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What's in the new spell?

So this week we've got another one of those really random world records.

David Rush of Idaho took ninety six wet sponges to the face on August twenty eighth to become a world record holder.

He shattered the previous record of probably zero.

I didn't look it up because it's fucking stupid.

No one else has ever thought to do it before.

Wet sponges to the face in a minute ninety six.

I think we can beat this.

We're not gonna, but you.

Can think of something so random and blake, I can set a record because nobody's fucking done it before.

I think, I let's make it interesting.

Maybe they're like medical sponges or contracept sponges that it might be entertaining to watch, but otherwise.

Dude, I watched.

I think it was Rob Deirdre.

He called Guinness and had him come and he broke like a hundred fucking Guinness records.

Yeah, you know, it's just one right after another.

I think it was like on Fantasy Factory or something.

But yeah, I mean there's so many that just I think you've just got to go through the book, find something and be like, oh, one hundred fucking march meallows in your mouth.

I can beat that.

I can pull that off.

A teacher in Germany has been calling in sick to work a lot lately, as in every single day since two thousand and nine, and she has drawn her full salary during that duration.

German laws classify teachers as bempty or public servants, and they enjoy a special health plan, higher pension, and much better job security than most folks.

The woman hasn't been named due to Germany's privacy laws, but when the employer requested proof of her illness, that required sixteen years of sick leave.

She refused to provide one, and why would you.

She then sued the employer for even asking, but her case was the judge rejected it and ruled that her situation was quote truly incomprehensible and that her employer can indeed ask for proof of her illness.

Now, she's not going to be required to pay any of this back if she goes to a doctor and they're like, no, she's not sick.

They got some different rules in Germany than we do, don't they?

Yes, a little bit.

Wow, she's now obligated to undergo a health exam just to keep collecting her salary.

But to my know, and she won't be facing any indist she.

Have to call in every day.

I guess that's guess I'm not going to be there.

You don't say I thought i'd be better by today.

Oh my god, today was the day I could turn for the worst.

It's not looking good for tomorrow either.

In fact, just scratch me for twenty twenty five, you know, to get serious for a second.

It just reminded me in Germany they have elections coming up.

I don't know if you follow any of this stuff, but seven different candidates for one of their parties.

I don't know the parties in Germany.

I'm sure someone from Germany can set me straight.

But it's one of the parties.

It's the far right party.

Seven different candidates that are running for running for you know, a seat, have ended up dead.

Seven of them is statistically impossible.

Someone's knocking them off.

Seven different They might be up to eight.

Now, maybe it's this lady there.

They're poor, sick, they're pushing to end this shit.

Yes, crazy, So she's actually at this point, during this sixteen years, she's collected well over a million dollars in salary and never worked a day in that something crazy shit.

Wow.

Emily Martinez, a self advertised smile makeover expert from Florida, advertised extremely cheap full mouth veneer treatments.

At most clinics, a single tooth can run upwards of nine hundred to fifteen hundred dollars, but Martinez could do your whole mouth for only only twenty five hundred.

Unfortunately, people were so blown away by her low prices that they didn't bother to check her credentials, and if they had, they would find out that she didn't.

It's just a mouth full of chick lits.

She has no licensing in dentistry or anything else.

She literally attached fake veneers to people's teeth using crazy glue.

Oh wow, crazy glue.

Dentist say in the mouth is extremely dangerous, which you can assume, but I guess it builds up like heat, so it can literally cook your tooth and it'll just destroy the nerves and then you don't have to worry about any toothbait exactly.

So essentially she does fix the tooth.

They look awesome too.

Which obviously so that leads to root canals, serious teeth damage.

Now people are facing huge dens.

They couldn't tell.

They couldn't tell.

You know it in your mouth?

Fucking what is that?

Why is that built out of legos?

It'll be fine, it'll be fine.

It's got gorilla glue.

What the fuck?

She's giving them night just even though they don't need it, just so they don't notice what she's doing, exactly, paid no attention to the gloom.

That'll be fine, So I glued my fingers together again.

She now faces a long list of charges, but was set free on bond pending trio.

She immediately violated the terms of her bond, and she's now being held in Penelas County Jail.

Meaning she went and did more teeth, probably lose some more.

But prices are so good.

I mean, it's still had.

I just couldn't say.

I'm not gonna lie.

If I needed teeth, I would probably take a look.

Twenty five is a pretty good deal.

She ran a scam in the past, but she's learned her lesson.

She's legit now now you can trust her.

Lastly, parents and kids at a Chuck E Cheese and Tallahassee recently got a glimpse of something you don't see every day, Chucky getting busted.

Yeah.

Police entered the location and asked an employee where they could find forty one year old Jamel Jones.

He's the one in the mouse suit, they were told.

So they found the mouse and the business is Arcade section and attempted to take him into custody.

We're gonna detain the mouse, one of the officers can be heard saying into the body can.

A mom could be heard asking for a picture with Chucky literally during the arrest.

This cam footage is out there now so you can check it out.

Uh.

One of the officers tells hers, Chucky's a little busy man.

I think they should have given him the picture.

That's a classic Gon' understand it.

Chucky's off tough, gonna frown.

On the These kids are gonna need a lifetime of therapy now.

Jones then resists, he doesn't go quietly in full view with the parents and kids.

The cops can be heard Chuck a pleading Chucky, come on, we meet Chucky's.

So.

It turns out a woman who had attended a birthday party at the business about a week earlier reported her credit card missing.

She was alerted to the card being used, and when showed footage of the man using her stolen card, the perpetrator was identified as Jermale Jones.

Six hundred dollars worth of cheddar cheese.

Yeah, it was just random shit, just cheese.

I think a lot of it was food and just random shit a card.

He denied having taken her card, but when they arrested him, it was literally.

In his pockets in the suit.

But he's like, no, I just found it today and I was going to return it.

Yeah, just happens in his other pocket.

Was weird.

Yeah, you do like Chucky to smell nice.

Chuckie's going to be going away for a little while.

This arrest actually happened in the end of July, so you guys have probably heard about it.

To my knowledge.

The body camp footage just became available this week, which is kind of why it's a breaking story now, even though it didn't just happen.

But yep, I had sent this one to you a while back.

Yeah, why didn't use it?

Or maybe I did?

No, you didn't, No, we didn't use it?

Was the footage out at that point?

No, I didn't.

I didn't notice it.

But uh, yeah, it's it's all over the place now.

You can't miss it.

But the footage isn't isn't hilarious, But the cops comments are pretty funny.

Yeah, I know.

And they called him they call him Chucky.

