Hello, hauntis welcome back to another episode of Haunting. For all our newbie haunters tuning in. I'm your host Therésa, dead and killing it, and this is our producer, Len
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and our undead abomination turned interned Naomi. Purgatory is all a buzz right now because we've had a lot of high profilers passing through lately, Hollywood royalty, politicians, my old sugar daddy, Rick. I don't really care because to me, celebrities are just people. I grew up in LA. Calista Flockhart's niece was in my kindergarten class okay. She was Ali McBeal and Ali. It doesn't matter. Point is, I'm not phased. It actually only depresses me more because
when will I pass through? I think my caseworker Sharon noticed I was feeling down about the whole not crossing over thing. She signed me up for a Haunting one oh one class. At first, I was like, ew, I have no interest in spending my unlimited free time in a rec hall basement with a bunch of sad sack, spooky wannabes. But it's actually been pretty fun and kind of breakfast club chic. One thing I learned recently that surprised me is that pretty much any noun can be haunted things, places, houses,
of course. But I once saw on a Nat Geo special that the entire Florida Keys are haunted. Now, personally, I think all of Florida is haunted. But I'll let you guys have that debate in the comments. I digress people can be haunted too. Obviously, the best example of this is Nicholas Cage.
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Of course he is. Kristen Stewart too, and Mitch McConnell , Ted Cruz, Johnny Depp, Christopher Walken, Jean Simmons, Courtney Cox. Yeah surprising, Yeah, definitely. Some people are just more porous to the supernatural. It's like getting gum stuck on the bottom of your shoe. But it takes a powerful spirit to haunt a person. It's a real commitment. You're dealing with personalities, travel, always being on Sorry, right, getting off track.
All of this is relevant today's episode because it features not one, but two haunted people. First up, is William from Ohio and his experience with the Potter House. And before all, you millennials, cream your skinny jeans, it's not that Potter House, so relax.
When I was in high school, we started hearing about this house called the Potter House. It was a little farmhouse out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by fields on either side, and it's just flat with long, barren country roads. Turns out the Potter House had a dark history. The story was there was a man who lived there who shot his wife and children and then took his own life in the house. The murder suicide happened in the seventies, and then the house just kind of sat abandoned.
Kids from other high schools visited it, and to my knowledge, nobody in my school had gone yet. We were all just kind of learning about it. So we decided to go there and check it out and cure our boredom and our curiosity by going inside this house and seeing. What it was all about. But I didn't know at the time it would have such a dark power over me for a really long time. My name is William, and I believe I was haunted
after going to a house where murder once happened. I just remember hearing it over and over again. Oh, the Potter house, Potter house, Potter house said, well, you know, it's not far away. It's like fifteen minutes away from my house, maybe twenty be easy just to go there and check it out. Mainly we were bored and curious. This house is supposedly haunted. Before heading over, I have this crazy idea about a prank. I'm going to pretend like I get hit by a ghost.
I put this fake blood on me and everyone freaks out, and then afterward everyone has a laugh. So that was my plan. My mother had different types of food coloring, and when you put it on fresh, it really does look like blood. So I took the little oval Vial and I put it in my pocket and I said, this is definitely going to come in handy. There was eight or nine of us and we all carpooled there. We had two cars. One car I remember had the girls in it, and
then the other car had the guys in it. To get to the house, we drive down these barren country roads with fields on either side and maybe a small forest here or there, but it's just flat and it's kind of spooky. It was around October, and I remember that specifically because we had school the next day. I remember feeling how spongy the grass was. I'm like sinking into the ground, as if it were kind of rotted with a disease. There was this big dead tree in
the middle of the yard. It just fit into everything perfectly, you know, even the grass is dead. It kind of set the tone from the start, and it just felt like really kind of eerie to me. I thought, Wow, this is going to be a spooky experience. As we got to the front door, it was partially boarded up. We crouched through to get into the home. As you enter, you're in the kitchen, but if you look to your left there's the living room area, and straight back on.
