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Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary
"The moment. The ferry pulls away from the dock you start to feel weird chilly wind is blowing. But the bay is calm. Odd. You've never gotten seasick before your heart pumps hard, the seafood chowder. You had for lunch broilers in your belly maddening pickles crawl under your skin. Rising on the wind. You can hear the voices of the damned growing louder and louder the Yang remoter ings beat at your skull suffocating on bearable rising to a crescendo. Be island. Suddenly looms out of the Faulk a rusty water tank. Whether buildings some burnt out at hollow the young yielding tower where sharp-eyed guards released a barrage of bullets those who dared to try to escape you shut her. You finally understand what your body has been trying to tell you danger lurks here their spirits still trapped on the island, even though they've long since passed away. Welcome to contrasts. Hopefully, you'll leave the island with your sanity intact. Welcome to haunted places on the par cast network. I'm Greg Poulsen every Thursday take you to the scariest areas most haunted real places on earth this week. Join me on a supernatural journey to sinister Alcatraz island in the San Francisco Bay. And discover why to this day. It's haunted. At park Hass. We're grateful for you our listeners you allow us to do what we love let us know how we're doing reach out on Facebook and Instagram at park cast and Twitter at parkas network. And if you enjoy today's episode the best way to help us is to leave a five star review wherever you're listening. It really does help us. We also have merch head Duparc cast dot com slash merch. For more information. Listen to more episodes of wanted places as well as par casts. Other podcasts on your favorite podcast directory. Brize ING out of the frigid waters of the San Francisco Bay is the legendary fog shrouded island of Alcatraz, the island is small only a rocky forty seven acres, but visible from the mainland, however to the hardened criminals who were imprisoned at the penitentiary San Francisco was a world away a mile and a half swim through cold choppy waters. Long before the penitentiary existed. Local indigenous tribes fought that evil spirits roamed Alcatraz island, some tribes banished people there as punishment for violating tribal law. In eighteen fifty the United States have Fishawy took over the island in eighteen fifty nine. They had built fort Alcatraz a defense outpost of around two hundred soldiers eventually part of the camp became a military prison for confederate civil war prisoners after the civil war ended the prison was expanded into the early twentieth. Century the prison housed army, deserters war, criminals and defiant. Native American leaders who rebelled against white rule Alcatraz island continued to operate as a military prison up until nineteen thirty-three what it was acquired by the federal government. The department of Justice about creating the toughest federal prison in the United States. Alcatraz penitentiary opened in nineteen thirty four with one to break. The will of the US's toughest most unruly inmates by putting them on a methodical repetitive program until their release. But some prisoners would do anything to break the monotony. Rufa turned over on its mattress. He had woken up before the alarm again. He hated that. You could never get back to sleep before. Six thirty rise and shy time to dress tied yoursel and become. That six fifty five they marched in a single file line to the cafeteria Rufa took a big bite of eggs, at least the food was. Okay. Even if he only had twenty minutes to gulp it down. Sometimes he thought about standing on a table during breakfast and belting out of song. He hated the silence. But he didn't want to end up in solitary. Mealtime was over time for work. Rufa woke up early. Again. What day was it? He wondered Tuesday. No tuesday. He had scrub down the shower room. Was that yesterday? What was that sound who was whispering Ruth a Kochta's? Head trying to hear. Six thirty AM rise and shine time to get dressed tidy, sell and become did digs for breakfast, work detail, mop the kitchen floor and on and on. The day's stretching out before him. What day was it? Month september. Else getting colder. Ruth allay and his mattress and listened to the whispers at first he had hated the prisons of rules about not talking who knew that silence. Was so loud it weighed a man funded in his ears made his brain throb. But then the whispers came and he was glad the whispers told him many secrets. Six thirty AM rise and shine time to get dressed tied yoursel and become. Ruth, stared down at his left hand as aid is eggs. It was. Luckily, the whispers told him that is left hand was bad. He thought about it all the time had done. So for weeks. They were right. His other hand was strong with a good grip veins gracefully tracing under the pale skin, the bad hand was fish belly white and clumsy when he tried to use it. No wonder the police had caught him is stupid left hand had let him down. Mealtime was over time for work. Ruth swept the floor today. He was part of a work crew cleaning the garage, he paused stretch flexing his hands mindful of the armed guards watching the inmates work. Something caught as I could it be. Rufa casually swept toward the fire truck. Yes, it was. Now was his chance he began to carefully. Sweep under the truck. Edging his way around toward the rear. Suddenly Rufa mate is he snatched the small hatchet from the trucks, two compartments and knelt on the ground. He gripped the hatchet and his good right hand. And brought the sharp blade down on his bad. One. He curiously stared at the bright red blood spurting from the stumps where his thumb and index finger used to be something light trip through this names, and he felt his mouth stretch wide into a grin. He brought the hatchet down. Again, severing. His were me little pinky and the finger next to it. The guards tackled Rufa before he could get a third strike. They carted him off to the infirmary as he begged. Can you help me do the other hand? The our personal instant received a fair amount of public attention. However, the warden saw Rufus self mutilation as a ploy for attention rather than mental illness and only temporarily sent him to the infirmary before he was returned to general population. The mental strain on prisoners at Alcatraz could be enormous prisoners were only guaranteed five things food shelter clothing, a shower once a week and the right to see a doctor anything else such as male or recreation privileges had to be earned the inmates lived in cells measuring about nine by five with a seven foot ceiling but tiny living space contained only desk toilet sink and Murphy punk. Furthermore, in the early years of Alcatraz, the warden enforced silence policy prisoners were forbidden from speaking to one another singing humming or whistling. They were allowed to talk for three minutes during recreation yard periods and for two hours on weekends. Perhaps that is why they say the walls of Alcatraz whisper. It's the voices of those past hid mates stored away in the cold stone carrying the suffering. That was never set up loud. Coming up. We'll have more from the dark halls of Alcatraz. Your mental health is important. It's okay. Not to be okay. 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Some exciting news for you starting now, you can listen to haunted places episodes that are older than six months completely ad free exclusively on Stitcher premium. We're always looking for ways to improve listener experience. We found an amazing partner Institure to bring you episodes ad free six months after they're released again, this will only affect episodes that are older than six months. Nothing else will change we'll still be releasing new haunted places episodes wherever he listened to podcasts for free month trial, go to Stitcher premium dot com slash podcast and use promo code podcast that Stitcher premium dot com slash podcast and use promo code podcast. Now back to the story. Due to a severe tedious schedule many prisoners serving sentences that attracts federal penitentiary suffered mental breakdowns between nineteen thirty six and nineteen thirty seven loan fourteen prisoners went insane and many tried to self mutilate or commit suicide. Unfortunately, the prisons doctors did not always take this risk seriously. After breakfast. The inmates were being counted? When Joe decided that he couldn't take it anymore. He was a sick, man. And he shouldn't have been there. It was too cold. The stench was vile, the prisoners were pathetic. But the wind was the worst of it it echoed off the walls screeched in his ears. It rattled his brain and chilled his spine. He tried to huddle in the corner to hide under his bed to wrap himself in his own bed sheets, but still the wind screen and ripped at his flesh. He yanked off his glasses and stopped on them broke. Joe scooped up jagged piece of glass and saw at his throat. The guards tackle Joe knocking him to the floor. He lay their days his throats Deng rate made a shallow cut the wind screeched somehow louder like it was angry with him. In the infirmary. Dr twitchell poked and prodded at Joe clearing his throat twelve jotting down notes, Joe hated Dr twitchell had his cold hands. And even colder. Judging is couldn't he see that. Joe is sick and needed to lead. This place. Didn't hear the terrible wind finally Dr twitchell declared that Joe was pretending to have mental problems. But wasn't really insane. He sent show back to a cell. But after that the guards kept a careful eye on him. During morning roll call Joe started twitching, his skin it. Blood raced through as Maine's the wind blew it filled his ears. He could feel it's icy touch on his heart. You could feel it rattle and shake his bones. He started banging his head on the cell bars. He must stop it. He must stop the winds. No matter what. Joe was treated for a small head wound and sent back to a cell. The wind came again, it wrapped around him it froze his skin told him secrets. You must not work. It said it's very dangerous to work. When the prisoners lined up for work detail, the wind rose up and Joe started screaming. Put me in the dungeon. I will not work. Joe got a day of solitary confinement for that. And another trip to the infirmary, Dr twitchell, refuse to reassess. But the wind kept coming. It pushed him this way. And that he felt it peel away his skin layer after layer he needed to be transferred. If he stayed the wind would tear him apart. Joe taunted and slapped guards started brawls and food fights each time earning himself trips to the infirmary and stints in solitary confinement. But they would not transfer him. He was unwell and should be free. Why couldn't they see that? Couldn't they hear the wind. Finally after fighting with guard Joe was sent to the whole the darkest most isolated cell in the prison. He lost track of how long he was there. All he could do was curl ball to keep warm for a while. He thought he escaped the wind. There was nothing in his cell nothing. But beautiful darkness. But then it returned taunting him. He was alone with it here. It was just him the darkness and the wind. When the guards finally, let him out the jail was too. Big too loud to everything. Joe's head hurt. But he was quiet now. The wind was part of him. It was him. For work detail. Joe was assigned to the incinerator. He sorted medals. He burnt waste that work was hard. The guards watched him closely the wind taunted him laughed at him tempted him to give up then. And especially bright morning came the sun reflected off the water and hurt shows is in the distance tour boat sailed by. The incinerator belched foul gray smoke as Joe shoveled garbage into it. The entire stench of the prison gathered before his nose Jo- watch Segal catch an updraft and saw his mouth gaped the seagull road the women. Segel had conquered the wind flying top it with grace and ease. He knew this was his only chance the only chance he had to defeat the wind. He needed to be like the seagull he needed to fly. He needed to be free. The alarm for launch began ringing as Joe dropped us shovel and ran for the fence. He heard the guards tower shouting at him, but he didn't care. The wind whipped into a frenzy. It tried to blow him over to hold him back, but he would not give in he leaped for the fence and began to scramble up its metal links. Joe kept climbing when they fired a warning shot over his head his hands snagged on the barbed wire on the top of the fence, it ripped his palms buddy kept climbing until the next crack of the carbine cont Joe in the torso, he tumbled over the prison fence to fall sixty feet and land on the rocks by the water's edge and the wind. The wind finally stopped. All Joe heard was the lone shriek. Of a seagull. Joseph Bowers died on April twenty-sixth nineteen thirty six. His desperate bid for freedom is considered the first escape attempt from Alcatraz penitentiary since then Joe's motives have been debated was he really trying to escape or was he purposely committing suicide by prison card, and I witness claimed that Joe was attempting to feed a seagull and started to climb back down after the warning shot. But the official version of the incident says nothing about this. Coming up. We'll visit the darkest depths of Alcatraz no back to the story. From the time Alcatraz federal penitentiary opened in nineteen thirty four until the time it closed twenty nine years later in nineteen sixty three there were fourteen documented escape attempts. It's likely that many more attempts never got beyond the planning stages. All the scape. Attempts were met with swift discipline often they were sent to the most feared place in the prison. De-block the disciplinary wing. This forty-two jail cell unit had no contact with general population. Thirty six of sells for Wrangler but convicts assigned to them were confined to their cells and not allowed to eat at the mess hall or to be on work detail. The other six cells in deep lock de nine default teen or referred to as the whole these cells around the bottom floor of the prison and faced the bay making them twenty to thirty degrees. Colder than the rest of the facility prisoners were often kept naked in the hole. The worst cell of the whole was known as the strip sell the cells walls were painted black and it had a hole in the floor for toilet the cell had standard metal bars with a slot to pass food through. In addition to the bars, a solid metal door could be closed blocking out all light prisoners subject to the whole emerged disoriented and sometimes insane others developed arthritis or pneumonia after spending days naked in Chile sell. But some prisoners suffered a much worse. Eight. Jim knew where they were taking him. He went stiff screaming at the top of his lungs. But the guards only continued dragging him. It wasn't his fault. He hadn't started the food fight just protected himself. Once it got going. They shove Jim into cell d fourteen and quickly stripped him. He pleaded with the guards not to close the steel door. Not to take the light away from him. They smirked and slammed in its face. Then Jim was alone in the cold smelling black. Or was he? Though, he couldn't see he sensed something the darkness something that fill that emptiness. He began to regulate his breaths, trying to ignore the sewer stink. The only way he was going to get through the next few days without going crazy was to use his mind. Jim crawled until he could touch the wall Easter and started walking around the edge of the small sound pacing would help keep him warm. He paused straining his vision. But the cell was too dark to see anything. Strange scratching sound seem to fill the room. He held his breath listening has he inched along the wall. Then Tilley came to a place where a pair of glowing red eyes suddenly blinked open gym froze. And then silently eased down to the floor. He painstakingly crawled toward where he thought the door should be behind him the wall bulged stretching like warm, taffy. And then it tore. Jim watched in horror as a man of fame with glowing red eyes wearing a waistcoat and breeches stepped out of the wall. He screamed urgently banging on the door yelling that there was something someone in the room with him. The thing drifted toward him. He screamed pleading for the guards to let him out. It's in here with me, please, please. It's in here with me. But there was no response only the unfortunate windy echo of the cold. So. Jim turned around and shrank against the door. The man loomed over him watching him head cocked with mild curiosity. It's in here with me. He shouted again. His voice felt raspy. And this time it came out like a Fetig squeal, please open the door. It's. No response nothing. It was just Jim. And the frightening red is before him about thing shot his arms out and grab Jim around the neck. I see hands. He squeezed hard choking him. Jim clawed, the hands to no avail. He tried to make a final grab at the thing. But his arms felt heavy and wouldn't respond. The last thing he saw before his vision. Blurred those glowing red eyes. His voice was whisper. Now, it's. Here with me. The next day. It took some time before the guards realized that Jim was con-. They had heard him screaming last night, but many prisoners in the whole screamed when the screaming finally stopped they figured Jim had fallen asleep. In fact, it wasn't until lunch that anyone realized he was missing. And they went looking for him. They found Jim pale and cold on the floor. His face contorted terror around his neck was a string of livid fingerprints. By the nineteen forties. Alcatraz had an interesting reputation over the years guards and prisoners alike, occasionally claim to see prisoners usually an old fashioned military uniforms, walking the prison, and then simply that. Deep lock especially was known for having a ghost dressed in old fashioned clothes from the eighteen hundreds sometimes guard saw him passing near the whole. They frequently joked about the spectral prisoner. So when a convict confined to sell de fourteen started to scream about a man with glowing red eyes being the salve with him. The guards didn't take it seriously oddly, the guards on duty the night that prisoner died swore that the next morning the newly deceased inmate lined up as usual for the morning roll call, but then later disappeared. Visitors to sell fourteen say that it's extremely cold even colder than the rest of the whole many report hearing ghostly whispers and feeling very uncomfortable in default team one goes to hunter claims they even felt cold fingers on their neck went in this cell. Alcatraz closed in nineteen sixty three mainly because the prison had become too expensive Theron in nineteen seventy-two Alcatraz became part of the National Park Service it open to the public as a museum in nineteen seventy three and has been a popular destination ever since the legends of paranormal activity at Alcatraz have only continued to grow. Phantom, Ken and gunfire. Banging within the walls doors closing on their own spectral old fashioned soldiers and intense oppressive atmosphere and some guests have snapped inexplicable photos with ghostly figures in the background Alcatraz is popular with ghost, hunters and psychics some suggests that Alcatraz isn't necessarily full of ghosts. It's the setting of many residual haunting 's when strong emotional or physical trauma happens space. It leaves an impression or recording of the event rather than a ghost with agency haunting a place some facet of the original event is super naturally repeating itself. The next time. You're in San Francisco, be sure to visit Alcatraz we suggest wearing sunscreen and taking jacket the sunlight reflects off the water and the wind blowing through the bay can be chilly. Even in the summer. Listen to the tour guide step into jail cell and see just how small prisoners world was contemplate how the lack of freedom and stimulation could wear a man day after day gaze across the water to San Francisco and experience just how maddeningly close and simultaneously. How far away the mainland is take a minute to count your blessings and have a moment of silence for the poor souls who died here on Alcatraz island. Thanks again for tuning into haunted places. 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"I'm excited to announce fascinating new podcast original called not guilty. It examines controversial criminal cases and attempts to determine why solid evidence doesn't always lead to a conviction. Stay tuned after this show to hear a clip of the first episode to listen to the full I sewed subscribe to not guilty on Spotify or wherever you listen to podcasts. Interest Shire had felt odd during this entire photo shoot he had been hired by the noble Townsend's to photograph their lovely ancestoral whole Raynham hall. But the entire place had felt off portrait seem to shift on their own stairwells seemed to have extra steps as he descended them. The air seemed to flow as if he were outdoors. He had taken photos all day all around the home, and he was just about to finish up. He only had photos of the grand hall to take. And he said his camera up ready to capture its grandeur in permanent photographic relief. As the aim the photo at the noble staircase, he felt his skin bristle with discomfort. He stared through the camera and time seemed to slow until he was frozen and unable to move through the lens. He could see. The shape of a woman appear and descend down the stairs. She was spectral and horrific her visage on worldly and awful to behold, she froze on the steps as if to pose and without his control. He felt his thumb pressed the button to close the shutter. Time return to normal and the woman vanished with the flash of the camera. Welcome to haunted places apar- caster, which I'm Greg Poulsen every Thursday, I take you to the scariest areas most haunted real places on earth this week. Join me on a supernatural journey to tragic Raynham hall and discover why to the stay it's haunted. At park Hastert. We're grateful for you our listeners you allow us to do what we love let us know how we're doing reach out on Facebook and Instagram at par cast and Twitter at parkas network. And if you enjoy today's episode the best way to help us is to leave a five star review on Spotify or wherever you're listening. It really does help we also know have merchandise had Duparc cast dot com slash merch. For more information. Some one hundred twenty miles northeast of London in the wilds of Norfolk county East Anglia stands Raynham hall. Raynham hall was once the centerpiece of seven thousand acre estate, the ancestry country home of the noble Townsend family after fifteen years of arduous construction. Raynham hall was completed in sixteen twenty and at four hundred years old is one of the oldest buildings in Norfolk county this palatial five story mansion was built in the Neo Palladian style and features a striking. Western the side a long drive with mature trees marching on. Either side creates a stunning entrance to the elegant red-brick manner. The interior of the Townsend home is Justice planet containing richly appointed rooms filled with fine paintings, handmade rugs and. Then teak furniture. Raynham hall is also the setting of one of the most famous haunting in the world. And incident were a ghost was captured on film. However this haunting tale begins long before the invention of the camera. In sixteen. Eighty six lovely Dorothy Walpole was born into a wealthy and politically connected family at eleven years old Dorothy fell in love with her father's award the noble Charles Townsend during this time period. It was legal for marriages to occur between young teens, though, often a couple didn't live as man and wife until a few years later. Fortunately, Dorothy, father did neither request to marry. He was worried that the wealthy Charles making a match with his daughter Dorothy would be seen as him exerting undue influence. That's guardian. Charles ended up marrying someone else and Dorothy was left heartbroken during the next fifteen years. Charles had several children than rose high in political circles eventually Charles wife died by this time. Dorothy father had also passed away. Dorothy, brother, Robert consented to the match and after a brief period of mourning for Charles, I wife, he endured the were married in seventeen thirteen that I their marriage was happy Dorothy gave birth to several more of Charles children. But then Charles wind of some gossip about his wife allegedly Dorothy had once been involved with the Marquis of warden, and their flirtation may have continued after her marriage to Charles Lord, warden, wasn't a Torius rake and errant political rival of Charles Charles who was said you'll have a violent and cruel temper bar Dorothy from seeing their children, supposedly not long afterward. Dorothy died of smallpox at the age of forty in seventeen twenty six she had been married to Charles for thirteen years before she passed away. Charles stood tall in the front. Pew of Saint Mary's church and tried to look suitably solemn as the priests droned on it was the funeral for his poor wife. Dorothy, she was to be buried in the family crypt. Charles stared at the flower covered casket thought to house Dorothy remains in reality. It contained not but bricks. Dorothy size fluttered open her mind flitting between consciousness and unconsciousness. She caught glimpses of her surroundings dark drab beams of old wood and dusty floors. She laying mattress old and lumpy and in moments of moderate clarity. She could feel the rough edges of a rope tied tightly around her ankle with blurred vision, she could see a figure looming over her. It was wide and for boating and noise rumbled forth from it deep and angry. She shuttered in her bed terrified of the imposing figure than her eyes. Shut again her mind drifting off to unwilling sleep once again. Dorothy opened her eyes once more her head eight her throat was parched and stung. But her mind was finally clear, she could tell she was in the attic, she lay on an old bed and her leg was tied to its post a small port window and glass lantern lit the room and on the wall. She could see a passage written out in black ink. If the man is found lying with the woman married to a husband, then both of them shall die. The man that lay with the woman and the woman so you shall put away the evil. Dorothy could see woman and evil were written at twice the size of the other words tears began to build she hadn't meant for him. To know. He was the love of her life warden was just there to pass the time. As she wiped her eyes. The staircase in the floor was pulled down. She saw Charles her husband rise up from the floor his face dour at his posture serious. He pulled the stairs shut behind himself and approached slowly and silently. Cry. Dorothy scrambled off the bed kneeling before her husband. She choked back tears apologizing profusely. She was sorry. It was never meant to happen. Like it. Did she was his and his alone? Charles nodded. He pulled a booklet from his back pocket. He began to read a sermon talking about the evils of adultery and the evils of loose women. He's spoke of doom and hellfire. He spoke of a reckoning. She leaned up to look in his eyes. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down. He continued to lecture, and she continued to cry. He finished his lecture and told her to get on the bed. She obliged. She hoped in time they could be together again as they had passed for now she would suffer for him suffer to return to him. The gas. Lamp was shut off and the sun had lowered she lay in complete darkness, alone and hungry. She thought about her children at long to hug them and tussle their hair she wondered how long it would take for her and Charles to reconcile days had come and gone with Dorothy stuck in the intermittent twilight and deep darkness of the attic at some point. After the first week she'd begun marking the time by dragging her nail against the plaster of the wall. She marked ten days ten long days Charles had visited her every day. And every day. He did the same thing. He lectured her from the bible that he forced her to the ground, then he'd forced her to the bed, and he take what he wanted before locking her the. A room once more the more this happened, the more she would turn her attention to the verse written on the wall where before she would see Bowman and evil standing out against the rest. Now, she only saw the word Di Di Di Di. She had lost all faith that Charles had any intention towards reconciliation at all. She crawled to the gas lamp hungry and exhausted. She lit the flame and removed the class cover holding the rope that tied to the bed above the flame. The heat worked its way through the cord each strand snapping the fire piece by piece. Eventually the rope is cut. She put the cover back on the lamp and began to carry it, the flickering fire casting her long gone shadow against the walls. She would exit the attic find your children and run she didn't know where but she would run and run until she was free. Enter children were free with her. She lowered the stairs and made her way down to the house proper. She snapped lamp to avoid giving away her position and crypt down the hall. The snake for any sort of movement. All was quiet. She made her way to her daughter's room she entered and saw her daughter sleeping in her bed. Safe and sound tears welled in your is it had been weeks and she'd seen her baby. She's swore to never let this happen. Again. She shook her daughter shelter to gently waker from her slumber, the girls eyes fluttered open in a drowsy day. Her daughter screamed in bloody terror scrambling away as fast as she could confused in horror struck Dorothy, pleaded with her to be quiet. The girl continue to yell saying all sorts of horrific things that Dorothy was the devil that she was vile spirit come to haunt her. But she should leave her alone at once and be banished back to hell from whence. She came river of tears flowed from Dorothy size cascading down her shallow starved and pale face. The visage of a ghost in the night. Dorothy, pleaded insisting that she wasn't dead. But she was too late. Charles had arrived. He tossed water and Dorothy face and began spouting bible verses telling her to flee from the power of Christ Dorothy took one last look at her terrified daughter before sprinting for the door. She bolted down the hall running with all her might to the staircase in the foyer, but she was frail and week Charles had kept pace behind her. He grabbed her by the shoulders shoved forcing her to lose her pallets. She flew over the banister crashed beat I against the floor. Her legs shattered against the crowd and her mind went blank from the pain. She awoke in the attic. Once again, her twisted legs sprawled across the bed ropes pinned each of her limbs to the corners of the bed frame as she listened to Charles chant. She realized that she would never leave this REU again. Swirl around door these date of death and how she died some maintain that Dorothy did dine seventeen twenty six but that she was murdered others. Claim Dorothy was held captive by Charles and passed away years after her fake funeral was conducted. Her remains were walled up and unused room in Raynham hall. Lord, Charles Townes than himself died in seventeen thirty eight about ten years after Dorothy reported death. He passed away a well respected politician and landowner having lived out his final years at Raynham hall the scars. He left would remain for much longer. Coming up Dorothy ghost returns to the corridors of Raynham hall. You've had the suspect's fingerprints at the crime scene. You have witnesses testifying that they saw the suspect commit the crime. The suspect has a motive it's open it shut case. Or is it each week? The new park has two regional not guilty examines. Controversial criminal cases and tries to determine why solid evidence doesn't always lead to a conviction. What police considered compelling evidence against Casey, Anthony, the disappearance separate daughter Kayleigh defense attorneys classified as fantasy forensics, and she was ultimately acquitted of Keighley's murder. 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We've found an amazing partner in Stitcher to bring you episodes at free six months after they're released again, this will only affect episodes that are older than six months. Nothing else will change we'll still be releasing new haunted places episodes wherever he listened to podcasts for free month trial, go to Stitcher premium dot com slash podcast and use promo code park cast that Stitcher premium dot com slash podcast and use promo code podcast. And now back to the story. More Charlestown sins. Great grandson, also named Charles inherited the Raynham estate one hundred years after Dorothy, his mysterious death. The sad love affair had long since been forgotten. That is until a cold winter's night in eighteen thirty five. By all accounts. The yuletide house party was shaping up to be a success this evening. The guests sang played games and made marry until they were horse. He was after midnight when Colonel office and Mr. Hawkins Baid their hosts, the Townsend's good night and made their way up stairs toward the bedrooms. Colonel Loftus suddenly caught sight of a woman at the far into the hallway. He only saw her for a moment before she glided around the corner and out of sight, but she left him with a feeling of unease. The woman was very thin and she wore a dated heavy Brown. Brocade dress of very odd for a servant to be out of uniform loved his turn to Mr. Hawkins who seemed just as put out as he the two men parted ways that lofta suspension loft just lay down in bed to rest for the night. The Colonel suddenly woke up he was covered in sweat and his skin prick old something shifted barely visible in the dim light coming from the embers and the great Loftus strained is is trying to see. Someone was in the room with him the fire suddenly flared, and the figure of a woman was lit against the flames loft is huddled in the sheets. She lurched towards his pet her. Glowing pale skin was papery and stretch tot over her bones and old fashioned dress hung poorly hundred skeletal frame her eyes. Redeem Lut red enter neck twisted her blue tinted lips move. The ghost made a horrible raspy noise. Loft was terrified paralysed. He couldn't move an inch. But ghost stared him down. Her bony chest heaving with effort. The ghost again made a horrible raspy choking noise. This time louder she pointed a bony finger at the wall. He began to shake. He didn't understand. The ghost reached out a gaunt hand and grabbed Loftus shoulder and electric shock skinnier down his spine book thing opened her mouth wide, a shriveled black tongue flapped about her teeth that she tried to make Loftus understand suddenly she she screamed once more. And then she was gone. Loft us lay in bed gasping, his heart racing. His limbs week. The next day loft, his grabbed all his belongings and hastily pack them away. When lady Townsend asked why he was leaving. He described to her in great detail, but terrifying encounter experience through the night lady Townsend insisted he stay, but he insisted on leaving. When she tried to get the other guests to pressure them into remaining at Raynham hall. He told all the guests his story. He left shortly thereafter as Loftus his tail began to spread throughout the house. Servants began to recall on things they had witnessed strange noises. That's strange hours. Disturbing lights coming from nowhere. Glimpses of a woman in Brown's talking the halls. Now, they knew the cause and they could remain at Raynham hall. No longer a few service. Quit their posts mortified by Colonel lofta tale. A year later in seventeen thirty six the Townsend's were once again, holding a large party when rumors that goes to the Brown ladies circulated among the guests. The ghost had been identified as lady Dorothy, a painting of lady Dorothy hung in a bedroom wearing a Brown. Dress allegedly the spirit resembled her but tale ever tragic love life resurfaced as rumors of ancestors indiscretions and her ancestors haunting spread throughout high society lady Townsend was upset her reputation as a host was suffering. She asked her neighbor retired, captain, Frederick Mariette, for assistance Marietta was a decorated British Royal Naval officer, and well regarded for his bravery the unflappable Marianne agreed to stay in the bedroom where the ghost had now been seen on. Mislead pointing towards the wall several times. Marriott. Pastas letter writing to glance up at the portrait of lady Dorothy. There was something unsettling about Raynham hall. He slept with his revolver under his pillow. Just in case. His last night visiting. But the towns Marietta was returning to his room from a friend's when he saw faint glow from a lamp at the other end of the long corridor. A woman was coming towards him Marianne to was in a state of undress due to the lateness of the hour. Modestly slipped into an antechamber. So as not to offend the woman as she passed curious as to whom it was Mariette peered through a crack in the door. He watched in horror as she moved with impossible speed raspy breath under him as he peered at her through the door. He gripped his revolver as he did. So the woman turned to face him Mary Hart. Stuttered tennis chest slowly the woman in Brown raised her oil glow revealed her features almost translucent skin clung to recall, her eyes were blood red for a heartbeat. The ghost stared at him. And then she grinned a ghastly smile. Her teeth were long and wickedly sharp terrified Mary at raised his revolver and pulled the trigger. The ghost disappeared as the bullet passed through her and struck a door on the opposite side of the hallway at leaned against the wall. Trying to catch his breath his ears rang from the gunshot. He approached the door the bullet had blown right through it only to lodge itself in the far wall of a small room dark liquid was dripping from the bullet hole in the wall. Mariette leaned in close to better see in the dim moonlight. He dipped a finger in a draw. And found that it was blind. Marianne tapped at the wall with the butt of his revolver, he managed to widen the whole little holding his breath. He wiggled two fingers into the hole and felt something wet hard. Bony? At ran for a lamp, then carefully looked into the whole he had touched the finger of a human corpse. Early. The next morning Marianne told the towns what happened they denied that. There was a ghost and were grieved that a guest would be so discourteous as to shoot off a gun in their home Mariette insisted on showing them, the bleeding wall. But when they went to the room the whole had bit patched, the town's maintained that there was nothing in the wall, chic Mariette left Raynham hall. Never visit again. We'll discuss the famous picture taken of lady Dorothy ghost after this. And now back to the story. Over the next one hundred years the Townsend family and their servants occasionally saw the apparition of the Brown lady. Notably in nineteen twenty six lady Townsend under son saw the ghost. I'm the stairs. The ghost also began appearing in the hallway and the bedroom where her portrait hung in late nineteen thirty six and incident happened, but forever immortalized, the ghost of the Brown lady of Raynham hall. The photographer Indra Shire, and is art director, captain provident were ecstatic when the Townsend family gave them permission to photograph Raynham hall for country life magazine for several hours, the duo wander the manner taking photographs province excitement only grew as the day went on the photographs. They took were regal and beautiful guaranteed to receive extra praise and pay from the magazine, however, Indra felt uneasy like there was something invisible. Something evil secretly watching him. Around four pm the Dua prepared for the last shots at the day. Pictures of the grand oaken staircase. The space was quite dim as Indra, man. The flash lamp province had just taken a picture. What had happened? Spectral woman in Brown began to descend the staircase for ghostly form captured interest attention and he snapped a second photo as quickly as he could. They rushed back to their workshop to develop the photos, they had captured a single perfect frame. The outline of Madonna likes supernatural presents drifting down the staircase. Provin call George angel claiming that she was heaven blessed Indra felt differently staring at the haunting visage he felt like he had captured an image of the angel of death. A few days past interest spent hours daring the photos negative on. Sure of what it meant. He felt convinced that nothing good could come of it. Eventually Indra had to return to work. He traveled to the residents of the noble lady. Thornton cameras case lady Thornton arrived at the door. Well, groomed and rotund she invited intra to her drying room where Indra could set up his camera as intra put together a set he heard barking from the hallway. A pug rushed into the room glaring at injuries camera it barked and barked, but it kept its distance shaking as its is Leif fixed on the device ecstatic lady Thornton picked up the pooch kissing. It's flat face. She wanted him to be in the pictures with her. As lady Thornton Helder pug, it continued barking Indra pointed the camera at the lady enter dog and as the lens aimed at the dog it began. Why thing almost uncontrollably? It twisted with every muscle in its body trying to break free from its owners grasp but lady thorton held it tight. She shouted at Indra insisting that he take the picture in interest hands the camera felt bitter cold. He grew dizzy as the shutter clicked and the pug froze, the dogs eyes went wide and it sat in its owners arms almost without emotion. Lady Thornton grinned. Finally, her dog was still she insisted that injured take more photos, but its strength sapped with each click after the final snap the pugs bladder relief. I it's urine coded lady Thornton. And she sent her dog down in discussed fleeing from the room as Indra packed up. His camera. He noticed the dog laying the ground is making body motionless. He quickly gathered his things and left as soon as it could. Returned home shivering. The sun was out in the air was warm, but injure could not shake the memory of that poor dog, lying vacant to pump the ground. You went to his dark room and began to process the negatives after several hours the photographs became visible to injuries. Great surprise. They were colorful and packed with life. He'd never seen a photo that looked so vicious even the nervous difficult pug looked regal and magnificent Indra made as many copies of the photos as he could excited. That's such a frightening. Experience could result in something so beautiful the next day injure returned to lady thorns estate, photographs in tow, he knocked but heard no response. He knocked one. It's more and Manet's at the door. He introduced himself as a taxidermist he'd been asked to preserve lady Thornton's canine after the dog's heart had mysteriously stopped Indra asked. Why attacks Durmus was answering the door and not wanna lady Thornton's many servants the taxidermist responded that the entire household was that a funeral lady Thornton's heart that mysteriously stopped as well. Indra left the photos with taxidermist ten rushed home. He had left. The camera that cursed camera out his workshop table, he had to get it to destroy it before anything else could happen. Images flashed in his mind as the horrific possibilities unfolded into some education, his partner could get to it and go to more assignments the client's dropping like flies. Nobody would know what horror had caused the losses only. He would Andy might be too late to stop. It is feet pounded against the pavement. Has he ran up the driveway to his home? He came to his workshop and burst through the door. Only to see his eight year old son playing this workshop taking photos of himself Indra watched in horror as the shutters clicked, and they're superimposed between his son and the lens was a ghostly woman her hand grasping his son by the spine. She grinned at Indra and in the split second as the shutters closed. She was gone. Opinion is divided as to whether photographers providence Shire perpetuated a great hoax with their ghostly photograph. Curiously when initially shown the ghost photograph marchioness Townsend bought the figure resembled the Virgin, Mary neither she nor country. Life magazine linked the image to the old legend, it was the subsequent media frenzy that connected providence shires photograph to the legend of the ghost in a Brown. Tress and lady Dorothy, the December twenty sixth nineteen thirty six issue of country. Life contained a featured article of the ghost on the stairs, an editorial in the magazine. Explain that they believed the picture to be real as providence Shire had been questioned by various experts, and their film negative had been examined. The public was enthralled with the image providence Shire made a small fortune selling copies of the photograph for Guinea, which is approximately one pound five Pence or less than one dollar in today's money, currently while there are many people who believe the photograph to be real many more. Consider it a hoax. It has been decried as grease smeared on the camera lens and a light anomaly from the flash lamp. However, the most common argument is that the image is a double exposure using a Virgin Mary statuette, whether the photograph is genuine or fake its location, still stands strong and proud and the legend of Dorothy stance with it the noble Townsend family continues to privately own and live in their ancestry home and some members of the family even maintain that they share the halls with their spectral predecessor. However, they strongly deny that lady Dorothy was imprisoned or ill treated by Lord. Charles and claim that Dorothy remains on the grounds out of funk nece for her home, not malice. A few times a year. Raynham hall is open to the public for viewing and music recitals. The current Lord and lady Townsend conduct tours through some of the formal rooms of the hall pointing out and teak tables were kings and princes once dined telling tales of their ancestors, if you're lucky to be a visitor at Raynham hall feel free to complement the marble friezes or the lovely silver service, but refrain from bringing up the ghost, it would be impolite to mention her in polite society. Thanks again for tuning into haunted places. We'll be back next Thursday with a new episode. You can find more episodes of haunted places as well. As all of park casts. Other shows on Spotify or wherever you listen to podcasts. Several you have asked how to help us. If you enjoy the show the best way to help is to leave a five star review. And don't forget to follow us on Facebook and Instagram at park cast and Twitter at park cast network. I'll see it next week. Haunted. Places was created. By max Cutler is a production of Cutler media at his part of the park has network. It is produced by max and Ron Cutler with sound design by Kenny Hobbs production assistance by Ron Shapiro and Paul Moller additional production assistance by Maggie admire and Freddie, Beckley this episode of haunted places was written by Candice Rogers. I'm Greg Poulsen. And here it is a clip of the first episode of not guilty. It's about Robert Blake whose wife was found dead in his car from gunshot wound to the pack of her head. Do you think he did it to listen to the full first episode subscribe to not guilty on Spotify or wherever you listen to podcasts.
