169. Real Scary Stories: A Cursed Church Camp, An Eerie Ranch, and The Deep Woods (Feat. Morgan Absher)

While coming back to "Harser's Pounding," I'm your host, Kaelin Moore. Today, I want to turn the microphone back to you guys. For listener appreciation month, I wanted to highlight some terrifying stories that you all sent to me. I'm talking about mysterious chanting coming from the backwoods in the Midwest, a church camp that had something demonic lurking in the cabins, and much more. You guys definitely did not disappoint. And speaking of listener appreciation month, I wanted to thank everyone who shared with me where they listened to our show on Instagram. I sent out a bunch of free goodies and I'm still sending out free merch to some of my favorites. So if you want to participate, you can share a photo and tag where I listen HSP. And I wanted to shout out Rin who listens while doing archival research in a very beautiful library. It's very "Harser's Pounding." Also, I wanted to continue to shout out our small business community. We have so many amazing, hardworking community members. I am truly always amazed. And today, I wanted to highlight "Rescued." "Rescued" is a resale boutique in Silvis, Illinois, co-founded by "Harser's Pounding" listener, Erin Granite. And the really cool thing about "Rescued" is they are a boutique that benefits pets in need. To date, they've donated over $1 million to help pets. So if you're in the service area, make sure to check them out. They also have an online merch store that I ordered a t-shirt from. You can find out more in the description, but seriously, thanks to Erin and rescued for their awesome work. And thank you to all of our amazing listeners. I am very grateful for each and every one of you. I loved doing listener appreciation month. And next month, I'm going to be back just me with one of the strangest disappearances I've read about. It happened in Washington. You're definitely going to want to listen to that. But for now, let's get into some of your stories with my good friend and the host of "Too Hot Takes" and "Cloose" Morgan Appshar. Morgan, welcome to the Rogue Detecting Society headquarters. Oh my gosh, that's what we're calling in here. I love that. Yeah. This is the headquarters. What are your first impressions? That's incredible. Oh, thank you. It's incredible. I'm going to take that saber tooth tiger skeleton thing home. I love that thing. Facebook Marketplace. I know. I love the market place. Talk about weird things on Facebook Marketplace. You're the amp is beautiful. We've got Gordy back there haunting me from afar. Now we have a lot of stuff too from listener small businesses now. Like this mug I got from Coco and Ducky, which is a listener small business that candle in the back. The candle is actually in the back from Wicked Wick candle company, which also listeners. That's amazing. That's really cool. We wanted to be very intentional about it and be like, what businesses do the listeners have? Oh, I think whatever link it you have behind you, yeah, that you have on you as well as listeners. I know. It's amazing. We have a lot of good stuff in here. You put together a really pretty studio. I'm so happy with it. I'm jealous. You're making me want to redo mine. I know. It was time for a refresh. I'm so happy that we were able to upgrade some stuff. So thank you for coming over. So today, what I wanted to do, I have a bunch of scary stories that listeners have sent in. Every couple of months, I feel like I reached out to the community and I'm like, send me your scary stories. They never disappoint. It's always very bizarre stuff happening to these people. I'm a little worried for them, but I wanted to dive into. I have curated a couple for us today to get into. I'm ready. So I want to read this first one that came in from a listener. It's called the House of Rules. And it goes, "Hey, Kaelin, I'm Snéha, writing to you from Kerala, India. Before anything else, I just wanted to say this. I've been binging hard starts pounding since the beginning of 2024 and I genuinely haven't been able to stop." That's very nice. Thank you so much. Kerala for context is India's southernmost state. As of 2025, it's one of the highest literacy rates in the country, roughly 95.3%. But literacy here has never erased belief. In fact, some of the most educated families I know are also the ones that quietly keep old rules. Don't whistle at night. Don't answer if someone calls your name after dusk. Don't sleep facing the east and less invited. Our folklore isn't loud. It doesn't announce itself with screams or apparitions. It works through obedience, ritual, and silence. What I'm sharing below is not a commonly told Kerala ghost story. It's something that happened to my great grandparents in 1904 during British rule. And my paternal grandmother was still a toddler. It was never written down, only spoken about once every few years, usually with the instruction. Don't repeat this outside the family, but I'm choosing to post it now. This is the house that followed the rules. I know what you're gonna be like, like goosebumps all over. In 1904, my great parents lived in a region that was thick with rubber trees, narrow canals, and land that never fully dries. The British had already established administrative offices there, and Indian clerks like my great grandfather were expected to function in two worlds, obedient to colonial authority outside the home and bound by ritual and hierarchy inside of it. Their house was not large, but it was precise. Everything in it followed rules. The front door was only opened after sunrise. Lamps were lit in pairs, never alone. Food was served, facing south, mirrors were covered after dusk. No one asked why. These were not superstitions, just instructions, passed down with the house. And the house was old enough to expect, compliance. One evening, a British officer arrived unannounced. This was unusual. Officers didn't just visit Indian homes unless there was trouble. He came on horseback, mugs splashed up to his boots, and he asked for water. When my great-grandmother brought it, he hesitated before drinking. This house, he said, does it belong to you? She answered honestly, no, we belong to it. He laughed, but he was a little uncomfortable. That night, something small changed in the house. The oil lamp in the prayer room flickered and then went out. It was relit the flame leaned sideways, as if it was being pulled by breath. My great-grandmother blamed the rain, she always blamed the rain first. But then the house began correcting them. If someone sat where they shouldn't, they started feeling ill. If food was served in the wrong order, it would spoil by morning. When my great-grandfather once slept with his head facing east, something that's strictly forbidden, he woke up unable to move his legs for hours. And then, the voice appeared. It didn't speak loudly, it didn't echo. It sounded like a thought, not sound, and it only spoke in instructions. Move the lamp, close the door, not that direction. My great-grandmother thought that she was losing her mind until my great-grandfather repeated the same instructions aloud one evening, finishing her sentence for her. They never spoke about it directly, and those days you didn't discuss these kinds of things, especially not under British rule where anything unexplained was labeled as hysteria or punished. And then my grandmother, barely two years old, began refusing to sleep. She would sit upright, staring at a wall, nodding slightly as if she was listening. When asked what she was doing, she said very calmly, "The house is teaching me." One afternoon, though, my great-grandmother broke a rule that she didn't know existed. She swept the inner corridor after sunset. That night, the house made its first demand. The voice spoke clearly now, no longer instructions, but expectations, you missed a corner. The next morning, my great-grandfather was summoned by the British administrative office. A complaint had been filed anonymously, accusing him of improper conduct. The details were intimate, specific. They were things that no one outside of the house should have known. The officer leaned forward and said, "Half joking, half serious. Your walls are very attentive." That night, the house no longer whispered. It was like it was speaking. Doors were opening and closing on their own. Footsteps moved through the rooms without bodies. My great-grandmother saw reflections where no one stood. Not faces, but just postures, as though something was practicing how to be human. Finally, the house issued a final instruction. Leave the child. They fled at dawn. They took nothing but their clothes at my grandmother, who screamed the entire