Brunckow's Bloody Cabin

Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no hollow, or one that lieth dead in the desert, or a ghost unburied, or a demon, or a ghoul, whatever thou be until thou art removed, thou shalt find here no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand to our own Into our house enter thou not Through our fence break through thou not We are protected though we may be frightened Our life you may not steal Though we may be scared to death Welcome to Scared to Death Creeps, Creepers, Roberts, and Annabelles I'm Dan Hello Dan, I'm Lulu Hello Lulu Hello Another quick cruise announcement since tickets go on sale later this week. And then we're into our show. Yeah. So in case you missed it or are listening out of order or just simply forgot, Dan and I are once again going on Crime Wave at Sea. It's so fun. It's so freaking fun. Even if you think you're not a cruise person, you're this kind of cruise person. 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I don't know about spring. I would say February is pretty wintry. Okay. But it'll feel like spring because we're in the Caribbean. Nailed it. Okay, perfect. Who doesn't need a little break from the doom and gloom of the winter? You're right, Dan. Exactly. What paranormal listener claims have you chosen to share this week from those sent in to my story at scaredtodeathpodcast.com? Well, I have two tales this week, naturally. And my first tale is entitled The Hands on the Window. Nice. Yes. which like immediately conjures up some creepy visuals. And my second story I really like, which is unusual for me because it's a little bit open-ended, but it's called Follow the Light. And I can see myself in this scenario. Okay, awesome. Yeah. For my first of two stories, we're going to head to the Arizona deserts where just a few miles outside of Tombstone, there sits a small adobe ruin with the body count that defies belief. More than 20 men are thought to have been murdered on this small, dusty patch of land. And according to decades of witnesses, some of them have never stopped killing one another. This is a story of Bruncow Cabin, a place that doesn't, or Bruncow's cabin, a place that does just remember violence, it reportedly replays it. And for my second, and that'll make sense here soon, for my second, we'll head to South Carolina to the Embassy Suites Greenville Golf Resort, located next to the Preserve at Verde Golf Course, a place where one of our longtime researchers, Olivia Lee, had her very own paranormal experience when she was a little girl. Oh, cool. Yeah, it's a claim I'm very excited to share with everyone. I think these stories always hit a bit different when they come from somebody you know. 100%. So once you've completed your scared to death sock pre-story ritual, I will begin. Okay, I don't know who sent these to me. There was no name on them, but they're these, hold your breath. They're these super cute frogs. And I know that's not a phrase anyone ever thought I would say, but it's cute. he's reading a spell book and it says, there's a spell for that. And I felt like with Valentine's Day coming up, it's like, you know, who doesn't need a little love spell? Oh yeah. Happy Valentine's Day. We're recording way early. So, uh, so, or like, you know, we're way ahead right now, which is nice. So yeah, it's not even January. It's not even January 14th. We're more than a month away from Valentine's Day. Okay. This first story is not the kind that you want to rush through. It's the kind you sit with the way the desert around the remains of this cabin seem to sit with every bad thing that ever happened there. To really understand why this place feels wrong, you have to imagine Southern Arizona long before Tombstone was famous, before it was kitschy and safe. Back when it wasn't some Hollywood version of the Wild West, back when it truly was the Wild West in all its gritty, bloody, lawless, murderous glory. Back then, the Arizona desert didn't have to kill you with heat and thirst. It could kill you with opportunity, with greed. It could kill you with the quiet certainty that if someone wanted you or what you had badly enough, it sure as hell wasn't going to try and stop them from doing whatever they felt they had to do to take it. And it would never tell anyone who killed you once you were gone. Just a handful of miles southeast of Tombstone, far enough away that trouble wouldn't always drift back into town, sits a low forgotten structure that looks a lot less like a house and more like a pause or a dent in the landscape, a place even rougher and deadlier than the infamous outlaw town it predates. Brunkow's Cabin, a place that feels like it was built for murder. Time now for the tale of Brunkow's Bloody Cabin. William Brunkow came west chasing the same thing thousands of men chased in the mid-late 1800s, the promise that the land might finally give back a whole lot more than it took. He came to America from Prussia in 1850, when the Polish government went after him for participating in a failed military insurrection two years prior called the Greater Poland Uprising. Over the next few years, Brunkow made his way west to the Arizona Territory by working various odd jobs as a deckhand on a Mississippi River steamboat, as a shingle maker in Texas. And finally, in 1856, he was recruited as a mining engineer for the Sonora Mining and Exploration Company. He would leave the Sonora Mining and Exploration Company in 1858 and take the knowledge he had gained and apply it towards working on his own claim. The San Pedro Silver Mine, situated deep in Apache country, in an especially desolate section of the Sonoran Desert. Little is known about him, but he was said to be a hardworking, pragmatic German immigrant. And to help with his new mining operation, Bruncow hired mining engineers William Williams. and yes, his name was literally William Williams, and his cousin James Williams, as well as John Morse, a chemist, and David Brontogger, a German cook. He additionally hired 10 to 12 Mexican nationals as laborers, unnamed in any historical documentation. And it was on his claim near the mine that in 1859, 20 years prior to the 1879 founding of Tombstone, on a hill overlooking the San Pedro River, Brunkow built a simple adobe cabin featuring a tin roof and a fireplace. It was built with thick walls and a low profile, a structure designed to keep the heat out during the day and the danger out at night. A place to store supplies, provide shelter for sleep when necessary, and occasionally host other miners moving through the region. The cabin Brunkow built was not decorative. It was not meant to be necessarily welcoming either. It was practical, meant to survive and to provide protection. and it would in the end fail mightily on both of those fronts. On July 23rd, 1860, just two years after it was built, one of the mining engineers, William Williams, departed the cabin to buy supplies from Fort Buchanan, some 35 miles to the west. When Williams approached the cabin three days later, at around midnight on July 26th, he had a bad feeling in his gut that something terrible had happened. He began to grow suspicious when no dogs barked at him as he approached and then he noticed the unpleasant sour stench of rotten meat permeating the area. When he entered the small cabin, Williams found that the place had been ransacked and provisions had been scattered about. And then he saw the dead body of his cousin, James Williams, lying amongst the scattered debris. He had been shot several times. Fearing that whoever had perpetrated the crime might still be lurking around, waiting and willing to put more blood on their hands, Williams immediately rode back to Fort Buchanan through the night, arriving there at about 6 a.m. A squad of soldiers was quickly dispatched to investigate, and when they arrived, they found the bodies of not only the mining engineer James, but also the chemist John Morse, and also Frederick Brunkow's body, which had been run through with a rock drill. He had died from being impaled. He was drilled before his body had been unceremoniously tossed down the shaft of the mine. He'd been tortured before he'd been killed, in all likelihood he'd been tortured to tell whoever had killed him where he had hidden whatever gold he had found, and whatever cash he had amassed from selling some of