Jack & Chelsea [Patreon Preview]

Welcome to the other world Patreon, I'm your host, Jack Wagner. This week, we have a bonus episode that I really loved, and maybe I'm a little bit biased on this one because it comes from a couple named Jack and Chelsea, which is of course my name and the name of my wife, which is very strange. Funny enough, we also have an episode coming in the future from people who share my last name as well, possible long lost relatives of mine, who knows. Luckily, that is the only thing I have in common with these four people because both of the stories are extremely frightening. We have been hard at work recently recording so many new episodes, many, many scary ones. In fact, we have done enough that we have some excellent bonus episodes coming for you, like the one you're about to hear right now. Like I said, this comes from Jack and Chelsea. They were dating at the time, sitting in Cincinnati and the whole saga began when they moved into a very old brick house. At first, this was a really fun house. They had tons of roommates, they had lots of parties, lots of late nights, everything was lighthearted and fun, but eventually, strange things started to happen. And living in this house finally became a very terrifying experience. At first, the things that were happening to Jack and Chelsea were so random and seemingly unrelated, and I think for that reason, along with the positive atmosphere in this house, made it possible for this thing to sort of creep up on them until it became very bad. These events are also super unique and there are a couple moments in the story that I still can't stop thinking about. This is just going to be a short preview. If you want to hear the entire bonus episode, along with all our other bonus episodes, you could sign up at patreon.com/otherworld. I'm going to call this episode Jack and Chelsea, and you're listening to the other world Patreon. My name is Jack Ellenberger. I'm 35 years old. I reside in Cincinnati, Ohio, and currently, I work at a custom upholstery shop. Well, I work in the wood shop part of it, so the company makes big banquets and stuff for fancy restaurants, hotels, sports stadiums, stuff like that. Anything that you see on the actual upholstered articles, items, anything that is visible that's not upholstery, I do that part. Hard wood, laminate, all sorts of things that are underneath or around the upholstery. Like the wooden armrest on a movie theater seat? Yeah, exactly. Or like the back of a big long bench or the under the plinth of the whatever it might be. Like what people stick gum on. Exactly. Exactly. The underside stuff. You must hate that. Well, I just started working there recently, so I hadn't gotten any gum yet. I grew up in Cincinnati. I went to Walnut Hills High School. I met Chelsea at Walnut Hills High School. You know, we kind of, we were in the same friend group, but we were never dating during high school. And so I got to know her, like, you know, partying and hanging out around town different areas. And then one time I went to the Red River Gorge, which is a little geological area in Kentucky, which is really cool. And she was on the same trip and it was like a big friend group. And that's we got together on that trip. And I still lived in Kentucky during that time. And we started dating. So I would go back and forth between Cincinnati and Kentucky. And she was living in a house in Northside. And that's the house that I would always go visit her. And after I moved back to Cincinnati, I didn't know where, what I was going to do. But since I was dating Chelsea, she said, well, should we just do what we want to move in here? So I moved into this house that she was living in. And during this time, you know, we were all college age, early college age, tons of people always around. It was like an art house. It was like musicians always there, people coming and going people, quote unquote, subletting rooms, you know, for months at a time. So it was like a big party all the time. And that's when that's what I moved into when I finally did move back to Cincinnati. In the Northside neighborhood, it's it's a cool, it's a cute little neighborhood. It has a big residential side. And it has a main, like a main drag Hamilton Avenue. And that's where all the businesses are and stuff. And this house that she lived in that we lived in is on another main cross street. Pull an avenue. And the house itself is, it's a big brick house, a three story building. And it kind of has like sister houses next to it. And they were all built during the same time. And they kind of had the same aesthetic, you know, they have similar porches and similar cornice things, big brick building, not like a row house, but kind of, you know, because they, they were similar next to each other. And it's a quiet neighborhood at that point. I mean, it's always a little bit wild because the the neighborhood itself is very liberal. So there's a lot of like nightlife going on. But that area was pretty quiet. When I first moved into the house, I felt nothing but good vibes. And you know, all of our friends were always over. And I never felt anything except for that the house itself was old. You know, it's, it was a late 1800s brick house. And it had, had character, shall we say, it was a pretty decrepit apartment. So there were just things about it that were like, you understood why it was so cheap because it was like cracked up linoleum floors and string, you know, some trim missing on places. And the basement was always pretty weird though. It was like a, it was like a scary old almost dirt floor type basement. You know, it was like, it was weird down there. But that was the only weird thing that I ever initially thought about this place because I was like, you know, a rough and ready part of your guy who was in photojournalism school. So I was just taking the world on and living life with my friends. And so I wasn't, I wasn't disturbed by the house at all. You know, like I said, there's all these people always around. And I was, my whole friend group was a bunch of artists and musicians. And there was a kind of like a incubator bar where all these musicians would have shows and stuff. And one of my good friends started this music series called Monday nights at the comment that the bar was called the comment. So we would all gather at the comment and we would all support each other. And, you know, they would have musicians, they would have bands from out of town come. They'd have local bands playing. It was always a big fun sort of experimental vibe every Monday. And since I was going to school for photojournalism, I would take photos of all the bands. And I would compile these photos. And I would, you know, use it for promotional material for the series itself. And I would give all the photos to the bands for them for their own promotional stuff. So I would stay at the comment till the close, you know, watching all the bands, taking photos of the bands and stuff. And I, I would always close down the bar. So every time I would go home on a Monday night, I'd be getting back around three in the morning, you know, two, 30 or three in the morning. And the first instance of any strange activity was after one of these Monday nights at the comment, I came home and it was very late. And at this point, there were ten ins living on the first floor. There was a couple living on the first floor. And then Chelsea and I lived on the second floor with, I think, three other people at this time. But when I got home that night, it was totally dead. I mean, it was three in the morning. So everyone was asleep. And I walked in the front door and there's like the little four-year area where you could either go through the door to the first floor attendance apartment, or you could send the stairs to the second floor apartment, second and third floor apartment, which we lived on the second floor. So I walked in and it's dead quiet in there because everyone's asleep. And when I opened the door and walked in, I heard a little sound, like a little tinkling sound. And the closest way that I could describe this sound is if you've ever heard a cat playing with a bottle cap or something on the floor, where they're batting it around back and forth. It's like tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt. So I hear this sound and I'm like, what's that sound? You know, it's 3 o'clock in the morning. I'm looking around in this little small four-year room, and I don't see a cat and I don't see anything that could be making this sound. But as soon as I like listen for the sound, so identify the sound, sound stopped. And I was like, huh, it's strange. So then I took a couple of steps to go upstairs. And when I start hearing the sound louder and I'm like, what is that sound? So I stop and as soon as I stop, the sound stops. And at this point, I just stood there silently for like probably a minute, I don't know like a minute or two, just looking around, trying to see if there was anything in this little hallway that could be making the sound, felt my pants to see if I had some jangly change. You know, my keys didn't sound like the sound. I look up, there's a bike hanging there. I jump up and down to see if there is some vibration that's making the bike jingle or whatever. But there's nothing. And I'm just standing there. And I'm like, here, what is that? What is that? So finally, I start walking up again. And I like get to the stairs. And as soon as I start walking up those stairs, this tinking sound just starts like, just starts going crazy. And I just literally ran up the stairs. I was like, what the, I don't know what that is. Like I don't know what that is. And I'm going to go upstairs now because I can't figure that out.