to be able to see certain areas of
STORY B: the penitentiary is if we sign up, because like, Death
STORY B: Row is not open to the public. You can't just
STORY B: walk through it. It's like gated off. We were the
STORY B: only two that were from the field trip on this
STORY B: guided tour. There was maybe ten of us total. The
STORY B: tour guide was a woman in her mid forties, and
STORY B: of course, back when I was seventeen, I was like, ah,
STORY B: this old lady. But no, she was very nice, very
STORY B: put together, very soft spoken. She had been doing this
STORY B: for about ten years, so she was very knowledgeable of
STORY B: the entire penitentiary.
STORY B: We start the tour. She's taking us towards Death Row,
STORY B: which is very narrow when you first walk in. She explains,
STORY B: there's two areas that you can explore in here. The
STORY B: guard's side, which is the path that most guards took
STORY B: to get into where death Row is, and then the
STORY B: inmate side, which is the showers. So you have to
STORY B: go through the showers to get to the cells. Chelsea
STORY B: and I wanted to get some pictures of the showers
STORY B: and then hopefully down towards where the cells were, so
STORY B: we separated from our little group and we're going through the showers.
STORY B: Chelsea was like setting up to take a picture. But
STORY B: when I step into the showers, I felt this really intense,
STORY B: sharp pain on the right side of my back. It
STORY B: was like this burning, stabbing sensation, and it knocks the
STORY B: wind out of me. I dropped to my knees. I
STORY B: can't breathe, I can't stand up, I can barely move.
STORY B: It hit me so hard and so fast out of nowhere.
STORY B: I was maybe three feet into the shower. I was
STORY B: in shock on top of being in excruciating pain. I
STORY B: can't even compare it to anything. I never felt something
STORY B: so sharp and so sudden come over me like that.
STORY B: I was sweaty, clammy and like a chill came over
STORY B: my body. Chelsea came rushing over and she's like, are
STORY B: you okay? She could instantly tell something was seriously wrong.
STORY B: She was scared. She thought I really got hurt. She
STORY B: was like, stand up, Come on, you can do it.
STORY B: I'm gonna help you. Get up. You gotta get up
STORY B: off your knees right now. Get up. Like yelling at
STORY B: me and the tour guide noticed that we hadn't caught up
STORY B: with in the group. She peeks her head around the
STORY B: corner and said, just keep walking. At seventeen, I was like,
STORY B: what is this lady's problem? Like I thought she was
STORY B: yelling at me, thinking I was goofing off, and I
STORY B: just remember looking at her and being like, I can't
STORY B: stand up. I can't catch my breath. You've got to
STORY B: be kidding me. And I was like I can't, and
STORY B: she was like, no, trust me, just keep walking. I
STORY B: could see that she was also panicked. Between the look
STORY B: on her face and the way that she said it,
STORY B: I knew I have to like get to her. She
STORY B: knows something that I don't know, and that if I
STORY B: just walked to her and I got myself out of
STORY B: the spot that I was in, I was gonna be fine.
STORY B: At that point, Chelsea basically lifts me to get me
STORY B: back up onto my feet and we start walking towards
STORY B: the tour guide. As we got closer and closer to her,
STORY B: the better I felt. All of the pain started to
STORY B: dissipate and the cold sweat started to disappear. When I
STORY B: got to the tour guide, she was like, are you alright?
STORY B: And I was like, I think so, And then she
STORY B: said where was your pain? And I said it was
STORY B: my right back, and she was kind of intrigued because
STORY B: she had me tell her what it felt like. It
STORY B: was the most intense pain I've ever felt in my life.
STORY B: So she told me that when this was a functioning prison,
STORY B: there was a guard that went in to check on
STORY B: an inmate in the shower who said he did not
STORY B: feel well, and when he did that, two other inmates
STORY B: jumped this guard and stabbed him and he bled out,
STORY B: and she goes, I don't want to freak you out,
STORY B: but I've been doing this for ten years now, and
STORY B: this is the third time that I've seen this reaction
STORY B: in these showers. And I just remember looking her dead
STORY B: in the face, saying, you're kidding me, and she was like, no,
STORY B: literally two other people have dropped in that exact spot,
STORY B: just like you did. And she said the guard died
STORY B: from a stabbing to his right kidney. And then that's
STORY B: when I looked at Chelsea and I'm like, you need
STORY B: to look at my back right now. And I pulled
STORY B: my shirt up and I was like, is there any
STORY B: marks on me? I was having her check to make
STORY B: sure that I did not actually get stabbed. She looks
STORY B: and she's like, no, there's nothing. No bruises, no scratching,
STORY B: no red marks, nothing on my back. Death Row was
STORY B: like the first stop on our tour, so we still
STORY B: had about forty five minutes left of that, but I
STORY B: told Chelsea that I wanted to sit for the rest
STORY B: of the trip until everybody met up with us to leave.
STORY B: Don't get me wrong, I love everything odd and creepy
STORY B: and strange, and Halloween's my favorite time of year, but
STORY B: I don't want it to be in my everyday life.
STORY B: I don't really know why it happened to me. I'm
STORY B: now thirty two, I've had two children, and even having
STORY B: children wasn't as intense as the pain that I felt
STORY B: that day.
THERÉSA: This one is extra unsettling. Haunting is generally a "look
THERÉSA: don't touch" business, so anytime someone experiences physical pain, you
THERÉSA: know it's serious. That being said, visiting death row of
THERÉSA: an old prison when you know you're sensitive to the supernatural. Sorry,
THERÉSA: that's kind of on you. Well, that's it for today, Hauntos.
THERÉSA: If you've ever been shanked by a ghost, email us
THERÉSA: at HauntingThePodcast@gmail.com and your story could be featured on an
THERÉSA: upcoming episode. Until then, keep the portals open and the
THERÉSA: veils thin, and we'll see you next time here in purgatory.
THERÉSA: I said, see you next time here in purgatory. Len,
THERÉSA: When I say purgatory, you say,
LEN: [MUMBLES]
THERÉSA: "Limbo" Remember? Okay, you know we just talked about this.
THERÉSA: You know, you of all people could use a vacation.
LEN: [MUMBLES]
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CREDITS: is directed by Aleah Welsh and produced by Trey Morgan.
CREDITS: It is written by Aleah Welsh, with additional writing by
CREDITS: Nancy Glass, Trey Morgan, and Ben Fetterman. Additional production support
CREDITS: by Curry Richman and Todd Gans. Additional voice acting by
CREDITS: Trey Morgan as the character producer Len Walker. Editing and
CREDITS: sound designed by Matt Delvecchio and mixed by Dave Saia.
CREDITS: Operations and production support by Kristin Melchiorre. Haunting's theme and
CREDITS: original compositions work composed by Oliver Baines and Dorry Macaulay
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