journey. Not in fear, but in rage. She kept repeating the same sentence. I didn't finish learning. The house was abandoned soon after. British officer who had visited, died mysteriously within a year. The land was never sold. Even today locals say the structure is intact, clean, orderly, like it's waiting. Because some houses don't haunt you. They train you. Thank you for reading this, Kaelin, writing this felt like breaking a long-held silence and hearts are pounding felt like the only place it belonged. I loved that story when I first read it. Wow. I love it because it feels like family folklore, but also the idea of a house having rules. I think it's something that a lot of cultures practice. There's specific rituals that you have to follow or else you're breaking the order of things. I loved it. I'm blown away. I find it so interesting too that you have this story coming from India and the don't whistle back or whatever the whistle is. That whistling also pops up in Appalachia. There's so much where it's like, if you hear a whistle or you hear a name called, so it's like yeah, these stories kind of transcend cultures and geography. It's going so many different ways. And I always feel like if something shows up, there's like sleep paralysis demons that show up in Appalachia. Every culture all over the world and they always have the same symptoms, the same type of entity that comes into the room. The same look. The same look. Like people describe the same exact figure. There is a reason for it then. Like if it keeps showing up places, I just think that there's something to it. So yeah, the like don't whistling was really interesting. But then yeah, there's like little ones that are also kind of freaky. I know. Well, and it's like, the first thought that popped into my head was like, this is like the opposite of the Enconto house. Oh, no. Have you seen Enconto? I have not. Oh my gosh. What's the Enconto house? It's like just this house that has magical rooms and everyone gets their gift and the house then starts freaking out, but the house protects everyone and the house kind of takes care of the family and their powers and it was like the opposite where this house is almost just not feeling as friendly and nice. - Yeah, you don't want to mess with this one. This one's not giving you presents. - No, and the fact that it still sits empty and I think land has a lot of power, especially when tragic things have happened on that land. - Yeah, definitely. - I think that energy just sticks and it's interesting that no matter what is there, what structure that energy can kind of transform. - Has anything else happened in your house any other ghosty sightings? - You know, not recently. - Which is weird 'cause you're renovating and that's always the time where stuff pops up. - I know. We found out, 'cause we purchased this other house and shortly after three days after we closed, the old owner died and the wife was still present. - Oh wow. - And so they had boards where they marked their children's height and I wanted to gift them that once we started demo and I could get it out of the wall. - That is so thoughtful. - So we started demoing. I got my contractor to cut the boards out. I reached out to their realtor to be like, "Hey, can we make sure she gets this?" And she responded back, she passed away within a year. And she was 20 years, some odd years younger than him. And I'm just like, "Mmm, what?" - That's so sad. - And so I don't know. It's just like, can you reach out to the children and then you got it to the kids? - Oh, that's great, that's really great. - We got it to the kids now. But I'm just like, I took it to the studs 'cause there was a lot of mold and I definitely think the house has a new vibe but I still, like I wanna bring in someone who can kind of walk through and like, I don't know, like cleanse the house in an appropriate way. That's like, get a read on it. - Yeah, and just like, make sure that everything's settled 'cause I'm, as you know, I'm a believer, so. - Yeah, and you don't wanna mess with something. - No, no, if I had to cover my mirrors after, after dark. - Yeah, yeah. - Just to not see them in it, like that would, I would have to move. - Oh yeah. - I would have to move. - Oh, we just did a story too on another episode that we did last month about this girl who there was a gin in her mirror that fell in love with her. And that's a thing in, I guess like, in cultures where there's jins is like. - What? - Gin entities can live in your mirrors and if you like, look at yourself too long in the mirror and you're like, you're too vain or if you undress in front of a mirror, the gin can fall in love with you and become obsessed with you and try to like, fill you into the mirror realm. Which, did you ever do Bloody Mary as a kid? You definitely did. - Yeah, I definitely did. - You definitely did. - Yeah, I was always the one at the sleepover. Like, hey guys, would it be crazy if we like, all did Bloody Mary? But like, did you ever see anything in the mirror? - No, I don't think so. It was one of those things where we have sleepovers and like, one of my friends would always be like, I saw her. I'm like, you have no idea if she actually did. - Oh, I'm so excited for your little one to be three and start to hear all the stories. - I know, he's already, I always, like I already feel like he's interacting with some shadow realm 'cause he's always just like looking at something I can't see. So I'm just so curious what it's gonna be like when he gets a little older. - I know. - Truly already giving old soul. - I know. - Like, very aware. - Yes. - Like, and did you see, there was a trend for a while where people were posting their babies and like, basically being like, my baby was born, like, aware. - No. - We're gonna have to get you on that. - Yeah, I feel like I could do that trend too 'cause he already is just so awake. And like, he's starting to smile a little bit which is nice, but he has one facial expression and it's like, furrowed brow. Like, what are you doing? Like, that's his only facial expression. - He's so cute. All right, do you wanna read what I have for you next? - Yes, I'm going in blind. I'm so excited to see. - Okay, so this one you have labeled predictive dreams. Anna, wrote in. Hi, Kaelin, I'm a longtime listener and fan. What is your take on dreams that predict the future? This happened to me in 2021 while I was working at a chain restaurant that rhymes with curgur being. - I think I can guess what that one was. - I worked nights at the time and would usually get off at around 1 to 2 a.m. One night, I had a dream that I was closing up at work like usual. When on the surveillance camera monitor, I saw a hooded figure that was trying to break into my coworker's car. I loaded my coworker who immediately went outside to confront this hooded figure and the hooded figure ended up pulling out a gun and shooting my coworker, less killing him. This dream seemed so real to me. I still remember waking up, shaking from the nightmare and the big sigh of relief when I realized that it was just a dream. I don't normally have super realistic dreams like that. I mentioned my dream to my coworker the very next day and told him about my dream and how he died. I still remember after I told him about my dream. He told me that if someone was trying to break into his car, that is exactly what he would do. He would just go out and confront them. My coworker was a hothead who worked out religiously and was not afraid of confrontation. He was a strong guy. At the time, we brushed it off as a weird dream. Three days after I had my dream, the exact scenario played out in real life. We were closing up and on the surveillance camera monitor, my manager mentioned to us that there was a hooded figure next to my coworker's car. And it looked like he was trying to break into it. Instead of rushing out to confront the man like he did in my dream, my coworker set off the alarm of his car to scare the guy off. It worked and the guy hid behind some of the bushes at the edge of our parking lot. We could see on the camera exactly where he was at. We figured that eventually he would leave the area and since no crime was technically committed, none of us felt the need to call the police. Cut to 30 to 45 minutes later and we were done with closing the store. And the guy was still behind the bushes. We all walked out as a group and we could see that the man was still hiding behind the bushes and he was looking at us. Normally, after we were done with our shifts, we liked to hang out around the parking lot outside and chat for a bit before we all went our separate ways. We still planned on doing that this night, even though there was a stranger