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Speaker 1: Haunted Moves. We've heard so many times about people who
Speaker 1: seem to attract paranormal and supernatural activity. They can have
Speaker 1: multiple experiences, whilst many others have none. But this short
Speaker 1: haunt is different. This short haunt tells the story of
Speaker 1: a person who appears to have the ability to actually
Speaker 1: sense the paranormal and supernatural, a kind of sixth sense
Speaker 1: if you like. Joanne's house moving history is a bit extensive,
Speaker 1: to say the least, and during the numerous moves between properties,
Speaker 1: some of them have proved to hold more than just
Speaker 1: good memories. They've held something else, something from the past,
Speaker 1: maybe something that may have crossed the veil and stayed
Speaker 1: in our dimension. But Joanne's story actually begins when she
Speaker 1: was just a young girl. So with that said, let's
Speaker 1: hand this over to Joanne. I grew up in the
Speaker 1: West Country in the nineteen seventies. When I was a
Speaker 1: little girl, my parents would take me to National Trust
Speaker 1: properties at the weekends and holidays because they were members
Speaker 1: and it was a cheap day out. Even at that age,
Speaker 1: I started to notice something odd. I'd enter a room
Speaker 1: in a National Trust property and get a peculiar sensation
Speaker 1: up the side of my neck and on my shoulder,
Speaker 1: as if someone was standing very close behind me, when
Speaker 1: nobody was at that point, the guide would invariably say,
Speaker 1: no doubt, due to the interest in the supernatural during
Speaker 1: that time, that this room was rumored to be haunted,
Speaker 1: and then they'd tell a lurid story about a murder
Speaker 1: that had taken place in that very room. To date,
Speaker 1: this feeling persists, and there are some places where I
Speaker 1: get that odd sensation. Very occasionally this will escalate to
Speaker 1: blinding headaches, resulting in me having to leave a room
Speaker 1: or property, but that only happened three times. In my thirties,
Speaker 1: I studied psychology and aced cognitive psychology my favorite module.
Speaker 1: This enabled me to ground myself in science and explain
Speaker 1: a lot of the things that happened to me, such
Speaker 1: as coincidences, sleep related hallucinations or tricks of perception. I
Speaker 1: also found out about low frequency sand waves such as
Speaker 1: infrasund and their effects on the brain. This enabled me
Speaker 1: to make peace with myself and to push the odd
Speaker 1: little things that occurred when I was younger and living
Speaker 1: a more bohemian lifestyle aside. Since then, though, I've moved
Speaker 1: around the country a lot, from the West Country to
Speaker 1: the Midlands, Scotland, the Southeast and Wales. I've lived in
Speaker 1: approximately eighteen properties and experienced things that I couldn't explain
Speaker 1: with my scientific brain in three of them. These are
Speaker 1: the stories of those properties. In nineteen ninety seven, my
Speaker 1: then boyfriend Richard and I moved into a house in Griffydam, Leicestershire.
Speaker 1: It was a new property and I think the people
Speaker 1: we were renting it off, mister and Missus Barker, had
Speaker 1: actually built it. We were very happy to be there.
Speaker 1: It had large rooms, it was airy, and the kitchen
Speaker 1: was awesome, which was great for me as I loved cooking,
Speaker 1: and the views at the back were stunning. We'd come
Speaker 1: from the center of Leicester, Braunston Town and a grim
Speaker 1: terraced house on Ravenhurst Road which was poorly maintained by
Speaker 1: the landlord and dark inside. Suddenly we were in this
Speaker 1: beautiful light space. We got on with unpacking and the
Speaker 1: various other tasks involved with moving into a new property.
Speaker 1: But as the day turned to evening, I started to
Speaker 1: get that sensation up my neck, and as I unpacked
Speaker 1: all the things for the kitchen, I thought I could
Speaker 1: see shadows from the corner of my eyes. I pushed
Speaker 1: it aside and got on with stuff, but I noticed
Speaker 1: that in the late afternoon and evening, I would get
Speaker 1: that strange feeling. It seemed to own get triggered when
Speaker 1: I was in an area or room towards the front
Speaker 1: of the house. The back of the house, the living room,
Speaker 1: dining room, and back bedroom were all fine. This didn't
Speaker 1: make any sense to me. Again, I tried to ignore
Speaker 1: it because I didn't want to be afraid of anything. Additionally,
Speaker 1: Richard and I did not have a happy relationship, and
Speaker 1: I didn't want to upset him the slightest thing and
Speaker 1: he'd freeze me out and sulk for days. I didn't
Speaker 1: have many friends at that time, so I relied on him.