Oh yeah, they go him by his name, Chucky.

They didn't want to ruin it for the kids.

What do you mean that's not really really chucky.

As I was watching that, I'm like, they know where he is.

Couldn't they have just waited until he got off work instead of traumatizing.

That never comes into considering.

They probably talked about it in the parking lot like.

Nah, let's do it now.

We're gonna make the news.

My kid's not here.

It's fine, So all right, Powall, what do you got for us this week?

So I'm gonna do a sequel to an episode I did about a year ago Cold It was murder, and those are the ones, some of those cases where you're not quite sure what happened.

It could have been murder, suicide, accident.

It's just you know, could have done anyway.

So awesome, looking forward to it.

All right, guys, we'll catch over with.

Do you know what the world is?

All right?

So first up, we're going to talk about the case of the Eight Day Bride.

Christina Cecilia Moconn was born to parents Casmir and Mary Moconn on August seventh, nineteen twenty five, in Toronto, Canada.

Her parents had emigrated from Poland, and they would devout Roman Catholics.

In her late teens, she met and fell in love with a man named John Ray Kettlewell, also known as Jack.

She lived in Mimico, Ontario, and worked in the local bank.

Jack had been born in nineteen twenty one in Ontario.

He was a World War Two veteran who was now stationed in the dental corps.

His best friend was twenty eight year old Ronald Berry, a professional ballroom dancer who had recently moved to Canada from his homeland of Italy, but but by now had been unemployed for quite some time.

He tried to establish himself in both the construction and insurance games, but had failed in both.

Ronald and Jack were exceptionally close and did almost everything together.

Christina's parents didn't approve of a relationship with Jack, mostly because he wasn't Catholic, but also because of his weird relationship with friend Ronald.

How can a professional ballroom dancer be an actual job matter?

Well, he wasn't working, So.

A professional bowroom dancing.

A professional actually makes money from what they're doing, and this guy isn't making it.

Could be like a professional square dancing.

Didn't they make us learn square dancing when we were in elementary school?

Well you were a different generation than me.

Yeah you well, yeah, you're older than meh yeah right, it's like I'm a professional take ninety six sponges in the face, guy, I don't get to get paid for but it's.

Kind of think red at it.

So Ronald creeped her family out bad and Christina's sister Helen stated that the family believed Ronnie was in love with Christina.

He was said to spend all his time and attention on her, a notion that was thought by some to be a reciprocal so she might have been into it, It differs on who was speaking.

At the very least, Ronnie was said to have never allowed the couple time together, as he always third wheeled along with them.

In late April of nineteen forty seven, Christina disappeared from her family home for about two weeks, a disappearance which culminated in her secret marriage with Jack on May twelfth, nineteen forty seven.

Despite the fact Jack had recently converted, Christina's family was not at all on board with the marriage.

Following their elopement, the couple spent a few days at an apartment on Tindall Avenue in Toronto.

Strange Ronald was with them for this trip.

Even stranger was the fact that he joined them five days later on May seventeenth, when they journeyed by boat to Ronald's extremely remote cottage and Severn's Falls, about forty kilometers north of Rilia, Ontario.

There's a professional third wheel man.

And ballroom dancer.

So this is their honeymoon.

You've got this random dude bringing along.

It's you.

It's creepy.

No matter what the guy's function is or like, who's close to who, It's really pretty strange.

So Severn's Falls was really isolated.

It was located between two rivers, couldn't be accessed by anything other than boat.

The cottage lie right up against the shore of one of the two rivers.

Christina was said to have begun acting out of character as soon as they arrived at the cabin.

She was dazed and incoherent most of the day, and would then begin breaking down in fits of tears at night.

She was said to have told Ronnie that she didn't believe Jack had ever loved her.

On May twentieth, Christina had disappeared from the cottage.

Reportedly, before she did so, Ronald had gone down to the beach to do some sunbathing.

While down on the beach, he noticed smoke coming from the cottage and rushed back to find a disoriented Jack, bleeding profusely from a wound on his forehead.

He was lying on the living room floor.

Rodny said he searched, but he could find no sign of Christina, and so he grabbed Jack and headed by boat back to where he could reach the nearest hospital.

The cottage burned down in less than an hour.

The hospital discovered the strong opio opioid codine and Jack's system right at about the same time the police were being called out to check the cottage.

Jack had no memory of the entire incident.

The same night the call came in, a local man named Neville Street found a body only about one hundred and fifty feet away from the cottage, lying in only nine inches of water.

Her body showed neither any signs of violence, bruising, or any signs of a fire.

She also had codine in her system, but ultimately her death was ruled to be a result of drowning.

Major Lawrence Scuttlefield had been one of the men who attempted to put out the fire hours earlier, and he stated that there had not been a body down at the river when he went down there to fetch water earlier.

When police questioned Ronald, he too had no idea what had happened to Christina.

He had only returned to the cottage when he found it on fire, and at that point, Christina was already missing.

On June nineteenth, nineteen forty seven, a judicial inquest was held to try and figure out what had happened to Christina.

This was not a trial, and no one had been accused of a crime.

They were just trying to figure out a foul play had been involved in her death.

Every day's proceedings were splashed across the front and every day the public packed the courthouse and the grounds outside.

Both Ronald and John were now famous, and women showed up daily hoping for attention, notes, autographs and flirted with both men.

People.

It's so weird big time.

The Crown zeroed in on Barry's shady past right from the beginning.

Special Crown Council at the inquest CP Hope described Barry as quote a liar of the most blatant kind, whose sinister figure permeates the whole of this strategy tragedy, but whose purpose and designs are shrouded in mystery.

It turns out Barry was the named beneficiary on two separate life insurance policies that had been taken out on both Jack and Christina before they eloped.

Huh, Yeah, it's.

Weird, right, that's what a coincidence.

These policies also carried a double indemnity clause, meaning two times the policy's amount would be paid out to the beneficiary in the case of an accidental death.

The two policies and today's dollars would have paid out about two hundred and sixty thousand.

It's like gambling with these fucking old you know.

It's like they double down on this.

Yeah, you know.

If it goes this way, you get twice as much.

You know, the.

Investigation techniques are so rudimentary, though, you've got like you've got a solid chance of getting.

Away with the pride bag.

Yeah, oh for sure.

So the beneficiary beneficiary area was none other than Ronald Berry.

There was also a policy on the cottage in the amount of five thousand dollars, which would pay about seventy five thousand dollars today, and since that was his cottage, he was also the one to go to collect on that.

I'm just amazed at how back then you could just throw in the I think you can do it today too.

But you can put a policy on anybody.