watching us from the bushes. We figured that we had enough strength in numbers and that the guy was harmless because he hadn't really done anything dangerous at the time. My manager, on the other hand, did not like the vibes this guy was giving off. She decided to drive by him to see what he was doing and to get a closer look at him. Right after she slowly drove by the guy, she immediately sped up and drove back to us, going in a circle. She told us that we all had to leave immediately because she saw that the guy had a gun. He was holding it in his hand when she passed by. After we heard that, we all immediately ran to our cars like chickens with their heads cut off and when the man saw this, he started to slowly walk towards us. I swear, we all left skid marks in the parking lot trying to leave so fast. I could see the man walking towards my car in my rear view mirror when I was pulling out. The next day, my coworker confessed to me that when he saw the man messing with his car, trying to break in, his first instinct was to confront the guy, but he remembered the dream that I had told him and he stopped himself. He told me that that was the only reason he did not confront the man was because of my dream. Even though he had brushed it off as a weird dream, something in his gut told him to take it seriously. I haven't had any other dreams like that since then. It still gives me the chills to think about how I had a dream that almost came true three days later. But because I told my coworker about my dream, I possibly saved his life. - Wow. I believe that predictive dreams definitely. - 100%, 100%. - I have had a listener reach out and I think it was on my dad's show when we did like a spooky episode and she predicts family members' deaths. She's very tied in. And her grandma was tied into the psychic realm and like, wow. Family history of it. And she can predict people's deaths. And she gets like a glimmer, but isn't quite sure who it is. She just gets like feelings through her dreams or something like that. And so then it's kind of like, well, God, who's it gonna be? And so it's really, really tough for her. - That's so scary. Does she like reach out to the people and tell them, hey, I had this dream about you? - No, because I don't think she gets enough, but she knows it's coming. - Oh, okay. - And she can get like kind of a vibe. - Ooh. - Like it's a feminine energy on my husband's side. - Oh, okay. - But she doesn't know who. - So she just gets it's getting the feeling. - Yeah. - Okay, wow. I mean, it's really dark to think about, but I don't think I would want someone to tell me. - I mean, I don't know me. If it was something like this, really, it's preventable. - Yeah. - Like, hey, it's kind of wild, but I had this dream that someone outside of our, fast food job, like, shot you. I would want them to tell me. - I think. - I think so. I think if it's something that you can potentially change your fate, but then some people believe that like, no, your fate is set. Doesn't matter what knowledge you have, it's not gonna help. - Yeah. - But it helped here. - It did help here. - Like this was remarkable. - Unless it becomes like a final destination kind of thing where you cheated death and then now, it's just gonna come collect at some point. - Mm-hmm. - Which also kind of freaks me out, but. - No. Have you ever had a predictive dream? - No, I've had a lot of visitation dreams from like loved ones after they've passed, but not any predictive dreams that are standing out. - Mm, I had both at the same time. Did I tell you about this? - No. - So I had a predictive dream from someone who passed away, who came to me in a dream. - I just got the chills. - A family member who passed away that told me I was gonna have, a boy, and it was actually a year before I got the envelope and read what the gender was. A year to the day, which is really freaky. I remember us talking about this because I remember you saying I've had a dream from someone and they told me what gender my baby will be. And you weren't even pregnant yet. You weren't like, it was so early on and you're like, I guess I'll see if it's true once it happens. And here you are now having what they said. A boy? Yeah, exactly. Because I left the envelope in the car and I had the dream a year before and then we were going to just do a little gender reveal in our apartment. And the night before we did that, I had a dream that Matt couldn't wait. So he broke into my car to get the envelope out and opened it. Oh my gosh. The first that it was a boy. That is, that's a remarkable dream to have. I know. It was really cool. And yeah, for it to be, yeah, a visitation dream and a predictive future dream. That's incredible. Interesting. Insane. Really wild. Yeah, I think people are just tapped into stuff and I think when you dream, you just can kind of plug into something that we don't have access to when we're awake. I feel like we're more accessible for spirits as well. Yeah. There's something about dreaming. We're not awake. We're not dead. Like it feels like such a limbo state to me where it feels like we're easier to reach. Yes. And that's why I think sleep paralysis, I don't, I think it is like something. I know. I think it's a demon. Sleep paralysis so much. I think I was just like talking about it. Have you? Do you have it? Yeah, I do. I do. I've had it since college. And like absolutely. I remember I had this one really scary episode of sleep paralysis where I always got like a really bad vibe from like one of the crawl spaces in our house in Austin when we lived there. Oh, wow. And one night Matt had a cold. So I went and I slept up in the guest bed. And I had the most, truly most harrowing sleep paralysis that I've ever had where I woke up. Actually, I woke up and Gordie was in my arms, which he wasn't. Like Gordie's in the other room, but I wake up and like Gordie, my stuffed haunted monkey doll is in my arms just and his head slowly turns to me and then his eyes just melt off of his face. And you still kept him. And I kept him because I don't think I don't think that was really Gordie in my heart. I'm like, yes, we've had so much activity with Gordie, but I, in my heart, I believe he's good. Like, look at him. He's actually woke up woke up. Was he in your arms? No. He was still in the other room. Okay. But this is the same house where you thought your dog got out of the crate and you heard stuff running around upstairs. Yes. But nothing was up there except Gordie, right? After I got Gordie, I put him in the studio and we also got the puppy at the same time. We got young Fitzgerald at the same time in Fitzgerald is and was a menace. And so we would hear like galloping upstairs and that would be like, where's the dog? And so I'd run upstairs and be like, oh, the dog got upstairs. He wasn't supposed to be up there on his own. He was just a puppy. He peed everywhere. So I would like run to go get him and I get up to the studio. Fitzgerald's not there. But Gordie is just looking right at me. So I don't know what is in Gordie. It's either like tame at your new spot. So tame. So maybe it was the house possessing Gordie. I think it was something about the upstairs of that house. The upstairs was also in addition. It was built like 40 years after the house was built. So there was just something about the upstairs that was off. I know. Gosh. I've only walls could speak. I know. But sometimes you can get a person who can come in and kind of like get a sense of the area and tell you what it's trying to say. That's what I need. So if anyone out there has the ability to tune in, please come walk through my new house with me and help me figure out how to bless it. I haven't even really asked that of the community. Like I know we have people in the community that are really tapped into stuff. And I've had community members like, I post it. So see that doll back there. So I'll put up a picture of it, but my grandma, when you're for Christmas, she like sent me that doll. She's like, I found this in my basement. Oh my gosh. So she sent it to me. And I posted a picture of it and one one one one listener was like, dude, I'm getting really, really, really horrible. Like I'm really plugged into this stuff. Like I'm getting a really bad read from that doll. And I was like, oh, yeah, so I kind of keep her over there. We haven't had any house anymore. But I'm so curious. I know not my house in the studio is fine, as long as she doesn't like unplug the equipment and stuff. But yeah, listeners that are plugged into that stuff, hit me up. Let me know. We can face time. I'll show you like certain areas of my house if you can tell me if it's haunted. Yeah. I would also sign me up. Maybe we, you know, two birds