Podcasts about Coincidence

Jean-Luc Brunel, the French modeling agent and longtime associate of Jeffrey Epstein, was found dead in his La Santé prison cell in Paris on February 19, 2022, in what authorities immediately labeled a suicide by hanging. Brunel had been under investigation for rape, sexual harassment, and the trafficking of minors, accused by several women—including Virginia Giuffre—of grooming and supplying underage models to Epstein and other powerful men. His death occurred before his case could reach trial, instantly reigniting suspicions about how another key figure in the Epstein network could die under eerily similar circumstances to Epstein himself. Victims expressed outrage, saying Brunel's death robbed them of justice and silenced a potential witness who might have revealed more about the structure and reach of Epstein's global operation.The official narrative—that Brunel's death was a suicide—sparked widespread skepticism and frustration across France and beyond. Reports emerged that Brunel had been on suicide watch previously, prompting questions about prison oversight, security lapses, and whether his death was preventable—or possibly convenient. Critics drew parallels to Epstein's own jailhouse death in 2019, arguing that both men's sudden “suicides” effectively closed critical avenues of investigation into elite sex-trafficking networks. French prosecutors confirmed no foul play was “immediately suspected,” but they acknowledged the timing and circumstances raised understandable public concern. To this day, Brunel's death remains shrouded in doubt, a haunting echo of a global scandal that continues to expose the failures of institutions to deliver full accountability.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.com

Dr. Bernard Beitman graduated from Mount Pleasant High School in Wilmington, Delaware in 1960 at #5 Grade Point Average. He majored in Chemistry at Swarthmore College and was one of two outstanding pre-medical students. He attended Yale Medical School graduating in 1964. He did his one-year general medicine internship at Mount Zion Medical Center in San Francisco and then completed the three-year psychiatric residency at Stanford in 1974 after working in the U.S Public Health Service Hospital in San Francisco from 1971-1973 as the hospital's psychiatrist.He then joined the faculty of the department of psychiatry at the University of Washington in Seattle. After ten years there he was denied tenure and then joined the faculty at the University of Missouri-Columbia, where he became a world leader in the study of chest pain and panic disorder which led to his becoming chair of the psychiatry department. (A door closes, and a big window opens.) Building on his book The Structure of Individual Psychotherapy, he created the book Learning Psychotherapy which was taught to half the psychiatric residency training programs in the United States. In 2006 he started formal research into coincidences and then, in 2009, moved to Charlottesville, Virginia, to join the Division of Perceptual Studies of the University of Virginia, which supported his coincidence work as a non-paid faculty member. As a “recovering academic,” he led the development of The Coincidence Project.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/next-level-soul-podcast-with-alex-ferrari--4858435/support.

Some hauntings never end. They don't stay in basements or bedrooms—they follow you, waiting years if they must, to strike again. This is the true ghost story of Kevin from South Florida, a man whose life has been stalked by shadows since childhood. It began with tragedy—the death of his sister, the grief of his father's passing—and it deepened when Kevin turned to a Ouija board to seek answers. The board responded, not with comfort, but with something darker. A voice. A presence. A name: Zam. From that moment on, Kevin's life spiraled into real haunting phenomena: objects moving, radios screaming static, nights of crushing weight pinning him to his bed, and even blackouts where his own family swore his eyes didn't look like his own. At his lowest, Kevin turned to cutting, convinced he was losing himself to something he couldn't control. Then came the intervention—prayers, deliverance, a fragile peace that lasted nearly a decade. But demons are patient. Just days ago, after attending a Halloween fetish party in a former theater, Kevin discovered his phone had sent a text to a number no one should ever message: 666. The chilling words: “Be there in 15.” Coincidence? Glitch? Or a sign that the thing Kevin once encountered has been waiting all this time? This isn't just a scary story. It's a warning about grief, curiosity, and the doors we open without realizing what waits on the other side. #TrueGhostStory #RealHaunting #OuijaBoard #DemonEncounter #ParanormalActivity #PossessionStory #HauntedLife #Exorcism #ScaryStory #Supernatural #DarkPresence #666 Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