Oh yeah, what sense does that make.

I'm just randomly put one on you, And who do you suppose it would be that killed Ryan.

It's probably Scott put a policy on him.

Yeah, the day before, Yeah, like just the other day.

A lot of times they're not even smart about it.

They'll put it in a place and like three days later the person turns up dead.

Yeah, you can do it.

On the precidents.

There was a couple of ladies years ago putting on like a homeless man and then bringing him to their house, and like a year later, they'd turn up dead.

This happen again and again and again.

These two old ladies were killing homeless man.

Uh wait, they waited long enough where the suspicion would be off.

But you know, just random homeless guys.

Why would you have a policy on just a random homeless guy.

Well, he's residing with us, So most landlords don't put insurance policies on their tenants.

It's exactly.

Anyway.

So Jack had told authorities during their investigation of the case that he had been gifting his wartime gratuities to Ronald, money that was normally given to spouses.

He told investigators that he and Ronald had been having an intimate relationship for quite some time.

He would later state, however, that the police had coerced the statement from him, and that it simply wasn't tr Christina's wedding ring was not found on her corpse, and it has never turned up, but it's been speculated that it might have been quite valuable.

Ronald's story changed several times, and one version had Christina still inside the house when he came in rushing came rushing in after seeing it on fire, and this version she was just standing there looking lost with tears in her eyes while he dragged Jack outside, but when he returned, she was gone.

He hadn't seen any sign of a crime or any possible murder weapon.

So much evidence obviously points to Ronald's guilt right, but there was some other evidence involved.

Some of it pointed to the possibility that Christina had killed herself.

During the inquest into her death, investigators discovered several suicide notes she'd written in recent months.

One of them had been written to Ronald not long before her engagement with Jack.

She had stated that poisoning about poisoning, that this will be the best way out, as I cannot bear the thought of another girl having him.

Jack stated that he had no knowledge of any depression or any suicidal thoughts on his bride's part.

A separate note she'd written not long after the first had also been written to Ronald, and this time she stated that she not only wished to hurt herself but Jack as well.

When you love someone, you really love him.

And I know there is no one for me but Jack, and if I cannot have him, I don't intend anyone else to.

As you might say, I waited in the hope that Jack would ask me to marry him, but I now realized that this might just be a passing fancy.

But if that's her goal, he just married you.

Yeah, so this was written before the marriage.

But why would she carry out this threat if that's exactly what it was after he had in fact marriage.

Yeah, that don't make sense.

But why would she write these in the first place.

That's another very good question.

And why they are written to Rob?

Yeah.

One last note had been handwritten to Christina's former landlady, a missus Thomas.

It said, quote, Ronnie's in the boat outside somewhere.

By the time he gets back, everything will be over with.

He must be afraid something would happen because he's staying an extra day to make sure that we go back to Toronto with him.

Jack claimed he had no knowledge that these letters ever existed until Ronald mentioned them during the inquisition.

They showed no signs of fire damage at all, which is odd if they had been inside the burning cabin.

In his haste to get Jack to the hospital and still not knowing where Christina was, Ronald must have taken the time to go grab the letters, right, They couldn't have been in his pocket the whole time, so he had to have rescued the letters, which is really weird.

A handwriting expert did believe that they were written in Christina's handwriting.

In the end, neither man was implicated in Christina's death due to a lack of evidence.

John married excuse me, remarried three years later, and even briefly lived with his new bride in the same house he and Christina had once shared.

He never spoke of the incident to his dying day in nineteen ninety eight.

His son and daughter in law literally only learned of the incident themselves when they saw in random article in a library years later.

They had no idea what so they claim this incident had ever happened.

Ronald moved to New York City.

In nineteen fifty six, he gifted his last known possession, his pet dog, to Jack's son, before then disappearing into history, never to be heard from again.

To this day, what happened to Christina Kettlewell on May twentieth, nineteen forty seven remains a mystery.

Yeah, no it doesn't.

What do you think thated he killed her?

He didn't care which.

He uh, Jack, her husband or Ronald ron.

Ronald?

Why was Ronald there?

Why would Ronald have these on her?

Why would Ronald run the house to save letters that he obviously had somebody else write.

Yeah, that's what I can't prove that, but he had to have if.

I mean, he wouldn't have had the letters on his person already, so now I had gone to the house to get them.

I only say that someone else write, because women write very different than men.

Yeah, and it was a single handwriting expert that said Christina wrote him right.

And they're wrong all the time.

Even today they'll be like, I don't I think they did.

I can't.

So he have somebody else write those letters?

If he?

I don't know, it seemed like he was the one.

Everything points to him.

I would agree the question is whether the husband was involved or not.

I mean, at the very least the husband was a coward or a wom Why would you have this dude along with you?

Man?

Maybe maybe let's go out there on the limb.

Maybe she was involved and her and Ronald had something planned and Jack didn't die and she'd and she did you know, maybe she was you know, maybe he double crossed her or maybe uh, you know, maybe she did write those letters, but he was She was supposed to survive.

And there there are definitely people, especially back then, that believed Christina and Ronald did have something going.

Most people say he was into her, but there were some that believed it was reciprocal.

It wasn't like a one way you know, I have to love triangle.

What the hell is going on here?

I do not believe it was suicide.

Now, she was murdered and Ronald almost certainly had a hand in it.

Whether Jack was involved, it's hard to say, but it was murder.

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Do you know what the most in the.

World is on April fifteenth, nineteen ninety four, at Sunset Cliff in San Diego, California, twenty year old surfer David Korea saw what looked like seagulls standing on top of the ocean.

Knowing this was very un usual, he called out to another surfer who was closer, William Dostall, paddled over to look, then yelled out and quickly paddled into shore.

What had scared him so badly was that the seagulls had been perched on a dead body, a body that had suffered a great deal of gruesome injuries.

The call came to the Lifeguard communications at three eighteen pm, and a rescue boat was dispatched.

A few hundred yards off shore.

In the kelp beds, they found the lifeless body of a woman.

She was floating face down in the surf, and other than a bracelet and a few rings, the woman was naked.

She had brown hair and a butterfly tattoo.

Responder Bruce Robinson and Joe Wade guessed that she was in her early twenties.

The body showed clear signs of trauma, so the medical examiner took charge of the body and it was examined by Robert Engel.

His report noted that the body had a large tearing type wound with missing tears, and most of her right leg was gone.

You know what I'm blaming for this?

Uh have you have you ever seen a body that's been floating in the ocean forever?

Yeah?

They blow, they blow, they blow right up.

Ah.

A friend of mine in high school was a lobster man, and he found a body when they were out lobstering.