one stone, but I think dolls are something that are really, they seem easy to haunt. I mean, obviously we have Annabelle and the Conjuring where that's based on a real story. But I saw a video lately of a woman who like got these dolls from a garage sale and like felt that they were haunted. And so she was getting them back to the right culture so the culture could take care of the dolls and the way that they want. But it's just, I think dolls are one of those things that are so if a spirit gets into it. It just, it feels so powerful. Yeah. I think Gordy's culture is like, well hers for sure is like ill Victorian children. But I don't know how I'd return her, but Gordy's just, I don't know, Texas, Little Kids in Texas. Yeah. And he came from. All right. I want to read you this next one that I found from a listener. I'm ready. It also made me stop in my tracks and kind of let me down a rabbit hole that I want to tell you about. Oh gosh. And I hope, I'm curious if I teach this listener anything from like what I, what I learned. And just a heads up. This one has a little bit of animal abuse, like animal gore. So this story is titled hide and seek and it comes from Valentina and it goes, hi. I'm Valentina. This story comes all the way from Argentina, so I apologize in advance for any typos English is not my first language. I've always lived in the city. I was born and raised here, but part of my extended family lives deep in the countryside. There are no forests or mountains there, just flat plains with some low hills and endless grass. When I was eight years old, I traveled there for a week during mid summer with my grandparents and other relatives. Their land was divided into three distinct areas, a creek that ran through the property, my family's house which was surrounded by animal pens and had a massive 7 meter high shed for machinery attached to it. And finally, just a few meters from the main entrance, the original owner's house. It was a four bedroom house with high ceilings beautifully enclosed by hundreds of tall pine trees. It was very secluded, but not too far from my family's home. On the second to last day of our stay, my family and I went to the creek to cool off because the heat was unbearable. We walked several meters along the bank until we stopped, yet in our tracks. A foul, horrific stench filled the air. There, under a tree by the water's edge lay a cow. It was utilated from its legs up to its back with deep gashes as if it had been hunted by something. The adults claimed that another animal had caused its death, but they didn't sound convinced. I suspected they only said it to us children so that we wouldn't be scared. There were no predators in that area capable of inflicting such large, deep wounds. And night fell, we children decided to play hide and seek in the pitch black darkness of the fields, trying to act brave. The rules were simple, one person counted, and the others hid. We weren't allowed to go past the fences surrounding the house and we strictly could not go near the big pine trees of the big house, as it was too easy to get lost or hurt among the trees in the dark. I had the misfortune of losing around, so I had to count to 100. I didn't realize how dark it was until I finished counting and had to start searching. Moving away from the only porch light was easy at first, but after 15 minutes, I was still missing two people. My cousin, who had already been found, started helping me because I was the youngest and I was struggling. We searched for over a half hour. Eventually, we started shouting that we were bored and if they didn't come out, we would just leave them out there alone. Right then, a loud, heavy thud came from the trees of the big house. We yelled again, reminding them that hiding there was against the rules, but there was no answer, only another thud. Just as loud as the first. We slowly approached, terrified as the moonlight only allowed us to see the dark silhouettes of the pines. Suddenly, from behind us, the two missing kids shouted, "We won, you didn't find us!" My oldest cousin asked, "Where were you?" and they started laughing, replying, "We were under the truck the whole time." Everyone turned around and ran back to the house for dinner, but before following them, I couldn't help but glance at the trees one last time. In the shadows, I vaguely made out a strange figure moving quickly toward the back of the grove. I ran inside and tried to explain what I had seen, but nobody believed me. They told me I was just imagining things because I was scared, and they insisted I eat before my food got cold. I didn't bring it up again. After midnight, we all went to bed. I slept in my cousin's room with the other small children. The window faced the wooded area of the big house, about the distance of five park trucks away. I fell asleep quickly from exhaustion, but we were soon jolted awake by the youngest child's frantic crying. He was calling for his mother in desperation, staring fixedly at the window. I sat up terrified and looked in the same direction. There, at the top of one of the trees, sat someone. It looked like a woman, but her body was distorted, too small for the size of her head, with incredibly long white hair. She was just sitting there, staring in our direction. The only thing moving was her hair and the wind. Her face was unreadable from that distance, but she did not look happy. Less than five seconds later, my aunts and grandparents burst into the room alerted by the screaming. They found half of us paralyzed with fear and the other half grumpy from being woken up. I didn't know how to explain what I saw to them, so they would believe me. I just started crying and I begged my grandparents to let me sleep with them. It's been the rest of the night squeezed between them, unable to close my eyes, consumed by terror. The next morning, no one asked any questions. To the adults, it was just kids being afraid of the dark. We packed our bags and left for home. I haven't returned to that field since. I was eight then, and I'm 21 now. I can still recall the sensation of knowing that woman was there. Even when I couldn't see her, I knew that she was waiting for someone to look at her again. - Oh my gosh. - Ooh. - At first, I'm like, okay, animals like a big cat could have pulled a smaller animal, not a cow, but like a smaller animal into a tree and it fell for the thud. But the minute I hear woman, gray hair blowing in the wind, no, no, no, no. So I looked it up 'cause I had heard about, I just wanted to look up like cow mutilation, Argentina. Just kind of like figure out what was going on. - What's the lore? - And what I found was that Argentina has had an issue with very strange, unexplainable cow mutilations for a very long time. So this was an article that I found. This one is from June 4th of 2025, but it reads, "So recent." An Argentine rancher was left scratching his head after one of his cows was mysteriously slain in a manner that bore the hallmarks of the infamous cattle mutilation phenomenon. According to a local media report, the downed animal was found on Monday morning in the community of Centalon. Nelson Biordo recalled how he was alerted to the strange situation by a farm hand who stumbled upon the dead cow and marveled to him that it appeared as if something had tried to quote, "rip its face off." When the rancher went out to investigate, he was shaken and mystified by what he saw. And there was a picture included that I saw him. I'm not gonna show it to people because it's pretty intense, but it doesn't look like anything an animal would do. But it's like, as if someone took the skin all off here, so you can see the teeth, it's like something ripped off, but it's really clean and surgically precise almost, as if someone just ripped off the skin from the face. Now, a predator wouldn't necessarily do that. It doesn't look like something was trying to eat the cow. - That's the thing. I'm not an animal expert by any means, but you watch things like Planet Earth, little David Attenborough, and it's, if an animal is gonna take down a cow, you think most of it would then be eaten. - Yes. - And there's other animals like sometimes cows will defend or like a donkey or a llama are really like protectors of a herd. That's why they'll often have them mixed in. They're guardian animals. - Yeah. - But if it's gone, a donkey's gonna then stick with the rest of the herd and it's so interesting. - Oh yeah, that is interesting. I don't know. I need animal experts to chime in. - I know. I found another article two from 2002, where there were 200 cattle, one horse and a handful of sheep slain with surgical accuracy. That comes from this article. - Was it at the same farm? - It