Some hauntings never end. They don't stay in basements or bedrooms—they follow you, waiting years if they must, to strike again. This is the true ghost story of Kevin from South Florida, a man whose life has been stalked by shadows since childhood. It began with tragedy—the death of his sister, the grief of his father's passing—and it deepened when Kevin turned to a Ouija board to seek answers. The board responded, not with comfort, but with something darker. A voice. A presence. A name: Zam. From that moment on, Kevin's life spiraled into real haunting phenomena: objects moving, radios screaming static, nights of crushing weight pinning him to his bed, and even blackouts where his own family swore his eyes didn't look like his own. At his lowest, Kevin turned to cutting, convinced he was losing himself to something he couldn't control. Then came the intervention—prayers, deliverance, a fragile peace that lasted nearly a decade. But demons are patient. Just days ago, after attending a Halloween fetish party in a former theater, Kevin discovered his phone had sent a text to a number no one should ever message: 666. The chilling words: “Be there in 15.” Coincidence? Glitch? Or a sign that the thing Kevin once encountered has been waiting all this time? This isn't just a scary story. It's a warning about grief, curiosity, and the doors we open without realizing what waits on the other side. #TrueGhostStory #RealHaunting #OuijaBoard #DemonEncounter #ParanormalActivity #PossessionStory #HauntedLife #Exorcism #ScaryStory #Supernatural #DarkPresence #666 Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

Jean-Luc Brunel, the French modeling agent and longtime associate of Jeffrey Epstein, was found dead in his La Santé prison cell in Paris on February 19, 2022, in what authorities immediately labeled a suicide by hanging. Brunel had been under investigation for rape, sexual harassment, and the trafficking of minors, accused by several women—including Virginia Giuffre—of grooming and supplying underage models to Epstein and other powerful men. His death occurred before his case could reach trial, instantly reigniting suspicions about how another key figure in the Epstein network could die under eerily similar circumstances to Epstein himself. Victims expressed outrage, saying Brunel's death robbed them of justice and silenced a potential witness who might have revealed more about the structure and reach of Epstein's global operation.The official narrative—that Brunel's death was a suicide—sparked widespread skepticism and frustration across France and beyond. Reports emerged that Brunel had been on suicide watch previously, prompting questions about prison oversight, security lapses, and whether his death was preventable—or possibly convenient. Critics drew parallels to Epstein's own jailhouse death in 2019, arguing that both men's sudden “suicides” effectively closed critical avenues of investigation into elite sex-trafficking networks. French prosecutors confirmed no foul play was “immediately suspected,” but they acknowledged the timing and circumstances raised understandable public concern. To this day, Brunel's death remains shrouded in doubt, a haunting echo of a global scandal that continues to expose the failures of institutions to deliver full accountability.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

Harvard astrophysicist Avi Loeb joins Brian Keating to discuss a groundbreaking observation: the HiRISE camera on NASA's Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter has imaged 3I/ATLAS, a rare interstellar visitor, from the vantage point of Mars. In this episode, we explore: • What HiRISE detected and why it matters for planetary science. • How interstellar objects like ʻOumuamua and 3I/ATLAS challenge our theories. • Why Mars may become an ideal outpost for detecting future interstellar visitors. • The implications for astrobiology, planetary defense, and our search for extraterrestrial technology. ✨ Just as the 1977 “Wow! Signal” jolted radio astronomers with a one-time unexplained burst, 3I/ATLAS may be its optical cousin—an anomalous, fleeting, but potentially transformative messenger. Loeb even calculated that 3I/ATLAS's trajectory passed within about one degree of the Wow! Signal's sky position, making the connection more than metaphorical. Ignoring such rare alignments risks repeating history: anomalies slip through our fingers while orthodoxy insists nothing unusual happened. The Wow! Signal warned us of the danger of complacency; 3I/ATLAS reminds us that cosmic surprises often lurk at the margins of expectation, carrying lessons we may miss if we force every mystery into old categories. -