"Mm-hmm. Ed sat at his post on the dock on able to move paralyzed by some unseen force. The darkness of the night was oppressive as the lapping waves slapped against the wooden beams that held the talk in place out upon the water floated to hulking behemoths of steel and iron their massive shapes only visible within the dark skies and dark waters. Thanks to the movements of their crews in the night, thousands of sailors bustled about the deck in the dim glow of the orange light Ed knew something horrid was about to happen. He tried to avert his eyes. But he could not look away the great metal beasts grown as they turned in the water from deep beneath the waves at heard, no Ed felt the shattering and trim Lous. Clink of metal on metal. The waves erupted inflame the metal halls of the metal beasts blasting into shards and fragments of their former selves oil spread across the water the flames spreading with it. All edco it here were the dying screams of the men on board. Ed woke from his nightmare drenched in sweat. He struggled to tap down. His fear is visceral terror. It had only been a dream, but something was terribly wrong. Still shaking. It got dressed and went to work at the docks that morning the morning of December. Seventh nineteen forty one. Welcome to haunted places on the Parkhouse network. I'm Greg Poulsen every Thursday. I take you to the scariest areas most haunted real places on earth this week. Join me on a supernatural journey to Pearl Harbor Hawaii. And discover why to this day. It's haunted. Par cast were grateful for you our listeners, you allow us to do what we love let us know how we're doing reach out on Facebook and Instagram at par cast and Twitter at podcast network. And if you enjoy today's episode the best way to help us is to leave the five star review wherever you listening. It really does help we also now have merchandise. Head depar- cast dot com slash merch. For more information, listen to more episodes of haunted places as well. As par casts. Other podcasts on your favorite podcast directory. On December seventh nineteen forty one. The imperial Japanese navy air service attack, the US naval base at Pearl Harbor on the Hawaiian island of a wa who the horrific events were declared by president Franklin Roosevelt as a date that will live in infamy and ushered America into World War Two. I'm bad, quiet. Sunday morning. Eight battleships were more at Ford island along with some smaller support vessels. Just before eight AM a wave of one hundred eighty three Japanese planes, flew over Pearl Harbor, dropping armor, piercing bombs and torpedoes a second wave of seventy eight Japanese planes soon, followed. The US fleet was ambushed and decimated. In addition to Pearl Harbor, the Japanese also targeted other military bases on who including nearby Hickam airfield and Scofield barracks. Now the other side of the island severely incapacitating the US military's ability to fight back. In fact, only eight American pilots were able to launch planes and mountain air response during the attacks in just under two hours, the Japanese majorly crippled, the US's Hawaiian military installation, especially the naval force nearly eighty five percent of American planes on who were destroyed or damaged Twenty-one. Naval vessels were damaged destroyed or sunken by the time the attacks ended over twenty three hundred American servicemen and civilians had perished another twelve hundred people were wounded in response to Cimber eighth. The you. US declared war on Japan. Meanwhile, at Pearl Harbor destruction and chaos reigned a huge operation was underway. Locating survivors. Ronald shoved through the crowd as sailors clogging, the maze of small rooms that made up the third deck of the battleship USS West Virginia Ron heard someone barking orders to get top side. But he wanted to check the pumps when Ron hurried into pump room a one oh nine Clifford was already. They're inspecting the pipes. Suddenly the ship jilted, Ron and Clifford exchanged worried looks and turn to run for the door. In the hallway they collided with another sailor. He told them there was a fire blocking the ladder to the second deck, the three ran back into the pump room. The lights flicker then one out making the room pitch black. Luckily, Ron nura flashlight was and carefully felt his way over to it. Suddenly the ship lurched heart listening portside Ron almost fell but caught himself on the edge of some wooden crates the flashlight went flying, he crawled across the floor feeling for it. Ron found the flashlight and switched it on. He crawled over to Clifford and the other sailor their faces mirrored the terror he felt the ship was sinking. And there was nothing that could do about it. They furiously banged on a pipe hoping rescuers. What here? The ship lurched again and began tilting back the other way Lewis the other sailor cheered. But Clifford Sambre. He now knew they had sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Once their arms grew tired. They started taking turns banging on the pipe with a wrench every fifteen minutes or so by flashlight they took inventory. There were a few tools some emergency canned rations, an eight day clock and old blanket or to a wall calendar and pencil. Luckily, the broom had a fresh water pump, but dark enhanced the sounds of the room in odd ways, even all the way across the room. Ron could hear Clifford exhale tiny puffs of air when you pronounce certain words, it changed their sense of taste to each byte of the beef stew rations tasted delicious as that Tang. The Saul helped calm their nerves. Ron did pushups he and Lewis Ramzi eager to get out. The emergency beasts to rations were getting old fast. They were confident they would be saved. And once they were free. They were going to eat to their hearts content get drunk at the bar play pooling sing Christmas carols Clifford was different. He sat quiet and motionless in the corner. Ron watched Louis. Markelle third X on the calendar when they turned on the flashlight to portion food three days, you could hardly believe it. They had been stuck here. Three whole days. They tried to cheer Clifford up. But his eyes were ceaselessly dour Clifford looked away and kept banging the wrench against the wall. They eight beats to for the ninth straight meal on forced himself to swallow the gelatinous slime he was never again going to eat it. Once he got out, the endless, single taste and Clifford's endless sadness started to get on his nerves. They were going to be rescued. They had to be. Day five the room stank of feces and urine Ron was very tired. But he couldn't sleep. It was hard to sleep with frequent banging on the pipe his ears rang. He wasn't sure. But it's breath felt shorter than before. And now as the pipe rang he thought he could hear the whispering answer of the ship to their pounding. Eight and groaned and lurch against the current almost as if the ship itself wanted them to stop, but they would be saved. Day eight the sudden circle of light from the flashlight hurt Ron size. When Lewis turned it on to check the time the clock at frozen Lewis wound the clock, then Ron turned his head away has Lewis Mark the calendar bronze is were filled with tears tried to tell himself they've been caused by the burning light at the flashlight. It was Clifford's turn to Bank ranch, but he refused they asked what was bugging him. But he could only say the ship over and over again the ship that ship. The ship Ron knew what he meant. He'd heard the groans that had turned to screams piercing their ears with each client of the wrench. He heard the ringing cries of pain echoing from the walls. The shouts that kept him up ceaselessly awake. As the wall seem to press ever inwards cold metal on their bare flesh muffled by the water that filled the halls. He knew the ship wanted them to stop to give up to die. He just didn't care. They were going to be saved. He would have stopped eating the beef stew long ago. If he didn't think they would be saved. Inhale? XL? Clippers breeding seem to get louder with every breath. Moron hated his attitude almost as much as he hated the beef stew. Ron wanted smashes stupid smelly face in. He ran his tongue around his mouth his gums felt sore his tongue huge someone shifted in the darkness. Clifford's long nails click on the door as he fumbled with the hatch locks. He muttered like he muttered for all the days before. Ron got to his feet Clifford didn't respond to anything. They said he just kept missing with the door. Louis clicked on the flashlight Ron shoved Clifford away. A punch was thrown. A hit connected. The two traded blows in the claustrophobic dark and as flesh hit flesh, a low per began to stir within the room Bush, ship was pleased. They finally begun to hit each other. They finally stopped hitting it. By the end of the fight Clifford lay in a heap. His eyes glittering feverishly, blood and tears spilling over onto his sunken. Cheeks his mouth, swollen and bleeding. He curled into the fetal position. He began to laugh high pitched ugly giggles. He chuckled about the ship killing them. Slowly, he'd rather end it and ended now Ron sat cross-legged beside Clifford and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. They all could hear the ship. They were going to make it suffer just as much as they had. Louis picked up the wrench clicked off the flashlight and started banging on the pipe. Coming up. We'll have more from the haunting aftermath of the attack on Pearl Harbor. Depression, isn't just sadness anxiety, isn't just worrying. It's okay to not be okay. Asking for help isn't a weakness. 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You'll love that's better health dot com slash haunted. And now back to the story. Battleship USS West Virginia took nine torpedo hits during the Pearl Harbor attack. She caught fire and burned for thirty hours due to her construction and the heroic self sacrificing actions of some crew members she sunk with an even keel allowing a large number of sailors to evacuate. She eventually came to rest on the muddy bottom of Pearl Harbor forty feet below the ocean surface. The initial hours of the rescue effort were Catic, but somewhere along the way rescuers realized that they were hearing rhythmic banging from the forward hull of the West Virginia. Meaning that there were survivors alive and to MD in the sunken ship. Higher ups quickly determined that a rescue attempt was out of the question. The diving technology of the day was limited and the rescue effort was already stretched thin. These men had been killed long before they realized it immediately after the attack centuries were posted to guard the shipwrecks in the harbor at night guards could clearly hear the three surviving sailors on the sunk in West Virginia banging to alert rescuers to their position. The noises stopped just before Christmas over two weeks after the attack. In the spring of nineteen forty to the US S West Virginia was raised and towed into a dry dock salvage crews began the grim work recovering the drowned from the ship to their horror. They found pump room a one oh nine completely dry. Evidence of eaten rations and a calendar. Marked off until December twenty third sixteen days after the attacks on Pearl Harbor. They also found three bodies huddled together dead from high poxy or oxygen starvation. Eighteen year old Ronald unto cont twenty year old Clifford olds and twenty one year old Louis buddy Causton. Old seadogs say that in the wee hours of December nights at Pearl Harbor. You just might hear the three trapped sailors banging away hoping for a rescue. But will never arrive. During the attack at Hickam, Air Force base, Japanese planes, strafed Hickam barracks. A multi-storey dormitory and mess hall. This attack killed one hundred eighty nine people and wounded over three hundred more the huge canteen. Located in the center of the complex was directly hit by a five hundred pound bomb killing thirty five soldiers at breakfast. Many soldiers were also killed while they slept in their bunks beginning in nineteen fifty seven. Some of the barracks were converted to administration over time. The entire complex was added onto and renovated into offices. It's currently in use as the headquarters for the Pacific air forces or pack calf for short externally, many battle scars and bullet hits from the Japanese attack have been preserved as a show of respect internally. It's been transformed into a maze of. Cubicles and offices, the pack half h q building has developed a dark reputation as terrifying events take place within its walls. Mike young the plug and the boombox he had grown tired of hearing the same big band CD played throughout the halls day in and day out his superior said the music was meant to appease, the restless spirits who still resided in the building fifty years after the attack, but for him the music ate away at his soul as he tried to finish his overtime, accounting work for the day. Mike walk down the hall whistling. Finally, he could listen to his own music. They're gonna Pearl Jam smashing pumpkins good modern rock. Mike clan. Stop the overhead fluorescent office lights were flickering their snaps and buzzes filled. The office with unsettling sound the back of his neck pre-cold as he got the distinctive sense that someone was watching him. He turned around. But all he saw were empty cubicles. Mike crack dismissals a nervous habit. He had never grown out of perhaps he could finish his work at home or even do it tomorrow. Yes. He could do it tomorrow. He packed up his things and put them in a satchel then speed walk to the vending machine in the break room. He always ended the day by purchasing kit Kat bar. He pushed the buttons glancing around as the candy fell to the dispenser. He reached in and grabbed the candy bar, but he jumped. As the back of his hand, touch, something wet and cold. He pulled out the candy and looked at his hand. His skin was covered in scarlet the dripping pooling wetness of blood. He screamed and dropped to the ground. His hand falling on the kit, Kat par. He heard a loud snap but kit, Kat bar felt hard and brittle in his poems. Trembling he pinched, the plastic and peeled at pack instead of chocolate and wafers the rapper was filled with long thin white bombs broken. And it's palm Mike jumped then rubbed his eyes. The chocolate was chocolate again. But something else soon pulled his gaze. The little green numbers on the microwave began to count up rising faster and faster with each moment. Mike shuttered as the digital numbers hit one nine four one the microwave deigned shuttle. That's it. He was getting out of here. Mike race toward the exit panting and horror with each step. He took east dared at the elevator numbers while he waited he could sense a presence behind him. But he wasn't going to look. Finally, the elevator arrived, Mike jumped in and frantically pressed the ground level button. Mike breathed a sigh of relief via elevator jerk to a halt the numbers shifting between the floors and the doors sprang open. Mike watched as deep red blood poured into the elevator doors he coward, and then cried and terror staring at bodies stacked on top of bodies some piles rising taller than himself. The scent of copper filled the air blood flooded the ground and scorching red sunlight burned through the multitude of bullet holes peppering every surface and every corpse in the room, then the gunfire Kane. The blood splattered upwards in a morbid ballet of gruesome crimson, the body shook and fell apart as they were blasted to bits Mike shut his eyes tight and cowered in the corner at the elevator the health scape swirled around him until finally the door closed. His heart racing his skin like ice. He heard a disembodied laugh reverberating throughout the walls of the elevator. He braced himself for what would happen next as he prayed to God. And hummed nirvana trying to keep his mind off the possibilities. When it arrived at the ground, Mike burst from the elevator and sprinted outside the guard in the security booth, just outside the building automatically saluted, Mike, then noticed Mike's wide agitated is his pales sweat beat it skin and creased uniform the guard asked if he'd seen Charlie Mike nodded tongue tied the guard nodded back then return to his paperwork. Odd paranormal incidents on Hickam Air Force base are attributed to a victim of the Japanese attack turned poltergeist nicknamed. Charlie Charlie likes to steal coins. Switch off lights ring alarms slam doors, and file cabinets and mess with Cox Charlie's favorite place to cause. Chaos is the old dormitory turned to pack f h q. In the days after the attack several buildings at Hickam acted as makeshift field hospitals. The barracks ended up serving as a temporary morgue more. The attack victims were piled high allegedly trained military guard dogs have disobeyed orders shied away and whimpered when forced to enter pack FAQ. Additionally, many soldiers have had brushes with Charlie. Well, most walkaway at harmed the guards prefer not to risk it and spend their shifts in a tiny on air conditioned security booth, just outside pack FAQ instead of sitting at the front desk in the air conditioned lobby inside the building. But at Pearl Harbor, even the outdoors can be home to the spirits born from that tragic night. Coming up. We'll meet more of these very spectres of Pearl Harbor scare you to sleep is chock full of by neural sound effects that won't jerky awake. Bill actually creep you'd asleep. Scare you to sleep isn't a podcast podcast. 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Thirty seven stance on Ford island at the center of Pearl Harbor, and what's the primary post for seaplanes at the time of the attack when their planes were destroyed Americans fought back from the hangar area setting up and firing machine guns at the invading Japanese after the attack some survivors temporarily lived in hangar thirty seven today. The vast forty two thousand square foot hangar houses the Pacific aviation museum. It features a rotating collection of vintage mainly World War Two aircraft preserved Pearl Harbor airplane, wreckage and movie theater for history hills. Some of the attack damage has been preserved hangar building the original bullet holes remaining as permanent scars from the vicious attack. The museum is extremely popular with tourists both the living. And the debt. Malo the head security guard shoot a large group of tourists thought the exit few employs also followed Lisa the tour guide. Kept a smile pinned to her face. And waved goodbye soon. She could go home and exchange or dress code skirt and pantyhose for comfy sweats. She stretched well Malo set the alarm and turned off the lights the museum instantly crude lonely, but dim security lights casting twisted shadows on the wall. The walkie talkie and her hip crackled to life as Milo radio to the rest of the staff at the building was finally closed. He winked at Lisa and stepped out the employee side door for a smoke break. Lisa walked down the aisle of planes toward her office. She loved the museum the history of the old fashioned aircraft. The wonder and children's is Lisa came to halt at the World War Two bomber exhibit. The mannequin pilot was no longer sitting in the p fifty one Mustang cockpit. Instead he was doing a head stand. His boots propped against the side of the plane to hold him up. This was not the first time the mannequin had moved. But everyone on staff denied that. They were moving it and the security cameras never seem to catch the perpetrator shiver skater Donner spine. Lisa tried or walkie-talkie. But it wouldn't park. She took a deep breath in then carefully. Lowered the mannequin to the floor. She'd have someone fix it in the morning. She looked around sometimes sound bounced so oddly in the hangar, she didn't know better. She'd swear someone was in the rafters. She stopped pointblank peering down the aisle in disbelief an old man in a war naval uniform sat in the darkness on a bench quietly staring up at a World War, Two Republic p forty seven thunderbolt. She hesitated for a second the intensity and the man's eyes. Was reminiscent childhoods, deepest horrors piercing an unwavering then she storm toward the Matt telling him they were no longer open. He had to leave. Now. The man kept his eyes on the plane in a sombre voice. He informed. Lisa that he used to be. It's pilot. She fumbled for her walkie talkie. But it still didn't work. The man kept talking a calm, but unsettling power to his voice. He spoke about the friends he'd lost in that first attack his survivor's guilt and the death wish that had driven him to become a fighter pilot. His voice was compelling almost hypnotic. Lisa found yourself walking the last few feet in joining him on the bench almost out of control the closer. She had gotten to him the more difficult. This man was to see she had a vague impression of gaunt wrinkled face. But it was almost as if the shadows continuously shifted to keep them in darkness. He continued to talk and Lisa found that her surroundings were shifting the museum started coming. To life planes, moving through the air walls fading into the background has her eyes were pulled back in time. Reliving the attack. Lisa duck as she saw soldiers. Wait mannequins with their pale featureless faces zigzagging trying to outrun the thunderous bullets being spat from a sheen guns on low flying Japanese bombers, but choking black smoke billowed up from the burning ships in the harbor. She cried as she witnessed the flailing mannequin splayed across the ground because the hospital overlaid with tents in the museum was overflowing with the wounded she felt the anguish of a spouse or mother as they found their missing loved one on the list of the dead. She saw the faces that went with the names on the plaques. She had pointed out a million times before she lived through the nighttime security lockdowns the rumors and paranoia of more attacks whispered throughout the island the. Fear of being trapped in this dark museum with buzzing propellers and the screams of dying mannequins. Lisa startled. Her walkie talkie was going off. Lisa looked over at the bench. The old man had disappeared. Lisa open the door from Oslo. He and the other security guards had found themselves mysteriously locked out of the building. She made security turn on all the lights, but the man had banished. She didn't believe it when Milo told her it was after ten pm it had felt like fifteen minutes, but she had spent more than three hours talking to the veteran on the bench. No one else had seen the them. Lisa continued to insist that he was real. But when they reviewed the security footage. She was alone in the Pence nodding and talking to someone only she could see. In addition to still being an active naval base, Pearl Harbor contains several memorials and museums celebrating the US military. The most famous of these is the USS Arizona memorial constructed in one thousand nine hundred sixty to the USS. Arizona memorial consists of us stunning white building built perpendicular over the vessel wreck in Pearl Harbor visitors. Take a ferry across the water to access the edifice. Morial is meant to resemble a bridge and is composed of three rooms the entryway vestibule for visitors to prepare for reflection. The assembly hall has seven floor to ceiling windows, referring to December seventh the date of the attack. There's also of viewing window cut in the floor where visitors can see down to the ship in total throughout the hall. There are twenty one windows any turn twenty one gun salute. From its very construction. The Arizona was considered unlucky because she was christened with water and not wine in nineteen forty one. The Zona had twice collided with other ships in the US fleet. In fact, the Zona was only still stationed in Pearl Harbor because she collided with the USS Oklahoma on October twenty second nineteen forty one. Enter schedule was altered to accommodate the collision repairs the day before the attack on December sixth the Zona prepared for a trip by taking on a full load of fuel approximately one point five million gallons of oil. During the Pearl Harbor tack a bomb penetrated the battleship's armor deck and hit them Unisys storage causing the ship to detonate. What was left of the burning ship sank in ten minutes with most of its sailors still on board one thousand one hundred and two servicemen died on the Zona the highest death toll out of any ship building or hanger attack that day, the shrine room in the memorial houses, a marble wall, which lists the names of those who perished on the ship. Many of the victims are still on board. The sunken wreck their final resting place after the attack. It was estimated that nearly half of the one point five million gallon fuel load was still aboard the back beneath them memorial. The record the Zona continues to leak oil over seventy. Five years later up to nine quarts day, a rusty giant with an open wound on the sole of America for ever bleeding. Over the years. Legends have surfaced about the memorial one. Well known story is that it's haunted by a sad. Regretful ghost allegedly in Arizona officer on lookout duty on the morning of the attack became distracted and briefly left his post while he was gone the Japanese attacked riddled with guilt. His ghost is forever tied to the ship. Tourists have snap. Some interesting pictures of the underwater wreck seeming to show a face peering through a hole in the ship and still a few have had bitter. Sweet yet comforting supernatural experiences at the memorial seeing the smiling faces of their lost loved ones form in the oil has it spills into the ocean. Surviving crew members of the USS Arizona can choose to have their remains placed on the battleship and be buried at sea. When they die spending turn ity with their crewmates. It's been over seventy five years since the devastating Japanese attack on the US military bases on a who. Who today the island is a popular tourist destination and operating military base yet the tumultuous events of December seventh nineteen forty one continue to reverberate in supernatural ways. Pearl Harbor continues to be defined by the dead as much as it is by the living. Thanks again for tuning into haunted places. We'll be back next Thursday with a new episode. You can find more episodes of haunted places as well. As all par casts. Other podcasts on apple podcasts. Spotify Stitcher, Google play or your favorite podcast directory. Several of you of asked how to help us if you enjoy the show the best way to help is to leave a five star review. And don't forget to follow us on Facebook and Instagram at park cast and Twitter at par cast network. We'll see you next time. Haunted. Places was created by max Cutler, it's a production of Cutler media and is part of the park cast network. It's produced by max and Ron Cutler sound design by Kenny Hobbs with production assistance by Ron Shapiro. Paul. Molitor, Maggie admire and Carly Madden. Haunted places written by Candice Rogers. I'm Greg Poulsen.