Speaker 1: One evening, i'd come home from work. I worked as
Speaker 1: a secretary at the time because it was an easy
Speaker 1: way in those days to make money, and I had
Speaker 1: no interest in studying at that time of life. I
Speaker 1: was alone in the kitchen and my head was full
Speaker 1: of office gossip. I was chopping salad on the kitchen
Speaker 1: surface because it was a warm day and we were
Speaker 1: going to have a cold supper. I was thinking about
Speaker 1: work and the fact I was hungry and happily cutting
Speaker 1: up cucumbers and tomatoes. When I looked down past my elbow,
Speaker 1: and there was a pair of feet in fine black shoes.
Speaker 1: Attached to these feet were legs in black trousers. But
Speaker 1: that was as much as I could see from the
Speaker 1: angle I was stood at. I thought to myself, I
Speaker 1: didn't hear Richard come in, and why is he wearing
Speaker 1: smart shoes? I turned around and there was no one there.
Speaker 1: I dashed out of the kitchen through the lobby, which
Speaker 1: was a large area at the bottom of the stairs,
Speaker 1: and into the living room. There was Richard slouched on
Speaker 1: a chair, eyes fixed on the TV. I asked him
Speaker 1: if he'd been in the kitchen, and he said he hadn't.
Speaker 1: I told him there must be someone in the house
Speaker 1: because I'd seen someone behind me in the kitchen. Richard
Speaker 1: rose reluctantly and searched the house. All the doors were locked,
Speaker 1: and there was no one in the building except us.
Speaker 1: He went back to his TV show. I returned to
Speaker 1: the kitchen, but I could still feel the sensation in
Speaker 1: my neck and shoulder. Whatever it was, it was still here,
Speaker 1: and it wasn't a person. It was something else right.
Speaker 1: I thought, I can't be putting up with this, so
Speaker 1: I decided to have a little chat with it hi,
Speaker 1: I said, softly, confident that Richard wouldn't hear because the
Speaker 1: TV was on. I'm Joe and him in the living room.
Speaker 1: That's Richard. We're renting this place for a year. After
Speaker 1: a year will be gone. I know you've probably been
Speaker 1: around here a lot longer, and we won't disturb you.
Speaker 1: I was wondering, though, please, can you not come up
Speaker 1: behind me like that again? You see, you could scare
Speaker 1: me and I could drop a plate and smash it
Speaker 1: or something, and if I do that, he'll get angry
Speaker 1: with me because plates cost money and we don't have it.
Speaker 1: I then finished making dinner. After that conversation, nothing happened,
Speaker 1: and I wasn't scared. In that house, the electricity had
Speaker 1: a habit of going off, and it was always at
Speaker 1: around two am. For some reason. We had a prepaid
Speaker 1: meter which was located on the outside of the building,
Speaker 1: so to get the electricity back on, I'd have to
Speaker 1: creep downstairs in the pitch darkness, go through the lobby,
Speaker 1: which didn't have any windows, out of the house, and
Speaker 1: down to the meter. By pressing the emergency button, you'd
Speaker 1: get a few hours of electricity. Richard would never do this,
Speaker 1: so it was always left to me. But even this
Speaker 1: chore groping my way around in the dark, I still
Speaker 1: wasn't scared because I didn't have that feeling up the
Speaker 1: side of my neck. I knew I was alone and
Speaker 1: there wasn't anything waiting for me down there in the dark.
Speaker 1: When the twelve months was up, we moved out, and
Speaker 1: on the last day, as I was hacking boxes, I
Speaker 1: did feel the presence for the last time. It was
Speaker 1: as if it knew I was going and it wanted
Speaker 1: to say goodbye to me. This may have been entirely
Speaker 1: my imagination, but I do like to think that it
Speaker 1: came back to see me one last time. A few
Speaker 1: years later, around the year two thousand, I found myself
Speaker 1: living with another man who was to become my first husband.