Yeah, they found a guy floating.

It was someone who had got He was just a drowning and they'd been looking for him and they happened to find him on their boat.

And he said it didn't even look like a person.

They were just so bloated.

And it's got to be disturbing as well.

Oh yeah.

So the official autopsy took place two days later, on April sixteenth, nineteen ninety four, and it was done by medical examiner Brian Blackbourne.

This showed the true horror that must have taken place during Jane Doe's final moments.

Her face had scrapes, bruises, and contusions.

Her neck was broken, her right leg was missing, sheared off with the thigh, her buttocks had been shredded down to the bone, and her arms in a remaining leg showed similar trauma.

She had broken ribs and a broken pelvis that appeared to have been pulled apart by brute force.

Her mouth, throat, and stomach all contained large amounts of sand, and the report stated that she would have been alive when the majority of these injuries were inflicted fucking sharks.

She would have had to have taken a very large gulp for so much sand to have made its way down inside of her.

She had died from internal bleeding and drowning.

Blackburn determined her death to be accidental.

She had likely gone for a late night swim and had been attacked by a great white shark.

The shark had killed them all sorry.

The shark had bitten off her leg and dragged her to the bottom, where she broke her neck and gulped in the water and sand.

She died from the massive blood loss as well as drowning.

Role Marine biologists agreed with Blackbourne's assessment, but none of them had actually viewed the body, and Blackborne himself had never seen a shark attack victim, but nonetheless, a probable shark attack was accepted.

Do you think that you would need to have seen one before to know what a shark attack looked.

Like once where the story keeps going, Yes, yeah, I think you do.

The The story of the unidentified woman found in the ocean with the butterfly tattoo ran on the ten o'clock News on Saturday, April sixteenth, nineteen ninety four.

Denise Knox owned a stationery and office supply store on Newport Avenue in Ocean Beach, and she was watching that night.

She had an employee employee who fit that description, and she hadn't been to work in the last few days.

The woman in the ocean was identified as twenty five year old Michelle von Emster.

Michelle's friend and roommate is the last known person to have seen her alive.

She and Michelle had plans to see Pink Lloyd at Jack Murphy Stadium on their Division Bell tour, but the ladies were turned away as they didn't have the correct tickets to that show.

As Coco, I didn't say that in the Coco was the name of the friend.

I thought I wrote that, but I didn't.

As she drove them back to their two bedroom house, Michelle asked to be dropped off at the pier at about six blocks away.

Coco said it was about eight pm when Michelle got out of the car, and she was wearing a green trench coat.

What her plans were at this point we don't know, but Michelle did have a deep love of the ocean and spent a lot of time walking the beach, swimming, and by some accounts, surfing, although surfers denied they had ever seen her surfing.

She had recently beaten leukemia and that was one of the reasons she had come to San Diego in the first place, to be close to the ocean that she loved so much.

Coco had not found it strange that she wanted to go to the beach that night.

Perhaps she just wanted to take a walk and clear her head.

But had she really gone skinny dipping in the dark and sixty degree April ocean waters.

The air temperature that night had only been fifty seven degrees.

Oh shit, man, And where were her clothes and purse?

You've been to the beach when it's fifty seven degrees it's cold as shit on the water.

Yeah.

I've always a lot of people I think are under the assumptions.

California is such a big like you know, surf, you know sunshine.

The water in California is not warm at all.

Ocean water isn't warm.

Well in some places it is like, yeah, I've been down like Mexico and that it's really warm in the Caribbean.

But California water is not that warm.

And this is April, So is it possible she was skinny dipping yet, but it's not likely it was April.

The air temperature was fifty seven degrees sixty degree ocean water.

It's not warm, not at all.

If you're doing that here, the water's cold all the time.

Oh yeah, year round.

That water's freaking cold.

It's as warm as it gets in August and its ice fucking cool.

Yep.

And if she had been skinny dipping, where were her clothes in her purse?

Police scoured the beach and they could not locate them.

They later turned up a half mile away on a heavily traffic section of beach.

The clothes were still neatly folded, and the purse contained her car keys and twenty seven dollars in cash.

Strangely, her final paycheck was not found, and it was never cashed.

Many police thought it stretches credibility that these items had been there for any length of time and hadn't been stolen or rifled through this She lived.

In a pretty How long did you say they were there?

I think it was about thirty six hours, but it was a really heavily traffic section of beach, and she wasn't in the nicest neighborhood.

Ah, maybe they'd been placed there after the fact, is what a lot of cops thought.

Ralph Collier is an expert in Pacific Coast white shark behavior in ecology.

When he saw pictures of Michelle's injuries, he cast serious doubts on the shark attack theory.

He stated, when a white shark breaks off part of a limb, the break is clean, almost like you would put it on a table.

Saw or remained of Michelle's femur was anything, but it looked like what happens when you get a piece of bamboo and widow it down to a point with a knife.

I've looked at close to one hundred photos of cases over the years, and I have never seen any bones that come to a point.

He also questioned the presence of sand in her stomach.

Had it been a shark attack, the damage would have severed her for moral artery, and she would have bled to death quickly.

But for her to have sand in her stomach, she had to have been taking big, gulping breath as she made contact with the sand.

He finishes, there are just too many things in this case that are not consistent with white shark behavior.

Richard Rosenblatt was the chairman for the Script's Institute of Oceanology at the time of the attack, and upon seeing the measurement of the wounds on Michelle's body, he stated that none of them matched a great white attack.

The body also didn't show any puncture wounds that appear in shark attacks, nor were there any teeth left behind at his very common in great white attacks.

Only a great white could have taken off her leg in one swipe like that, he said, And this had not been a great white attack, which meant it hadn't been a shark attack at all.

This is in his opinion.

So if a shark hadn't killed her, then what had One theory states, excuse me.

One theory stays with her skinny dipping scenario, but in this version it isn't a shark that killed her, but a boat.

Maybe she had swum out so far she had been hit by a Nobody would have expected to see her out there.

A propeller could have done that damage.

An ocean going boat they have big propellers.

They wouldn't have expected to see somebody there.

I don't think this is what happened, but it's plausible.

Yeah, and then after that a great white No, but smaller sharks could have nibbled.

There's a lot of shit in the water.

But then after people die, they'll nibble on you until the body is found.

That could have explained somebody.

But to have you're right, I mean, if you're a attacked by a shark, what's the odds you're sucking in sand.

The shark usually is going to attack you on the surface.

Heyt track you on the surface and you drown on the surface.

That's the way it goes.

And so you're not going to be taking the breath in.

And it's not an alligator.