Haunted Places Rewind: Island of the Dolls
"Welcome back to podcast rewind. That's when we play a classic episode of haunted places that you might have missed now. Who Doesn't love a good story about mutilated dolls? Well if you do you've come to the right place. Today's episode is about the island of the dolls located in the channels south of Mexico City. I believe this is I sixth episode ever premiering way back on December fourteenth two thousand seventeen. It holds a soft spot in my heart. Well because it really delivers the spook factor it features drown girl an unwavering spirit and dolls lots of creepy dolls. What more could you ask for? You can find more classic episodes by searching within the haunted places feed. I hope you enjoy this. Podcast rewind. The grandmother told us to stay away. We snuck down to the canal again. It's our favorite place to play. I like to tease the little fish. That swim in the Muddy Shallows. Adela likes to weave reads to make a crown and pretend that she's a princess. Sometimes we wrote to the island. Adela always stares down into the water like she's looking for something. Grandmother does not like the river. It's curse. She says evil then she scolds me for leading my little sister. Danger Grandmother tells stories. While we make tortillas sometimes she talks about her ancestors who built a huge city on lake hundreds of years ago other times she tries to frighten us with sales of spirits who live in the water. These stories don't scare me. They aren't true that Adela believes every single word. She likes grandmother's stories about mermaids. The best grim says that sometimes the mermaids choose a special person someone with the blood of the ancient Aztecs to join them. Adele asks if we have Aztec blood running through our veins but grandmother does not answer she hugs us makes us promise to never go near the river at night sometimes available sit on the shore and stare out at the water. What I asked her what she's doing. She says that she's listening. She can hear our ancestors whispering in the wind. It's a secret. She makes me promise not to. Tell Grandmother. I listen. I hear nothing odd little sister. Yesterday Papa came home from the city. He worked there and we had not seen him in a long time. He brought presence. I got a soccer ball. Adela got a doll named it Sierra after mermaids she loans a dylan is skipped rocks across the water is. She's getting better but she's not as good as me. I got a rock skip seven times before it sank but delic claim to see something big in the deep water. But I didn't see anything. We ran home in time for dinner when we went to bed. Adela couldn't find sid ENA somewhere on the way home. She had lost her Adela started to cry. She thought that pop it was going to be angry. I hugged her promising that we would sneak out early in the morning to go look for her dog. It was still dark when we tiptoed out of the house. We walked along the shore with a torch looking for sitting. I thought I saw something floating in the middle of the river but it was hard to tell as we rode out to see what it was a Dallas said. She heard singing. She asked me if I heard it but I didn't the ruble scraped against something. I cursed words. That grandmother watches my mouth for. I thought we had hit a sandbar. Tried to roll my or but it was stuck in the mud. Adela leaned over the edge of the boat staring down into the water. I looked down a big black shadow. Swim next to us. Something grabbed my own. It yanked but I wouldn't let go. I yelled for help me. What she didn't move. She was still staring down into the water. I yelled at her again. She got to her feet. Suddenly I could hear it to the to singing. The Distance Adela had a strange look in her eyes. She said she was a princess. And the MERMAIDS here for before I could stop her. She jumped straight into the river. I screamed but Adela disappeared into the blackwater with hardly a ripple whatever was holding onto my order finally let go welcome to haunted places. I'm Greg Olsen every other Thursday I take you to the scariest aerialist most haunted real places on earth this week me on a supernatural journey to the sinister island of the dolls to this day. It's haunted if you can't get enough haunted places. Don't forget to subscribe. You can find us on your favorite podcast directory as well as on facebook and Instagram. At podcast and on twitter at Park Network. If you like what you hear please leave a five star review wherever you're listening. Allegedly since the time of the conquistadors people have used the XOCHIMILCO canals to dump bodies and hide their misdeeds once vast region of waterways connected the settlements of the Mexico Valley. This canal system was built by the indigenous tribes in the Pre Hispanic period mainly for transportation and agriculture in the sixteenth century. The Spanish built Mexico City on the ruins of the concord as to Capitol tenants T- filling in many of the waterways today only a sliver of the former channels remains sadly. The canals are in declined pollution and dropping water table. This mainly rural area was declared a world heritage site by UNESCO in Nineteen eighty-seven upon the declaration Mexico rehabilitated the canals ultimately making them more accessible tourists began making the hour long trip from central Mexico City to enjoy the scenic canals aside for being famous for its unique flora and fauna the Xochimilco. Canals have a long spooky history. Legend has it that the waters are haunted by evil spirits. The ghosts of the murder who wished to exact vengeance on the living some claim the ghost went to steal your body while others claim that they're only interested in stealing your soul other legends. Say That living in the dark waters of the canals are mermaids Gould. Try to lure humans to a watery grave there also rumors of river monsters perhaps enormous snakes who dragged people down into the depths dotting. The canals are man-made Islands Culkeen boss or floating gardens originally created for growing crops the spookiest and most famous Janata of the so Cumulus Cook. Canals is the island of the dolls located deep in the canals. Just a few hours away from the mainland by Rowboat. Hundreds of dolls decorate a small wooded island. The island of the dolls was discovered in late. Nineteen eighty s early nineteen nineties by the outside world from then on. Tourists slowly started to regularly trickle in previously. It was just a small island avoided by the locals. Were crazy hermit lived. The island of the dolls is the stuff of nightmares as you. Walk the woods of the island. The doll seem to stare at you. They're nailed to trees dangling from branches. Summers strung up on clothes line and swing desolate in the wind. Many of dolls are incomplete mutilated missing limbs or an eye. Some are decapitated. Opole of unease seems to all over the place. You Walk Silently as possible. You feel the need to be quiet. Left exposed to the elements the dolls of started to deteriorate. Cheerful painted faces have distorted in the rain fabric bodies our splotch with mold spores plastic heads are melted and reshaping due to the hot sun. Beating down insects have taken up residence in some doll's hair is matted and festooned with spider webs all are coded in layers of dirt the entire time. You're on the island the hair on your neck pickles. You feel like you're being watched the hundreds of dolls looking much like taxidermy. Babies have created a macabre atmosphere on the island. Who would do such a thing? And why for that answer? We TURN TO THE ISLANDS CARETAKER. The reclusive donahue. Leon Santana Bet Anna soon after coming to these small uninhabited island in the nineteen fifties. Don Julio had an experience that changed the course of his life and the island forever even before he came to the Xochimilco canals. Don Julio was a mysterious figure some say he was a radical Christian preacher who has run out of Mexico City others say that after becoming the loser and a bitter love triangle. He shows to leave the city soon. After Don Julio built on the island in the early nineteen fifty s. He saw young girl drowning. Unfortunately he was unable to save her some saying the girl had already drowned. And Don Julio Merely found her body drifting in the water near resigned either. Way Don Julio was deeply affected he began hearing mysterious noises on the island with Spurs crying. Not long after the incident of the drowned girl. Don Julio founded dolls floating in the river assuming that the doll belong to the dead girl who don Julio and fished it out of the water wishing to honor her spirit. He hung the dollar tree. This is how Don Julio Jones Fifty Europe session began. He couldn't sleep tossed and turned the quiet or the island made Donahue Leeann uneasy. He was used to the noise of the city when he closed his eyes. He saw her the girl her black Harris world around her. She drifted in the shallows bloated her glassy eyes accusing Don. Only on sorry he thought I'm so sorry I couldn't save you. Don Hooley turned over again. It was pitch black on the island no lights and no other humans for miles. He wondered if he should go back to the city and lose himself in the crowds. The islands seemed unfriendly. Like it didn't want him there. Don Julio woke up early the next morning still tired is is gritty. His dreams had been troubling. He huddled by Campfire and drank strong. Black coffee the tropical heat may digging hard as dont. Julia worked to clear plot of land for crops his shoulder muscles eight but he felt a sense of pride when he stopped to lean on shovel in survey the small patch of turnover earth. That's what he noticed that the birds had quit singing. In fact the entire forest had gone silent. A cold trickle of sweat ran down the backup down Julio's there. He saw a flash of clothing among the trees. Someone was coming towards him. Don Hulan dropped his shovel and ran mindlessly for the shore done holy leapt into his rowboat and hold hard rolling away from the island. He peered back at the shore expecting the drowned girl to come floating out of the woods. A small place in the back of his head mocked him for being so silly for being less than a man but he could explain the whaling he heard the feeling of being watched finally Don Houlihan calmed down. He was clearly alone in a row boat in the middle of a bright sunlit river tomorrow he would gather sting since the island. Hopefully the ghost of the little girl would leave him alone then. His stomach rumbled and he realized that he was hungry. Don Julio on cast his line into the water hoping to catch some fish for late lunch he felt in his pocket and found his cigarettes and matches. He lit a lean back getting comfortable. At first he thought it was a trick of the light. Don Julio shaded his eyes to see better no he thought. Something unusual was floating in the water. Curiosity outweighed Don Leon's sphere. He stripped off his clothes in swam out to retrieve the object. It was a doll cute. It had staring painted is Chubby Cheeks. And MAW STUCK IN ITS SODDEN. Curly hair back in the ROWBOAT DONAHUE. Leon carefully dried the Dow off with a cert. He wondered if it belongs to the ghost girl. Maybe that was why she'd been wailing. Don Julio studied the dollars he cooked and ate his launch. It's set propped up against a stone across from him looking solemn. If the ghost girl was crying for loss doll how could he give it back to her? Don Julio drove a nail into a tree and hung the doll on it though he did not prey much. He decided to pray for the soul of the girl over the next few days. Don Julio continued to plant crops at night he lay awake straining to hear wailing or any other sound but the island silent when he finally fell asleep hit nightmares mermaids called to him from the river things chased him through the woods. Don Julio and always woke up just before they got him each time he passed the doll. He nodded or said a quick prayer. He found the island to be lonely and relish seeing another face even if it was only painted on Don Julio imagined. The little girl was pleased that he would treat her doll with such deference one morning done who? Leon woke up underground in front of the doll. He panicked realizing that he had sleep. Walked the dolls. Painted eyes stared at him. He heard her voice in his head telling him that she would keep him safe from the bad spirits that haunted his dreams that she would protect him they would not steal his soul but he must obey. He needed to go to the trash heap and find another forsaken doll. Don Julio and hung the second all on a tree across from the first of all she was missing a leg. The curly haired doll was pleased to have a new friend done. Houlihan rarely went to town after that. The people in the market made them nervous. The gossiped behind his back sing that he was crazy for collecting dolls. Don Julia knew he was not crazy. The dolls tilted many secrets and protected him from the evil spirits that lurked in the canal. They were his children after years. Done hooligans back ached constantly. It was hard for him to scavenge at the dump like used to but then tourists started coming to his island and bringing him dolls. He probably showed off his children to the visitors. Each doll what's precious depending on who you ask the dolls protected. Don Julio and from the spirit of the drowned girl and other evil spirits who sought to lure Don Julia to a watery grave others claim that Don Hulan sought to appease the bad spirits. The dolls were vessels for the spirits to live for all we know those evil spirits live inside the dolls to this day hiding behind their painted smiles waiting for a chance to strike. A story will continue in a moment after a brief message podcast listeners. We realized that there are a lot of park has shows to choose from each day and sometimes not enough time to sort through them. All in our new feed park has daily. We filtered through all of your favorite podcast series to highlight the most timely and relevant episode premiering. Each day every Monday through Friday. Discover a new and captivating episode curated specifically for you. That's one new episode from our slate of content handpicked with you in mind. Time is precious. And we've got you covered. Follow podcast daily free on spotify or every. Get Your podcasts. You can check out more podcast shows and a full library of episodes in spotify by searching for podcast in the spotify search bar or by going to spotify dot com slash podcast now. The story continues. A Don Julio lived on the island for fifty years constantly adding to its collection of dolls some he rescued from the dump others. He traded cops for it the market. He hung the dolls on trees and strung them on wire in his hunting the woods. He kept his most beloved dolls building altars for them. He made little sunglasses in tiny accessories for them over time. The island took on a foreboding or on it began to look like a demented wonderland for twisted children. Though we didn't intend it. Don Julio and his island became a sensation since the early nineteen nineties tourists have come to Sochi Milko to visit the island of the dolls over the years. More and more visitors from all over the world have come spurred on by pictures. They've seen online during the nineteen nineties. Don Julio who was now quite elderly took tourist interest in stride. He showed visitors around the island and charged a small fee to take pictures with them. Many tourist brought coins and flowers or trinkets for dolls. Other tourists even brought their own dolls to leave on the island. Some visitors specifically came to the island of the dolls to make offerings Donahue liens. Favorite DOLL KNOWN AS LA. Munich found on August. Twenty eighth Saint Augustine Sta- She's considered miraculous and has been asked for wishes by visitors in two thousand one. Don Julio was found dead in the river at the exact spot where he said to a found the drowned girl fifty years previously despite rumors that the evil spirits had finally come for him the elderly. Don Julio Jones official cause of death was heart failure now the Don Julio and has passed. His nephew shows tourists around the island. Here's a story about one. Tourists visit to the island. Mexico City is smoggy chaotic traffic congested. It's a relief when the train arrived. Xochimilco you wander through. The open. Air Market charmed taking pictures. This is why you gave your office job to e got living as a freelance travel blogger. Someday you'll worry about your anemic 401k. But not today while. The Sun shines brightly and the giggling children follow. You hoping you'll give them American candy. An old woman wearing charm bracelets grabs your arm and whispers at you. You brush pasture in every country. There's always some fake fortune teller. Who claims to know the wildest dreams of Your Life? You check your backpack to make sure. She didn't have sticky fingers you. Spanish isn't the greatest but you manage to interpret some of her words they are alive. You buy a case of the stuff to a squash blossoms from a grinning woman. Also buy some Paul K but this hour Aztec liquor makes your head spin and so you switch to cola issuing the colorful train. Atta a Gondola. Like boat. Which has a Mariachi band playing? You hire a young man with a motorboat. You aren't in a partying mood and you're eager to get to this island. You've heard so much about. The young man proves to be a great guide. He speaks English pretty well. As you travel down the river he tells you about the history of the canals. His family has lived here for hundreds of years. In fact he claims to be able to trace its heritage back to the aspects. You take it all in the hot green smell of the lush vegetation the birds the desolate ancient canals. The deep boob of a drum suddenly roles across the water. The guide claims that this is the drama of ancestral warning. The living morning the living about what you ask the guide shrugs he doesn't know a chill down your spine as you get your first. Look at the island of Dolls. Strung between trees like deranged. Christmas Carlin's are dolls. All sizes of doll tiny ones made for cuddling and larger toddler. Size to with movable limbs sun faded flaking melting plastic flesh. Spiderweb matted hair vacant painted is dolls creeped out but delighted you. Snap Away with your camera your guide pulls up to the dock. He will not set foot me island because of the evil spirits but he will pick you up an hour before sunset do not be late. He warns he will not wait. Bad things happen in the dark says the guy has he crosses himself you. Roll Your Eyes but thank you wander taking trying to capture the aura of the dread that permeates the island the aunts that crawl across the fixed. Plastic is the larva that wiggle from between Rosebud Lips. The black mold creeping up dirty fabric flesh. What creeps out. The most is the altar disembodied doll heads stapled to a tree a half circle of Mason jars of ringing the trunk pickled Corn Mushrooms and murky liquid offered up as a sacrifice. To whom what ancestral drum snap you out of your reverie you look around and notice that the shadows are beginning to lengthen. You check your phone. But the batteries dead squinting at the sun you figure you have just enough time to visit the Hermit's hut before hiking. Back to the DOC. You get a little loss while hiking through the woods. You're sure you've gone in circles. Before you finally spot the hut in the clearing this is where Don Julio on the hermit or the island lived and kept his favorite dolls. It smells inside the stuffy hut like sweat in fear and sickly sweet incense dolls are everywhere strung up on wires hanging across the ceiling piled in corners these dolls fare better than their outside counterparts but most still have mildew creeping up their torsos. You happily snap away. They're going to be some fantastic shots for your instagram. The sound is allowed. Almost like someone's drumming right outside the hut you jump dropping your camera. Luckily it's not a strap around your neck one more good shot and then you're leaving. You quickly look around the room. Your Eyes Fall on a dull stapled to the wall. The Dow wears a Grimy Pink Bunny Onc- with long rabbit ears sprouting out of the hood. The Dow has a limp felt carrot in one hand and streaks of dirt are smeared across its freckled cheeks. Two front teeth are bared in a grotesque grin. It's long lashed. Eyes are closed. This is it. Your pick of this doll is going to go viral. It'll bring in a ton of new fans for you travel blog. You look at the doll through the camera's viewfinder and you frown when you realize that you need you flash. It's getting dark. That's Okay. You know the path now and you can quickly jog all the way back to the dock and catch your boat. Just one more shot you decide to make it a Selfie ancestoral. Drums are absolutely deafening. You're focused on the shot. You're about to take you stoop and position yourself in front of the dolls. So it's just over your right shoulder you stretch out your arm and smile for the camera as you take the picture sense movement behind your head you hear you run. You run as fast as you can. Heart pounding flung straining you run Bush's territory. Close Andbranch Snag. Your hair. The dolls and the trees seem to whisper. You run and you don't look back. Your guide is leaving as you reach the shore. You take a running leap. Make it a motorboat all the way back to the mainland silent. Your guy doesn't WanNa seem to talk. Either you go to a Cantina near your hostile though. You're glad to be around people. You sit at a table in the corner loans after joking down a couple of cold beers and a greasy Taco. You finally looked through the pictures you took today. Cold Sweat trickles down your spine as you click through the frightening