Charlie Kirk's assassination gets the full Creep Dive autopsy: Candace Owens' spirals, the Snake Eyes coincidences that feel scripted, and the head-wreck of the “no exit wound” chat. Plus: Everest show-offs, a Scottish forest cult… and the interstellar oddball 3I/ATLAS — the comet with weird chemistry and a whiff of “is it a probe?” energy. It's messy, mad, and very us.Want this ad-free — plus our bonus mini on 3I/ATLAS, the “is-it-just-a-comet?” comet? Join us on Patreon for the full feed without ads, weekly extras, and early ticket drops. www.patreon.com/thecreepdive Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In 1838, Edgar Allan Poe published a novel about shipwrecked sailors resorting to cannibalism, choosing a cabin boy named Richard Parker as their victim. Nearly fifty years later, a real shipwreck occurred—and the crew also cannibalized a cabin boy named Richard Parker. The eerie coincidence has baffled literary scholars and historians ever since. In this episode, we explore the strange overlap of fiction and reality in the Richard Parker coincidence.

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Grief can make the world feel uncanny — and sometimes the uncanny feels like comfort. In this episode we hear from multiple listeners whose lives were changed by strange coincidences and possible messages from the other side. One woman flies across the country after her father dies and begins seeing small, specific signs: the Breakfast Club song playing at impossible moments, a yellow balloon that bursts on the exact anniversary, a mysterious phone ring that shouldn't have connected — and recurring dreams where Dad insists, “I'm not dead… I faked my death.” Are these comforting visitations, or our minds searching for connection? We also debate memorial choices: cremation keepsakes and urn jewelry that let families carry a piece of a loved one, and whether that matters to the departed. Then we shift to other eerie submissions — a college Christmas with a Polaroid that keeps ending up in the trash, an EVP capture that sounds like a chilling whisper, and a man who kept seeing the synchronicity number 11:11 during a terrifying medical scare. When a tiny cross gifted by a sister shows up at the exact moment of difficult biopsy news, coincidence becomes consolation. Are these supernatural signs, psychological comfort, or meaningful synchronicities? We don't have definitive answers — only the real, moving stories people send in when they want to know if they're still being watched over. Tune in for comfort, goosebumps, and the tender strangeness that shows up after loss. #SignsFromBeyond #GriefStories #Synchronicity #11_11 #EVP #TrueGhostStories #CremationJewelry #RealHauntings #ComfortFromBeyond #RealGhostStoriesOnline Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

Thomas J. Carey has devoted significant portions of the last 16 years to proactively investigating the Roswell Incident, and has authored or coauthored more than 30 published articles on the subject. Tom has appeared on Larry King Live, Coast to-Coast AM With George Noory, and numerous other programs. He lives in Huntingdon Valley, Pennsylvania. Thank you for listening to this XZBN Show episode. XZBN radio shows archives and programming include: A Different Perspective with Kevin Randle; Alien Cosmic Expo Lecture Series; Alien Worlds Radio Show; Connecting with Coincidence with Dr. Bernard Beitman, MD; Dick Tracy; Dimension X; Exploring Tomorrow Radio Show; Flash Gordon; Jet Jungle Radio Show; Journey Into Space; Know the Name with Sharon Lynn Wyeth; Lux Radio Theatre - Classic Old Time Radio; Mission Evolution with Gwilda Wiyaka; Paranormal StakeOut with Larry Lawson; Ray Bradbury - Tales Of The Bizarre; Sci Fi Radio Show; Seek Reality with Roberta Grimes; Space Patrol; Stairway to Heaven with Gwilda Wiyaka; The 'X' Zone Radio Show with Rob McConnell; and many others! To listen to all our XZBN shows, with