that gold. His killers took whatever gold and cash they'd found and vanished into the desert night. And here's where the story takes on the shape of a curse. Those three deaths will be followed by over 20 additional murders, said to have taken place on the same property in the coming few decades. The next to die would be the first U.S. Marshal ever appointed to the Arizona Territory, Milton B. Duffield, a man with a reputation for fearlessness. John Gregory Bork, an Old West historian and a decorated combat veteran from the Civil War, once described Duffield as wearing, quote, 11 firearms and a knife at one time, usually concealed. In 1873, a few years after retiring from being a lawman, Duffield acquired ownership of Brunkow's cabin and his mining claim. However, another man named James T. Holmes also claimed to be the owner, and he actually lived in the cabin. On June 5th, 1874, Duffield arrived at Brunkow's cabin to forcibly evict Holmes. As he approached, Duffield began, quote, waving his arms and shouting like a madman, according to one contemporary account, to get Holmes' attention. Assuming that Duffield was, quote, armed to the teeth, as he often was, and knowing of his violent reputation, Holmes grabbed his double-barreled shotgun, walked out the front door, and without hesitation, opened fire, and he shot the lawman dead. It was at this point that Holmes realized that his victim was unarmed. Duffield was then buried in a shallow grave somewhere near the cabin, and Holmes was soon arrested, tried for murder, and sentenced to just three years in prison, but he would escape before having a chance to even serve any of those years, and he would never be seen in Arizona again. The next dead bodies would be uncovered by Ed Shefflin, a prospector known to history as the father of Tombstone. In 1877, just prior to the discovery that led to the founding of Tombstone, Shefflin established a permanent camp at Brunkow's cabin to be used as a base for exploration. And over the course of the next few weeks, he found several fresh graves. To this day, no one knows who these additional bodies belong to, But Shufflin assumed they were men, likely miners, killed in fights with nearby Apaches. And now, written records of a supposed haunting began to show up. By the 1880s, Arizona newspapers were already reporting on the, quote, ghostly apparitions said to be haunting the cabin or the many different murders that had taken place. In 1881, Prescott, Arizona's newspaper, The Arizona Democrat, discussed the cabin's history of, quote, uninterrupted violence and murder. affirming that between the time of Frederick Brunkow's death and the writing of the newspaper an additional 17 men had met their early ends at the cabin. The newspaper also attested to the haunted reputation writing quote the graves lie thick around the old adobe house prospectors and miners avoid that spot as they would the plague and many of them will tell you that the unquiet spirits of the departed are wont to revisit and wander about the scene. An article in the May 20th, 1897 edition of the Tombstone Prospector said that on one occasion, a gang of bandits fought each other for loot they had recently stolen from a Wells Fargo bullion wagon. Apparently, they disagreed on who should get what cut of the spoils, and they ended up turning on one another, and each man took at least one bullet. All five of those bandits were later found dead, and their load of stolen bullion was recovered at the scene. The tombstone prospector also mentioned a ghost that supposedly regularly walked around that cabin at night, but when anybody tried to approach it, it would vanish, then quickly reappear somewhere else. The newspaper also added that some people had reported hearing the sounds of mining coming from the shaft, such as, quote, pounding on drills, pickaxes, pulling away rocks, and the sawing of lumber for trusses, even though no one was around doing any mining, At least no one's still alive. Fast forward a few years, and the local gold rush had ended, and Tombstone had become less lawless and more legend. The desert had been busy swallowing roads, claiming buildings, and erasing names. But Brunkow's cabin remains. And now people who visit it often report the same unsettling realization. It certainly doesn't feel abandoned. Numerous visitors have described an almost immediate sensation of being noticed, as if their arrival has been registered. as if something has lifted its head and turned towards them. One person said that approaching the ruins feels like sitting down in a room where someone else has been quietly sitting for a long time, and they're not happy that you just showed up. Not terrifying, just uncomfortable. One of the most persistent themes is the sense of multiple presences, being active at once at this location. Numerous people have described seeing multiple shadowy figures just outside the ruins of the former cabin. never fully formed, never stepping into the light, but always watching. Several paranormal tour guides have mentioned that visitors tend to feel most uncomfortable when they're facing the ruins with their backs turned toward the open desert, especially at or shortly after sunset. The sensation of being watched will become so strong that people often turn around instinctively, only to find nothing there. But when they turn back around, the feeling of being watched returns. Phantom footsteps are often reported around the cabin as well, and these footsteps sound heavy, purposeful. They've been described as the sounds of boots crunching along gravel. Interestingly, they don't sound like they're approaching or retreating. They sound like they're circling whoever can hear them. That detail, the circling, shows up again and again and again in posted encounters, one of the most unsettling aspects of the haunting. The footsteps are also said to stop when acknowledged, then resume when ignored. Almost as if whatever is out there making that sound is testing whether or not you've noticed them. And then there are the voices. Several different voices have been supposedly heard at once, all of them low, male, and indistinct. People often dismiss them as the wind at first until they realize the whispers are coming from behind them or from inside the ruins of the cabin when no one is there. Less commonly reported, but perhaps most disturbing, is the ghost of an unknown woman. She always seems to appear near dusk and always at a distance, never inside the ruins of the former cabin. She's been described as wearing white, old-fashioned clothing. She doesn't wave or call out. She only watches. Some say she looks mournful. Others say she looks stern. And when she's noticed, she always vanishes. The website ghostcitytours.com lists several other types of encounters and supposed entities from this site, and their accounts are decidedly more malevolent. According to them, Brunkow's spirit remains pinned to his murder site, sometimes appearing with what looks like a mining drill protruding from his chest. What a terrible way to die. He has reportedly manifested as a full-bodied apparition speaking German, warning visitors to leave. Some have reported seeing him trying to pull the drill from his body, screaming in pain, and then his scream echoes across the desert. His appearances are said to often precede violent paranormal attacks. Multiple spirits have supposedly manifested simultaneously, reenacting various murders. Witnesses have reported seeing groups of transparent figures seemingly killing one another in an endless loop of gunfights stabbing strangulations and more all occurring in the same space These overlapping death scenes have allegedly caused a nauseating strobe effect of violence that has caused visitors to experience intense psychological distress, sometimes to even lose consciousness. Even more terrifying, a massive shadow figure, distinct from the human spirits, is said to have been witnessed stalking the perimeter. Supposedly standing over eight feet tall with glowing red eyes, This entity seems to feed on the land's history of violence. Some paranormal investigators believe it is not human, but something demonic, attracted to all the death energy there. The Earth itself around the ruins also is said to be haunted with voices heard screaming from the ground and spectral hands witness reaching up