pictures. You took at the island of the dolls. You finally get to the last shot. The selfie of you in the ponytail. Solis blue orbs glare from a malevolent face. Over your left shoulder. The dolls hands are blurry reaching out to your neck. Some tourists claim to have heard chanting wailing or even dolls laughing during their visit to the island of the dolls. Others felt like they were being watched while they're on the island like the dolls dared them down a few say that they've seen the dolls and move on their own turning their heads or twisting the lamps others claim to have heard mysterious. Thunder are drums which has been interpreted as the drumming of ancestors whether the drumming is a threat or warning is left up to the listener. No tourist has ever captured a down moving in a picture or video to our knowledge that is locals. Call The island cursed and say that the dolls are possessed by evil spirits. They warn against visiting the island. No good can come of it. They say the dolls come alive at night. Some locals believed that the spirit the drowned girl still roams the island and the spirit of Don. Julio has now joined her. What is so fascinating about this sinister island? Why does it resonate with people from all over the world dolls have been around for Millennia dolls? Thousands of years old have been unearthed in archaeological digs dolls. Cross cultures and social classes. Dolls are meant to mimic us. They're miniature versions of humans often. Use Imagination play. Maybe that's what makes dolls so disturbing. They have creepy almost lifelike faces. They're like us but they're not us from birth. Humans learn to read and react to emotions in the faces of other humans dolls have a single fixed emotion then either respond to nor give off cues ultimately that can make humans uneasy even when dolls have a happy expression. It's still easy for us to project emotions onto them. Popular Culture has tapped into these fears and even exploited them. Creepy sometimes. Allegedly haunted dolls are big business on Ebay. And who can forget Chucky red-headed smart mouthed and possessed by a serial killer or murderous talky Tina of the twilight cellophane or even Annabel Star of the popular conjuring series Antique Porcelain Doll. Who Brings Death to all who own her? We'll return to our story in just a moment and now back to haunted places We end with one of the most well known Mexican folk legends lion or the weeping woman. Allegedly this was supposed to have taken place at the canals of XOCHIMILCO. Once again he's stumbled home full of booze. Stinking cheap perf you. He's cheating on me me. Who was the prettiest girl in town when we led me? Who could have had her pick of all the men but stupidly chose to marry for love love. What is love when you're soft? Hands grow rough from the washing. What is love when you're once smooth skin wrinkles over worries about money? I have done everything I cooked and cleaned and kept house. I have stretched our budget when he would drink our money away. I went to the priest. He said patience my child and merely prayed for me. I came home to find that my husband had found that peso's I had managed to hide and bought her a trinket in the marketplace. I purchased a love charm from the peculiar. I held by head high though the other women in the tongue whispered behind my back. She is not so proud now. They say the love charm didn't work. My husband still went out. What can I do like parents will be shamed returned home many nights? I beg him to stay stay home with his family when his home is such a good papa. After dinner the children sit in his lap. He tells me Gallon Garcia stories about princesses cities of gold and magic talking animals. You should see how the children's eyes shine tonight again. He stumbled home drunk ice cream that he was ripping our family apart. He called me a Nag. Said he was leaving me. She was younger kinder prettier. She did not yell he would take my children and go to her. He collapsed on the bed in a sweaty drunken heap from experience. I knew he would sleep late until the next day. Heart hurt at a pulled. The cover over him he stirred said on even now his last thought before sleep was per he used to whisper mind name like that. I washed my face to come now. I studied my reflection in the mirror. The years had taken their toll. His words were like burning daggers to my heart younger prettier kinder. She would play mother to my children. No I would not allow that to happen. They were mine my children. Suddenly I knew what I had to do. I scooped up Cossio affirmative crib and shook me. Gal Awake I told him I had a surprise and we must be quiet tiptoed out of the house. The Moonlight was bright as we hurried across the plaza. We walk through the street and down to the canal. Miguel looked up at me was sleepy. Dark is so like his father's Mama. Where are we going to heaven? I said I lifted Graziella for my shoulder and flung out into the river. I grabbed me gail and held him under he twisted. He kicked me in the mouth and I tasted blood eventually. He quit struggling and sank into the blackwater. Graciela didn't even wake before. The river claimed her they were my children and he would not take them away from me. The water was smooth instill now by looked at my reflection. I look crazy. Tangled hair. Blood dripped from my cutlip. My eyes were wild younger prettier. Kinder she would have him but she would not have my children but I would not have my children either. Oh God what if I done to my knees in the mud? What have I done the cross yellow? Who followed her older brother everywhere? Like meagerly depot. What have I done? I walked into the canal. The water lapping at my ankles. My poor babies I paddled into the deep. Let my heavy skirt drag me down. The water closed over my head. Cold didn't murky. I strained against my instinct to fight and open my mouth. The water rushed down my throat. I welcomed the burn in my lawns. My last thought. Let's have graciela sucking her thumb. Then Macgill's gap tooth grid is. I was pulled down into the dark sometime later. I awoke on the shore. I painfully got to my feet. How is it possible that I survived? I wanted to die. Be Reunited with my little ones. It was foggy but there was a golden light in the distance. I walked towards it as I got closer. I saw that it was a shining gate. Was this heaven. Would I see my sweet baby again? Suddenly a man in white holding Golden Spear and shield blocked my path. His face was like stone and flames burned in his eyes. Though his lips moved his voice spoke in my head. Where are your children he asked? I began to cry. Not Knowing how to confess the evil thing I did. You shall not pass until you come with. Your children says the man the man and the shining gate suddenly faded away and I was left alone in the mist. I searched and I searched but I could not find my poor children exhausted. I sat at the shore and wept. Bitter tears trickle down my face. Suddenly the laughter of children caught my attention further down the shore children's splashed in the shallows. Maybe any child would suffice to get into heaven any drowning child. I could claim as my own lie. Your own AH is said to have one foot in the spirit world and one foot in the living world. She remains trapped forced to wander until she can bring her children to the gates of Heaven. She appears on foggy nights near Lakes rivers. Those who hear her. Whales are said to experience misfortune in some versions of the legend lawyer Donut kidnaps wandering children. She asks for forgiveness and then drowns the children to take the place of her own Mexican. Parents have famously used lie. Yona to warn their children from going out after dark they worry that their children will suffer the same fate as the little girl. Don Julio found the mysterious canals of Sochi milk oh the last vestige of proud empires long conquered evil spirits and mermaids lurk in her muddy waters home to a haunted island that memorialize is a man's lifetime obsession the island of the dolls it repels and yet fascinates tapping into our deepest fear about what it means to be human. Do the eyes of the dolls follow visitors as they walk around the island. Do the dolls come alive at night to talk to each other. Are they possessed by evil spirits or our visitors simply falling prey to long buried secret fears from their childhoods? Does the favored La Monja really grant wishes the only way to find out? It's to visit and see if she likes you're offering Thanks for listening to haunted places. Don't forget to subscribe to haunted places on Apple podcasts tune in Google. 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"Twilight tour of Newstead abbey excited, tourist lineup to check in you. Quietly contemplate the medieval mansion. It's massive a forboding stone building that manages to be elegant despite its hodgepodge, architecture of gothic, baroque and renaissance styles swirling fog, hang slow shrouding the first floor. The tour guide begins to recount to the history of the app as you step inside a chill rolls, down your spine. Someone watching you look back over the guards, but there is nothing except for. Elegant rooms, thick colorful pattern drugs, rich wooden paneling, paintings of nobility, arches, and gleaming gold sconces beautiful echoes of times past. But with each room, your unease grows. Your body begins to feel off light and heavy at the same time, sorrow hangs in the air here, and you're weighed down by a sense of doom. Your heart beats faster and faster. You lead the tour and stumble outside for some fresh air. You wander through the maze of the Spanish guard, trying to make sense of the strange feeling coursing through your body. At the end of the row, blocking the maze stance, a monk it black cassock and cloak. His face is hidden by heavy hood. He holds up a hand and crooks pale forefinger in your direction. Your transfixed. Your body is so heavy in languished. It feels like each movement takes an incredible effort. You think in your mind that you're stuck here, glued forever to this place, but your feet are moving slowly compulsively. You walked toward the monk. Welcome to haunted places. I'm Greg Paulson every Thursday. I take you to the scariest Aereas most haunted real places on earth this week. Join me on a supernatural journey to the mysterious Newstead abbey Nottinghamshire, UK and discover why to this day. It's on it. Listen to more episodes of haunted places as well as park casts other podcasts. On your favorite podcast directory. We're also on Facebook and Instagram at par cast on Twitter at podcast network and at par cast dot com. Many of you have asked how you can support haunted places. If you enjoy the show, the best way to support us is to leave a five star review where ever he listening. At the end of a mile long drive through the verdant park land sprawls the grand haunting and melancholy Newstead abbey situated in the eastern Midland's of the UK Newstead abbey has graced the Nottinghamshire county skyline for over eight hundred years. Originally, the abbey was built as an Augustinian priory sometime around eleven sixty five. The monks that resided there were known as black canons on a counter, their black cassocks which were worn with white surpluses and hooded black cloaks for nearly four hundred years. The monks of Newstead served God and supported their local community studying medicine and offering comfort to the poor Newstead abbey was well known for providing respite to passing crusaders and pilgrims. But then king Henry the eighth had a problem though already married, he wanted to marry Ambuhl Lynn, the pope refused to grant Henry divorce in fifteen thirty. Three Henry split from the Catholic church declared himself the head of the church of England and Mary Dan, spiritual leaders protested and in retaliation. King Henry said about dissolving religious communities. There wasn't much time brother, John quickly, wrapped development cloth and put it into his pack. God willing. He'd finished the manuscript someday brother Thomas called for help from the church when John and a few other monks rushed in Thomas pointed at the heavy brass lectern shaped like an eagle, they would not allow the soldiers to steal it. It took the combined strength, brothers, John Eustis, and Thomas to free to lectern from its moorings. They carried it outside across the garden and heaved it into the lake. The monks retargeting bundles of food from the storehouse to a crowd of beggars. When they heard horses, thundering up the road shouting soldiers on horseback crashed into the crowd with their brandish swords held aloft as a glimmering threat to anyone who dared challenge them. The beggars scattered terror, a toddler, got separated from his mother and stood waiting with path of charging soldier as the child was trampled. His muted cries or drowned in a cacophony of screams. The monks ran inside the abbey. John glanced back spotting Thomas crouched in the dust over the bleeding child, John shouted for him to come. But it's friend did not respond. John's last glimpse of Thomas was him cradling the dead child to his chest boldly facing the soldiers. John turned away as the edge of a sword flashed in the afternoon, sunlight. The monks ran through the abbey until they reached a trap door and. One by one quickly drop down into the darkness. The rich center Vert Phil Johns nostrils as he landed awkwardly the tunnel twisting his ankle, the last month, yanked rug over the secret doors best. He could trying to hide their escape route, crouching low to fit the tight passageway. The monks crept forward in the darkness overhead. They could hear the soldiers plundering the house of God. John wondered how long they been in the tunnel. Surely they'd left the abbey hours ago is back eight from his hunched over walking position. He could just make out the shape of the monk in front of him. Their shapes were dark bent over defeat their feet shuffled in such a way that they looked as though they were floating. Sweat or tears. Stung John's is he wasn't sure which he kept replaying the last moment of Thomas's life in his mind, the righteous rage and Thomas is the crimson staining of the Lynch child's tunic, the sharp glitter of the sword. Why would God take Thomas? He was the best of them. Never faltering in his faith. The dirt under their feet had turned to mud with every step. It's squelched through John's toes. He shuttered, but tunnel stretched before them black and endless. One of the other monks softly prayed. John's mouth was dry. His tongue felt thick and swollen, but it didn't matter. He wondered if God was even listening to their prayers. In the darkness, there was only the blood of the child, the screams of beggars. The last image, but his defiant friend, he could not escape them. Here. He could not think of anything else. The sights, the sounds of the massacre they would consume him in this terrible place. Just when John thought he'd go mad, they came to the end of the tunnel of few months, please together to hoist used to sop. So he could reach the trap door. Eustis was able to open it and swing himself up into the barn. The other monks quickly helped each other out of the tunnel. They lay on, but dusty floor of the barn savoring, the fresh air God be praised, they receive, they could wait until night and then slip away under the cover of dark. The monk strain, their ears listening. They could come out now the monks crept to the door and pushed it, but it wouldn't budge. They pushed harder and the door opened a few inches enough to see the line of soldiers waiting outside basis ILD with patience and determination. The monks let the door shut, what should they do? They couldn't go back to the abbey. They would have to wait the soldiers out. Suddenly the barn door was wrenched open. And smoldering tar soaked rags were thrown in. Hey, burst into flames, sending up thick black smoke. John tried to force open the door. It had been barricaded, shut used to semi others, try to stamp up burning, hey, but only got cinched feet for their opinions. A mound of smoldering, hey, fell blocking the trap door to time. Within seconds. The whole barn was ablaze, John skinny tightened his chest hurt. It was getting hard to breathe. Understanding that death was near he knelt and began to pray. Slowly. The other monks quit begging at the door and joint it as their skin blistered lung sear from hot smoke. The monks of Newstead Abby Nelson a circle and prayed their final thoughts focused on God as they met a fiery end. Legend has it that seven monks escaped the soldiers pillaging Newstead abbey. They crept through an underground tunnel that led to a barn a few miles away in Mansfield village. Sadly, the monks were betrayed. The barn was set alight and the monks burned to death. In the late seventeen hundreds new steps lake was dredged, and the brass eagle lectern was discovered the lectern currently graces the Southwell minster cathedral near the abbey. There are whispers of treasures hidden by the black canons. A well known, ghostly presence at the abbey is a gloomy silent monk. This black friar roams the woods and gardens instead his face hidden deep within the hood of the black cloak. He wears over his Kasich. He appears and vanishes that will. Could it be brave, brother, Thomas, watching over his former home or maybe a remorseful brother, John doomed to roam the earth anguished over his lack of faith. Many have found the spectral monks presence for boating mode. There are no accounts of him harming the living yet. We'll have more on the monks of new stabby after the break. I have some exciting news for you starting. Now you can listen to haunted places episodes that are older than six months completely ad free exclusively on Stitcher premium. We're always looking for ways to improve the listener experience. We've found an amazing partner in Stitcher to bring you episodes ad free, six months after they released. Again, this will only affect episodes that are older than six months. Nothing else will change. We'll still be releasing new haunted places episodes wherever he listened to podcasts for free month trial go to Stitcher premium dot com slash podcast and use promo code podcast that Stitcher premium dot com slash podcast and use promo code podcast. And now back to the story. Not long after Newstead abbey was dissolved king Henry sold the property just Sir John Byron on the condition that he remove all evidence of their religious community, sir, Byron obliged demolished the church portion of the abbey but retained a stabilizing wall. Thus creating the stunning arch to nowhere on the western right wing of the house that still stands to this day. The stone harvested from the destroyed. Church was used to build other rooms onto the abbey over time. The Byron family added to the building, eventually creating a multi-storey mansion constructed around us central courtyard the upkeep and additions to the abbey waxed and waned. According to the Byron family fortunes in seventeen thirty three, William Byron, fifth, baron, Byron, fraught stale inherited the property. He was known. As the wicked Lord for his violent temper and extravagant spending. William Florida duel with his cousin over a petty argument and stabbed him in the stomach murdering him because of his noble lineage, William manage to beat the court case and only had to pay a small fine. However, the incident caused a scandal and to escape the public eye, William retired to the countryside and took up residence at Newstead abbey at the abbey William felt isolated cut off from society. He terrorized a servants and abused his wife who eventually left him as the years passed. William Byron grew increasingly eccentric and paranoid. He rarely left the abbey in when he did. He traveled under an assumed name. William staged elaborate mock naval battles on the lake and held orgies in the folly. His existence became more and more surreal. He trusted no one has delusions ran rampant. Eventually, he came to fear for his very life. William had arranged for some timber to be cut down. He stood buying satisfaction watching the trees fall. He needed the money from the lumber. Sure, but it was more than that, William didn't want as miserable curve, a son, inheriting valuable would. The lumbering upset a flock of rooks. They took to the sky angrily calling, nasty things annoyed by their shrill cries William order, the gamekeeper to shoot them the gamekeeper. We've used mumbling about how rooks where the soul of the abbey and it was bad luck to harm them, William dismissed him on the spot and went hunting for the beasts himself. He shot several birds enough to momentarily silence their incessant. 