our compliments go to: https://www.spreaker.com/user/xzoneradiotvBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-x-zone-radio-tv-show--1078348/support.Please note that all XZBN radio and/or television shows are Copyright © REL-MAR McConnell Meda Company, Niagara, Ontario, Canada – www.rel-mar.com. For more Episodes of this show and all shows produced, broadcasted and syndicated from REL-MAR McConell Media Company and The 'X' Zone Broadcast Network and the 'X' Zone TV Channell, visit www.xzbn.net. For programming, distribution, and syndication inquiries, email programming@xzbn.net.We are proud to announce the we have launched TWATNews.com, launched in August 2025.TWATNews.com is an independent online news platform dedicated to uncovering the truth about Donald Trump and his ongoing influence in politics, business, and society. Unlike mainstream outlets that often sanitize, soften, or ignore stories that challenge Trump and his allies, TWATNews digs deeper to deliver hard-hitting articles, investigative features, and sharp commentary that mainstream media won't touch.These are stories and articles that you will not read anywhere else.Our mission is simple: to expose corruption, lies, and authoritarian tendencies while giving voice to the perspectives and evidence that are often marginalized or buried by corporate-controlled media. 

In a special guest episode of the Haaretz Podcast, German ambassador Steffen Seibert sits down with Guy Rolnik and Anat Georgy, co-hosts of “The Markers” – the Hebrew-language podcast of Haaretz’s sister publication, The Marker. In the interview, Seibert addressed the increasingly complicated relationship between the two countries since the Gaza war and said he was “not optimistic” about Israel’s future if its government continues in its current direction. “My country is very clearly against the extension and escalation of the war," Seibert said. At the same time, he expressed both affection and sympathy for the “exhausted” citizens of the Jewish state and concerns about growing antisemitism across Europe. “It's a difficult time to be an Israeli. The idea that when you go abroad as a tourist, you have to worry about your personal safety, and you have to worry if it's okay to speak Hebrew in the street – this is horrible, and it is a challenge to all of us Europeans to make sure that that doesn't become the new reality forever.” Rolnik and Georgy also engaged in an in-depth exchange with Seibert on the nature of German democracy and what Israel might learn from it as it wrestles with the judicial reform crisis and when free speech crosses the line and becomes incitement. Ultimately, he said, despite Germany’s “serious disagreements” regarding both Gaza and the occupation of the West Bank, “the fact remains that we consider ourselves forever friends of Israel and supporters of the right of Israel to be here, to be safe and to have this Jewish and democratic state. This is not a fashion in German politics. This is one of the pillars of our political identity.” Read more: EU Proposes Sanctions on Israel: Suspending Trade Benefits, Targeting Far-right Ministers Germany Will Not Join Western Allies in Recognizing Palestine, Chancellor Merz Says 'Some Artists Blur Their Identity,' as the World Turns a Deaf Ear to Israeli MusiciansSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Some hauntings never stay behind. They don't belong to a single house, a single street, or even a single family. They follow. They spread. They claim what they want, and sometimes the only thing left behind is ash.  The first house seemed ordinary enough, until a second attic was discovered—hidden, sealed, as if waiting to be opened. Soon after, the sightings began. A tall, gaunt man in outdated clothing walked the halls with deliberate steps, never acknowledging the living, never fading when seen. Friends spotted him in windows. They saw him walking up porches blocks away. He wasn't tied to walls—he was tied to them. When the family moved to West 4th Street, the figure followed. The upstairs hallway was a gauntlet of dread. Boots stomped overhead where no floor existed. A photo frame drifted across a room. A baby pointed to an empty staircase and whispered “Mamaw”—naming the grandmother she had never met. And the violence didn't stop there. Voices whispered, doors locked themselves, bushes grabbed at clothes, and even a turtle-shaped candy dish snapped open as if alive. And then, one by one, the neighborhood burned. Houses, factories, entire blocks reduced to ash. Finally, the house itself caught fire and collapsed. But the haunting didn't end. Because sometimes fire doesn't cleanse—it only frees what was already there. This is the true haunting of East 2nd and West 4th Street. And the tall man? He's still walking. #HauntedHouse #TrueGhostStory #RealHaunting #ParanormalEncounters #GhostStories #ScaryStory #Supernatural #HauntedMidwest #TrueParanormal #CreepyStories #HauntedHistory #Ghosts Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