was not. This one was in La Pampa and also Buenos Aires. But according to witnesses, mostly local farmers, the mutilated cattle were found lying dead in pastures with only some parts missing. Some witnesses maintained that the animals were found without a trace of blood around them. Authorities investigating the incidents say, however, they did find some blood near the scene of the slangs. And so the-- - Like what's gonna take down a whole cow, but yet not really leave any evidence of it. - People immediately, so this is finding part, the article goes on to say, some Argentines believe that the animals were slotted by extraterrestrials or those entranced by passing UFO. Others say that the slangs were the handiwork of chupacabras, a mythical beast that is half bat and half kangaroo with razor-like claws, capable of dissecting the cows with pinpoint precision. - Very, very like tons of chupacabra lore. - Wow. - In that part of the world too. And then others think the whole bovine mystery is an attempt by the government to distract Argentines from the country's ongoing economic collapse. - You know, conspiracy theories sometimes. - Sometimes there's a threat of truth and there. - That is fascinating. - Yeah, so I just thought that was interesting that she also, who even knows if that's related to this other thing that she saw in the tree 'cause that's really scary, but the fact that she also stumbled upon one of these very mysteriously butchered cows. - Which in such a close time span. - Yeah. - It feels like it would then be connected. - I'm so curious about the cow mutilation. 'Cause I know there was also an issue in Wyoming, maybe I don't know if we have any experts in this in the audience. Like parts of America too have had these like really mysterious cow mutilation cases where people are like, is it UFOs, is it aliens? What do they do? Are they taking samples? - The only thing that's like kind of pinging for me is marine biologists were discovering sharks. That the sharks were missing like an organ and it was taken out with such precise surgical like technique almost. And they started to put it together that it was actually dolphins doing it. - Dolphins are organ harvesting sharks. Is there like a black market? - We should probably Google this. - We should Google this before I leave people astray. - But I'm pretty sure. - Dolphins are low-key evil though. - I didn't realize dolphins and like orcas like killer whales. They will like mess with little penguins just for sport. I have a hard time watching killer whale videos. I've just seen a lot of planet Earth lately. - Okay, I see what happened question marks. - Trying to solve mystery of 15 foot white shark missing its liver and let's see. DNA evidence has confirmed that killer whales in Australia hunted a white shark for its liver, marking the first recorded case in the region. The carcass discovered in Victoria showed telltale bite wounds with genetic analysis linking the attack to killer whales. - There's something else that I've seen where it's like dolphins are being a little crazy, but killer whales, I'm talking about. - White whales just taking the liver. - Just the liver. - And there's something, there was something about it. So I'm like, that's where I'm like, okay, maybe if there's like one common thing in this cow necropsy where I'm like, we can kind of like see like, oh, it's just the cow's liver, it's just a kidney. I'm like, maybe there's an animal out there that just has a taste for that delicacy. - It does kind of look like it. So these findings provide compelling evidence of killer whale predation on white sharks and Australian waters with a strong indication of selective liver consumption. Like, it might just be a palette thing for them. - But they were so confused. They're like, why wouldn't the whole shark be gone? - Of course. - It's just a liver. - That is blowing my mind. This is a rabbit hole I'm gonna dive into later. - Just wait 'til you learn that killer whales are teaching other killer whales to attack boats. - Yeah, I was whale culture. Like, whale culture is a thing where like, how humans have culture. Whales are like the only other species that have culture. So every few years, the headline pops up that about the salmon hats, like killer whales wearing salmon hats and like scientists can't figure out why, but it was like a thing they also did in the 80s and then they started doing it again recently. And it's because killer whales, again, I'm gonna have to factor all of this. But from what I saw, killer whales, it's usually, it's mostly the grandmas that teach young kids things. So, but like, these whales are so smart that they remember things. So they'll learn how to kill a stingray by flipping it upside down. And then they'll teach the young whales that, but it's only that part of whales that does it. And that's not similar of any other species on the earth except for humans. But it's so, they're just so smart. - That's amazing. - So smart and like kind of evil. - Apparently. - Oh, I know. - Which is like maybe a bad combo. - No, I'm fascinated by this cow lore now though. I'm like, this is wild. Cow lore and killer whale lore, adding it to the episode list 'cause like, oh my gosh. But yeah, that one freaked me out. The stuff, I don't know. Like the woman sitting in the tree. I don't know. What was it? Sound off in the comments. - It's something. It's definitely something. - All right, do you wanna read the next one you have? - Yes. Okay, this one is Backwoods Encounter, coming from Sage. Hey, Kaelin, happy New Year, and congratulations on the new baby. - Oh, thank you. I also have an early January birthday. - Okay, Capricorn. - Hey. - As a fellow fan of cryptids, ghost stories, and how history can haunt the present, I've enjoyed your podcast for a while, and finally decided to pass along an experience that happened to me several years ago. Perhaps it can be included in a future episode of spooky/unknown encounters from the woods. My mother was born and raised in Michigan, so I've gone there to visit family and friends ever since I was little. In July 2017, my mom took my two younger sisters and I to visit family friends in a new home. They had moved further north in Michigan, their new house was isolated. No neighbors nearby, unreliable Wi-Fi, and woods stretching as far as you could see. The surroundings were beautiful, but we were truly in the middle of nowhere. For reference, I grew up in and currently live in the heart of a decent sized city. While I love the woods, I don't like being in them once it gets dark. The people we were visiting, a husband and wife who were good friends with my mom, lived in the main house. Also on the property was a smaller building that they had renovated into a guest house. My family and I were the first ones to stay there. It was connected to the main house via a path through the woods, but the trees were so thick that you couldn't see one from the other, even at night when the lights were on. My mom and I were staying in one room. My sisters would share another just down the hall. The guesthouse had large windows around most of the building. One of the windows had curtains. This made all four of us a bit uneasy. In the city, everyone knows to close your curtains before it gets dark. Here, once the lights were on at night, it felt like we were on full display to whatever, or whoever, might be out in the woods. There weren't any locks on the doors, beyond a tiny pin lock, which of course wouldn't do much. For someone who grew up being taught the importance of locking your doors, this made me even more uneasy. At first night, long after we had all gone to bed, I woke up to a strange sound. I'm a light sleeper, but it took several moments for me to realize I wasn't dreaming. What I heard is hard to describe. A terrible, loud cry, half-below, and half-chant that didn't sound like a true language. I remember laying there, frozen in fearful confusion, and trying to shake off the haze of sleep, just named to something absolutely foreign and utterly inhuman that seemed to be getting louder and nearer every moment. Without warning beneath the sheets, I felt my mom's hand wrap around mine. She didn't move, and neither did I, but through the darkness, she spoke four brief words. I hear it too. Together we laid there, I remember daring only to move my eyes, convinced that I'd soon see something enormous and feral on the other side of those huge, cartonless windows. What I expected to see, I had no idea, but something was certainly out there. The closest comparison for the sound I can think of is heavy metal music. The guttural harsh vocals, which, to the untrained ear, often seem like they aren't actually using a real