Speaker 1: Up in Aberdeen. I was working as an administrative assistant
Speaker 1: in the public sector and a little group of us
Speaker 1: women used to go for coffee. One morning, one of
Speaker 1: the girls, whose name was Emma, said, there's a ghost
Speaker 1: in my house. We all looked up, somewhat surprised, as
Speaker 1: this was not the normal morning conversation. Emma went on
Speaker 1: to explain that in the morning she'd wake up and
Speaker 1: go to the bathroom, and while she was cleaning her teeth,
Speaker 1: the stereo in her room would turn itself on and
Speaker 1: loud music would begin blasting out, waking up her parents.
Speaker 1: As you can imagine, this got Emma into trouble as
Speaker 1: her parents didn't believe she wasn't doing it. Turn the
Speaker 1: stereo off at the mains, I suggested, I can't what
Speaker 1: if it went off when it was unplugged. I'd be
Speaker 1: so scared you. I remembered my experiences in Griffidam okay. So,
Speaker 1: say you've got a ghost in the house and it
Speaker 1: likes music, right, it always plays the Spice Girls for
Speaker 1: some reason, Emma replied. We all laughed at that. So
Speaker 1: I suggested, when you're by yourself, say to it that
Speaker 1: you understand it likes music, but it's turning the stereo
Speaker 1: on too loud, and it's getting you into trouble with
Speaker 1: your parents. Ask it to turn the music on quietly
Speaker 1: next time. That's a compromise. A few days went by
Speaker 1: and Emma said nothing of the experience again until I
Speaker 1: asked her, what about your ghost? Then she looked at
Speaker 1: me and said, very tersely, I did what you said,
Speaker 1: and when I came back from the bathroom. The music
Speaker 1: was playing really quietly. She never spoke of it again.
Speaker 1: I got the impression the outcome of my advice had
Speaker 1: frightened her more. As I mentioned earlier, I lived in
Speaker 1: eighteen properties over my somewhat chaotic life, but only three
Speaker 1: of them harbored experiences which I would deem paranormal. You've
Speaker 1: now heard about Griffidam, so let's move on to the
Speaker 1: next one, the house in Bosham, West Sussex, where I
Speaker 1: lived with my ex Jack, who is the father of
Speaker 1: my son. Jack and I were dreaming big when we
Speaker 1: bought the house in Bosham. We were child free and
Speaker 1: at the time both of us had good jobs. It
Speaker 1: was a beautiful detached five bedroom house on a corner plot.
Speaker 1: It was three stories tall and in the West Sussex
Speaker 1: Dark Skies conservation area, so there were no street lamps
Speaker 1: on the surrounding roads. It was and still remains my
Speaker 1: dream house. I even used to call it the House
Speaker 1: of dreams because quite frankly, we had our heads stuck
Speaker 1: in the clouds when we bought it. It would soon
Speaker 1: become very obvious that we couldn't actually afford it. When
Speaker 1: I first looked around the property. I sensed a bit
Speaker 1: of an atmosphere of dread in the attic conversion that
Speaker 1: housed bedrooms at the top of the house, but it
Speaker 1: wasn't enough to put me off. Speaking honestly, nothing could
Speaker 1: have put us off from buying that place. We put
Speaker 1: in an offer and it was accepted. There was the
Speaker 1: usual protracted house sale nightmare, but after what seemed like
Speaker 1: a lifetime, we finally moved in. Almost immediately I noticed
Speaker 1: things were a bit off. The washing machine would switch
Speaker 1: itself on, it would audibly beep, then the light would
Speaker 1: go on and it would begin running a cycle. We'd
Speaker 1: had that washing machine secondhand from Jack's parents, and they
Speaker 1: didn't report it doing anything like that, nor did it
Speaker 1: do it when we transferred it to the house in Cardiff.
Speaker 1: I also kept finding the back door open when I
Speaker 1: knew i'd shut it. I'd shut the door, certain that
Speaker 1: I'd locked it, only to find it unlocked and wide open.
Speaker 1: This happened regularly when we first moved in, but suddenly
Speaker 1: stopped with no explanation. Jack wasn't in the habit of
Speaker 1: leaving doors open, so this was strange. I wasn't doing
Speaker 1: anything differently either when it stopped happening, which didn't make sense.
Speaker 1: On one occasion, I was alone in the dining room
Speaker 1: doing some dusting when I felt something blow sharply in
Speaker 1: my ear. The strange incidents continued to happen, with another
Speaker 1: strange encounter occurring in the master bedroom. I was dusting
Speaker 1: when for some reason I turned around to be met
Speaker 1: with a cloud of mist floating by the bedside table.