'cause rooks weren't particularly good eating, but he had his cook, prepare them anyway. Dinner. He happily dug into the rook pie. Eating one's enemy was such delicious, revenge. The birds he did not shoot. However, we're onto him. William was having a picnic by the lake. When a single rook flew over it opened its beak and drop something. Williams shrieked when the eyeball fell into his lap, he shuttered disgust and flung it away. William looked up hundreds of rooks perched in a nearby tree, but chill went down his spine. The message was loud and clear. We're watching you. From that moment on William was under attack rooks pecked at us head whenever he was outside covered his skiff in their nasty droppings and even fluttered their wings against the windows late at night to disturb asleep. They stared at him with their beady black eyes. Looking into the depths of his heart in found him wanting even now they watched him. He knew it William peered out the window, but didn't see anything. He put us by glass to. There perched on the statue in the phone. Several large black walks feather demons. Oh, damnable birds holding him prisoner in his own home, sweating. William stumbled back from the window, his study and paste. He didn't believe in superstition. He had been a Royal Naval officer for God's sake, and yet the rook seem so clever too clever to be mere birds. Liam gulped is whiskey. He'd sent a servant to Mansfield to buy some poison that would be much faster than another bird. William was angry. None of his Stafford obeys orders. They were treasonous citing with the feather devils. He would go to the village himself. The elderly groom pleaded with William. He had worked the estate all his life. The rooks were special Williams should leave them alone. Bad things came to those who harmed the rooks. Lee, MC, nor the warning and forced the groom to hand over his cab, William pulled the cap low on his head and wrapped himself at a cloak. He almost made it off the property before the birds discovered his disguise. They dive bombed, nipping at the haunches of this horse. The stallion reared back rolling its signs, William pulled other rains fighting for control. Whoa, whoa. He fell out of the saddle and the world went dark as the horse came down on him. William stirred. Every inch of is body peaked. Dr Smyth helped him sit up in bed. He rang the bell and ask the made to bring William to San. William had been on conscious for two days. The doctor predicted that he would make a full recovery. He should quit writing while drunk though over the doctor shelter William could see a rook peering to the window. It's black eyes glittery glorying, and it's victory William spluttered interrupting the doctor, mid lecture. It's the birds birds that they're demons trying to murder me. The may drop the t. she apologized and Bob curtsy, but she was looking at the doctor and not William. Actually, both. She and the doctor wouldn't look William in the eye. They exchanged pitying glances. They thought the old Lord was going mad except William knew he wasn't those winged nightmares, sponsor of hell sought to end his life. Local Nottingham folklore claim that the rooks of Newstead abbey were more than mere birds. The souls of the black canons resided in the Bronx. They watched over and protected the abbey. Allegedly, the rooks were extremely intelligent and observed the Sabbath for six days out of the week that rooks would fly around the countryside, hunting for food only returning to roost at twilight however, on Sundays the rook state on the grounds of the abbey visiting each other, seemingly marking God's day of rest. The reincarnation of the black cannon says rooks was so widely believed that local Nottinghma thirties decreed that they're rooks of Newstead were to be left alone instead of cold as was customarily practiced. This decree, surely haunted, Lord, William who's misfortunes, did not stop with the possessed birds. Having squandered his wife's dowry, William plan for his son to marry advantage Asli and bring money into the family coffers. Alas, his son fell in love and eloped with his poor unsuitable cousin and raged William sought to beggar the new stead property. Insuring that a son would inherit a penniless state. He had the ancient timber that surrounded the lake cut down and sold. He also had scores a valuable hunting game wastefully, slaughtered. Ultimately the wicked Lord failed in his revenge Williams survived into seventies outliving his son and grandson who both died tragically young when he passed away Williams branch, the Byron family died out. The family title and Newstead abbey were bestowed on the eldest male Byron. Air Williams, grand nephew. Through with battlements news stead. The hollow winds whistle. Though the hall of my fathers are gone to decay in by one smiling garden, the hemlock, and this'll have choked up the rose, which late bloom in the way. George Gordon Byron six baron Byran inherited the neglected Newstead abbey in seventeen ninety eight at the tender age of ten. After his university days, Lord, Byron periodically lived at Newstead between the ages of twenty and twenty six famed poet and war hero Viron was also Natori his for his many scandalous affairs Byron found retreating to the countryside to stay at the abbey restful. Unfortunately, the abbey was in a terrible state Byron, refurbished, and maintained a handful of rooms for comfort sake. But a significant portion of the mansion was uninhabitable and he was without the funds to fix it by would frequently have house parties and members of his entourage would spend weeks at a time visiting him at Newstead. The dashing young nobles explored the estate, finding mystic relics of times past. It started out as a lark. Really some old friends from Cambridge had come up for a week to hunt play cards and see what his ancestoral pile looked like after a fantastic lunch, Byron's pockets, maybe let, but it could never be said that he didn't provide an excellent table. The men at gone outside. They were playing fetch with his puppy when Lord, right looked up at the Assad the church and wondered aloud. If the monks had buried any treasure at the abbey, this sparked a mad search that only uncovered the coffins of some long dead monks. Egged on bias friends, Byron, which into the casket, and pulled up among skull. He held it up and made it talk. Everyone laughed except for boring old Carlisle, who found a whole business blasphemous. Vibrant ordered a groom to clean the skeleton and assemble the bones in the dining room. It was declared that there was another guest for dinner though. He wouldn't be eating much throughout the meal. They nearly split their sides, making Ribble jokes at the skeletons expense. When they had their after dinner brandies while playing pool Byron insisted on drinking out of the monks skull, it's sent a little Schiffer Thomas his spine to do so an angry voice hissed something unintelligible from the corners of his room, Lord Byron, snuggled deeper into bed and side, not even bothering to open size. Really for them. Do you think? I'd fall for such a stupid prank. The men had retired to their beds around midnight little tipsy. They're not meant for you. The voice was louder. This time annoyed. Byron sat up and drew back the bed, curtains planning to give the intruder a piece of his mind. The angry retort died on his lips. Standing next to the bed was a monk dawning along black robe, his eyes were black, his skin glowed ghostly white. Byron frantically felt for its pistol the monk raised a pale hand. Freezing wind swept through the bedroom. They are not yours to keep. The ghost curled his hand into this and Byron's throat closed up, making it hard to breathe. His tongue froze in his mouth, but he was able to nod compulsively. The mung opened his fist and Byron fell back onto the bed. Shuttering king in fresh air. When he looked up, the monk was gone. The next morning, Byron awoke with a splitting headache, pondering the events at the night before he was sure he had experienced a nightmare after by being too much wine. It was doubtful. He had been visited by spector, but all the same. He ordered his servants to rebury the skeleton of the monk. Allegedly while hunting for treasure Lord Byron, dug up the graves of some long dead monks for a while. He displayed their skulls in his study while at Newstead Byron always slept with a pistol next to his bed. It may have been for protection against angry husbands, seeking vengeance for Byron sorted seduction of their wives. But it may also have been for protection against something supernatural. Famously and most morbidly Byron had a drinking Cup made from the skullcap of a monk and even wrote a poem on the subject, though Beirens original skullcap drinking vessel has been lost to history. A replica currently resides at Newstead I lived. I loved, I coughed like the died, let earth my bones resign fill up. Thou cast incher me. The worm hath Fowler lips. Then. More from new stabby after the break. Now back to the story. Deepened debt in eighteen eighteen Lord Byron sold Newstead abbey to his childhood friend Colonel Thomas Wildman Colonel Wildman set about rebuilding the abbey over the next forty years. He spent a fortune restoring the abbey to its former glory and adding touches of his own, such as custom wood paneling, gothic, decorations, and the east tower as the beautiful gardens. Planted the abbey began to draw many admiring guests. Sophie set the coins on the counter ducking your head. She slipped out of the shop. It was hard enough to come to the village knowing the stairs she'd receive, but it truly hurt that the proprietor wouldn't even take the money from her hand. She was death, not cursed stupid. Sofi took the Longley home walking through the park land of Newstead. She loved the matching. It was old, beautiful and had a melancholy air. Exactly the sort of home poets should own. Of course, Lord Byron didn't own Newstead anymore, but she liked to pretend that he did sometimes even dared to imagine she in Byron, strolling the gardens hand in hand, they would stop. He would turn her face up to his and say. Sophie was never quite sure what Byron would say, but it was something very romantic before he passionately kissed her. Sophie was startled out of her pant Issey when she came face to face with Colonel Wildman and Gardner they were clearly surprised to see her. The Colonel said something. Sophie shook her head miming that she couldn't hear Sophie backed away. She was trespassing on private property. He could have her arrested Colonel Wildman reached for her arm. She darted off the path and into the underbrush thorns from Bush's, tearing her dress, her only thought to get away. The vicar came to t- at the farm. So he said in her usual spot in the corner, carefully observing the conversation between her aunt and the vicar she could lip read some. After they had eaten the vicar kindly road honor slate, explaining that the Wildman said, asked him about her. She had their approval to roam the grounds of new at will Sophie spent many a happy afternoon at the abbey through gestures and notes. She had come to know the Wildman 's. They were a lovely couple with an eye for beauty. The gardens looked as specially beautiful. This perfect spring day Sophie tried her best to hold back her tears. She had cried when aunt Lavinia succumbed to the flu. She had cried when the solicitor did the psalms and she realized that she would have to leave the farm and throw herself on the mercy of her relatives in America. But I her last walk through the grounds of her beloved Newstead abbey away to Nottingham to catch the mail coach to London. She would savor the beauty and she would not cry. So he gave the Gardner letter indicating that it was for the wilburns they had been so kind and she would never see them or the abbey. Again, she continued on toward the village, ignoring hers. -taining is. Tom couched low in the saddle as the horse galloped up the road. He had defined Sophie just ahead. The village of Nottingham was coming into view the streets, recruited citizens shopping, enjoying the fines, spring weather. Then he saw her a thin pale girl with dark circles under her eyes. So few war gray morning trysts in carried a single release, Tom waved his arm attempting to catch your attention. But so I didn't see him. She began crossing the street toward the end. A driver shouted at her as Sophie stepped into the carts path, but she couldn't hear him time seem to slow as sofi finally looked up too late as the cart careened toward her. Tom rain did his horse in rush to where Sophie lay in the street. A man was already bent over her limp form, checking the pulse. He grimly shook his head. Tears filled Tom size. The Wildman had bit him to catch sofi before she could board the mail coach. He had a letter from the couple and fighting her to live with them at Newstead abbey. The ghost of a young woman wearing an old fashioned. White dress sometimes appears in new steps gardens. She silent and very shy vanishing before one can get to close many believe it to be Sophie roaming her beloved gardens for all turn. It. After his death Colonel Wilkins widow, Louisa sold the abbey. The property passed through a few more hands before, sir. Julian Kahn, a local philanthropist purchased it sir. Con deeded the estate to the nodding Inc in nineteen thirty-one. Today new stood Abby and over two hundred and fifty acres. If it's a rigid park land is a museum and gardens publicly owned by Nottingham city council. Newstead abbey receives visitors from all over the world. Some come for the beautiful antique furniture and Lord Byron memorabilia others visit for the lovely gardens, both staff and visitors. Tell stories of brushes with the supernatural, the white lady and the Blackfriars still make appearances. But new stood also seems to have a large number of unknown. Ghosts. Staff sometimes here children playing, but when they go into the room, it's empty. Other times they cannot shake the feeling that they're being watched lights. Inexplicably turn on. And off hair is touched, and certain areas of the house will suddenly smell strongly of a ladies roses or lavender. Perfume a grinning Cavaliers seems to sometimes appear when one looks into an antique floor. Mirror. Occasionally visitors on tour will be overcome with feelings of doom or sadness. Some to the point they're sick with emotion in half to abandon the tour. Fog seems to appear and vanish for no reason even inside the house. In spite of the potential for paranormal mayhem, the historical elegance and beautiful gardens make new, stood Abby, a popular place to wed. Stared into the mirror, doing a deep breathing exercise meeting a moment alone. She had kicked her mom and bridesmaids out of the dressing. Breathe, breathe out. Her face was one not radiance, like brides should be. She was lucky. James was tall and clever catch. Her. Parents had sprung for a large splendid wedding at lovely Newstead abbey out of the corner of her eye. She suddenly glimpsed movement on the bed behind her and the world around. It lay on her expensive white wedding gown, which was draped across the bed, a large gooey shapeless black mass to red glowing eyes. Malevolently glared at her. Couldn't be. Emma was frozen until the gooey black mass started to move. It poured off the bed and began to roll across the floor toward her. She back toward the door, terrified, but was too late. The Google was already at her toes washing over the expensive pedicure. Emma hopped in flailed, but couldn't shake the go off. It was cold so cold. She tripped and hit the floor days. She lay shaking as the goose slime DUP her pelvis toward her chest. Emma, her mother impatiently knocked on the door again. Emma was alone curled up in the fetal position on the floor? No, we will black mass. No freezing cold? No. Anything. Emma sprang to her feet and open the door. She shoved pastor astonish mother and ran down the hall. She couldn't marry James. She simply couldn't mother yelled after. But Emma took the stairs two at a time. Your careless. Haste m almost hit a shabby hitchhiker as she sped her vehicle out of the car park. Luckily he dove out of the way at the last second. The further she got from the abbey, the better Emma felt she knew there would be held to pay is specially from her mother, but she didn't care. She glanced in the mirror and the hitchhiker was in her backseat, Hannah CT Emma, twisted around letting go of the wheel, veering into oncoming traffic. Just before his ill-fated marriage Lord Byron claim to have seen that goblin fryer a shapeless black mass with red is the legendary. The apparition appeared as a warning whenever an unhappy event was about to occur in the pirate family. Some visitors to Newstead claim to have been costed by Chaika who wanders the long driveway to the happy if you drive past him and looked back in your mirror, he'll appear in the back seat of your car. Newstead abbey dunning memorial to the March of time steeped in the long complex history of Britain for over eight hundred years people live prayed, loved fought and died at the abbey. Is it any wonder that the mansion seems to have a poignant atmosphere visit? Unless you're, I delight in the lush in the gardens, explore the fascinating pastiche of architecture that makes up the mansion walk the halls that Byran want. You may even catch a glimpse of the same spirits that he saw the ones that keep watch the abbey, the ones that loved it so much. They never left. Thanks for listening to haunted places. A new episode comes out every Thursday. Listen to all the park casts podcasts on apple podcasts, Stitcher Google play, cast box tune in or your favorite podcast directory. Many of you ask how to help the show. And if you enjoy haunted places, the best way to help is to leave a five star review wherever you listen. We'll see you next week. Haunted places what's created by max Cutler, it's production of Cutler media and his part of the park has network. It's produced by max Enron Cutler sound designed by Ron Shapiro who with production assistance by Joel Stein and Paul, Moller additional production assistance by Maggie admire and Carly Madden haunted places was written by Candice Rogers. I'm Greg Poulsen.
The Stanley Hotel
"Due to the graphic nature of this episode listener discretion is advised the Sepah soda includes dramatization and discussions of murder and horror involving children. That some people may find offensive. We advise extreme caution for children under thirteen. The bed is soft as you lie down for the night, the expansive, pine, forests, and towering peaks of the Colorado Rockies were everything you had hoped they would be, and the luxurious Stanley hotel was even more impressive than you had imagined. The building was regal and brilliant, with its red roof and bright, white walls. The room was cozy and comfortable as you close your eyes to rest with a smile on your face. You hear knock at your door, you sigh and slowly slip out from beneath the blankets, but chill night air, causing your hair to stand on end you approach the door and open it expecting to see a bellboy, but no one's there. You step into the hall looking to your left and to you're right. The expansive hallway stretches on in both directions seemingly endless. Use. I in turn it around. But the door to your room is gone. Instead, you see a blank wall with a floral pattern wallpaper. You turn around to see your neighbor's door has vanished as well. You race down the halls looking searching anywhere for a door away out anything but your feet race step after step down a hall reaching endlessly further away. You drop to the floor exhausted. Terrified, you feel a cold hand wrap around your shoulder. You have nowhere else to run. Welcome to haunted places, apar- cast original. I'm Greg Poulsen every Thursday, I take you to the scariest areas, most haunted real places on earth this week. Join me on a supernatural journey to the spooky Stanley hotel in ESTES park. Colorado and discover why to this day. It's haunted. At park cast grateful for you. Our listeners you allow us to do what we love. Let us know how we're doing reach out on Facebook and Instagram at par cast and Twitter at par cast network. And if you enjoy today's episode the best way to help us is to leave a five star review on Spotify or wherever you're listening. It really does help. We also know have merchandise head depar- cast dot com slash merch. For more information listen to more of haunted places as well as par casts other shows on Spotify or wherever you're listening. About ninety minutes west of Denver. Just outside of the Rocky Mountain national park is the tourist town of ESTES park Colorado with stunning views of cranky peaks and lush green forests filled with an abundance of wildlife. This region is often described as God's country, nestled at the base of the mountains on the outskirts of town is the crown jewel of the area. The Stanley hotel. The Stanley hotel is a lovely building built in the colonial revival style. It's one hundred forty two rooms columned porch and symmetrically designed front facade were constructed in one thousand nine hundred nine by free Lynn, Oscar Stanley, maker of the famous Stanley steamer, a steam engine powered car. F o Stanley had originally moved to Colorado for his health, and he quickly fell in love with the area, the beauty of the mountains, inspired him to share that beauty with others, and he began building his hotel as a getaway for wealthy Americans. The property was built to the height of modernity with running water telephones and electric lights in each room. In addition to the main building a concert hall, a private smaller hotel called the lodge and staff quarters were built on the one hundred sixty acre property, a series of underground staff tunnels were hewn out of the underlying rock to connect several of the hotels buildings while more lodging has been added to the property in the last several years. Most of the original Stanley hotel buildings are now preserved and on the national register of historic places the one hundred ten year old Stanley hotel is famed for its beautiful setting. But perhaps even more for. It's frighteningly haunted past. The Stanley hotel has been the home of many reported haunting 's, however, nobody truly knows why the location, became a gateway to the paranormal some claim that the hotel was built on sacred native American land, or that the courts and limestone deposits under the buildings are condu-. It's for a supernatural energy others think that Lord done raven. The original owner of the land, the hotel sits on felt swindled by f o Stanley and curse the property. These legends are much like the hotel itself. Interesting little unsettling and stereotypes, perhaps, even more mysterious is the catastrophic event that took place, only two years after the hotel opened on June twenty-fifth nineteen eleven. Lizzy pushed her car of cleaning supplies through the dark hallways. Candalyn hand. A storm had knocked out the power to the hotel, and as it raged the building shook with its fury. The wind was bouncing off the mountains. Sweeping rain against the walls yet, despite the storms power work still needed to be done room to seventeen and expansive suite in the west wing needed a full cleaning it had been booked by particularly wealthy patron, who was due to arrive that night Lucy had insisted to the manager that the storm would delay the cast, but the manager told her that was not a risk worth taking. Now Lizzie walked down the endless hallways pass room to a one to two with nothing. But the flickering light if you're candle to her the flame. Cast odd shadows against the walls. Orange light mixing with the floral pattern in strange and distorted ways. She was used to seeing this pattern of a day, or with the hall lights on it was pretty then but in the dark it felt like she was walking through a different world behind the doors. She could hear grinding clapping and flapping windows blown open by the storm bouncing against the walls shudders slapping against the ground through others. She could hear crying, infants moans, groans, grunts and squeals from the strangers doing God knows what in the darkness of their hotel rooms in some rooms. She could see candlelight burning from beneath the doors shadows. Join them sprawling across the floor. They're motion startling, and it explicable as she approached room to ten. Her candle went out. She became all too aware of the already frightening, darkness, the strange sounds all around her only grew more terrifying in the pitch. Black. She pulled matches from her cart. She struck and struck and struck. But it was no use her breath through short the darkness becoming more and more oppressive the longer. She stood within it. She sent a desperate prayer out to anyone who would listen to send a light to guide her in the darkness. She struck the match once more, but it broke in her fingers. She could hear the wind passing beneath the cracks and the doors it whistled slightly. And she thought just for a moment, she heard a soft voice, whispering strange words. She grabbed another match twitching with anxiety. She's truck it, but the match refuse to light. The voices in the hallway grew louder a whisper piercing into her mind. She took a deep breath in her nerves fraying even further, she pressed forward into the darkness and continued to strike her match, as she moved barely able to see the numbers on the room, so she passed them to twelve to fourteen. To seventeen. She pulled the keys from her cart in felt for the impression of the number and the iron. She placed her hand on the door found the lock and to open the door. The room was lit by periodic flashes of lightning. The flares through the window gave her glimpses of mountains looming the darkness, great behemoths, waiting to consume her in the dark. She struck the match all the more furiously hoping the light would soften the lightning glow. And finally, calm her mind. She pushed her cart inside the room trampoline. A persistent his echoed within the walls. But in her fear it sounded like it was nowhere and everywhere, almost, as if it was a phantom sound a trick of the darkness around here in the din. Strange message reached your ears spark the flames. She looked at her matches in the light of the lightning. She saw that the one she was striking had been stripped, a foster is on able to light under any condition. She grunted and quickly grabbed another match striving to be free from the darkness as soon as she possibly could she struck and struck? She saw sparks fly as the phosphorus truck with a matchbox that single glorious spark mixing with the would time slowed. She watched the spark grow from one, spark to then to sparks to a small flame, the warm orange light pleasing to her. I a shelter in the store. Yet, as she watched the flame grew rapid and chaotic, but warm relaxing, light shifted to a cascading fireball burning, the air itself before she knew it the whole room, had filled with flames, the Presisent hiss, stilled and the pressure in the room seemed to lighten for a moment as if the walls themselves were sighing with relief. The accounts vary between the newspapers of the day. However, all agree that when the electricity went out of the Stanley staff lit, the backup gas-lamps. During a particularly fierce storm in nineteen eleven room to seventeen of the Stanley hotel, sprung us secret gas leak when chambermaid Elizabeth Wilson's that foot in the room, the flame under candle ignited creating a gigantic fireball the force of the explosion, blew the room apart. The entire west wing the hotel was destroyed. And several people were injured pieces of the hotel were found over a half a mile away. Lizzie herself was merely blown off her feet as her body fell to the first floor. She was knocked into a coma for two days and broke both ankles. She eventually made a full recovery and continued to work at the hotel until nineteen fifty when she was ninety years old in the following years, the damaged part of the hotel was completely rebuilt while Lizzie did recover from her injuries. Some speculate that her soul, resided in room to seventeen for the two days while she was in a coma, and some say that to this day, Lizzy spirit continues to look after room to seventeen the first of many ghosts, who would make the hotel their home. We'll further tour the haunting of the Stanley hotel after this. Have you ever wondered how myths relate to the society and culture where they came from or what role myths play in today's popular culture? Every week park cast new mythology podcast. Dives deep into the history origins, and meaning of each man, you'll be hooked when you hear these stories brought to life by non samba cast voice actors including narration by tales host the nessa Richardson. I'm already listened to the first who abyss oats and promise. You won't be disappointed. Each episode dramatizes exciting story pulled from the beliefs of ancient cultures and gives insight into how our ancestors saw the universe. 