You're not going to drag you to the bottom.

Sharks don't drag you to the bottom like an alligator.

They don't do the death roll.

That hole.

She got dragged at the bottom and gulped and sand.

That doesn't make a lot of sense to me, and it didn't make sense to these guys either.

I want to blame the great way, but I'm.

Gonna I'm gonna stick with the guy from the institute that said it was.

He wasn't like hesitant.

He's flat out saying it ain't a great way to tack.

And he also insists that the only shark in that region that was powerful enough to take off her leg and once wipe the way it had happened was a great way.

I mean, it was not a great.

What about a tiger shark or something like that.

Ain't a shark?

Come on, all shots should die?

Excuse me.

It has also been suggested that perhaps she had fallen from Sunset Cliffs.

Medical examiner stated that the neck, hell of us and rib fractures were quite consistent with the fall, but that the severed leg was not.

You don't just fall an your leg pops off.

And if that had happened, where was the leg the part that was gone.

She could have fallen and broken all those bones and then something ate the leg after.

I mean, what if she had an open wound?

Possible?

You know, she fell off the cliff and had a broken leg, and then something came by when she'd floating all.

My main question in that scenario, though, is why would she take off her clothes and then walk a half mile to the top of the cliffs naked.

You didn't get her clothes wet, dude.

That part's a little weird.

Yeah, that is.

Again, her friends and family said she was flying high in life.

She had recently beaten leukemia, so she was excited about life, had a new zest for life, so an accidental fall was plausible.

Again, I don't think she would have stripped down and walked up their naked, and the suicide theory doesn't make a lot of sense.

For those reasons.

The file play just seems like, I don't know, it doesn't make a lot of sense.

Nothing in this case makes a lot of sense.

That's a weird thing.

She wasn't known to be interested in material things, but she loved nature, art, and freedom.

The house she rented was in a rough neighborhood referred to as the war zone.

It was known for drugs and crime, which resulted in the cheap rent that she was paying, So perhaps foul play was involved when Michelle had applied at the stationery store she worked.

She told the owner, Denise Knox At one of the reasons she had left her previous job at Rumor's Coffee Shop was that she had a stalker.

She felt it was much safer to work during daytime hours.

She didn't know her stalker's name, only that he drove a motorcycle.

After Michelle's death, a man Knox didn't know came into the shop and he asked her to make copies of Michelle's autopsy report.

He severely creeped her out, and he rode away on a motorcycle.

One other suspect that drew attention over the years was bartender Edwin Decker.

He worked at a bar located right next to the coffee shop that Michelle worked in.

The business shared an owner.

Excuse me, the businesses shared an owner as well as a door, and Decker said he'd been going to the coffee shop for weeks and he and Michelle had flirted a lot.

On April thirteenth, he claimed she finally agreed to have drinks with him at Winston's, the bar he worked at.

Afterwards, they grabbed a twelve pack and walked over to his apartment on Lotus and they drank until dawn.

A coworker from his job ended up crashing at his house and a drunken stupor that night, but he and Michelle had spent the night making out on the couch and doing quote second base stuff.

The next morning, they exchanged numbers and she took a cab home at about five am.

This was the morning of her final day.

After a few days, he became upset she hadn't contacted him, But he ended up seeing the same news report about the unidentified body with the tattoo, and he suspected it might be Michelle, but he didn't contact the police to help identify her.

Instead, he wrote a bizarre poem called Shark Attack.

In it, he said, the report said there was a tattoo a butterfly on her shoulder, which I remembered that night on my couch when I liked the shark chewed on her lips and took off her shirt.

The creepy kind the poem is that it's.

Not it's not a poem, it's and it's just fucking creepy.

It was later published in a book of his poetry called Barzilla and Other psalms h.

Now he's only a suspect because he puts himself on the radar.

Nobody knows this guy exists in her life.

Nobody knows they want on a date or that they had any contact.

Please never seriously consider him a suspect.

He's creepy as shit.

Obviously.

The whole thing about that night, she wasn't where she should have been.

She went to a concert, so if someone was stalking her or following her, they wouldn't expect her to be back at the time that she came back.

She got dropped off.

How far from her house?

Six snow six blocks?

Six blocks all right, six blocks from her house, So she's not at home, she's not back at the time she should have been back.

Yeah, and you know she was on the beach.

So yeah, it would have to be a rando.

When if it was a Starker, they got lucky in terms of.

Fun, right, if it was one of these two, they got really lucky.

What year was this, ninety four?

So yeah there was there was cell phones, but nobody had them back in ninety four.

I don't remember anybody happened to No, I know they existed, they had when they.

Were there were bagphones you had to carry around.

They weren't They weren't wide used by any.

Actually, they started off being in people's cars.

But she lived in a boy they called the war zone.

They wouldn't have had them in a low income neighborhood like the Uh.

I think, I think this guy is creepy as should obviously to write a poem like that rather than call the cops, if you really knew it was her, why would you not contact anybody?

Instead you write a poem like that.

But uh, it almost seems like he's just trying to insert himself in the story.

Nobody even knows that this date even happened.

He just he put himself in the store.

I think he's just a creeper.

Her death, as far as the shark attack has been so severely discredited by shark experts that it no longer appears in shark attack statistics at all.

They don't believe it was.

It's been removed.

So what really happened to Michelle Vaughan Amster that night?

We do not know.

That's yeah, I'm clueless what happened to her?

Yeah, it's an affusing one, it really is.

Everything sort of makes sense like, the shark attack theory sounds very plausible, but the experts disagree with it, and the reasons they disagree with it, You're like, Okay, that makes sense.

The suicide theory doesn't make a whole shitload of sense.

The murder theory doesn't make a hold ton of sense either.

I honestly still think that some type of shark attack is the most logical thing that happened.

I think it's likely that sharks chewed on her body.

Yeah, at least I do.

But I mean someone could have killed her and dump her in the water.

Yeah, you know, but and maybe that and then they she did get chewed on by just about everything in the ocean.

I guess that's plausible too.

But for it to be that Stocker he'd had got lucky that night to know that she was.

There, I don't think it was him.

No, I wouldn't be surprised if he never even had a date with her.

I think he's just making that up.

He probably all go to her every day at the coffee show up and just wished he laterwards, he's like, oh, put myself in the middle of this story that happens all the time, where people insert themselves in it.

People are we People are weird?

Man?

Is that the end of that one?

Guys?

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All right, guys, we got one last story.

We'll be right back with it, do you know what.

So lastly, we're going to look at the strange case of the Isdell Woman.