Some hauntings never stay behind. They don't belong to a single house, a single street, or even a single family. They follow. They spread. They claim what they want, and sometimes the only thing left behind is ash. The first house seemed ordinary enough, until a second attic was discovered—hidden, sealed, as if waiting to be opened. Soon after, the sightings began. A tall, gaunt man in outdated clothing walked the halls with deliberate steps, never acknowledging the living, never fading when seen. Friends spotted him in windows. They saw him walking up porches blocks away. He wasn't tied to walls—he was tied to them. When the family moved to West 4th Street, the figure followed. The upstairs hallway was a gauntlet of dread. Boots stomped overhead where no floor existed. A photo frame drifted across a room. A baby pointed to an empty staircase and whispered “Mamaw”—naming the grandmother she had never met. And the violence didn't stop there. Voices whispered, doors locked themselves, bushes grabbed at clothes, and even a turtle-shaped candy dish snapped open as if alive. And then, one by one, the neighborhood burned. Houses, factories, entire blocks reduced to ash. Finally, the house itself caught fire and collapsed. But the haunting didn't end. Because sometimes fire doesn't cleanse—it only frees what was already there. This is the true haunting of East 2nd and West 4th Street. And the tall man? He's still walking. #HauntedHouse #TrueGhostStory #RealHaunting #ParanormalEncounters #GhostStories #ScaryStory #Supernatural #HauntedMidwest #TrueParanormal #CreepyStories #HauntedHistory #Ghosts Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

The Power of Dirndls And Lederhosen: Part 1Hans channels his grandfather's German roots, to overcome his inadequacies with women.Based on the post by cb summers, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.September 22October was almost here. Outside, a cold, gusty wind was blowing the freshly fallen leaves across the campus commons. But I was warm in my room, snuggled under the covers, devouring chapter seven of Advanced Organic Chemistry. I had a test scheduled for the next morning, but studying wasn't a chore for a nerd like me. It was a joy. I was basking in the awesome power of carbon, and the stunning ways it had chemically combined with other compounds over the unimaginable eons of time to form the very basis of life itself.I loved learning. I loved science. I loved textbooks. They allowed me to escape myself. In textbooks I wasn't a loveless, lonely virgin. I wasn't an awkward, babbling dork. I didn't have a disappointing body with deep pockmarks from a high-school bout with acne, and crooked teeth from parents too poor to pay for braces. And I didn't become embarrassingly tongue-tied in the presence of hotties, because there were no hotties in textbooks. There wasn't even a me. Lost in the mysteries and majesty of science, I became the universe itself. Immortal. Beautiful. Content.It was a blessed relief from all the stress I'd been under of late. You see, I could understand carbon. I could understand DNA. I could understand calculus, non-Euclidean geometry and superstring theory. But girls? They were a total mystery to me.My roommate Troy had been trying to share his ‘wisdom' about the fairer sex with me, but it wasn't easy for me to take his advice. After all, he was a Neanderthal. Normally, I avoided guys like him. You know, big dumb lunks, with handsome faces, muscular bodies, and cocky attitudes. Troy was willfully ignorant about the natural world. He didn't believe in evolution, because it just didn't make sense to him, but he did believe in Bigfoot because he saw a movie about it once. I mean, he was just an idiot. I never would have chosen a guy like him to be my roommate, but my roomie for the last two years suddenly transferred to Columbia just before school started in September, so Troy, was assigned to me at random.I'll never forget the day I met the big dope. He swaggered into my room as if he owned the place. He was tall and