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The lustrous hardwood floors soothing chandelier lighting and relaxed, but posh interior design was too magnificent for him to part, with and his spirit has been seen playing pool within the billiards room and wandering around the hotel's bar and lobby Stanley's, wife flora Stanley was said to love music, so much her spirit remained in the concert hall dancing across the ballroom style floors playing piano on the quaint yet, prominent stage, and cheering on the performers whose music can reach her in the afterlife, along with them. Lizzy the chambermaid haunts room. Seventeen the room soul bonded with the depths of disaster. Yet. Not every ghost at the Stanley hotel is friendly when the gateway to the other side was opened by those who wish to stick around it allowed, more heinous, spirits to venture onto the hotel grounds causing mischief and sewing fear into the hearts of the hotel's guests. His eyes closed after a long day, wandering the hotel his wife had founded beautiful, but he had founded unsubtly. As he turned corners. He felt the hair on his neck stand on hand and it seemed as if somebody or something was always watching. What he tried to admire the wonderfully done, colonial era paintings and golden bossed mirrors that covered the walls. He felt us if the eyes of the subject, we're looking back at him when he meandered through the immaculately pruned hedge maze, in the rear courtyard. He felt us if monsters were racing through the pathways to find him before he could find the exit when he lay down to sleep at night. He felt this if he'd heard voices whispering just outside his door every moment before he would slip into unconsciousness he'd strained to hear what they were saying, but he could never make it out. He had lied awake every night for the week that he'd been at the hotel and his mind was fraying with exhaustion and suspicion. To make matters worse. His two year old son had been babbling to the air as if he was speaking with someone and he tried to abandon his parents several times on their walks. He was used to his son, being adventurous and outgoing but this place something about this place. That seemed like it was calling out to the boy, his tiny undeveloped footsteps on usually, smooth and purposeful, on the immaculate carpets as he drifted off to sleep, the thought of his son came rushing to his mind. He realized he hadn't heard the boy moving in the crib for quite some time. His is shot. Open money left out of bed, reaching for his classes. He rushed over to the crib and looked inside. His son was nowhere to be found. He felt his pulse quicken as he raced through the hotel room turning on everybody could. But the bathroom, the closet, the bedroom, we're all empty. He raised to the bed whereas, white size was still shut tight despite all the noise he had made an all the lights had switched on. He pushed her shelter and called her name he shook the bed and shouted trying to wake her, but she still does. Then the lights in the room burst he stood in darkness. His hands on his wife's still shoulders his own breath, heavy in his ears. She heard the door to the room open, and a steady stream of light float into the room from the hallway, the man shook his wife in one last attempt to wake her, but she merely slept on. He step towards the door loan slowly and methodically. He peered into the hall, the normally bright lights dim and distant yet in the dusk like corridor. He could see the small shape a child walking away at the very end of the hall. Without a second thought he raced forward bare feet pressing firmly against the carpet, yet, with each step the carpet became thicker, his pace, low, even as his panic and determination started to grow his mind. Pushed him forward towards the silhouette of his son, but the wallpaper was almost stagnant, the hallway moving past light molasses. He felt beads of sweat appearance, brow, as he strained with effort, that he watched from a distance as this son turned and walked into another hallway, he granted with effort as he pressed forward pushing on with all his strength as he approached the point where son at turned. He began to hear it on squealing the distance. He grasped the corner of the wall and pulled himself forward as he turned. He's his son. Son standing only yards away. Stock still staring at the wall of a dead end. From the wall, he saw Firoz. It's bright brass heading and long, maroon rubber tubing extending out the brass gleam with a sinister brilliance the dimmed light of the hall, and it moved through the air like the head of great serpent wavering and searching for its prey the hose on coiled. It's tubing stretching. Outwards slowly and ominously as the beastly object on raffled. He saw it. Slow movement reaching ever. Closer to his son. He screamed as he stepped into the hall. He tried to get a son's attention. But the boy stared ever on word up at the gleaming metal head of the buildings rubber serpent step after step. He took trudging ever closer to his boy with each step the hose grew ever longer looming over the child. He reached his arms forward, only two feet away. He watched in horror as the lever slowly turned on the looming. Nozzle? He stepped closer, but his eyes widened has he noticed the host that can ING inch after inch growing in size as the rubber tubes, pushed outwards he reached out in desperation for his son, but he was too late. From the nozzle sprung a gaping mall wrong with teeth and slick with saliva, as if possessed the boy, stood motionless, staring up at the hose, the man, dropped to his knees in horror, only to watch the second mouth close over his son. He could see his child's body move through the rubber, like a mouse, making its way through a snakes Gullit then he felt the rubber lose around his torso, slowly and thought it cly in desperation, he grabbed the hose clawing at it with his nails tearing at it with his teeth to free, his son, but that gleaming brass head looped around him again. And again, and again as the hose tightened still tting his breath. You watched us the nozzle raised itself. Into the air slightly above his face. The lever began to turn and that deep crimson gaping mall, began to protrude from the nozzle once more. It's saliva pouring down upon his face he coughed sputtered and spat, hoping it would all be over soon. His eyes burst open sunlight, streaming into the hotel windows. He looked to us wife peacefully sleeping in bed next to him. He looked to the crib. His son standing up and holding the bars his son giggled has they made high contact apparently unaware of the horror that just be fawn him. The man rubbed his eyes. He had heard stories of what the hotel could do to a person's mind. He decided he would never stay in room to seventeen again. On September thirtieth, nineteen seventy four Stephen King, and his wife tabby stayed overnight at the Stanley hotel the last day before it closed for the season until the nineteen eighties. The hotel lacked central heating would close for the snowy Colorado winters on that last frigid day of the hotels, open season. The kings were the only guests and the disconcertingly empty hotel, Stephen spent hours wandering to the buildings including some of the hallways on the fourth floor, which give the allusion of being never ending. And as it happens, the king stayed in room to seventeen while there's no record of Stephen encountering the ghost of Lizzie that night he had a nightmare about his three year old son being chased through the hotel by fire hose, that experience became the inspiration for Stephen king's famed horn. Novel Bush shining, which is about an alcoholic caretaker, and his family be set by supernatural forces while spending the winter and the remote overlook hotel, since then dedicated horror fans have flocked to the Stanley hotel to see room to seventeen perhaps most famously in nineteen Ninety-three, the comedy, film dumb, and dumber filmed, some sequences out the Stanley, Jim Carey one of the stars of the film specifically requested to stay in room to seventeen but after only three hours in the room he called the staff demanding new room Jim Carey has refused to discuss what occurred in room to seventeen ever since the hotel is leaned into the reputation it gained from the shining, novel and film, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. The hotel plays the shining on its own local TV channel yet. While the hotel, leans into the. This cultural phenomenon. It's clear to all who stay that. The hotel's paranormal nature extends far past that single stories influence to prove this, the hotel offers a haunted tour, telling variety of stories and pointing out some of the places in the hotel, where people have encountered, the supernatural, even so hotel, staff often leave out the most dangerous paranormal locations to avoid scaring away. Guests forever. Will learn about the Stanley hotels, most frightening tales after this. And now back to the story. The grounds of the Stanley hotel are quite expansive and house eleven separate buildings alongside the main building the hotel grounds contain the lodge the concert hall, and perhaps most frightening the carriage house. The carriage house was originally built to house the carriages of the hotel's guests during long stays at the resort. However, this building has served many different purposes since its inception, it even functioned as a flop house for a time, a way to accommodate hotel guests who are not wealthy enough to afford their own room in the main building today, the carriage houses, mostly used as a storage space. Unfortunately, the objects that are stored there are far more morbid than you would expect, and they may have opened the doors to the most malicious spirit on the entire hotel grounds. It's no wonder that the hotel staff. Are hesitant to enter that building even during the middle of the day. Carl stared at the empty bed. It's sheets pushed to the side, a pill bottle on the nightstand next to it. He could still see the indent in the mattress where the body was found earlier that morning. The maid had knocked several times before entering only to find the corpse of a sad, young man who apparently thought he had nothing left to live for this wasn't the first body that had been found at the Stanley hotel that it was far from the first suicide Carl had moved many empty beds, just like this one. It was the worst part of his job. He lifted the mattress and pushed it off the box spring lowering down onto a Dali he strapped it firmly down with ratchets. So it would only go where he pushed it. He rolled the mattress out the door guiding it into the hallway people watch as he walked past them. None the wiser. To the dark event. He was forced to stow away as if to pretend it never happened. He alone was burdened with that knowledge yet, despite the somber nature of his task Carl smirked, as he saw the guest nonchalantly ignore him. So many of these people had come to the hotel to experience the supernatural. If only they realized everyday life was horrifying enough. He wield the mattress out the front door and down the sidewalk. His breath form has the exhaled into the open air. This was common for the mid morning mountains. But as his hand felt the fabric of the mattress, it seemed to him like the bed was chillier than the outside, he asked himself at the bed had been that cold money, I lifted it, but he couldn't seem to remember. Slightly worried. He tried to remember if he had experienced something like this before, but he couldn't think for long. He had a job to do that. He wanted to get it done as quickly as possible. So he shrugged and continued on pushing through the parking lot down the hill. He saw his destination in the distance. It was a large l shaped building in the same weight in read style as the hotel proper. He had been to this building the carriage house, many times before, with many similar deathbeds in tow. Yet as he approached the storage space, this time something felt. The white seemed darker than before. And the red roof seem brilliantly red, like it had a shine glancing off the shingles, that it had never had before he froze in place. Staring at the building trying to determine what exactly was wrong. But the bed slowly started to pull upon his arms, moving cautiously, Carl allowed the car to guide him down towards the carriage house. Closer and closer. When he reached the building, he pulled out his key ring flipping through for the key to the padlock on the weather door. He had just found the right key. When he heard the padlock dropped to the ground and the door, slowly swung open, Carl's, heart stopped he'd seen disturbing things at the hotel before. But never something like this Carl peered into the dark doorway. He had been in this building many times before, but this was different. He decided he would push the bed inside close the door as quickly as possible, and come back for the Dalai later with one of his fellow maintenance, men in tow. Keep push the bed past the lip of the entrance stepping closer to the darkness. He took a deep breath in then heaved the bed inside. But Dolly rolling out of sight and deeper into the black he reached for the doorknob, but just as his hand passed into the shadow, he felt something sharp grasp its wrist in the darkness appeared to glowing red eyes angle, and violent, their fierce gaze, penetrating, Carl's mind. He pulled against the monsters grip, but it's claws only dug into his flesh, his blood dripping against the boards. The figure pulled Carl deeper into the carriage house. Its strength almost impossible to resist the door flew shut behind the carriage house dark as a moon Lewis night to is blinked away. And the clause vanished from his wrist. He stood shaking and fear scrambling around the darkness looking for light any light that could guide him back to safety, then terrified he watched his candles began to flicker on their flames, casting, a pallet glow across the warn wooden boards, that form the interior of the carriage house beneath the candles stood mattresses rows and rows of dusty mattresses laid out across the floor. Carl recognized many of them each horrid story and ghastly, memory and his mind now laid out in display, his breath, drew short and in his fear. He looked for the Dalai he had pushed inside only to see it resting against the wall. The mattress had its straps not on it then in the flu. Of the candle flame. He's spotted the outline of the door and bolted for it only to find himself immediately frozen in place. He felt the supernatural entity pulling him forward beyond his control. His mind raced in terror trying to think of some way out any way to break free. But his resolve weakened as he walked past each mattress. He could see the remnants of the people who had died upon the hotels pants. They're restless souls appeared on the beds, displaying the method of their deaths. One gun shot, another sign, I bel- yet another bed showed bloodstains read all across the fabric, poor young man, having been the stabbing victim of an unknown killer as the force pressed him forward. He noticed a mattress the mattress from his Dolly set. Distinctly upon the ground at the end of the walkway as he stared at the indent. It gradually began to take shape looking more and more like an outline of himself. He tried to resist. But in his heart he felt the resistance melting away the mattress looked so war. So comforting it was made just for him. He battled against his own mind as the boards began to creak beneath his feet. He dug his heels into the ground trying to hold himself back, but then above him a rope began to dangle, he watched as it's loosens tied together in a noose. Carl took a deep breath in knowing it would likely be his last. Sweat dripped off his, brow, as the news, flew over his head the rope tightened eased him to the ground, pulling them across the splintered wooden floor. His vision began to black as the force pulled him on top of the mattress. He felt his body slide right into the indent perfectly made for him yet in his final moments. He felt an odd contentedness as he looked up to see those red is floating above him. Their upturned sides looking like tiny part of a wide toothy smile. When the next maintenance man would check the carriage house. They would only see dangling. Rope mattresses sorted and stacked against the walls and during keys. The only sign that Carl had ever been there at all. What was once the Stanley hotel, carriage house is now used for storing landscaping tools at deathbeds all the beds upon which guests have died throughout the hotel's existence legend suggests that the steady collection of tragic artifacts has some in something truly demonic that now skulks within the carriage house, along with all the death manure. Of course, many propose alternative theories to explain the demonic presence in the carriage house. They believe this demon. I took hold of the building while the hotel was being built tall. Tales speak of a workman, who was crushed during a tragic cave-in as he made his way to the carriage house. Others claim that several workers burned to death. You know, horrible fire within the houses walls. The building was rebuilt on the ashes of the old one and the vengeful spirits of the deceased remained, whatever the source may be something lurking in this building clearly, lusts for blood more than once the rope for the garage door has mysteriously looped around the staff members neck as they drove a tractor into the storage space. Well, none have been seriously injured by this mishap. It is only a matter of time until the dead get their due for these reasons. Most staff members of void going into this building altogether. The Stanley hotel has made itself home to many more ghosts and goblins throughout the years alongside the specter of room to seventeen and the demon. And the carriage house to ghosts like to frequent, the concert hall flora Stanley, and a young girl known only by her first name Lucy in the nineteen nineties when the hotel was undergoing some remodeling a runaway teen named Lucy began squatting the concert hall basement one cold. Winter's day, workers founder stiff body frozen enter sleeping bag. The casualty particularly frigid winter storm while she was frozen stiff during her death. She became a very active spirit in the afterlife. She occasionally makes her presence known during ghost tours by slamming the basement door. She also responded to ouija boards and. EVS. Recorders. And she's not the only coast to likes to make people aware up their existence. A nameless entity in room for a one likes to steal jewelry and trinkets more than one guests wedding rings have gone missing while they stayed within this room. Similarly guests in room for twenty eight I've been woken, by ghost dressed in wild west clothing, watching them sleep. The cowboy ghost has been known to gently kiss female guests on the forehead. In addition to ghosts animals seem to be attracted to the Erie energy within the Stanley hotel about energy causes them to behave in, particularly odd ways few rooms have had problems with overly aggressive raccoons, who attack the visitors and have been witnessed hissing at nothing at all. That is hissing at nothing that can be seen with humanize with this. Wide assortment of undead figures roaming. The halls it is no wonder that the Stanley hotel has become for ever cemented in pop culture. It brings to mind a line from the movie, it's eerie atmosphere, inspired some places are like people, some shine and some down. If you plan to visit the hotel, pray that it doesn't shine while you're within its halls. Otherwise, you may never see the light of day again. Thanks again for tuning into haunted places. 