On November twenty ninth, nineteen seventy two young girls were hiking with their dad in the Isdelin Valley outside of Bergen, Norway, when they came upon a horrible site.

There in front of them was the body of a woman lying on her back and severely burned.

The area they were hiking was known as the Ice Valley sometimes Death Valley, due to the amount of hiking accidents in the area and for being the site of numerous suicides dating back to the Middle Ages.

When authorities were notified, a small party was sent out to the scene.

Her arms were stretched out in what's known as the fencer's position.

They were out in front of the upper body nearby the body they found in a I guess that's normal in burning cases for the people's arms to be stretched out in the position hers.

Were so it was typical for a burning yes.

Nearby the body.

They found some of the woman's charred belongings, pieces of clothing, an umbrella, two melted plastic bottles, a plastic cover for a passport without the past, a half full bottle of liquor, a watch, and some jewelry, and it was she wasn't wearing the watch and jewelry.

It was described as being spread out around her body in a deliberate and ritualistic manner.

There were also signs of a campfire having been nearby.

They scoured the scene but couldn't find any indicator of the woman's identity, and this seems to have been very deliberate.

All identifying marks and labels had been removed from her clothing and oliver items.

Police believed that she stood about five foot four to five foot five.

She was between twenty five and forty years of age.

She had brown eyes, a small round face, and brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail.

At her autopsy, it was determined that she had died by a combination of being incapacitated by finobarbital in by poisoning from carbon monoxide.

The soot found in her Lungs told police that she had been alive while she burned, so she had a lethal dose of sleeping pills in her system and she had burned a death.

Had she accidentally stumbled into her campfire, had she committed suicide, or had she been murdered.

Three days later, two suitcases were found abandoned at the Bergen railway station luggage department.

When they looked inside, the mystery only got deeper.

Inside the bags, they found a pair of non prescription glasses which held a fingerprint.

It matched their unidentified body, so they knew for certain they had found the woman's things.

They also found clothing, wigs, combs, hair brushes, cosmetics, tea spoons, eggs of a cream and currency from Germany, England, Norway, Belgium and Sweden.

Inside of her stuff currencies from all those places yep, just as were the items found with their body.

All labels and identifying marks had been removed from oliver items.

Police tried to see if any made such retailers could identify her clothing as belonging to them, but they were unsuccessful.

The eggs of a cream tube was prescription, but the woman's information had been deliberately scratched off.

Inside her belongings, they found a note, seemingly in her own handwriting, it's tough to say because we don't know what her handwriting looked like, which contained a coded message.

Eventually the code was cracked and police believed it was a list of hotels she had stayed in and when she had stayed there.

They also found a plastic bag from a shoe store and stavinger.

When they spoke to the owner's son, he was able to recall that he had sold the boots to a very well dressed, nice looking woman with dark hair who took a very long time choosing her boots.

They believed that they were the same boots that she was wearing at the scene of her death.

Eventually they were able to track her to a nearby hotel, but she had checked in using a fake name, Fanella Lorch.

She's a spy.

This woman has to be a spy.

As they pieced together what clues they could find, they tracked her to several other Norwegian hotels, but she had always checked in using a fake name, and always a different fake name.

At that she had been Genevieve Lancier, Claudia Tilt Claudia Nielsen, Vira Jarrel and Alexia zarn Merchez, amongst many others.

She checked in using fake passports, and she often requested to switch rooms frequently after a day or two.

She spoke English with an accent and frequently used a German phrases.

A waitress at one of the hotels the woman had stayed at remembered her vividly and told the BBC, MY first impression of her was one of elegance and self assuredness.

In fact, I remember her winking at me.

From my perspective, it felt though I had been staring at her a bit too much.

On one occasion, she added, while I was serving her, she was in the dining hall, sitting right next to, but not interacting with, two German Navy personnel, one of which was an officer.

A different witness recalled seeing a woman hiking through the valley where she was later found, seemingly pursued by two men, and said that none of them appeared to be dressed for the weather or the terrain.

The case was hastily closed only a month or so after it began, with a woman's identity still unknown.

Her death was ruled a suicide.

She was buried in nineteen seventy one and given a Catholic funeral attended only by police officers.

Many in the police force and press didn't believe the ruling of a suicide back then, and they still don't today.

There might be a few clues from her autops The additional clues her neck was bruised, possibly from a fall.

She was otherwise healthy except for the burning.

Obviously, she was not pregnant and had never given birth.

The pills were only partially dissolved in her stomach, so much of it had not been absorbed in her bloodstream, so that kind of gives you a timeline between when she took the pills and when she died.

What you can get from that is, you know, I say, gasoline had definitely been involved in setting the fire, but there was not a gas can at the scene.

As of today, investigators do have a full DNA profile on the woman, but they have not found a match.

But they can save a certain that she was of European descent.

Since her death occurred in the middle of the Cold War, coupled with her thorough attempts to hide her identity and cover her tracks, it has been suggested that she was a spy, just as you said.

Who she was spying on or four has never been revealed.

But to me, this is definitely the most likely explanation on who she was.

It really sounds like it.

Yeah, I mean, all the different currencies, the uh, I don't know the way that she died, she went a suicide.

Yeah, well, she went through extreme attempts to hide in her identity.

She cut the clothing labels out of her clothes.

I'm scratching all the labels and I mean everything.

Wait, everything she had had no label, a.

List that had to be decoded.

They had to break the code to find out what hotel she was.

Staying, checking in on her fake names, changing rooms frequently.

Even the winking at the waitress.

The waitress flat out said, you know, she winked at me because I was staring at her too much.

She was letting a waitress.

Now, so I'm looking at me politely.

I know you're staring at me.

Stop.

Yeah.

So, so if she was a spy, then the most likely cause of death was murder.

You know, it sounds like a murder.

Yeah, it definitely does.

But I mean, she was still taking painstaking steps to hide her identity right up to the end, So if it was a suicide, she wouldn't have fucking cared.

I mean, they don't care.

She didn't care if they were going to catch her at that point.

She was going to kill herself anyway, but she was still aiding her identity, So that that really points towards murder to me.

Oh, what year was this, nineteen seventy.

What would be going on then?

Hmm, year after Woodstock.

I'm just trying to think for spying, who would do?

What country?

It was very much Cold War time.

Yeah, Russian she spoke with.

She said German phrases and stuff.

She was with a German officer.

Could be Masade, it could be Russia, it could be Ukrainian, could be anybody.

Everybody was spying on everybody.

They still are today.

Yeah.

Oh yeah, So this one's it's a really strange case.

You go in a lot of different directions with I think spy is the most obvious, but it's far from certain, you know.