The very back wall there was like old floral wallpaper, very dingy looking, and you see what appears to be blood splatter. It was a very faded brownish red color. Just beside that, there are Multiple holes which looked like bullet holes. I remember there were a couple holes in the ceiling, and then there were at least one or two in the floor. We start walking up the stairs
and they're very creaky. They didn't feel very stable. I would just say that I truly felt as though we could crash through these stairs at any point in time, and a little voice in my head was like, probably shouldn't go up there, But at the same time, I'm like, we're here, let's just go up there because we're probably never going to come back. A couple of the girls stayed downstairs in the kitchen because they didn't want to
go upstairs. They were all kind of freaked out at that point, but we were so stupid we had to see what's up there. There were two bedrooms. I only remember walking into one. There was an old box spring on the floor and that was it. We stood in the middle of the room and we were kind of talking like, oh man, I can't believe we're here.
So we walked back down the stairs and everyone's kind of giving the downstairs area a little once over, and I noticed a door to the right of where the bullet holes and the blood were splattered. I go, hold on, guys, I got to check something out. So I walked back there and I go, this has
to be the place where I pull this prank. I tilted my head back and I filled my eye socket with as much food coloring as I could, and I took my flashlight and I banged it against the wall as hard as I could, and then I just started screaming, bloody murder. Oh, something hit me, something hit me, Like, we gotta Go, and everyone's freaking out. Oh my god, what happened? What happened? What looks like blood running down my hand, running down my face. And I go, I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding.
Let's go, let's go. And everyone comes, you know, barreling out the door as fast as we can. The house was situated up on a hill. This is the part I've just never forget and I feel really badly about this, but I remember one girl that she's running down the hill. She plows right into her passenger side door.
Just I was in the back just kind of like hunched over, keeping my hand over my eye, and the girl in the front passenger seat, she was like freaking out the most and she just kept screaming, get him to the er, get him to the er, like yelling at the girl to drive faster. I'm just sitting there like, okay. At some point I have to let them know that
this is all ruse. So we pulled into the hospital and we're walking toward the er, and I told them right before we entered the hospital that it was a prank. The girls were so mad and then the guys just bust up laughing. They thought it was the funniest thing. The next morning, I woke up for school, probably around seven o'clock, and I remember walking over to my closet and there was a freezing cold spot in my room. It was really strange. There was no central air or
anything like that. When I opened my closet door, all my clothes were kind of in a ball on the floor. That was very odd because I always hang up everything. It didn't make any sense to me, but you know, it's like the morning. I'm just kind of like, all right whatever, not trying to think too much about it. And then I started to hear this whispering. It sounded like if you're at a wake or something
where everyone's talking but they're quiet. It sounded like an entire room of people were speaking at just above a whisper. It was an eerie sound. At first, I thought I'm just waking up. Am I just groggy? Or what's the deal here? And then I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and all that kind of stuff, and it kind of intensified. It got louder. It just kept going, and that's when I realized, Okay, this isn't me like waking up or having the morning cobwebs.
This is actually happening, Like I'm really experiencing this. This whispering persisted on my drive to school, as I walked into school, as I'm sitting in my classes, it just didn't stop. I kind of began to panic. I was never one to believe in ghosts or anything like that, but I was afraid of them, if that makes sense. I was just like, I really hope ghosts aren't real because I'm not built to deal with this, and I was scared. I don't know what's going on, but we
did this stupid thing. I went to this house, I pulled this prank, and now I'm hearing all these sounds in my head. It kept going for two weeks. Two or three nights after, I started hearing the whispers, I'm laying in my bed and seeing like just a shadow and it's four feet high or so, and I realized it's moving. There's no face or anything like that. It's just a black figure. It looks like it could be a little girl. I don't know, but it's something that's like coming toward me
all the way across my room. Probably fifteen feet from my bedroom door to directly in front of where I'm resting my head. There were no sounds. It was dead silent. I'm staring at it. I felt so powerless, and you know, like, what am I going to do? Start punching at the air? I have the chills, and then I start sweating like crazy. I felt like a little kid. I just pulled the covers over my head and I was like, Okay, I'm officially afraid of the dark. I didn't pull my head up the rest of the night.