Speaker 1: I stood looking at it for a while until it
Speaker 1: gradually faded away. I didn't feel so much frightened as fascinated.
Speaker 1: I didn't like being in the house by myself, but
Speaker 1: I'm a keen gardener, so I spent a lot of
Speaker 1: time outside when nothing ever really happened. Jack would roll
Speaker 1: his eyes at my experiences. Being a stornch atheist, he
Speaker 1: simply didn't believe in anything spiritual, paranormal, or supernatural. We
Speaker 1: eventually got two cats, Meg and Mark, and I still
Speaker 1: have Meg to this day, but even they knew there
Speaker 1: was something wrong with that house. Meg went missing for
Speaker 1: six weeks. We'd put up posters, searched all over for her,
Speaker 1: done everything we possibly could, but we couldn't find her.
Speaker 1: We'd given her up for lost or dead when suddenly
Speaker 1: we got a call from a vet to tell us
Speaker 1: someone had handed her in. I often wonder if something
Speaker 1: frightened her so much that she left the house and
Speaker 1: didn't want to come back. Mark had his own odd behaviors.
Speaker 1: He'd stand in the kitchen, sackles raised, staring through the
Speaker 1: dining room at something that I couldn't see, then cower.
Speaker 1: I'd tried to stroke him, jolly him out of it,
Speaker 1: but he remained terrified, so I'd take him in my
Speaker 1: arms and carry him through the dining room, past the
Speaker 1: hall where the front door was, and into the living room.
Speaker 1: Only then would he settle down. Tragically, Mag's life would
Speaker 1: come to an end far too soon. I went away
Speaker 1: to Geneva to deliver training at the International Labor Office,
Speaker 1: leaving Jack alone at the house. One night, Mag didn't
Speaker 1: come home, and he didn't turn up the next day either.
Speaker 1: Jack didn't want to worry me, so he didn't say
Speaker 1: anything when I called. A couple of days after Marg
Speaker 1: had vanished, Jack heard a terrible yowling coming from downstairs.
Speaker 1: It was late in the evening and Jack was upstairs.
Speaker 1: He raced down to find Mag in the hallway by
Speaker 1: the front door, howling. His back was broken, but he'd
Speaker 1: managed to drag himself back to the house on his
Speaker 1: two front legs. Somehow, through all the pain, he got
Speaker 1: through the cap flap. Jack immediately took him to the
Speaker 1: emergency vet, but there was no hope of recovery. The
Speaker 1: best thing to do for Mark was to end the
Speaker 1: pain and suffering, so he was put to sleep. When
Speaker 1: I returned, Jack told me what had happened, and when
Speaker 1: I was done crying, it suddenly occurred to me that
Speaker 1: the spot Jack found him was the same spot he
Speaker 1: used to stare at when he'd have his weird episodes
Speaker 1: in the kitchen. I didn't know what to make of
Speaker 1: it then, and I still don't know what to make
Speaker 1: of it now. My partner Jack had a child from
Speaker 1: a previous relationship called Laura, who used to stay with
Speaker 1: us every other weekend. One Sunday afternoon, we drove her
Speaker 1: back to her mum's then returned to the house, arriving
Speaker 1: late in the evening. We opened the back door as
Speaker 1: we never used the front door, and went into the kitchen.
Speaker 1: We poured ourselves a glass of wine and went into
Speaker 1: the living room. The whole house felt wrong. I can't
Speaker 1: explain it, but it felt vile, unwelcoming, cold and threatening.
Speaker 1: We sat in the living room and looked at each other.
Speaker 1: Jack I said, can you feel something a bit off
Speaker 1: about the house? Yes, he replied, it feels absolutely fucking
Speaker 1: horrible in here. Jack I replied, I can make this
Speaker 1: go away, but you have to work with me, okay,
Speaker 1: he said. We went through every room of that house,
Speaker 1: holding hands, telling each other that we owned this house
Speaker 1: and that we loved each other, and that we weren't
Speaker 1: prepared to put up with this. It sounds crazy, but
Speaker 1: everything pretty much stopped. A couple of months later, we
Speaker 1: were forced to admit our mortgage payments were too high
Speaker 1: and that we couldn't afford to continue living in the house.