What I mean.

But I think that's what was going on.

Yeah, I do too.

Crime reporter Newt Havoc may have put it best when he said, personally, I am totally convinced that this was a murder.

She had various identities, she operated with codes, she wore wigs, she traveled from town to town, and she switched hotels after only a few days.

This is what the police call conspiraciest spiratory behavior.

And I agree with everything he just said.

So the Isdel woman was only meant to be a temporary placeholder, like Jane Doe here in America.

They just called her that because that's where she was found, in the Isdel region, And unfortunately for her today, fifty five years later, that's still what she's known as because they do not know who.

I wonder if they've rerun her DNA nowadays.

No, they only developed the profile recently.

They just they've they've had no matches.

It's like in the system, you know, so if a family member of a turns up but.

Running through twenty three and meter that actually went bankrupt, ancestry DNA or something they're selling.

All that DNA information is being sold to a drug company.

That doesn't surprise me at all.

Yep, I saw a congressional thing about it.

All that information that wasn't supposed to be sold is being sold to a drug company.

All that DNA always unreal awesome story anymore.

As with the other two cases, guys, right in, let us know what you think happened to the ISDEL woman, who she was, or what she might have been doing.

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We appreciate that.

Yes, definitely, and great stories, man, I liked those a lot.

I appreciate that, but.

I know that I think the first one.

I don't know.

The first one was definitely that I think is that dude?

Yeah, the second one, I want to blame a shark because I hate sharks so much, but it's really that's tough, man.

This lady I think was a.

Spy, probably a spy.

The creative that they were never able to identify you enough for all these years is strange, and uh, yeah, I think I think it was likely murder.

But she took those took so many steps to hide her identity.

She she was obviously good today's technology.

Fifty five years later, they still don't know who she is.

Yeah, anybody for another reason that makes me think it was a spine.

Anybody protecting her is dead now, you know what I mean, just the circle that the cloak.

They're all dead now.

So but you'd think it would have come out after all these years, but they still don't know.

Who she is still nothing.

So obviously very good at what she did.

All right, great job, Bud, And uh, we're gonna end that there, and we're gonna head on over to the firepit.

We'll catch over there.

I guess you know what time it is.

I can't tie to that.

Fine.

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All right, this one comes to us from Adrian.

Had this one for a little while.

I've been pushing off a little bit because it was real long and I wanted I wanted to be able to fit it in.

But this will be a little bit longer episode.

So this one comes from Adrian.

Hey guys, I love your podcast and I'm a huge fan.

I'm pretty reluctant to tell this story because I was, and still am to an extent, a pretty skeptical person when it comes to supernatural and I still try to rationalize what I experienced in this house to this day.

Me and my wife had been married about a year and were living in a small, noisy apartment complex.

While the constant banging, ceiling stomping, and party noises every single night from the people above and next to us, along with being right next to the main stairwell, the wife wasn't able to get decent sleep because during the day and needed I'm sorry, fuck that up.

The wife wasn't able to get the decent sleep during the day that she needed because she worked a twelve hour shift at night.

Because of this, I decided to buy a house.

After seeing a bunch of houses of our realtor.

We decided on a nice, older brick home built in nineteen seventy.

It was in a very quiet neighborhood with older homeowners and really large pine trees.

The best part and what sold it for me, was the large inground pool in the backyard.

What I noticed to be strange during the home showing were the motion detection lights around the home, which was quite unusual.

Out of the dozen or so homes we had looked at, this was the only one that had them, and that wasn't a common thing back then.

The realtor told us that the owner had them installed for his wife's safety because she had a person that kept coming to the house bothering her.

But that was no longer a problem.

That's something you want to be a little afraid of when you buy a house.

Yeah, I want that person showing up for you a red flag, right That should have been my first red flag.

The other thing I noticed was that even in the middle of the day, with the bright sun and a cloudless sky, the majority of the house was pretty dark, even with the windows open and with one hundred watt light bulbs the owner had in their light fixtures.

But I made nothing of it.

One room had a very small window and the walls were painted a dark green that could have been mistaken for black with the lights off.

After buying the house, I painted that room mint green and that helped a little.

I put six hundred watt bulbs in two standard lamps, and the room was still dark.

Soon after we moved in, I noticed other odd things, like, no matter how clean I kept the house or how much bug barrier spray I put down, there are always a lot of little black beetles that would find everywhere.

They were mostly dead or dying, and in small piles.

We had the pest control people over many many times and could and would still find these beetles everywhere.

Also, the wooden door that closed off the hallway that led to the bedrooms at the opposite end of the house had a wood grain pattern that looked like the devil's head, complete with pointy horns and a pointed beard.

With a paint roller and a bucket of paint primer mix, it took me around five or six coats to completely cover it.

It kept bleeding through and was fairly visible with the previous thin coats.

I also decided to permanently nail all the wooden windows shut, except for the bathroom windows for obvious reason, because of what the realtor said, in whom was probably the former owner's wife's stalker.

One night, I walked into the spare bedroom to get something and I noticed the smell of magnolia flowers, and then when I walked into my son's bedroom, it smelled like burning tar, even though all the windows in the house were completely nailed shut and sealed off.

Late at night, when my wife was at work and I was and I and my small son were home, I would often hear footsteps in our attic.

I tried to dismiss it as maybe a small animal that had gotten in there, but there were no signs of entry.

When I climbed up and looked around the inside and outside of the attic, the footsteps also sounded like an adult and definitely not like a small animal.

Several friends who spent the night over and housemates also heard the footsteps.

At the time, my son was under five years old.

He had a lot of toys in his room, along with a small TV.

If I was studying late at night, I would sometimes passed by his room and his led Thomas the train blanket would light up and start flashing red, or his TV would flicker on, or a battery powered toy which start moving on its own.

That creeped me out, but I dismissed it as electrical problems or possibly battery issues.

I also set up a baby monitor system in his bedroom because it was a good distance being on the opposite side of the house.

I once heard someone whisper over the monitor it's under the rock.

I immediately ran to his room, and no one was there.

What was disturbing was that we had a large fake rock in our backyard that hid the old broken pool salt system.

I never looked under it.

On another occasion, I heard him screaming at the top of his lungs and I ran, only to find him peacefully asleep under his covers.

Another time, I heard children's laughter over the monitor in the dead of night, around two AM.

I walked over to a window and looked out into our pitch black backyard to see if there were any any kids actually playing.

There were none.

All of these things occurred around midnight, four or five am.

My wife never believed any of the weird things I told her were happening in the house until one night, as we were watching a movie in our living room, we heard something or someone banging loudly on a door in our adjacent kitchen.