language. In all honesty though, I'm a huge fan of metal and rock, so I'm no stranger to the crazy inhuman sounds. What I heard that July night was unlike any band I'd ever played, and it was so loud. Time didn't seem to exist as we listened and waited. Eventually the terrible sound started to fade as if it was moving away. In a burst of bravery, I hopped out of bed and hurried to the front door to make sure the little pinlock was secured. Even then, I knew it was such a silly thing to do. With some sort of big foot or other creature was out there, that pinlock wouldn't have done much. The city girl in me was so accustomed to always locking your doors and locking your car that it felt instinctive, like I had a veneer of protection. After scurrying back to bed, I realized my two sisters were still sleeping just a few yards away in another room. Had they heard whatever my mom and I did, they would have come tearing down the hall into our room. The fact that neither had a woken was unsettling to say the least. I have no idea what time of night it was, as I was just drifting back to sleep I heard the guttural cries again, much fainter and further away. Thankfully, after that brief reoccurrence, I slept until morning. I remember being so relieved to see daylight. The woods feel much less intimidating when the sun is out and the sky is blue. My sisters made no mention of hearing anything sinister during the night. My mom and I made a tacit agreement to not bring it up and frighten them. After all, we were staying there a few more nights. Later, we went to the main house for breakfast. I remember discreetly asking the couple who lived there if they had heard anything at all. Neither had. That sound never reappeared during the rest of our visit, but I have never forgotten it, nor will I ever forget how frightened I was at the sheer magnitude of unfamiliarity of such a roar. I still remember my mom's hand finding mine under the covers that night and how her voice sounded when she said she could hear it too. For some reason, only she and I were able to hear whatever was out there that night, even though there were four other people nearby who should have been able to. Several years have passed since then, I've shared that experience with a handful of people, all of whom have been equal parts frightened and puzzled about the sounds source. Back home in the city, I've tried to rationalize what I heard. Still, out there in the depths of Michigan's woods, I truly wonder if it could have been a big foot or some similar creature I've been fascinated by cryptids since I was a child. It's one thing to be thrilled and intrigued by such tales from the safety and familiarity of home. It's quite another to be faced with the possibility of something unknown and ominous right outside your door. What do you think it could have been, as anyone else ever experienced something similar in the wilderness of Michigan? Well, I mean, you're from the Midwest. What's out there? Minnesota, man. We're basically neighbors. There's a lot of legends. I had a friend's cab and I went to one night and he was like, "If you ever hear drums outside, make sure you get back." Like, I think drums was a common thing in northern Minnesota. Interesting. Kinda reminds me of the night marchers in Hawaii. Oh. Yeah. We talk about them in an episode, I'll link it in the description, but they're the spirits of old soldiers of the Hawaiian tribes, when it was tribal soldiers. And so at night, if you're camping near the beach or just out in the near the woods, whatever, you'll see kind of a line of lights and it's their torches. Wow. And you'll start hearing the drums and then it's like a line of ghost soldiers that I walked past you. And you cannot. Well, what are the rules? You can't look at them. I know. So you have to close your eyes and look at the ground, which is so scary to me. Yeah. But it's so out of control where you're just like, "Okay, let me stand here and not make a sound and look down." And close my eyes. It's just. Yeah. You're like at whatever it is is mercy. Yes. Yeah. Oh, I hated it so much. But when I was talking about the Great Lakes for an episode, I was reading about how old the tribes were that lived in the area, like thousands of years old. I mean, there's so many different tribes all across, I mean, the United States, but especially I feel like the Midwest, like there were so many different tribes along the lakes and. Yeah. Norther and Minnesota and Northern Michigan, the UP. Used to not be lakes. Right. They were plains. Yeah. That's why there's like all these kind of like cities underneath the Great Lakes from those communities. They're now finding like the Stonehenge underwater. Yeah. Yeah. Under water. Yeah. It was somewhere up there. I believe it was like. It's one of the Great Lakes. I mean, they're finding canoes that are 10,000 years old that they're now getting out. And I mean, there's some amazing indigenous folklore and stories that maybe would explain the sound. The chanting. The chanting. I'm so curious about. Because it sounds like metal music. I know. That was an interesting detail. And why can only they mom and our writer hear it versus the other people? Well, that's the thing with the night marchers too. I think it's like family lore. And sometimes it's like your ancestors too, so the only specific people can see them. Wow. So maybe it was something tied to that, but that's really scary too that the mom saw. I know. Can you imagine just being there? And like, I think all of us can feel that like heart racing stomach just falls out from underneath you when you're like scared and all of a sudden you're just trying not to move, trying not to breathe too loudly and a hand reaches for you. And it's like, yeah, you know, your mom's next to you, but still to just like have that just yeah, that physical touch just kind of be like, have you gone out in the woods much? No. Out there. In Minnesota. Minnesota. It's been much time like camping or anything. You know, I used to when I was growing up, we'd go like, portage like where you'd bring all your supplies in a canoe and go stay on an island and my brother goes up to the boundary waters every year whenever they can get like, it's like a lottery to go get a past to go through. Yeah. I didn't realize how intense it is to be able to do it. So he'll go up there with a group of friends and they, you know, sometimes we'll take gummies even. I'm like, that is very brave. But I haven't, I haven't gone up there a lot. I'm, I'm genuinely, I'm scared of the dark like I really, you know, even walking across my property at night, there's not a lot of light. It's pitch black and so I tend to avoid experiences like that. Yeah. The, the property where you had your buddy. I know. I can't even imagine at night. Like, there's so much, I would just picture someone in the trees watching me. You do. And that's just, I think the unknown of like this story too with like the windows and like the minute you have lights on and it's dark outside. Like you know you're in like a box that's lit up where anyone can see you. And I think a lot of times in the woods, in the dark at night, there's a lot of things that can see you and you would never know they're there. I know. I would think about that. That was like growing up. We had a room that was all windows and then woods and the Connecticut woods are really scary. Yeah. Nope. Nope. There's a lot of spooky stuff going on in Connecticut, but I always just felt like a fish in a barrel like, oh, they can see me, but I can't see them because all the lights are on in here and they're just out there staring at me because I'm a nine year old girl and they're just like waiting to come. I always, always, always had that fear. Yeah. And just like, I believe in Bigfoot. So I'm like, I don't know, maybe it was Bigfoot blasting some sort of sound. Yeah. So the other Bigfoot, I don't, I really, I don't mess with it. You know what I read the other day that I was really surprised about? So Bigfoot is mostly associated with like the Pacific Northwest, but guess what state has the number two most Bigfoot sightings? I was shocked when I learned this. Tennessee. Florida. Oh, the Everglades. The Everglades. Yeah. There's a lot. The Everglades, man. Something's going on down there. let's see Louisiana also being one that just like really would ping for like, I mean, it's such a spooky paranormal state. There's so much slurps. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I know. I'm prepping a Everglades episode right now. Actually, that's going to come out in a few weeks. And the thing I've learned about the Everglades is one don't go there ever, like under any circumstance, because you're just going to see something you don't want to see because of how many bodies get dumped there. It is the, and I'm saying this, because I trust my audience, but like, it is literally the perfect place to dump a body. Alligators, alligators, the heat, the element, humidity, the second a body goes into the Everglades, it's gone. There's like, really no hope that you'll ever find it. It was a total fluke if they find people that have been up there. And but it's so sad because people in the area know that too. So like, they take advantage of it, but really scary. Wow. Everglades stuff. Wow, wow, wow. Really freaks me out. Okay, I have one more for you. Okay. This one, the title is church camp curse. So of course, I had to throw it in here. This it comes from Sarah. And it reads, when I was in high school, I was a youth leader at my church, where my dad was the youth pastor. And we would have spring and fall retreat for the confirmation students. Oh, I'm having flashbacks. As a Catholic, I'm having flashbacks. One spring retreat, I decided to go up early with my dad and set up because my best friend at the time, Janine was one of the weekend leaders. And I thought it would be fun to go up early with her. Well, we get there. And the small group of teenagers or myself all get assigned to preparing the cabins for the arrival of the confirmation students. Janine and I decided to get preparing our cabin over with. So we could put our bags down. We walked up to our cabin door. And it was locked. That was weird, because we were told by one of the center managers that they'd unlocked all the doors of each cabin before we got there. The others got into their cabins all right, while ours was the only one that was locked. Now the way that these cabins were set up, there were two sides, both sides are the exact same, five to six bunk beds, a communal style bathroom, and a balcony sleeping level for one to two shop rounds. Both sides have doors to enter from so there wasn't any walking through the adults area. So remembering that there was another door, I decided to go around, let myself in through that door, go up to the balcony, and then back down to the other side to let Janine in. I first yelled to Janine that the door on the second side was unlocked, but I felt like I was in a bubble. I realized, after the fact now, it was weird that Janine couldn't hear me yelling or that I couldn't hear anything around me. Granted, I tend to be soft spoken, but this felt weird. I didn't think much of it. I just decided to go through the cabin and open the door where she was waiting. But when I opened the door with a playful boo, Janine was nowhere to be found. I lugged in our bags that still sat by the door, knowing that she was about to try and scare me like she always did. A few seconds later, I heard slow footsteps on the stairs on the other side. And Janine emerged with a serious annoyed look on her face. As she came down the steps, she asked, "Why didn't you let me in?" I asked her what she meant, and she told me that she tried opening the door again, and it led up, but I kept holding it shut and didn't say anything nor did I let her open the door, which is why she went through the other side. I immediately felt chills. I told her I had barely gotten to the side until about 15 to 30 seconds before she came through the other side. And when I opened the door, she was the one who wasn't there. She said she was pulling, but someone else was definitely on the other side keeping the door closed. I told her to stop trying to scare me and we both did not relent, chalking it up to the other one, taking a joke too far. So we set up the cabin with name tags and such, and then we went up over to the second side to do the same. While setting up, now within each other's sites, we heard the door on the first side open, and then shut with a massive slam. Janine and I looked at each other with wide eyes as we heard footsteps on the cement floor, and footsteps on the wood stairs leading up to the balcony, each step sounding with a creek. We watched the balcony where someone would have appeared by this point, but there was nothing. Janine yelled, "Hello, and I felt my heart start pounding," as no one answered. We quickly finished the last of our tasks before racing out of the cabin. We checked the other door and it was slightly open. We look inside, no one. Our other friends came out of some of their cabins, so we knew that it wasn't them. Janine and I tried to shake it off and continued doing our other tasks to prepare for the arrival of the confirmation students. That night, we took the students to the cabins and assigned them to each. Everyone got ready for bed and then chose their beds. Janine and I chose the bunk closest to the door and across from the balcony. Janine asked me to take the top bunk, and after a bit of protest, I agreed, despite eating the top bunk due to my fear of heights. We turned the lights off and everyone settled in and fell asleep. I fell asleep, no problem. But then, at 3am on the dot, I woke up in a cold sweat, ear paralyzing every bone in my body. At this time in my life, it was never usually one to wake up multiple times in the night, and typically, I slept very deeply, not even loud noises would wake me up. I tried to keep my eyes closed, but they ended up flying open. I looked around in the dark and my eyes finally landed on a very dark corner in the balcony. My eyes were completely still and focused on this corner. I knew if I tried, I was able to move, and I didn't feel like I couldn't breathe. So I know that this wasn't sleep paralysis, but I felt like I was tied to that position, regardless. I felt a level of fear throughout my body that I've never felt before. And as a self-proclaimed security cat, it was a truly unsettling fear that had my very being terrified to the core. Though I couldn't see exactly what was in the balcony corner, I knew one thing. It hated me, and it hated everyone in this cabin. It thought that this was its home, and it wanted us out. This went on until about 3.30 in the morning, me stuck staring, hoping and praying that I actually didn't see whatever it was. Finally, I forced myself to say a Hail Mary, a Lord's Prayer, and a glory be, and I felt the heavy feeling lift. I got myself to move and snuck into Janine's bed, and she immediately let me into her bed when I told her something was scaring me. The next morning, we were talking about it, and she told me that she also felt something staring at her after I got into her bed until about 4 in the morning. She said she had vivid, weird dreams about the balcony, and whatever was there, when she eventually did fall asleep, which a few others sleeping in the cabin said they also had. Being teenagers, we started joking about it until a religious chaperone seemed genuinely disturbed. He grabbed another chaperone, Kristen, who was known to be very religious, but also in tune with the spiritual paranormal realm. Kristen sat us down and how does tell her what was going on, and we started with what happened when we first arrived. After we told her everything, Kristen made us take her to the cabin where she pointed exactly to the spot that I had been stuck staring at for all that time, and she said he's right there. Oh my gosh. I felt chills roll down my spine as she continued to explain to me that it was convinced we were there intruding on its home, and it targeted me since I was the first one to cross into its living space when I went to initially open the door and crossed through the balcony. Kristen decided to do a small exorcism as she pulled out her Bible. It wasn't quite as dramatic as the movies, but weird things did begin to happen. I felt sick to my stomach as the temperature turned ice cold and whispers filled my head. I saw one of my hair ties fly up from the ground and hover midair. I could feel the spirits anger as she expelled it from the cabin. Kristen went up to the balcony and cleansed the area with holy water. Steam started to rise from where she blessed. The foundation of the floor started shaking. It was terrifying, and I just remember being so thirsty and tired after this whole ordeal. Then, just like that, it was done. I no longer felt terrified just being inside the cabin. And that night I slept peacefully until the morning prayer bell the next morning. I have never spoken about it with Janine Sense, and it feels like a distant dream at this point. I used a huge skeptic about the paranormal and supernatural stuff. And I wanted none of the ghost stories to be real, as I was very easily scared. Now, I'm still a little skeptical, but I've had different paranormal experiences. But thankfully, they have all been friendly ones with relatives who have passed away. And