I was really spooked at this point because I feel like I'm losing my mind. One of my friends was a devout Christian, so I said, can you pray for me? He kind of looked at me like I'm crazy or I'm making a joke. He wasn't taking me seriously, and that's what really hurt. So I ultimately had to go to my mom and tell her what I did. She's like, I think you need to go to the church. It
was a Catholic church. I went there and I spoke with someone and they recommended the cleanse or something like that. The priest came to my house and put some candles and read some scripture and asked whatever evil spirit was entering my sphere to stay away. I just remember not hearing whispers after that point, and then the little figure I saw that was the end of that too. You know, It truly was a very hard time of my life, and I hope that I've somehow made amends
to whatever it was. That house held power over me, power over my subconscious or my reality, whatever you want to say. It had a grasp on me for longer than I was comfortable with. Thankfully, I was able to ask for help at the right time. You know, I could have let that house completely destroy me. I could have completely fallen apart, but it didn't, and that conquered whatever I was dealing with. So I feel a little triumphant about the whole thing.
Funny how suddenly everyone's a Catholic when there's a ghost in town. I like that whispering thing, though, that's pretty freaky. So far, all I've learned in class is how to do this. Oh, come on, did anyone's lights flicker? Somebody please? Okay, I'm going again, comment if your lights are flickering. Okay, I'm trying kind of a blanket haunt thing, right, now just astral projecting myself into as many homes as possible. Oh, we got a flicker in the studio that was all me okay, how about this.
I'll give away a free personal haunting to one lucky listener. All you have to do is follow the haunting account my personal account and tag two friends in the comments with a note about why you deserve to be possessed and what a supernatural experience would mean to you. Oh and actually lighting a long stem black candle would be helpful. Screw it, I'll throw in every month of Goodbye fresh meal kits. Why not?
While we select our giveaway winner, take a listen to our next guest, Amber from Alaska, whose haunted friend tracked a little demonic dirt into her home.
She was scared. She was really scared. She's like something follows me around and it is always with me. Just gives me chills again, Like I'm getting chills again from it. I never really dealt with angry ghosts before. My name is Amber and I live in Alaska. And this is a story of when my old friend came by and brought an unexpected visitor Soldotna, Alaska. It's pretty small. We got like one Fred Myers. We have a safe way, a Walgreens.
I don't ever hear my neighbors ever. Like, it was really quiet in town and where I live, Like in this small town late at night time, it's pretty dang quiet here, like sometimes it'll be, you know, like a ghost town. I was sitting on my couch watching TV. It was late at night, the kids were in bed. I got a message on Facebook messenger from an old family friend. Brittany's mom and my mom were best friends, like our whole lives, ever since we were babies. We
grew up together. We did everything together. We would go on road trips together. We just spent like a lot of our childhood together. And her mom and my mom both unfortunately passed away. I was fifteen and I think she was like eleven when her mom passed away. You know, like after we just kind of lost touch. But you know how some friendships like just never change no matter how much time goes by. Our relationship has always been the same,
and she's like family to me. She randomly messaged me one night when I was sitting there and I haven't heard from her in a long time, And I replied back and she said that she was staying at a hotel Soldotna. Just around where I live. There's probably like four or five hotels within like five minutes. I asked her where at She just happened to be in the one that was right across the street from me. So I thought that was pretty crazy. So I told her, Oh, well,
come over. I hugged her. Just from looking at the expression on her face, I could tell that she's been going through some hard times. She was telling me some crazy, crazy things that happened to her within the past couple of years. One she woke up and her boyfriend had passed away. She said that she woke up and he was gone, and that, you know, it was devastating to me, Like, I felt so bad for her. She said, oh yeah, And that's not even the worst of it. She told me.