I grabbed a Machetecho's not playing.

It's happened to have a machete.

I'd have one ready to blame them.

I got guns ah I had nearby, and we both slowly went into the kitchen.

We were both surprised to hear the loud banging was coming from underneath the sink cabinet.

We slowly approached it, and I whispered to my wife to open it quickly and I'll run in the other room.

No, open it quickly, and I will chop up anything that comes out from underneath there with my machete.

She quickly opened it and there was nothing.

I tried searching online about our home's history and found it had a bunch of previous owners that kept the house for between two and four years each before they would sell it.

I even went to my local library and went through their microfish film and couldn't find any other information on the house.

We had the home blest had a priest come and bless it, and another priest my brother in law, held an actual mass inside the house, but strange things kept happening at dusk.

The house would give you a serious case of the hebegbis.

Back in the day, Sumter was small and an underdeveloped city.

Everything was shut down at nine pm, even our local walmart would close at nine pm.

Before the twenty four hour super Walmart was built, Anyone walking around outside after nine pm was considered suspicious.

At seven pm or whenever it got dark, I would lock the house doors with multiple dead bolts that I installed.

Anytime you were alone in that house house, you would get the feeling that someone or something was watching you.

It would make the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and on your arms.

After five years of this, I was able to get a job in a different part of the state and we moved into a new home.

But I wasn't able to sell the old house because the housing market was pretty weak at the time, so I had to rent it out.

After several years of shitty tenants that kept destroying my house, I decided to give up on renting and put it on the market.

I would drive the three hour round trip after my eight to twelve hour work shift to do repairs on the house before putting it up for sale.

There was one time that I had to watch my son and couldn't make the trip, so I asked my buddy to do some painting for me.

When we met up later, he told me that the house had given him the creeps as he painted late into the night, and that the hares would stand up on the back of his neck.

He said it felt like something was watching him.

The final straw that the house gave me started on a Friday after work.

I had decided that I would drive to my old house do some repairs, sleep over, and knock out the final repairs over the weekend in one go.

I loaded all my tools, equipment, and supplies into the mini van and drove the hour and a half and quickly got to work.

As the sun slowly set, it quickly got dark.

I decided to get some takeout before it was too late.

By the time I got back and parked in the driveway, it had already gotten pitch black.

I unlocked the side door and went in.

I closed and locked a series of doors behind me that led all the way to the bedroom hallway, including the hallway door that had the devil in the wood grain that I painted over.

I went to the bedroom, locked the door behind me, ate my food, brushed my teeth, unrolled my sleeping bag, and finally fell asleep after a long while.

The next thing I remember was waking up in a weird haze.

Early the next morning, around five am, with barely any sunlight, and hearing multiple male voices talking in the hallway outside the bedroom.

Fuck man, that's creepy.

They were mumbling to each other about robbing and killing me.

I quietly grabbed my cellphone and called my wife.

I didn't call nine one one because the house had an automatic security alarm in the past, and the police had shown up several times for false alarms, and I didn't want this to be another one of those.

My wife picked up the phone and I whispered to her to call my friend and have him slowly drive by the house to see if anyone had parked in our driveway or yard.

It took several minutes, and he eventually passed by and told her that he saw nothing.

I decided right there and then that if I was going to die, I wasn't going to die.

Cowering in fear and hiding, I grabbed my machete I used to trim the tree with me, and I slowly unlocked the bedroom door, flung it wide open, jumped out, screaming, get the fuck out of my house right now.

Nothing.

No one was there.

There was nothing except the echo of my screams reverberating through the empty house.

I promised myself to never sleep in that house again, and I didn't any additional work on it.

I made sure to drive there during the day, finish the repairs, and pack up all my equipment before dusk, and drive the hour and a half back to my new home.

I had some of the worst nightmares of my life in that house, nightmares I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

Almost every night, I'd dream of demons chasing me and my small son.

I'd be running away, carrying him with me.

I would get to a point where I would run out of breath and couldn't outrun them anymore, and I would resort to hiding him where the demons couldn't find him.

The demons would find me instead.

They would slowly tear me apart, piece by piece.

Sometimes it would throw me off a cliff hundreds of feet in the air, and I would hit the ground and I would wake up in a cold sweat, sometimes with unexplained bruises.

Other times they would slice me up in my dreams, and I could see and feel the blood leaving my body.

But just before the moment that I was supposed to die.

I would wake up.

I would feel a heavy sadness and or emptiness in me as I put on my military uniform and headed to work on base, which wasn't much better.

I know that feeling.

I worked on the house in ninety nine percent by myself from August until April of the next year, until it finally sold.

I would drive almost every day after work to fix it up.

I wound up taking a fifteen thousand dollars loss on it, but it was worth it to me, as I felt a heavy weight lifted off my shoulders.

Even though all this, I still remained pretty skeptical.

Recently, I passed by the house when I was in the city, and it would always be overcast with no sunshine, and the house looked kind of gray.

To me, the house actually looked and seemed like it was feeling sad.

A small part of me missed that house and the good memories made in it, and a very large part of me does not.

That's a badass story.

That's it's a great story.

It's well written, very well written and detailed.

Yeah, and this this could have been our story.

I could have done this as a story, you know.

Yeah, there's a lot of this stuff is typical and un a haunted house, but it sounds it seems demonic.

Come on, it does.

That's what I was thinking when, especially when he was in the bedroom with the voices outside the door with ghost is.

I mean, he was either hearing something that had happened, which sounds really unlikely, the two ghosts talking about robbing the guy, right, like one of those loop hauntings were talking about Yeah, or it was demonic.

Ghosts don't stand outside and and you know, make shit up like.

Right, A lot of a lot of ghost are not they don't even know you're there, or the ones that do.

You know that they're not going to talk about robbing you.

I mean, that's the tough conversation to scare him.

He was either hearing something that happened in the past.

Its residual.

Yeah, it could be residual, but yeah, I mean with the dreams and stuff like that, it makes it sound like it was demonic for sure.

That's a creepy fucking story.

Yeah, it really is.

This creepy house.

Good thing you sold it pal for poor people who I'm guessing he didn't disclose.

You know what you feel bad?

You know you gotta sell it, you gotta you gotta get rid of it.

You don't want to tell the people who are buying it, but at the same time you kind of want them, but you're like, I can't.

You know, it's ain't the demon.

We're taking him with.

It's part of the family now, he's one of us, well know of us.

That great, great story, Adrian.

Sorry took us so long to get to that one.

I needed that episode I could fit it in on.

But thank you very much.

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