from the dirt. One group of paranormal researchers mentioned on the Ghost City Tour's website even classified Brunkow Cabin as a dimensional portal, a tear between worlds with witnesses supposedly reporting seeing impossible geometries, landscapes that shouldn't exist, and creatures that defy description. Time distortions are said to be common here, with visitors experiencing missing time on the property. And now I'd like to share one of the most unsettling modern accounts I was able to find from a post that appeared on a paranormal forum several years ago. I've gone back and forth about posting this for years because I don't really know how to explain what happened without sounding like I'm exaggerating. I'm not. If anything, I'm probably leaving things out because I still don't fully understand them. This happened outside of Tombstone, Arizona at the Bruin Cow Cabin Ruins. I didn't know much about the place when it happened. Just that it was supposedly haunted. And that's it. No details and no history. There were three of us. Me, my friend Jordan, and my friend Melissa. We're all in our late 20s and had decided to spend a weekend in Tombstone, drinking, going on ghost tours, and just having a good time together. And on Friday night, a bartender told us very plainly not to go out to the Brunkow cabin after dark. She wasn't joking, but being dramatic, just real matter of fact. It was like someone offhandedly saying, don't swim there, people drown. Of course, we went anyway. We parked a little ways away just before sunset and technically we snuck in. It's on private property, but no one lives nearby. I've never been out in the desert like that before at night. The temperature drops surprisingly fast after sundown and it's so dark. Beautiful too. The sky was incredibly clear and I don't think I've ever seen that many stars before. It was also eerie. You can't hear the noise of any nearby traffic or town. Just bugs and animals and maybe sometimes something else. You can often hear things moving if you stop and listen, but you don't know exactly where they are or what they are. I was already feeling pretty freaked out by the time I got there. The ruins were a lot smaller than I expected and lower, almost sunk it into the ground. The look of it for me made it so that it didn't feel abandoned. It felt paused, like something had stepped away and hadn't come back to finish it yet. At first, nothing happened. We joked around, took some photos, and sat down on the ground near the remains of the cabin. Then out of nowhere, Melissa looked scared and said, I feel like we shouldn't be sitting here. Jordan laughed, but I didn't. Because the second she said it, I realized I felt the same thing. Like something had noticed us arriving and was deciding what to do with that information. I turned around, but there was nothing there. We all stayed there quietly for another minute, and that's when the footsteps started. They didn't approach us. They didn't retreat. Instead, they moved around us. slow and heavy the sound of a big man in boots walking along gravel i stood up immediately and the footsteps stopped that should have been enough for us to leave instead we stood there trying to convince ourselves it was an animal or someone messing with us and we sat back down just a few minutes later the same sound of circling footsteps started up again sounding closer this time jordan whispered that's not one person i scanned the desert and i saw something multiple somethings I couldn't see figures, not exactly, but I could see places where the darkness looked thicker and like it was shaped intentionally, like silhouettes that hadn't fully finished forming. They weren't moving when I looked, but it felt like they were watching and then the whispers started. Not one voice, but several overlapping one another. At first I hoped it was just the wind until I realized the sound wasn't coming from the desert in front of us, it was coming from behind us, from the ruins. and then one voice separated itself from the others, a man's voice, and he sounded calm but tired, or maybe resigned is a better word. He said, everyone thinks they won't be next. Right when I heard that, Melissa gassed and said that something brushed past her. That's when everything started to feel wrong all at once. For a moment, and I don't know how to explain this, it felt like time slipped, like the desert around us stuttered, and we saw the strangest, most terrible scenes, men fighting, shooting, and worse. So many men all in the same space. So much violence. And it looked so real it made me nauseous. Jordan and Melissa started to scream and we all started running back towards the car. And the sound of footsteps followed us the entire way. Thank God they stopped the second the car door slammed shut. And then nothing seemed to follow us back to our hotel. That was by far the craziest night of my life. I've never heard of a place where that many spirits appear at once before. But now, believe it or not, I've seen it. Bruncow's cabin has to be the most haunted place on Earth. I don't think we've ever had a story where you're repeating the violence. They're seeing a battle play out, essentially. But I don't know, or murder after murder. I guess we have seen battlefield soldiers and whatnot. But this is different than that. Yeah, there'll be haunted battlefields like Gettysburg and stuff. where there will be, you know, there's been reports of, yeah, people seem like battle scenes play out. But I can't think of violence from different times simultaneously being played out in the same space. Uh-huh. It's almost like they're layered on top of each other. Uh-huh. You know, where it's like a weird seven-layer cake. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know, like down here is the first one and up here is the last one and here's everything in between. And like, yeah. Just producing this like nauseating, dizzying effect. Uh-huh. Yeah, no, I've never heard of like that, like an orgy of violence like that, you know, spectral violence either. Yeah. And also like, I mean, we've probably heard this before, but I think it's rare. But that thing of like the footsteps, you know, usually when you hear talk about footsteps, you know, they're walking down a hallway or they're walking in the attic somewhere like that. But circling people, like circling the thing, that's different and multiple, like the sound of multiple people circling you. That's intense. It is. And to me, it makes sense in this location. Yeah. Because they probably think that like you're the next person coming to try and find the gold or take the mining claim. So they're not just going to let you take it. I know it's crazy to think about that era of, you know, history. And I guess like, you know, most of the world was like this until very recently where, you know, prior to like telephones, basically, and definitely prior to like telegrams, you know, if you were out away from town, outside of a town, like most people, I feel like back, you know, in history, they would congregate in towns largely for safety. Yes. Yes, for commerce and different things too, but also so your neighbors could hear somebody approaching. You could call out and somebody could hear you cry for help. Yes. But back then, like no phones, nothing. You're out by yourself. And people know that mining is being done in this area. You have a mine claim nearby. It's like, you got to expect in this like, you know, time and place that people are going to come for you. Absolutely. Yeah. And what a crazy thing. Because when they do come for you, you're on your own. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. I know. Just think about going to bed tonight. Oh my God. How do you ever sleep soundly? I know. Think about going to bed tonight. We have all this gold. Great. Like we're great. Yeah. We're happy that we have all this gold, but also we know that odds are other people know we have this gold and there's no one, no one living around us and we just have guns and they're, they're going to have guns and we just hope that we're going to shoot better than they shoot. If they come. It's such a wild. It's fucking crazy. No, it's, I don't know how you don't just sleep in shifts. Right. Right. You know? Yep. And then like, Penny and Gigi would be useless. Yep. What? They have snacks. Oh, and dogs like actually were so much more important back then absolutely because like real dogs not dogs like we have i know not little fluffy designer dogs but like when they because when they would bark it's like you're like okay maybe an animal but also maybe somebody coming to kill me uh-huh warning warning yep exactly it's not just like a car driving by or something like that yeah no it's in that so that whole like circling it's like well yeah i bet some of the people who died there and like you know so many people did die there and were killed there i bet it was just like the people we don't know about just a repeating cycle of like somebody else tries to take the claim and they mine some gold and then somebody goes to them and has a gun battle and it's like yeah you probably would like walk around getting the right angle maybe hoping that you'd kind of wake the person up and they'd peek out so you could shoot them or something yeah wild I do have a question I don't know if you'll have the answer but early on you were talking about like when you were talking about in the Wells Fargo section of the story the bullion gold okay gold bullion okay to be clear yeah i heard bullion like like um like a like a chicken cube yeah and i was like the fuck yeah i mean who knows maybe i'm pronouncing it wrong but yeah but i think that's how you say it like uh back like on pirate ships and stuff they have like gold coins gold bullion i think they called them now i actually want to um well i think that i think that like chicken bouillon. I think it's bouillon and I think it's actually French. Right, right, right, right. So I think they are in fact two different words, but I was giggling to myself. I was having quite a little laughter. A little sack of chicken broth. And I might've been pronouncing it like you pronounced the broth, but the difference is just one letter. Like, um, for the gold, it's B-U-L-L-I-O-N. Yeah. And for the little, like the soup you just add an o in front of the u uh yeah so probably very similarly pronounced yeah well i think it is pronounced yeah gold or silver in bulk before coining or valued by weight is the yeah okay well i just learned something new yeah you know yeah yeah and wells fargo was you know around back then the like the pony express kind of like they were you know just taking like wagons full of gold into like early banks and things uh-huh i know i love that wells fargo is still around uh-huh yeah yeah i don't know if it's america's oldest bank still in operation but it's gotta be close um there's probably some ones on the east coast that never went out to the wild west that maybe you're sure sure i have some photos like pilgrim bank or something yeah it sounds mayflower bank uh this uh first photo is of the ruins of brun cow's cabin and it comes from az offroad.net so there i mean there's not much left of it no it's very underwhelming yep just the just like parts of the walls you know it's been neglected for a long long time and it's not like this was built, you know, to be like some lasting home place. It was just like a temporary structure, but, you know, thick walls that hopefully, obviously it didn't keep people out very well, but that was the point to try and keep them out so they could get a bunch of gold, store it, and then try and take it someplace safe. I know, in my mind, like, the safest way, the best way to stay safe is it's like, you can't have any windows. Right, right. One tiny, tiny, tiny door. Or you'd almost want a tiny window that you could see and get some shots out. Yeah. And you wouldn't want it wooden because you wouldn't want them to be able to burn you out. Yes, yes, yes. And just the heat of the Arizona desert. Totally, totally. This next one comes from seniortrails.com and it's just from a little bit farther away to show how desolate the area is. It's just open desert around. What a crazy thing to just show up there. Uh-huh, yeah. And then one more, a final photo with Tombstone. I think it's Tombstone way off in the background from vantramp.com. And you can see the ruins there on the right. Yes. And then way out at the base of the mountains, there's a little town. But yeah. Have you ever been to Tombstone? I actually never have. And I would love to. Oh, you should do that. I know. I really would want to go. There's so much cool Wild West history there. That'd be fun. That'd be super fun. Okay. Yes. We'll put it on the list of things we're going to do someday. Yeah. Many things. Many, many, many things. And usually our adventures aren't stateside. So this is a good stateside one. Yeah. Now, I know you did not bring up Bisbee, Arizona. I know. Bisbee? Bisbee. I know you did not bring up Bisbee, Arizona, but I can't talk about Arizona without mentioning to my ladies out there that one of my favorite online clothing shops is Classic Rock Couture, and they're based out of Bisbee, Arizona. Crazy. And I wore their pants to summer camp last year, and that little nylon, or I'm sorry, satin zip jacket that has the sunset on the back that you love? It's from that company. it's really high quality items like I just found them online I think I got Instagrammed and I am obsessed so ladies check it out and one of my top five favorite comedians of all time lives in Bisbee Arizona and has for many years Doug Stanhope yeah and it's a little town it's not a big town but I would like to go there too because apparently it's a very very artsy eclectic little town yes I would also like to make it to Santa Fe let's do it let's do all of it let's do like a little southwest road trip cool okay alright are you are you ready to leave the desert of Arizona and hear a personal paranormal story reported by one of our longest tenured researchers. Yeah, I'm very excited for this. Before I share that tale, we're going to take a quick in-between story sponsor break. 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Hope you heard some good ones. and yeah now for a story about a haunted hotel that we honestly almost certainly would have never featured here because there's very little information online about its supposed paranormal activity however one of our researchers olivia lee who's worked for us i believe since maybe even before scared to death first came to be uh told me she experienced uh something there so after a very brief setup i'll share her claim the embassy suite's greenville golf resort is located next to the preserve at verde golf course and it is relatively new opening just in 1993 rumors of this place being haunted began during construction so right away uh the greenville police department received multiple reports of lights in the building being on at night before power had been turned on for the location so how creepy is that uh thinking somebody was living there you know during construction, maybe using a generator. Local police came out to investigate each call. Each time, no generator. Each time they determined the building was secure and unoccupied. But still, the reports would continue. What was this hotel built on? What had they disturbed? Then immediately after the grand opening, guests started to report hearing disembodied wailing and strange disturbing sounds coming from the hallways outside the rooms. Some golfers also reported hearing strange noises around the property, and the golf course reportedly has certain areas where nothing will grow. What's causing all this? No one seems to know. This Embassy Suites location is a shrouded mystery. And now for Olivia's claim, which I will share exactly as she wrote it. Time now for the tale of uninvited screams at the slumber party. the following is my personal experience at the embassy suites my memory is a little fuzzy regarding certain details i'm pretty sure i was in the third grade so this would have occurred in the spring of 2009 my best friend at the time we'll call her morgan was having a special birthday that year her parents let her invite a few friends to stay the night at the hotel i've never done anything or i'd never done anything like this before and was pretty thrilled about getting to stay in a fancy hotel. We were going to have our own room that connected to her parents, so it felt like something exciting and grown up. Morgan invited our other good friend Jenna, and her little sister Bree, who was a year younger than us, also tagged along. I remember that we