broad, with a thick, strong neck, short tan hair, and an infuriating air of confidence. I hated him instantly. But I resolved to try to get along with him, so I said, “Hi. I'm Hans. Hans Willis.”He replied, “Look dude, here's the deal I'm gonna fuck a lot of girls in this room, so we need to work out some kinda arrangement. If you see a sock hanging on the doorknob, don't come in. Got it? Just assume I'm boning some chick. I don't care if you have to sleep in the lobby, don't come between me and my pussy. But don't worry, same rules apply for both of us. If I see the sock, I'll stay out too. Those are now the house rules. Name's Troy, by the way.” He held his fist out for me to bump, so I bumped it.A Crushing Defeat To The Neanderthal.But the one girl I actually did go on one date with, that September, ended up becoming my roommate's main fuck buddy, Briona. She's maybe the smartest female in the science department, but her primal desires led her to the neanderthal, Troy.  It wasn't even a week after my one feeble date. Briona basically ignored me in class, and I was miserable. I became depressed and stayed in my dorm, sulking myself to sleep.So there I was, lost in my textbook on a cold September evening, when voices in the hallway brought me out of my reverie. They stopped in front of my door and began to talk back and forth in hushed tones. I recognized Troy's voice. He started talking loudly. “No, really, don't worry about my roommate. He's asleep. Sleeps like a fucking log.”A girl's voice whispered, “Really? I don't know about this. Are you sure?”He answered loudly, “Yeah, I toldja, he's on some kinda meds to keep his acne from coming back. Those things knock him out like a light. It's actually kinda bizarre. Hey, why don't you see for yourself?”He was fumbling with his keys, and then he dropped them loudly on the floor. I realized with shock that he was hoping I'd hear him so I could pretend to be asleep. I was gripped with utter terror. He'd never done anything like this before. He usually called me if he wanted to bring a girl over, to give me time to clear out. But he must have met this girl at some late night party, and didn't think I'd agree to leaving the room at 2:15 in the morning. So what was his plan? He wanted me to stay? To, what? Pretend to be asleep while he fucked this girl? It was a crazy idea! Utterly indecent! Utterly wonderful! Two conflicting thoughts raced through my head at the same time. One: I don't have time for this! I have to study! Two: Oh holy shit, oh holy shit, shit,!What a position to put me in! But I felt I had no choice but to play possum! I heard the key clicking into place, so I barely had time to put my books on the floor, flip out my bedside lamp, and yank the covers messily over my head before the door swung open. I didn't see them coming in, but I heard their voices.He said, in a normal voice, “See? What did I tell you? Out like a light.”She whispered, “No, really?”The door closed, and he said, “Here. Let me show you.” He tromped over to me, shook me and shouted, “Wake up, roomie! The building's on fire!” Then he leaned down close enough to whisper, “Please, Hans. Just go with it.” I didn't make a peep, so he said loudly, “What did I tell you? Dead to the world. It's just you and me, sweetheart.'She giggled and whispered, “Damn. Those must be some killer meds. Which one does he take? Xeotrex, or Iso…”She fell silent. From the sound of the wet little smacking sounds I heard, he must have started kissing her to stop her questions. Damn, what a caveman he was. But she didn't complain. Soon she was making hungry little moans and wet slobbering gasps and groans. Oh shit. I couldn't believe they were making out, right there in my room! My cock started to harden. It was a good thing I'd turned to my side, or she might have seen a volcano rising under my sheets.I just lay there in shock for the next five minutes, unable to block out those sexy sounds. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. But it only got more shocking when I heard the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle clinking open. Troy moaned, “Oh yeah, baby. Fuck yeah.”She giggled, saying, “Let's see what you got in here, big boy. Oh, hot damn. It's so big. Damn. My fingers barely fit around it. Fuck. I gotta get a taste of that.” Then she inhaled and made a wet slurping sound.Troy moaned deeply, “Oh, fuck.”Up to that very moment, I'd had no intention of peeking. But once I realized that a girl was giving Troy a blowjob just a few feet away from me, and the only thing that stood between them and my eyes was my blanket, well I just couldn't resist. I had to see. I just had to! So I slowly moved my hand up to my face and began to tug at the blanket to form a shadowy little opening to peep through. The first thing I saw was Troy's rapturous face, illuminated by his bedside light. He looked right at me. I thought he'd be pissed, but he just smiled and put his finger to his lips, then pointed down, grinning like a birthday boy showing off his brand new BB gun.With that encouragement, I pulled the opening a little more open, and laid my eyes on a sight that absolutely shook me to the core.Briona Skorsczi was on her knees sucking my roommate's big fat cock.I couldn't have been more shocked if I'd suddenly seen my family being eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was horrifying, yet I couldn't look away. I just couldn't. Briona's big, beautiful nose was bobbing forward and back, her glasses sliding down to the tip as she sucked him into her beautiful mouth. Her delightful bunny teeth were sliding gently over the raw, naked flesh of that frighteningly huge cock of his. It had to be eight or nine inches long. Maybe more.She must have taken off her coat and shirt before getting on her knees, because I saw her enormous tits absolutely straining to escape the confines of her lacy white bra. I'd been right all along. She had been hiding a smoking hot body under all those baggy clothes. Her tits were even bigger than I'd suspected, probably full D cups, and her creamy white cleavage was wiggling like a bowl of Jell-O as she slurped Troy's cock with increasing eagerness.I watched all of this in utter shock. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. The sweet, innocent, genius of my dreams was polishing a Neanderthal's knob. It was wrong on so many levels; I just couldn't wrap my head around it. How the hell had he met her anyway? I hadn't told either of them about each other, but Prairie Tech wasn't a very big college, so this was just one of those random coincidences that happen from time to time. Only this time it was happening to me, goddamn it!It was heartbreaking to watch. But I had to. I had to. Those full, beautiful lips, which I'd been too timid to kiss, were now sliding and slurping over the bulbous head of Troy's throbbing meat. And her delicate pink tongue, which had said so many fascinating things to me over the course of our evening together, was now slipping out, and flicking that sensitive spot on the underside of his glans. All the while she stroked his long shaft with those delicate hands I'd imagined holding in my own. Then she lifted his shaft, leaned forward and slurped his big, hairless balls into her mouth, making him grab his bedside table for support.“Oh fuck. Suck my balls, bitch. Yeah, so fucking good.”I watched her lick every inch of his veiny shaft, her big beautiful nose occasionally bending in contact with his cock, which I found particularly obscene. Then she kissed her way back to the tip of his salami and began gobbling him forward and back in long swooping moves, making her brown hair bob and bounce, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat with each stroke. She began to drool copiously, coating his cock with so much slime that long strands of slobber dripped down onto her creamy white cleavage. God, I just about passed out at the sight of it. She tilted her head lithely side to side as she gulped his phallus, literally swallowing it until I could actually see the end of his massive member distorting her willowy neck! It was astonishing. She was making loud, wet gasping sounds, but unbelievably, she wasn't choking on his cock; not one tiny bit.That's when it dawned on me that she wasn't a sweet little shy virgin after all. She'd obviously sucked a cock or twelve in her time. Hell, for all I knew, she did this sort of thing every single night of the year. I'd completely misjudged her. She hadn't turned me down because she was too busy. She'd turned me down because I was a coward.Looking back, I suddenly realized that she'd been waiting for me to make some kind of move all night during our date. Now with hindsight twenty twenty, I could remember at least half a dozen opportunities for intimacy that I'd passed up. I could have held her hand at the art show. I could have sat next to her at dinner. I could have put my arm over her shoulder on the walk to her place. And that awkward silence before she closed the door? She'd definitely wanted me to kiss her!Idiot! Why