It was her dad and her stepmom's anniversary. They were all having a good time celebrating the anniversary. They were drinking and stuff. They have birds there at the house. All of a sudden, one of the birds got out. I think it was a parakeet. The stepmom like, just it set her off. She comes out all mad and she's like, this is something you guys, will never forget for the rest of your life, and then holds a gun to her head and shoots herself right in front
of Brittany and her dad. It gives me goosebumps every time I even talk about it. To have someone do that, that's intense. I couldn't imagine going through that. She's like family to me, like we grew up together, and like, I just I hate that she had to go through that. Right when she was talking about her stepmom, that is when it all happened, She's like, fuck her. We had this little pop up tent in my living room and it like moved a little bit. We both noticed that
at the same time, like what the heck? And then right after that toy, like one of those ones you push a button and it makes noise. It's like a little kid toy starts going off and we're like, what the fuck? And then we hear this bang. It was so frickin' loud. We could feel it, it sounded like an explosion, but it was in my house. What if that loud bang was like mimicking a gunshot. We were in the living room, we had the front door open. But right after that
loud bang, the front door slammed shut. It was terrifying. I've never ever went through anything like this, and I've had some crazy stuff happened to me. She was more scared than I was because what we were talking about, like she kind of knew because she said something about she feels like something's falling around, like something's attached to her. I feel like Brittany just talking about what happened with her stepmom in the manner that it happened, saying fuck her,
that pissed off her stepmom's spirit. When you talk about someone that has passed away, like in a negative tone, bad things can happen. I try to debunk it myself, like, there's no frickin way with that loud bang. I don't know what could have caused that. It was nothing in my house. You know, everyone was sleeping, It was just me, the kids being Brittany. It just felt like something moved through my house. The pop up tent and the toy and then the bang, and the next thing, you know,
my front door slam shut. It's not a coincidence that she's gonna tell me all this crazy shit that happened to her, and then you know all that happened at one time. I know that I have angels with me, like my mom and my sister, like they would never ever, ever let anything happen to me. With the front door being slammed shut, I think my mom was getting her stepmom's spirit out. What happened with Brittany was not compared to anything that I've ever witnessed or been through the most
intense thing I've been through with the paranormal. It was terrifying.
Ooh, yikes, Brittany's stepmom is one spirit I hope I do not cross paths with. Sounds like she's definitely creeping around purg somewhere. But let's announce our winner. Who do we have, Naomi? What do you mean there's no winner. No one wants a free personal haunt. Let me see that. Therésa, The light flickering was super cool. Oh thank you. My friends and I are terrified of Naomi. Do you think we could, what? Hi haunting crew, I've been reading a lot about the
appearance of succubi in medieval folklore. A visit from Naomi would be huge for my thesis. Let's just see here. I can't imagine anything scarier than a visit from Naomi, she sounds like a terrifying badass. I'm also a huge fan of Goodbye Fresh. Okay, Naomi has a lot of fans. That's so fun. I love that. Unfortunately, we're out of time for today, I know, bummer and no time to announce a winner. Ah shoot, guess that means the contest is
off whomp whomp. Well, thanks for joining us anyway. As always, if you've got us scare to share, maybe my cool lights thing as an example, email Len at [email protected] and join us next week for more Haunting. Len, a word please.
If you have a haunting story to share, please email us at [email protected] . Haunting is a production of Glass Podcast in partnership with iHeart Podcast. Haunting was created and executive produced by Nancy Glass, Andrea Gunning, Ben Fetterman, and Lauren Lapkus. It is hosted by Lauren Lapkus as her character Therésa . Haunting is directed by Aleah Welsh and produced by Trey Morgan. It is written by Aleah Welsh, with additional writing by
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