had a pretty fun evening. We explored the main level, ate at the hotel snack bar, and swam in the pool for a couple of hours. Eventually, Morgan's parents told us it was time to head up to our room for the evening. Our plans for the evening consisted of watching movies and staying up way too late talking, like we always did during sleepovers. Before she left our room, Morgan's mom gave us the usual parent speech. We weren't to leave the room for any reason and to come get her if we needed anything. We watched a movie and a half before we grew bored. I can't remember exactly what we watched, most likely whatever movie was trendy at the time. The four of us were divided up into the two queen beds, Morgan with her sister and me with Jenna. We were laying there giggling and trying to talk quietly so we didn't wake Morgan's parents up when we were disturbed by a strange noise outside It sounded like distant yelling but I couldn make out any of the words All of us stopped talking and looked at each other I remember that jenna opened her mouth to say something but she never got the words out All of us jumped when we heard that noise again the indiscernible yelling Only this time it was much closer right outside our door. A moment later, there was a loud knock on our door, just one, followed by the sound of footsteps running past. Is someone outside? Jenna whispered. I said nothing. I remember that I felt frozen with fear. I was a nervous child and got scared easily. As an adult, the events I'm describing don't seem scary at all on paper, but I vividly remember how I felt in that moment. We were all terrified by the unexpected disturbance. Morgan, who was the bravest of our group, crawled out of bed and stood on her tiptoes by the door. She could just barely see out the peephole. She turned back to us and shook her head, indicating that there was no one outside. A few moments later, just as Morgan was getting back into bed, we heard the yelling again, a little further down the hall. I still couldn't make out any of the words. It didn't sound like the person was speaking another language. Whoever was out there was just shouting incoherently. I do remember that they had a deep voice and the footsteps were heavy, as if a man was outside. We were starting to relax when it happened again. Pounding footsteps raced down the hall and a fist knocked on our door once as they passed. None of us were fast enough to get to the door and look out at the peephole. We would have been too scared to do that anyway. After a few moments of silence, Morgan's sister whispered, I'm scared. Morgan sighed and got up again. I'll get my mom. She gently pushed open the door connecting our rooms. I heard muffled voices on the other side before Morgan's mom walked into our room, rubbing her tired eyes. What's wrong? She asked. There's someone outside. They keep yelling and running past our room. Morgan said we nodded our heads backing up her story her mom raised an eyebrow really I haven't heard anything to our shock she opened the door and peeked her head outside the hotel structures of the hallways are like balconies overlooking the lobby down below if someone was running around different floors trying to cause a scene she would have seen them I remember it was quiet throughout the hotel that night almost dead silent not a soul was out there even though it was a Friday night. Morgan's mom shook her head as she closed the door and secured the latch. It's probably just an unruly kid causing trouble. Try and get some sleep, girls. She patted Morgan's head before returning to her room. We spent several minutes in worried silence. We were too afraid to start chatting again, and the mood had been dampened by this frightening experience. Jenna was the one who spoke up first, trying to offer comforting words. She said, don't be scared. God will protect us. Morgan, a pastor's daughter, responded in a serious tone and said, if God wants us to die, then we'll die. I still remember how those words struck fear into me. It was the first time I'd ever heard anything like that. And it sounded so strange coming out of this young girl's mouth. Even though her words had terrified me, everyone else seemed to move on quickly. I think one of them started playing a game of would you rather or truth or dare. There were no more disturbances and everyone fell asleep easily. About a half hour later, everyone except for me. I spent a long time lying awake, worrying that whoever was outside would come back, but they never did. That was the first and only time I've stayed at the embassy suites in Greenville. I didn't think of this experience for years until I was researching some haunted locations in South Carolina for scare to death and the embassy suites came up. I read some very brief claims that others posted online and it jogged my memory. For the first time, it made me asked a question, was it a person outside the hotel room or something else? I personally do not want to know the answer. The highlight of that story. Oh, that girl saying that? If God wants us to die, we'll die. I know. Cause I can picture a little kid saying that and then with so much certainty and thinking they're so profound. Uh-huh. And then like the other kids being like, why would you say that? That is not comforting in the least. That is so funny. Oh my God, Diana, that was so funny. Yeah, I mean, it's a crazy story. Also, congratulations to Olivia. She actually just got married. Yay! Yep, and this is an interesting story, you know, when she says, because of the layout of the hotel. I'll show you these pictures, or these pictures, you can see it here. This first one's from TripAdvisor.com, and it's just a photo of it, you know, from the outside, exterior shot, so we can get a feel for what it looks like. Nothing haunted looking about it. And then from Expedia.com, a photo of that open layout of the interior Olivia talked about. Okay, yeah, I could picture it. That's what I was thinking. Yep, and I've stayed in a ton of hotels like this over the course of my life where, yeah, it's like all the rooms, when you walk out your door, the hallway, there's a wall on your side where the rooms are, but then the other side is, other than like a little like, yeah, like a short wall so you don't just like fall off the balcony, essentially, like she said. I don't know, maybe three feet tall. And then you just look over that and down into like the bar and lobby at the base. Yeah, it's sort of just like an atrium in the middle that you're facing. Yeah, atrium, yes. Or like a galley or an arcade. Yeah. And I actually just as a female, if I'm traveling solo, this is ideal. Oh yeah. I feel so safe in these settings. Right, because everyone like- Anyone can see me walking down the hall. There's like no- Totally. There's not no, there is less of a chance of some creep following me down the hallway. Yep, yeah, exactly. It's very open, you know, and so when she's describing this experience of hearing somebody, which others have also described this experience, you know, like nothing in depth, but online, I felt like just accounts of like, yep, that's a thing that happens. There's the sound of somebody screaming out in the, you know, atrium or in the hallway outside your room and then like running back and forth. But if that were to happen, you would see it. Like you would, like, you know. Yeah, the bartender, the receptionist, another hotel guest. Absolutely. Uh-huh. So yeah, that would freak me out too. Yeah. And do we know, was it built on some former cemetery? Is there any reports that it was built on burial grounds? Or all the traditional spaces that we would consider? No, I was wondering that too, because it is unusual that the haunting started right away. Like during the construction, that weird thing about, I like that detail about the lights being on when they didn't have power yet. Yeah, I know specifically that the power wasn't there yet. Yeah. yeah but nope that's that's it well olivia i hope that's your one and only encounter yeah you know what it's like just enough yeah exactly i'll have to see if she has any more she didn't say she had any more um but i know a long time ago we uh shared one of molly boxes you know like paranormal i believe it's been a little while i think that was one where she said that like it wasn't firsthand but it was a person that she knew very well they told her the story yeah i think this is the first time one of our researchers has shared a first-hand account um on my side molly gave me a story of something that happened with her and her best friend claire oh that's right so yeah okay so second yeah sorry molly yeah and i'm trying to think sophie and then on my side sophie and noah had a strange they were like driving and they had like a time slip experience oh that's okay okay yeah it's the first one i've shared. Yes. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. They're usually on my side as well. Yeah. God. Oh man. What is wrong with you? I am selfish. You are forgetful and rude. Um, okay. Well I have two tales. If you want to settle in with a Layla. Yeah. Who do we have this week? Trad Layla? Trad Layla. Hey Trad. You know, I'm kind of excited. I haven't been hearing that term as much, although I'm only allowed seven minutes on social media every day. So I think that's what my setting is. And just so we don't get any misconceptions, if the traditional life works for you, go for it. Oh, yeah. No judgment. Yeah, no. It's a move. There's aspects of a movement that are like, huh. Yeah. There are people who are being trapped into it. Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's getting a little culty. No one should be pushed into it, but if it's what you like, then go for it. Oh, yeah. If you want to be, yeah, you do you. Yeah, exactly. I think our fans know what we're saying. You know, well. Yeah. Sometimes I think that, and then, you know, the outlier, you're like, hey, what were you thinking? That's like, oh, okay. No, I think like trad wife, hashtag trad wife is not- Carries a certain connotation. There you go. All right. All right, well, let's dive in. Hi, Dan and Lindsay. Hello. At just five years old, I thought I was safe playing alone in my room, tucked away from the noise and the chaos of the grownups partying in the other room. But when I heard scratching beneath the window of my elevated trailer home, curiosity turned to terror. What I saw still haunts me decades later. What I didn't see might even be worse. Time now for the tale of the hands on the window. When I was around four or five years old, my mom and I were living with my grandparents, trying to escape a dark chapter in our lives. She was pregnant with my little brother, and we'd just left his abusive father. My grandparents were the kind of people who always had a full house, laughing, drinking, music, shouting. It was loud and chaotic most nights. But I liked the quiet. I would escape to my room and play alone, often making up my own games. And that night, I was sitting on the floor with my Monopoly board, pretending to play, probably just moving the pieces around in a world of make-believe like little kids do. My room was small and oddly shaped with a huge old family heirloom bed that took up almost all of the space The only window in the room was across from the door on the far wall near my toy box and vanity From where I sat near the door, I could only see the very top edge of it Our house was a double wide trailer raised off the ground like most are sitting on cinder blocks That detail is important because when I first heard the noise, it didn't make sense. It was a scratching sound. Not loud, not violent, just persistent. Sharp. It was coming from outside. That alone was odd since the side of the house didn't have any trees or bushes. There was nothing that could be brushing up against the siding. I froze listening. Then I heard it again, louder, closer, and I realized it wasn't just at the wall, it was under the window. Whatever it was, it was trying to climb up the side of the house. I remember feeling frozen. My little body was trembling, but curiosity pulled me upwards. Slowly, I stood to look out the window, every part of me afraid of what I might see. And that's when I saw them. Two hands, dark, unnaturally long fingers three on each hand gripping the bottom edge of the window they weren't moving just hanging there clutching the frame like they were trying to pull something up behind them the scratching sounds below continued faster now I screamed and then I bolted from my room crying and gasping trying to explain what I saw to my mom and my uncle I could tell they didn't believe me, but something about how I panicked must have struck a chord with them. They followed me back to my room. Of course, by the time we got there, the hands were gone. My uncle peered out the window and shrugged, saying there was nothing there, but he'd check around the house just to be sure. My mom pulled the window shut, drew the thin Little Mermaid curtains closed, and tucked me into bed with a soft, it was probably just a raccoon, but I knew better. Even as a kid, I knew that didn't make any sense. There was nothing for a raccoon to climb up. No trees, no outdoor furniture, no garbage cans. And raccoons don't have long spindly fingers like that. They just don't. They don't hang like they've been, like they're waiting to be seen. After that night, I never slept peacefully in that house again. Every time we stayed there, and we did for years, I'd sleep facing the opposite wall, too afraid to look toward the window. I begged my mom to get curtains I couldn't see through. Even now, as an adult, I've tried to convince myself it had to be a raccoon, that maybe I imagined the hands. But deep down, I still don't believe that. And sometimes I wonder what would have happened, what I would have seen, if the thing had lifted its head and looked back at me. Love from a long time creeper peeper, Jesse. thank you jesse yeah i thought of raccoon before jesse uh addressed that uh-huh sure of course just because they have like raccoons have creepy little hands in the in the sense that they just look so human yeah it's just like they're creepy yeah they're and adorable i know they're both creepy and adorable i think like with raccoons for me there's a lot of like uncanny valley okay where you're like you're like this little creature that looks kind of like a rodent but also are like human-ish in a weird way. And also kind of adorable. Kind of adorable. Kind of scary. But will also fucking claw your face off. I know. I know. They're strange. I am. Oh man, it's been forever. I just thought I hadn't thought of this forever. There was some Instagram account I followed out of like somewhere in China or somewhere. Like I couldn't even understand the captions. It was always like. I think I'm remembering. And I think it's even, it was like pre, even like the translate ability. So it was like, I literally couldn't even figure out what they were talking about. But it was just so cute. it was some like sanctuary and they had this very well-fed raccoon he was a hefty raccoon and he was just like such a um little miscreant like he would just they had dogs other animals and there were just so many videos of him just messing with this one golden retriever all the time like it was so funny like clearly just amusing himself just fucking around with this like golden retriever and he would do weird stuff with like women he would like grab like a woman was holding him, he would like try and squeeze their boobs or he would try and like lift off, take up, pull off their shirt. Funny. He would try to get in people's pants. Like he was just like the weirdest little raccoon. Are you sure it wasn't just AI? No, this is pre-AI. Okay. Pre a lot of like the AI stuff and it was like the quality of the videos at this time, like AI wasn't there. Okay. Okay. Just checking. Fair question. Yeah. Fair question. Yeah. But yeah, but with, okay. So taking raccoon out of the equation, alien or cryptid? oh oh that's what i thought of hmm i don't know i don't know what i think but yeah some sort of yeah creepy crawly something something i like to think about aliens this way where it's like there could be a million different kind of aliens like i just think about the the amount of diversity on just our planet the diversity of life yeah and it's like yeah we're the only like entity living on earth that could like drive a car uh well or fly you know planes i mean that sure But it's like some other planets, you know, could have, I don't know, 15 different types of things. They could all do stuff. Okay, yeah, that's fair. And also aliens don't— And there could be a thousand