that's their story. Oh my gosh, the whole time. I'm like, get the holy water out. Get it out. I know. Get it out. There's something about like religious places being haunted that feels so much. Yes. Like more intense. Yeah. Like it's a yeah. Yeah. Like there, there's something just hanging out there anyways, waiting to come in. Yeah. And it's like, what is it about this church camp that would draw this spirit? Matt worked out a camp in Texas that was a Catholic camp. Okay. And then became like a non-denominational Christian camp. And they always said that there was weird stuff going on. And like really supernatural scary stuff. But not even not just like, oh, there's a ghost of like the old man that used to work here. Like something demonic at the camp. Yeah. Like did he see anything or what were what were the rumors there? I have to get the specifics from him. I should have talked to him about it before. But I'll get the specifics from him. Phone a friend. Phone a friend. Wait, maybe he'll come in. Matt, we have a question. Real quick. He scared. That camp you worked at in Texas, that was Catholic, that was like haunted. What was the deal with it? I'm popping out for our celebs. You're slugging up. Like, come sit. What? Tell me about the dragon one again. The dragon ones. So there were like these adult football coaches in Texas who were there for a retreat. And so one of of them was like in the shower, it's like, you know, we had like showers away from the cabins like at night. So one of them's away. He says he sees this like dragon like sort of spirit figure thing. So he literally runs screaming like out of the like through the woods like with a towel. A dragon, that feels kind of like demonic spooky. Yeah. Very demonic spooky. Weird things would happen like we had a ropes wall like ropes course wall. And nobody was climbing it. There was like stuff sitting at the top and like someone was sitting like below it. And there's like no went somehow like this heavy thing falls off the top and like hits someone on the head and like knocks them unconscious. We had one like kid who ever went thought was like possessed who like tried to drown this like girl in the river. Did they try to do it exercises like because it was it still a religious camp. It was still well, it was like it was weird. So like dependent on the week you were there. So like some weeks it was religious in some weeks it was not. Some weeks it was like Catholic. Some like it was Protestant. So it was it was quite funny. We're the Catholic weeks more haunted. I would be curious to do a case study weeks were maybe less haunted. I don't know maybe because priests were there. So the demons were in hiding. I don't know. There was weird. Yeah, there was a kid who like scratched everyone. And then like whenever the name Jesus was said he would like freak out. Oh, so actually was maybe possessed. Yeah. Yeah. If you ever seen like the passion of the Christ and there's the those weird kids who were possessed like at the end it was like the only time I've ever seen anything like that where there's like nothing in the eyes it's just like black. Yeah. When they would do like a salvation night and then like across the river we live in the middle of nowhere. Hill Country in Texas actually varying near where all the floods were that killed unfortunately the same exact area. There were like all the sudden like lights would show up like in the woods. There's like no houses but there were like weird lights like across the river. It was very bizarre. Do you think it was haunted because the camp was religious or do you think there was like something on the land there before? I think it was for sure haunted because it was like a Catholic camp before. That's what we were saying. That's what Morgan and I were saying. No, thank you for your insight. So there you go. Yeah. And now Morgan. You guys should have seen my face off camera. My jaw was dropped the whole time. The demon in the shower. No, that's scary. Especially when it's like a football coach running. Clearly like you'd think it's not a guy that would probably react lightly like it's legit and the shower when you're you know very vulnerable just close your eyes watching your hair doing stuff like no. Oh, that's really creepy. Did you ever go to a religious camp? I never went to a religious camp. My mom was like very my parents were very no camps. Not a lot of sleepovers until we were like older like 15-16. I'm just like now kind of realizing this. Like we were very kind of like monitored with who we would stay with. Yeah. But the school I think it was in like sixth grade in Minnesota. We went to this camp camp Miller and it was just like one night and I got good vibes there. Yeah. But no nor religious ties at that camp. So right. Again, I wonder if it is. If anyone's gone to a religious camp, let me know. Well, you almost wonder like hearing the stories about these kids that like scratch people and just like you wonder if the parents send them to these camps in hopes maybe a little extrism that has performed on Timmy or Prist intervention will happen. Yeah. Ooh, I know that gets into really dangerous territory real fast. Absolutely. Yeah. That's insane. Yeah. I cannot even imagine seeing holy water steam off of a deck. I'm just I'm gonna say with these for quite some time. But that's how you know it's working. That's how you know you're at a good camp and the people there are like actually effectively getting rid of the demons. I feel better being at that camp with that girl there or that woman there at the shopper room. Oh, I love her. Get rid of the demons. Can she come to my house? I'm going to email this. Can she come over? Wow. Oh, that was spooky. Okay. That's all I have for today are listener stories. And once again, if you guys are listening and you have a story that you've always wanted to send me, you can check out heartherspounding.com. We have a form there and you can send us any paranormal encounter that you've had other stories too. Like honestly, we've had really interesting stories from listeners on like close encounters with like scary people and predictive dreams like anything that you think would be good on the show. Please send it to us. I know. So I love these episodes. I'm just like so fascinated by them. We still need to do the psychic dinner. Oh, yeah. The psychic you like go into a room privately with a psychic and each have your own turn and then after you have due dinner and like talk about it. Because I'll get into. Haunted house. I gotta. We're gonna do some time for the haunted house we talked about. Oh, yeah. Which one was that one that was in Kentucky? Oh, yeah. We have a lot that we have to do the tuberculosis asylum. Oh, the Waverly Hills. Yeah, we definitely have to do that. It's a big one on my list. It's so crazy because it's like I want to do it, but I'm so so scared. Like genuinely scared. And I don't. That's what I do. Just be scared, but like do it, you know. I think you could. I think if we were there, I don't want anything to attach itself to me. And how do you prevent that? I don't think it would because that like Waverly Hills is it's like tuberculosis patients. It's not necessarily anything demonic because I'm not even necessarily anything evil or bad. Yeah, because I've heard in New Orleans, I really want to do a good New Orleans trip and tour and see like everything there. But people are like do not accept anything from someone. If someone offers you something, do not accept it. So I need like the rules so that if I do yeah, buck up and have the courage that I do it kosher. I mean, the nice thing with New Orleans is so many people that are so knowledgeable. You get a really good tour guide, like just hire someone really knowledgeable at the area to make sure that like we're safe. Okay, but I think we could do it. I think that'd be fun. That'll be your little side quest at some point. Okay, I'm ready. Okay, awesome. Well, thank you so much for joining me here at the Rogue Detecting Society headquarters. Thank you for having me. I need a shirt with that on it. I know. Yeah, I have to get you like a, we have these really cool notebooks that say Rogue Detecting Society. Let's go. I'll get you one. Okay, that's all we have for this week. Join us next week here again for another episode and I'll see you guys next time. Bye. Bye. Hearts Arts Pounding is written and produced by me, Kayla Moore. Hearts Arts Pounding is also produced by Matt Brown, our associate producer is Juno Hobbs, sound design and mixed by Red Room Creative. Special thanks to Travis Dunlap, Jason Jurnigan and the team at WME. Have a heart pounding story or a case request. 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