Speaker 1: We made the decision to rent it out, moved to
Speaker 1: South Wales for a year because my work had offices there,
Speaker 1: and in Hampshire. We rented the house out and after
Speaker 1: a year the mortgage repayments went down significantly, so we
Speaker 1: decided to move back, determined this time to make a
Speaker 1: go of it. The tenants who had been renting the
Speaker 1: house were a large group of colleagues from Eastern Europe.
Speaker 1: During their tenancy, they didn't report anything untoward happening, but
Speaker 1: something seemed to stick out to me. They seemed to
Speaker 1: be incredibly eager to leave. This left us needing a
Speaker 1: lodger our first one. Vienna was fine in the house,
Speaker 1: and it certainly seemed a much nicer place to be
Speaker 1: than the previous time we'd live there. But Vienna moved
Speaker 1: on and Sarah moved in. Sarah didn't like being alone
Speaker 1: in the house at all, and when she told me
Speaker 1: that she was going to move out, she informed me
Speaker 1: of a conversation that she had with her blind grandmother
Speaker 1: after her grandmother had visited her at the house. Although
Speaker 1: Sarah thought the visit had gone well, her grandmother had
Speaker 1: apparently picked up on the strange, ominous atmosphere the house
Speaker 1: seemed to harbor, but she didn't tell Sarah about her
Speaker 1: feelings until she found out that Sarah was moving out.
Speaker 1: Sarah's grandmother was a psychic, and she told her that
Speaker 1: it was the right decision to leave because the house
Speaker 1: was haunted. She'd even performed a protection ritual in Sarah's room.
Speaker 1: Strangely enough, I never had any other experiences in that room,
Speaker 1: but I did have an unexpected problem. I was pregnant,
Speaker 1: and even with lodgers, we knew we wouldn't be able
Speaker 1: to afford to keep the house, so that was it.
Speaker 1: We sold the House of Dreams and moved to Cardiff
Speaker 1: eight months after our baby, Charlie was born. One thing
Speaker 1: I always knew but didn't really talk about, was the
Speaker 1: fact that the house was very moody. I know that
Speaker 1: sounds silly, but it's completely true, because sometimes it would
Speaker 1: feel okay, yet other times it felt menacing. As I've
Speaker 1: already described. One of our lodgers, Sophie described it perfectly
Speaker 1: by saying, it's like you're a guest and the house
Speaker 1: suddenly wants you to leave, like you're suddenly very unwelcome.
Speaker 1: That's exactly how it felt. I lasted about a year
Speaker 1: in Cardiff on good terms with Jack, but spent the
Speaker 1: next year breaking up with him. Family life didn't suit
Speaker 1: him well at all. We fell out with each other
Speaker 1: during COVID and I ended up moving into a small
Speaker 1: airb and b in Rowth, while Jack stayed in the
Speaker 1: Cardiff house until it was sold. We split custody of
Speaker 1: Charlie fifty fifty and in the meantime I'd put an
Speaker 1: offer in for a house in Cumbran, where I now live.
Speaker 1: Buying and selling houses is a nightmare to begin with,
Speaker 1: but in COVID it was even harder. Eventually, in June
Speaker 1: twenty twenty, I moved into my forever home in Cambran.
Speaker 1: The day I got the keys, I still had the
Speaker 1: AIRB and B, so the plan was to move to
Speaker 1: the new house gradually. I visited the house with Charlie,
Speaker 1: who was two at the time, to unpack some bits
Speaker 1: and pieces. The sellers couldn't get rid of their late
Speaker 1: mother's furniture because the charity shops were closed, so I
Speaker 1: ended up with all of it, including her bed, which
Speaker 1: I slept him for about six months until I could
Speaker 1: afford a new one. Charlie was incredibly excited, jumping up
Speaker 1: and down on the bed and exploring the new house.
Speaker 1: We were downstairs in the open plan dining and living
Speaker 1: room when the following conversation happened. Charlie stood in the
Speaker 1: living room and said, Mummy, who's that man? Who is
Speaker 1: what man? Pickle? I replied that man over there? He
Speaker 1: pointed towards the dining room. Oh can you see someone
Speaker 1: out the window? Darling, No, Mummy, he's in the room.
Speaker 1: Said Charlie. Okay, I said, but there is no man there, sweetheart.
Speaker 1: We went into the hall, and as I was getting
Speaker 1: my coat on, Charlie spoke again, who's that lady coming downstairs?
Speaker 1: I don't know, pickle, I said, and then we left.