different planets with different things. And aliens don't always have to be like the greys, you know? Well, that's what I'm saying. There could be a—I mean, when you go to the infantness of space, and if you're going to take the premise that like aliens are real, there could be literally a million different kinds of aliens. Yeah, and we've only seen one. Right. So to speak. Right, right. We've seen like 10 or 15 or whatever. who knows but maybe not maybe there's been like 50, 100 different kinds of aliens that have come down yeah, yeah maybe we think like cryptid but really it's alien totally and technically it's alien in the sense that like it's something that is foreign to us yeah yeah but there could be little like raccoon looking aliens oh my god guardians of the galaxy type stuff oh if there are raccoon aliens I think we could be fucked because they could like lure us in with their cuteness and then claw our faces off and get experiments from us that's kind of a funny concept yeah, yeah I do really love I haven't it's been so long since I've seen Guardians of the Galaxy we should re-watch them yeah because I do I know there's a little raccoon guy on that yeah but I love the thought of a space raccoon or just like space raccoons just a planet full of raccoon like little ewok looking things oh cute we should probably like smoke a joint and watch Guardians of the Galaxy that'd be fun seems like a really good idea I know you're on a special diet right now so you could have ice chips but oh yeah once I get my blood work or blood figured out yep then I can introduce some carbs again. Yeah. We're getting Dan healthy. Oh, yeah. Damn you, diabetes. Not that I have diabetes, but it's just my family and pre-diabetic. Do you have diabetes? Do you have diabetes? Not yet, but if I keep eating... Well, Wilfred, if I keep eating Quaker oats like you suggested, I will have diabetes. Yeah. You know, we should have a little talk with him from the grave. Wilfred, we need to have a chat. Yeah, what are you talking about? You promoted diabetes food I know Yeah it too much sugar too much carbs Sugar bomb Funny Anyways that our health kick Okay Are you ready for another tale I am Let go Okay, let's go. Hello to the master of horror, Dan, and his lovely sidekick, Lulu Marie. I have been with- You're a master of horror too. No, well, no. I'm not writing original tales, you know, so it's like, it's a fair- Okay, okay. I'm not happy to be the sidekick. Okay. I like it there. You're my space raccoon. Oh, that's cute. I mean, you do raccoon paw. Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're a shoulder raccoon paw. It's all coming full circle. Sorry, guys. Tangent. I'll stop. It's your fault. I've been with you all since just about the beginning. And like so many other fans, I finally found the time to sit my lazy butt down and write to you. It's not that I didn't want to share my story. It's that I didn't really think I had one worth passing along. But recently, I had an amazing girls weekend with some of my besties. We all met up in Savannah, so, you know, spoopy. And one night, after a long day of shopping and drinking and laughing so hard and loud that the entire restaurant was staring at us, we made our way back to our Airbnb, where the booze kept flowing and the tarot cards landed on the table. This marked a shift in our evening, each of us sharing our beliefs on the paranormal and religion and so on. and the tone shifted as one of our friends told us about some strangeness in her house. That led to others sharing, and before I knew it, my gal pals had turned to me. It was my turn. I had this story logged in the back of my mind, planning on going last. I had also hoped that the booze would make us all so sleepy that by the time it got to me, I could deflect and suggest we go to bed. That did not happen. And so I told this story. Now, my truest and bestest friend, Madeline, is also a big fan of your show, Hey, Made a Lion. That's like a funny... Okay, there's got to be a story there. Hey, Made a Lion. On our travels back to Nashville, she begged me to write this down and send it in. So here we are. About a year ago, I went through an explosive breakup. I did not see it coming. To be honest, it knocked the wind out of my sails. Now that some time has passed, I am grateful for it, but fuck me, it was awful. I won't bore you with all the details. Or maybe you'd enjoy them. Okay, listen, I promise with every breath of my being, I never cheated on her. Not ever. But she was convinced that I had. And she made it her mission to prove that I had. Have you ever been accused of cheating, but in the back of your mind, you feel like it's actually the accuser who has cheated and is now trying to make you look like the bad guy because of their guilt-riddled conscience? Yeah, it was like that. Making it worse or perhaps more complicated, we're gay. And our entire close-knit friend group is also gay. So I was always, quote, with other women. And that was her fuel. So stupid. But she wore me down. And eventually, the future I'd been quietly building in my head slowly fell apart. One day, I was dreaming about introducing her to my family. And the next I was packing boxes while trying to push aside the thought of smashing mugs over her head. You get the gist of it, yeah? So our friend group was pulled into the drama, of course. And I am happy to report, though, I walked away with all of our friends. I desperately needed some R&R after that holy shitstorm. Before this relationship, I had been a very independent person. And I wanted to get back to that, to my own personal roots, if you will. I decided to treat myself to a getaway, to recalibrate my busted heart. I found this ridiculously luxurious cabin tucked into a forested area just outside of Columbus, Ohio. OH. I won't name the resort, but it is breathtaking. Floor-to-ceiling windows, soaking tub that looked like it belonged in a magazine, a deck that wrapped around the whole place and disappeared into thick trees. It made the world disappear. The listing used words like serene and a place to disconnect in order to reconnect. Embarrassing and flowery language, but also just what I needed. Long walks, journaling and reflecting, paddle boarding, crying privately. That was my agenda for the week. It was exactly what I hoped for when I arrived. I immediately felt like I had made the right choice. I unpacked slowly, laying out my journal and far too many bottles of wine. I took a bath that lasted until the water ran cold. I drank wine straight from the bottle and stared at the trees through windows so clean I felt like they weren't there. That night, I slept harder than I had in months. The next morning, I went for a long walk along one of the trails near the lake, scoping out what else I might do during my stay. I remember thinking how good it felt to be alone, but not lonely. For me, that was my first sign that I was going to be okay, that I had actually started to heal. That afternoon, I found the stand-up paddleboard and made my way to the lake. It was calm enough that my board felt like it was floating on air. I paddled along, drifting in and out of little inlets where the trees leaned so close to the water. I stayed out longer than I meant to, lost in my thoughts. By the time I turned back, the sun was lower than I had wished. The warm air had cooled enough to raise goosebumps on my arms. As I was making my way back, I noticed a light just ahead of me, near the mouth of one of the narrower channels. At first, I thought someone else was on the water. Maybe they had a headlamp on? Or maybe it was a lantern from another cabin. It hovered just above the waterline, soft and pale, not bright, but also impossible to ignore. The light started to move. Not fast and not slow, just steady enough to make it clear that it wasn't a reflection. Instinctively, I wanted to follow it. I laughed out loud at myself and said something like, absolutely not. I continued to paddle back to the shore without much thought. That night, though, I dreamt about the light. In the dream, I was standing at the edge of the lake, the water so clear I could see straight to the bottom. The light was there, brighter and floating underwater, just out of my reach. I felt an overwhelming certainty that if I could just touch it, every question in my life would be answered. I woke up standing on the cabin's deck. I had no recollection of getting out of bed, and also I've never been a sleepwalker. I groggily walked back into the cabin, shut and locked the door. My heart was racing so hard. I told myself it was stress. A weird sleepwalking episode triggered by emotional exhaustion. I mean, what other explanation was there? I spent the next day journaling and eating so much delicious junk food. By late afternoon, I was ready for a walk. I picked a trail that looped near the lake but stayed mostly in the woods. The walk was perfect. A slight breeze, the sounds of nature wrapped around me. I felt how you're supposed to feel in nature, calm and grounded. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize how dense the woods had grown. The air began to feel heavy and damp. I realized I couldn't hear the sounds of the lapping lake anymore. And then I stood still, and it hit me. I couldn't hear anything anymore. No birds, no creatures, no wind, just my own breathing. And I grew anxious. I didn't know if I was lost. I wanted to keep going in hopes that I was still on the right loop, but I was also freaking out that I had somehow wandered off the path and that my best option was to turn around, retrace my steps back to the cabin. I had started to cry, overwhelmed with fear, when I noticed the soft pulse of a light. And like a fool, I went towards it. It led me to a low, marshy area where the trees thinned and the ground dipped into shallow pools of dark water. The light hovered just beyond the first pool. I stepped forward and my foot sank into the water up to my ankle. The cold shocked me just enough to snap me back to reality. I stumbled backwards, heart pounding, suddenly aware of how alone I was. I don't actually remember how I got back to my cabin. I simply arrived there. I threw all my shit into my bag, locked the door, and noped right out of there. I drove until the sun came up, hopped up on adrenaline and fear. I've tried to explain this to myself in a hundred rational ways, hallucinations or emotional turmoil, but none of that makes sense. Not really. My very honest and very vulnerable conclusion is that something is out there in those woods and it waits for people. It waits for them to be curious or depressed or something. And then it shows up. A guiding light that guides you somewhere. But where? I don't know. And I'm grateful I didn't find out. Carolyn, a.k.a. Car-a-lion. It's like must be something with her friend. Car-a-lion. Yeah, that's a creepy thing. The whole like the light seeming really like peaceful at first. Uh-huh. But then you get a bad feeling and it's like trying to like drag you out in the woods or something. Yeah. Yeah, and then dreaming about it right away. The craziest part of that story to me was, Caroline seems very funny, by the way. Yeah, I think so. I'm like, yes, she is. I don't know her. She's very funny. She is the life of the party. But Caroline, that thing about sleepwalking, that detail of waking up out on the cabin, but having never sleepwalked before, man, that would freak me out. I would be so panicked. Have you ever sleepwalked before, to your knowledge? No. No, and I feel like, okay, at this point in my life, Okay, we've been together for what, going on 14 years now? Something like that, yeah. Yeah. In all of our time, I've never sleepwalked. True. I think you've only heard me talk in my sleep like once or twice. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. It's a few and far between, yeah. Exactly. I think I sleepwalked once when I was a little kid at my grandma Betty's. I feel like I've heard a family story of this. Yeah, like nine or ten, but like never since. So that in and of itself, I mean, just a combination actually. I mean, yes, if I just sleepwalked randomly, that would freak me out. But it would freak me out on a paranormal level. If I saw something, a shadowy thing, a light, you know, whatever happens to be light over the water, like in this situation. Then I dream about it. Yes. And then I'm like, I'm suddenly out on the porch. Oh, man, that would really get in my head. And in this instance, you're alone. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. You know, well, I'm trying to think of what, what show were we watching that had sleepwalking and with Toni Collette and that school that's based on the Elon school. Oh, yes. Yes. One of the characters sleepwalked bad would go out into the water. Into water. Like, that's terrifying. Oh, man. You keep talking. I'm going to pull it up. And her wife would like, you know, wake up to find the door open. because that's like I think okay if you sleepwalk and you somehow managed I don't I don't actually understand a lot about sleepwalking but if you manage to just stay in your own house fine fucking whatever when the front door starts to open and you start wandering out into the world that is terrifying to me wayward wayward it was good it was good it was good it has a slow it's a slow rhythm it's very slow uh huh but Toni Collette is so great oh yeah yeah yeah and it was a and then the yeah it was and one of the cast members actually created it. Yes. The main character whose name escapes me. Yes, I know. She's the wife of the person who sleepwalks. I can't remember either of their names. Mm-hmm. Yeah. But yeah, it's fun. Yeah, transgender comic from Canada? Canada? Yes. I think. Yeah. Yes. But yeah, like really good, like, you know, first show for sure. Uh-huh, yeah. And it reminded me of like some stuff we have talked about on Time Sucked, just like some Elon school and just like some creepy schools and some cults and stuff. Yeah. So it's like not, well, Is it paranormal? It has a strange paranormal element to it because of the water thing, you know, go to the door. Like a hypnosis more than a paranormal. Hypnosis, like psychedelic stuff, being dosed with psychedelics, which is like- But it's good. But it was good. It's a good show, yeah. As if you're looking for anything else. I know there's so many shows. It's never ending. I know. It's never ending. I feel like when we slow down one of these days, it's like there is like a list. I get like recommendations obviously from like Will and different friends and stuff, like books and shows. Yes. And man, one of these days I'm like, okay, got to take this next year. But then you'll be a year behind. I know. There's so many things. It kills me when people say like, what am I supposed to watch? There's never been more media. I know. Like podcasts, shows, shows that people just self-produce like on the internet, like YouTube shows that are actually scripted and just a million different streamers and stuff. Like if you can't find something to watch, you are definitely the problem. You are the problem. It's not that there's not something good out there. Our daughter told us, we're actually going to watch it after Welcome to Derry, some hockey show. I know. I can't remember that. Yes. I think it trended really hard, but she was like, listen, it is good. And I thought, because she knows we're kind of picky about what we watch. We don't have a lot of TV time, so we can't be wasting it. I know. He did rivalry. There's too many shows to keep track of. But Kyler was like, no way you're watching that. And she was like, Kyler, it's so good. I'm pumped to watch it. Yeah. Yeah. he was surprised that she would watch anything with sports and anything with like a primary, like a, like a male cast. Yeah. He was annoyed. He's like, like, but it's like about gay men. And she was like, what's your point? And our kids are so open and evolved. It was such a strange thing to hear him even say. Right. I mean, I think that what he was getting at is like, you're not the target demo. Like I'm surprised you're watching that. He just didn't have the, I was like, what are you talking about? The vocabulary to say it. Yes. Yes. Okay. So anyways, we do like all your show, movie, book recommendations. Don't feel like that was a dig. We just have a running list and one day we'll get there. Exactly. I know every year I'm like, I'm not going to buy any new books this year because I have a library in my house of books I haven't read. Yeah, I know. Stacks. Stacks, stacks, stacks. It's a good problem. Yes. Okay. Oh, bless you. And that's our show. That's our show. 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