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Something rustled John took the rifle from the swing on his shoulder. Perhaps it was a dear something for dinner. He frowned the rustling from the plants sounded foreign something was wrong. He silently crept closer. He saw flash for whatever it was. It was a good size. Suddenly it dashed out from the stocks of corn. John Brown's the rifle slack craft. Grasp it had the body of a large dog matted Brown for currently like one of them fancy poodles, but the head it was all wrong. It looked like the head of an oversized furnace. Rabbit naked pink long years. Spittal drip from its mouth. It's quivering knows sniffed the air sending John. Sculpt closer. It's four legs awkwardly moving in a strange hopping. John took a step back the creature came close enough that John could see the odd yellow Brown. Pupils of its is just in time. He remembered his rifle and took a shot he missed but the noise scared the beast it darted back into the towering green stocks. Feeling shaky John sank to his knees. The feeling in his body was foreign and heavy. Something was wrong with this place terribly wrong. He knew then, but his life would never be the same. Welcome to haunted places on the podcast network. I'm Greg Poulsen every Thursday. I take you to the scariest areas most haunted real places on earth this week. Join me on a supernatural journey to the old bell farm homestead near Adams, Tennessee. And discover why to this day it's haunted. Listen to more episodes of haunted places as well. As par casts. Other podcasts on your favorite podcast rectory. We're also on Facebook and Instagram at park cast on Twitter at par cast network and at par cast dot com. Many of you have asked how you can support haunted places. If you enjoy this show the best way to support us is to leave a five star review wherever you listening. About an hour outside Nashville amid the rolling greens of Robertson county lies the small city of Adams, Tennessee Adams isn't much to look at a two lane. Highway cuts through a handful of shops homes and churches, however Adams's passed into American folklore history once upon a time Adams was known as Red River a settlement on the edge of the US frontier. The bell family were among away of white settlers that came to the Red River region in search of a good life. However, nothing could have prepared the bells for the terror that tore their dreams asunder sometime around eighteen oh five John Bell, his wife Lucy there, many children and their slaves endured a long difficult trip from North Carolina to settle in Tennessee. The bells were granted a homestead growing corn tobacco and other crops. Over time. The bells became relatively prosperous the family had three more children for a total of eleven Betsy was born in eighteen o six. Enter brothers Richard eighteen eleven and JOL in eighteen thirteen but then. Odd things began to happen sometime in eighteen seventeen. John Bell was inspecting his crops when he encountered a strange animal with the head of a rabbit and the body of the dog. John shot at the creature, but it escaped. You Levin year old Betsy and her brothers frequently played in the woods near the farm. They also saw strange unidentifiable animals and unusually large bird and on one occasion saw ghostly little girl in a green dress dangling from a tree. Around this time members of the Belle family began to have trouble sleeping. John's is shot open the noises were happening again. He sat up in bed straining to see only a faint haze of light came from the Bank Denver's on the hearth. For several days. Now something had been gnawing on the cabin at night. He couldn't understand during the day. They had check the cabin for mouse or bat infestation. But there was not besides mice weren't that. Loud. Birthday. John threw back the covers beside him Lucy's slept peacefully. She was never disturbed by the noises. He lit the oil lamp and crypt toward the corner of the room where the sound seem the loudest his hunting dog darted come behind John barking like mad at the empty corner. John stumbled back in surprise tripping over the dog nearly spilling the oil and the dog continued to bark at nothing. Lucie stirred at the barking sitting up in bed in I see shiver trickled, Don, John spine. He hadn't even heard the dog come up behind him usually at slept in the other room guarding the children almost on cue Betsy screamed from the children's room the dog took off like a shot as John turn to run toward his daughter. Betsy had had another one of her nightmares. She told her father that a monster was scratching her John made a big deal out of looking around the room and under the beds to comfort the children. But really he was looking for the source of the noise. He sat bedside until they drifted back to sleep. For the second time that night Betsy screamed loud enough to wake the dead. John sprang up and rushed into the bedroom, Lucy hotness. Heels Betsy was wailing that a ghost had slapped. Her a large red, Bruce in the shape of a hand was spreading across her cheek Lucy question the poise, but they both denied hitting Betsy suddenly John heard an evil chuckle. It rang from every corner of the room the children huddled on Betsy bed hugging their mother terrified, the patriarch could no longer ignore the truth. There was a spirit in his home. And it wanted to harm his family. John dropped to his knees and grimly held out his hands to his family for a prayer circle. Only the power of God would deliver them from this evil. At first the bells kept the haunting secret they were good Christian folk, and we're barris should they suffer at the hands of evil spirit? However night after night, the torment continued a Paul fell over the house all the bells became fearful in jumpy their eyes bloodshot they shuffled through their waking lives exhausted. Looking for peaceful rest, yet dreading the night ahead. Haunted by the terrible memories of their dreams. They were becoming ghosts themselves. The sharp pinching scratching made their skin burn the weird animal noises that they couldn't block out with pillows. The sense that something was in the room with them lurking just beyond the circle of light cast by the oil. They couldn't see it. But they could feel it spite. When the presence began tying Besse's hair to the bedpost in the middle of the night. The bells knew they needed to do something. Sleep deprived, confused and worried John Bell turned to a close friend James Johnston for help incredulous James agreed to spend the night in the bell cabin to experience the haunting himself he snuggled into the bed. It was comfortable. He hadn't wanted to steal John Lucy's bed, but they insisted choosing to bunk down in the living room. He wasn't sure he believed the crazy tail John told him and yet, but but John was a stalwart man of his word followed him as he drifted off to sleep. It was twilight James was walking through his tobacco fields enjoying the cool of the evening. He was suddenly struck with a feeling of nameless. Dread. Something something terrible was behind him. He slowly turned around, but only found tobacco plants. Bent under sudden gusts of wind. An invisible inhuman force knocked James to the ground. James woke up as he hit the floor disoriented. He looked around the room was DEM the low turned oil lamp making the furniture cast, great shadows on the wall. The same weird growling James had heard in his dream filled. The room he got two feet show yourself who are you? What do you want? John came bursting in the room and James looked at him with resigned is the visitor felt sorry for his friend. 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Subscribe to kingpins now wherever you listen to podcasts. Now back to the story. By eighteen eighteen word had spread through the Tennessee frontier and beyond of the bell family's predicament. Newspapers picked up the story of the haunting the tail was whispered around campfires, the bells were prayed for by various religious communities, although the bell seemed to be haunted by poltergeist that is a ghost who can cause physical disturbances the spirit on the farm was dubbed the bellwood. James Johnston maintain that the I ninety state over at the bell home. He had heard the spirits say which entry site bible verses? Upon further questioning the bell, which stated that she wished to be called Kate. In addition to mocking people Kate answered questions gave sermons passed along local gossip and debated religious issues. She seemed to be able to leave the farm for short periods of time and would visit other homes in one encounter Kate accurately. Mimic the accent and speech of the parents of an Englishman who doubted her existence disquieted by the encounter, the Englishman quickly left. The bell farm later after returning home. He wrote to the bells apologizing for his disbelief apparently Kate had popped over to Britain and visited his parents. All attempts to banish Kate through prayer, holy water or reasoning failed. However, there was one time when a neighbor named William porter came close to getting rid of Kate. Williams, stoke the fire and quickly changed into his long Johns before getting to bed. Fall head come early this year and the night air. Had definite snap to it. Sure is cold. Kate's taunting. William groaned and put the pillow over his head. He hated Kate. He was sure Kate only showed up to his home to torment him because she sensed his ADEMA city shivering will you ignored Kate and snug down in the bed. I'll keep you warm. William Kate said William felt something pulled back to cover the bedding. Depressed cates. Slid into the bed next to him his blood ran cold, he laid their trembling. He was afraid to turn over and see what was lying next to him. But then it suddenly occurred to him that Kate had a body. She could be called he studied himself. It's now or never he taught. Two on three. William bleep dot Abed, smothering Kate in the blankets. He rolled her up tight like in overstuffed sausage. He didn't get a look at her. And frankly, he was too scared to pull back the blanket to see. William hoisted, the squirming bundle in his arms and carried it across the room toward the fireplace. All of a sudden his legs were shaky with every step the bundle grew heavier and his body felt weaker his vision began to waive her and suddenly the room had a terrible smell like animal waste baking in the sun. Come on William thought, he could do this. He could get rid of Kate sweat formed Dennis his forehead his stomach churned three more steps to the fireplace. He could do it. He collapsed just short of a fireplace covered. In sweat, shaking. Holding back vomit. Kate still rolled up tied in the blanket landed near him William lay on the floor. His cheek pressed to the smooth would he felt the blankets? Moving the blankets rose in the air on Fernley. He could feel her fingers troch his cheek. She whispered to him. We quilliam. Inferior now in fear, always his face flushed and his body shook, but he could only lie still in his shame. Then Kate was gone. In all William could do was painfully crawl to the door for some fresh air. For years. The bells were haunted by the spirit who was sometimes kindly and other times hostile according to her whims. Betsy and her father John seemed to get the worst of the abuse while Kate respected Lucy once calling her the most perfect woman to walk. The poor Betsy was frequently scratched bruised and taunted by Kate amid this train of Cates. Taunts and threats John's health began to deteriorate. He had trouble eating at eventually took to his bed. What happened next solidified the legend of the bell witch in American folklore? Kate hovered over John Bell as shaky hand groped for the medicine on his nightstand. It had taken her ages to grow strong enough that she could bend the physical world to her will she had whispered over and over the suggestion to make poison in the old woman's mind. Once the poison was made it was grueling for Kate to carry the bottle to the bell home after switching the medicine for poison Kate Ted faded away too. Weak to sustain a presence in the world of the living. It was many days before she could come back, but it had been worth it. For now old John Bell was about to pay for his sins. He didn't deserve Lucy. He didn't deserve his family at all. Kate watched as John carefully measured out at t. Spoon of what he thought was medicine dissolved in water and drying. Within seconds. John was riding on the bed in pain is flesh burning from the inside out Kate savor this Besson's terror on his face before he frost at the mouth and the light faded from his eyes. She could hardly wait for the moment. When the family found him Betsy had come to wake her father after he missed breakfast. She took one look at her father's gray, rigid face and new. Lucie hearing the rockets rushed into find her daughter. We being on her husband's chest Lucy gathered Betsy in her arms in Rocketeer back and forth. John junior. Richard angel- ran into the room to see what was going on John junior. Respectfully closed his father's eyes. While Richard went for the doctor John junior was covering his father's body with sheet when he noticed a glass, vile full of murky liquid on the bedside table, he showed it to his mother puzzled it didn't look like the medicine. Doctor hop had prescribed in fact, no one in the house at seen this bottle before they caught one of the house cats and gave it a few drops of liquid from the vile to the horror of the bell family. The cat convulsed and was dead within seconds John junior immediately through the via. Well into the fireplace the bottle shattered and white blue flames shot up from the fire. In American folklore. Kate has the distinction of being the only ghost ever to directly murder a person the poor bell family wasn't even allowed to mourn properly as Kate even interfered with their grieving process. Betsy stared at her father's body. He lay in his coffin dressed in his Sunday suit. With a posy of flowers clutched to his chest. Members of the church family and friends graveside as the preacher spoke words of comfort and peace, but for Betsy there was no peace. She wanted to scream one shout. It would make no difference. Kate had killed her father. Way the hate rose up and Betsy as Kate broke into a body drinking song, interrupting the funeral Joshua felt pets. He's body tents. He slid comforting arms around here Betsy felt new tears rush into already swollen eyes. Dear sweet, Joshua. He was still thought he had been her dearest companion when they were young. And now they were engaged. Kate pulled your hair Betsy struggled against the force gritting her teeth in differing to keep her head down. She stepped slightly away from Joshua trying not to disturb the ceremony. That's his head snapped back in particularly hard jerk. Kate whispered enter year, you will not have happiness with Joshua Gardner and future generations a C drill. Bets. His blood ran cold images. Raced through her head any chance she had to be happy with Joshua would be ruined by Kate. The ghost would kill him. If she had to. Betsy collapsed mad with grief Joshua lead her away from the funeral taking her home. So the doctor could put her to bed with tonic. She lay bed for days before she came to decision. She couldn't bear it. If something happened to Joshua. She knew what she had to do. In eighteen twenty one having tormented John Bell for five years. Kate allegedly poisoned him heartbroken over her father's, death and worried about her future. Betsy ended her engagement to Joshua Gardner soon. After after the death of John Bell, and Betsy broken gauge -ment Kate quieted down, she ceased her daily tormented, the bell family, eventually telling them that. She was leaving would not trouble them for seven years seven years passed and the bells got on with their lives Betsy married, Richard Powell and moved away from the family homestead when Kate returned in eighteen twenty eight the remaining members of Belle household Lucy, Richard and Joel resolved to ignore the spirit. Kate spoke to them a few times prophesying about. The future in cluding p dictating the civil war. However, the bells plan to disregard the ghost paid off. She simply seemed to fade away, even as the fervor around the bell witch, haunting died stories of encounters continued to be told and retold cemented, the legacy of the bell witch into American culture. Betsy one on to raise a family and live a full life dying at age eighty two in eighteen eighty eight. Once she got married and left home for the rest of her life. She refused to speak up. The Pell witch and allegedly also refused to sleep alone. We'll have more of the legend of the bell, which after this. Now back to the story. In eighteen ninety four Martin van Buren Ingram published his book and authenticated history of the famous bellwood reviving interest in the story. Ingram had promised the bell family that he would delay publishing until those involved in the haunting passed away. Ingram's book has turned out to be the first in a long line in books both fiction and nonfiction written on the topic the bell, which legend has proved so popular, but various movies songs and TV projects have been created around the folklore, many researchers and mediums have investigated trying to determine what actually happened on the bell farm put simply where did Kate come from some have claimed that the bell family, and even the whole Red River region were simply caught up in the grip of paranoia. When Kate started appearing it was during a time rife with complex issues. John Bell and his older sons had fought in the war of eighteen twelve which actually lasted until eighteen fifteen and may have returned home with PTSD. In eighteen fifteen. Tom bre in Indonesia erupted altering climates around the world and causing famine for the next few years. These societal issues fueled religious tent revivals across the US where people would speak in tongues and cast out demons due to the times and their fervent faith. The bell family were primed for delusional. Fantasy other theories are simpler, one explanation is that the bell homestead was built on secred native American land. Kate was a vengeful ghost disturbed from her turn arrest. John Bell had a business dispute with the difficult neighbor named Kate pats, although she claimed to have no connection to the poultry Geist many speculate. Kate Batts was a witch and cursed the bell family for revenge. Others surmise that Betsy is husband. Richard Powell wasn't a cultist. Richard was Betsy schoolteacher prior to being her husband allegedly in love with her for years. He conjured up the ghosts as a prank to get Betsy did dumper intended, Joshua Gardner mysteriously. Richard Powell's wife died around the time Betsy broke off her engagement to Joshua. Several descendants of the bell families still live in the greater Red River region long after Kate vanished. A number of Bell's descendants have had odd and possibly supernatural experiences. They've been attacked out of the blue my animals, especially mysterious dogs, herd ghostly voices and had items in their homes knocked to the floor. Ghostly images bright balls of light and the semi translucent outlines of mysterious figures have appeared in family pictures, several males of the bell family have died in tragic freak accidents at fairly young ages. Some descendants of the bell family have embraced the haunting appearing on TV shows and exploring the family lore others want. Nothing to do with the legend claiming that it makes their families seem crazy. When visiting atoms. There are a few places of great interest to the bell which legend to enjoy Abell family memorial can be found at bellwood cemetery. The city's civic offices are located in the former bell elementary school which was built in nineteen twenty and named for a descendant of John Bell. The office has a little museum in a community room, featuring pictures newspaper clippings and artifacts related to the bell. Which haunting a couple of old buildings have been relocated to applaud across from the school, including a log cabin with various artifacts built by John Bell around eighteen ten last, but not least you can visit Bellecave though, the bell family. No longer owns the original homestead the area has been turned into a museum complete with the recreation of the cabin the bell family lived in. During the time of the haunting the cave was a favorite player for Betsy her brothers and her friends one tale about Kate says that one day while playing in the cave, one of the children got stuck in a hole in a side tunnel. Kate pulled the child free some say that Kate retreated to the cave after eighteen twenty eight and still lingers there. There was a huge sign announcing the rules for the Bellecave posted on the side of the red barn. It said no alcohol profanity pets. Video cameras strictly. Prohibited met tried to take a goofy southeast himself and Carly in front of the sign, but Carly bailed giving her data. Look that indicated he was embarrassing her again Carly was eleven and lately everything her dad did seem to embarrass her. The teenage tour guide told spooky stories as she shepherded the small group through their reproduction at the bell cabin. Matt secretly thought the whole legend was a joke. However, currently seemed really into the tour. She walked them down the trail to the cave. The guide worried looked at the sky clouds were rolling in from the east. She warned them that they should leave the cave if it began to rain the little creek that ran through it could flood the cave was cool and moist few safety lights had been installed. But it was still plenty dark. The group seemed compelled to talk in hushed voices as though it was a sacred space. The rough stone walls were covered in Gouges, where native Americans had shipped loose chunks of Flint there were several rock formations including a limestone patch that resembled a witch in a hat out of nowhere in odd salty taste began to form and Matt's mouth his stomach felt funny. At first was just a sense of unease. But soon he felt like something was weighing him down pressing on his chest it exhausted him. He sat down on a large boulder in a corner to wait it out. As the storm outside began Matt told his daughter, they should go. The other tourists also leaving Carly nodded and headed toward the cave entrance. Matt tried to stand up, but couldn't his buddy felt well did to the rock. He tried to squirm. He could move his arms and legs, but not his torso. It was the strangest thing. Win suddenly swept through the cave. It was raining harder. Now, the water had reached his ankles and was rising quickly daddy realizing that he wasn't behind her Carly had turned back man was trying not to panic. He tried to wiggle, but his, but might as well have been made out of stone. The water was halfway up his shins his daughter pulled on his arms, but he didn't move an inch. Odd sound of the wind sent shivers down his spine everything about the storm. Here felt amplified at alive. It vibrated boomed off the walls mad could feel the torrent of the storm course through him from the rock upon which he was stuck crack of lightning hit the mouth of the cave and from the spotted hit the ground came a language wis of smoke, it drifted through the cave, and as a did so it shape, morphed growing limbs, and what looked like long tendrils of hair and just as Matt swore. He saw the shape of a woman the smoke disappeared. Suddenly Carly went still dropping her arms. Her face was blank, her eyes. Roll back in her head. She nodded slightly. She seemed to be listening to someone couldn't see. The water lapped at his waist. It's soaked through his pants and numbed his legs. It was knee deep on Carly Matt yelled to her to go for help. Finally, she blinked disoriented as if she was coming out of trance. This is hurricane. Matt's mouth went dry with fear. Kate was real and she wasn't going to let him go. Matt frantically begged for Kate's forgiveness pleading for his life for Carly's live all the while. The water was still rising his throat started to scratch, anti crew course, is voice was weak. Now Fetig against the sounds of the storm and just twenty was ready to abandon hope. Cates. Laughter echoed through the cave. And that came loose. He slipped in landed in the water. He struggled to his feet against the frantic stream and grabbed Carly's hand, the two of them waited toward the mouth of the cave leaning on each other to support their exhaustion, but moaning wind whipped up just as they reached the opening Carly paused listening to something only she could hear Matt looked at her and asked what the bell which set but Carly only smiled and shrugged. She allowed her father to hold your hand. All the way to the car. Tourists have reported all sorts of interesting occurrences when visiting the Bellecave hearing voices odd moaning gusts of wind seeing figures made of smoke feeling oppressed and weighed down physically or emotionally when the cave as if someone or something sitting on your chest hearing footsteps and growling tourists have been known to steal rocks from the Bellecave or the town of atoms. Souvenirs supposedly taking a mental is unknown. Oh, Kate hates it. Rocks are often shipped back to atoms with notes explaining that. They didn't believe in the curse until they were plagued with freakish, bad luck. If you choose to visit the Bellecave please follow the rules. No, filming no alcohol. Nope. Pets and no profanity choose appropriate footwear as the cave is often, quite wet and slippery. The we suggest ignoring the urge to take a pebble as a memento. You might end up. Regretting it listen to the tour guide stories. Respectfully, don't ask mocking questions or roll your eyes. Kate is out there watching and waiting for the right time to return. If you're not careful, she just may follow you home. Thanks for listening to haunted places. A new episode comes out every Thursday. Listen to all of par casts podcasts on apple podcasts. Spotify Stitcher, Google play cast box tune in or your favorite podcast directory. Many of you have asked how to help the show, and if you enjoy haunted places the best way to help is to leave a five star review. Wherever you listen. We'll see you next week haunted. 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Please God, please he should have just shot him to shut him up. But instead he lowered the gun and told him you have half an hour to pray. If God can come down and change the circumstances. You have that time Richard sat down and waited a half hour past God didn't show up. Richard never felt guilty after a murder. He never felt anything at all. But this time for the first time in his life. He found himself regretting what he'd done. He shouldn't have let it go down like that. By the time. He got back home to suburban Dumont, New Jersey, his wife and kids were already asleep. He changed his clothes made himself a Turkey sandwich and sat down to watch some TV. He wondered to himself why he was so cold and cruel. He didn't think he could change, but he wished he could understand it.