Speaker 1: There had only been us in the house, and Charlie
Speaker 1: had never done that before, and he hasn't done it
Speaker 1: since the first week of living there. I was sleeping
Speaker 1: the nights on a dead woman's bed, trying to squeeze
Speaker 1: my furniture in with hers, negotiating all the COVID stuff,
Speaker 1: and trying to start a new life, which was difficult
Speaker 1: because my ex Jack was sleeping on the couch downstairs.
Speaker 1: His house purchase had fallen through and he needed somewhere
Speaker 1: to stay. One afternoon, Charlie was bouncing on the bed.
Speaker 1: Jack was lurking about downstairs, and I was coming out
Speaker 1: of the bathroom and onto the landing at the top
Speaker 1: of the stairs, and there she was, a woman in blue.
Speaker 1: She was there for a second and I saw her face,
Speaker 1: then she disappeared. At that point I lost my temper.
Speaker 1: Leave us alone, I snapped, in a quiet, hissy but
Speaker 1: angry voice, Get the fuck out this is my house
Speaker 1: and I will not put up with it. Nothing has
Speaker 1: happened since, but I must admit that I feel a
Speaker 1: bit sad because I never found out who the lady
Speaker 1: in blue was. She might have been a vision from
Speaker 1: God of the blessed Virgin Mary coming to reassure me
Speaker 1: that everything was okay, and I swore at her. I
Speaker 1: don't really believe that, but I did see her. I
Speaker 1: do know that when I said that nothing has happened since,
Speaker 1: that's not quite true. There is something that has remained
Speaker 1: since my swearing episode. As I mentioned, I love cooking
Speaker 1: and baking, and if I'm ever making something complicated, I
Speaker 1: always feel a presence in the kitchen, not one of
Speaker 1: dread or fear, but one of curiosity. I tend to
Speaker 1: think that it's either Glennis, the old lady who lived
Speaker 1: in the house before me before her death at the
Speaker 1: Royal Gwent Hospital, or Glennis's mum, who also lived and
Speaker 1: died in the house after a battle with cancer. According
Speaker 1: to the neighbors and Glennis's daughter, both Glennis and her
Speaker 1: mum were keen on baking. I now live very happily
Speaker 1: in my home in Combran, unbothered by anything strange or unusual.
Speaker 1: Jack is happily married and living fairly close by, which
Speaker 1: means he gets to see Charlie every weekend. Speaking of Charlie,
Speaker 1: he's now a thriving six year old. As for me, well,
Speaker 1: I also remarried and am happy and enjoying life. Maybe
Speaker 1: if Griffy dam had happened on its own, I could
Speaker 1: have made some kind of peace and stopped wondering about it.
Speaker 1: But this little epilogue to the story I can't explain.
Speaker 1: I've had other things happen that I can't fully comprehend,
Speaker 1: but these are the incidents that stand out in my mind.
Speaker 1: It's strange in a sense because now I've typed this
Speaker 1: out a sense of relief. It's been cathartic. Thanks for
Speaker 1: the podcast. My husband and I really like it. We
Speaker 1: like the way you present the facts and don't have
Speaker 1: any experts telling us how to think. It leaves us
Speaker 1: able to draw our own conclusions. One last thing, the
Speaker 1: one about the whale walls, was terrifying or the best Joanne? So,
Speaker 1: how do you explain the sensation that Joanne seems to
Speaker 1: be able to feel that strange feeling which travels through
Speaker 1: her shoulder and neck. Is this some sort of psychic power,
Speaker 1: a gift that has somehow been bestowed to her. Another
Speaker 1: thing that repeats in Joanne's story is the fact that
Speaker 1: whenever she's communicated with a presence in a particular property,
Speaker 1: it seems to have listened. Is this another aspect of
Speaker 1: her abilities, the power to be able to speak to
Speaker 1: the spirits in these houses? These questions may remain unanswered
Speaker 1: for years to come, but Joanne's abilities cannot be quashed
Speaker 1: as simple coincidence or natural occurrences. Something else seems to
Speaker 1: be at work here, something that may be way beyond
Speaker 1: our understanding. Is Joanne alone in the sense of her experiences?
Speaker 1: Maybe maybe not. But if you feel that you've got
Speaker 1: a similar story to tell, then get in touch with
Speaker 1: the show, because the next person's experience to feature as
Speaker 1: a short haunt could be yours. King