Didn't I Fucking Kiss Her? And if I had, then what? Would she have pulled me inside? Would she have dropped to her knees and pulled out my cock and started sucking me, just like she did with Troy? And then what? Would she have fucked me too?! Oh shit. I blew it. I fucking blew it.I closed the gap in my blankets, and closed my eyes, trying to stifle my sobs of crushing regret. Oh god, I was a pathetic excuse for a man. I wasn't a man at all! I was a fucking Boy! Troy may have been a stupid caveman who didn't believe in evolution, but did believe that a magnetic wristband could make you run faster, but nevertheless, he was still twice the man as me. My pitiful erection faded away and I silently wept, feeling lower and more useless than I'd ever felt in my life.Okay. I must admit. I was wallowing a bit. But then I heard Briona say, “I want you to cream on my tits, baby.”I instantly forgot my misery, and opened the flap again, just in time to see her reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra. It popped open and her big pale breasts fell into view. My cock leapt fully erect again. Her nipples were puffy and pink. Oh god, her tits were more magnificent than I could have ever imagined. Troy grabbed her head with both hands and began fucking her face hard and fast. Then he stiffened up, arched his back and let out a long, gut-wrenching, guttural groan. She pulled back and presented her tits to him, while she jerked his long pipe with one hand. I saw his nuts literally jumping, then ropes of glistening white ropes shot out of him, splooging all over her breasts and neck. She jerked it out of him with expert yanks, until her cleavage was dripping with goo. Then she leaned forward and sucked his cock head while squeezing his balls, making him squirt another shot into her mouth. She looked up at him over her glasses and opened her mouth, and let the cum slowly drip out of it onto her tits. Oh fucking christ! It was so fucking Filthy! Then she ran both hands over her breasts, spreading his shiny cum all over until she her tits were glistening.He couldn't stand up any longer, so he plopped down onto his bed, and fell onto his back. Briona stood up, and quickly stripped out of her shoes, jeans and panties, a sight that made my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. She had an incredible ass and a stunningly narrow waist. What a figure! She was built like a movie star! Her back was to me now, so I reached into my shorts and wrapped my hand around my throbbing hard cock and started jerking off as quietly as I could manage. She leaned forward to yank Troy's pants off, giving me an amazing view of her extremely hairy pussy. It was big, bushy and brown, but fucking hot as hell. I couldn't make out her pussy lips, but I didn't care. I just stared up her ass crack, jacking off like the pathetic little perv I was, my cock lubricated by the copious amounts of precum it was weeping.Once she'd stripped his bottom half bare, she wiped her tits clean of cum with his pants, then climbed on top of him. I thought she was gonna fuck him, but she kept going upward until she was straddling his face. “Suck my fucking pussy, donkey-dick.”I couldn't get over how filthy her mouth was. It was like she was split personality, or something. This wasn't the brainy girl I'd been out on a date with. That girl could wax poetically about superstring theory and the big bang. But this girl was gleefully grinding her pussy against a moron's face, as she moaned, “Oh fuck yeah. Eat my pussy, fuck wad. Eat my fucking pussy. Yeah, that's right. Stick that tongue inside my cunt. Taste my fucking cum.”I couldn't see exactly what he was doing. Her back was to me, and his big fat cock was in the foreground, blocking some of the view. But I saw the underside of his chin, and his tongue going up into her. He was making crazy slurping sounds, and his semi-hard cock slowly stood to attention again, and he started stroking it, at the same time that I was stoking mine. I wondered what it must feel like to have a monster cock like that in your hand. Mine was puny compared to his. A measly seven and a half inches.Briona was like a wild woman, and she couldn't get enough of Troy's tongue. She just kept grinding herself roughly into his face for the longest time, while he jerked himself off. Her aggressiveness was a bit scary, actually. I wondered what I would have done if she'd attacked me like that in her apartment. I was starting to feel like maybe I dodged a bullet there. Sure, she was sexy, smart and sweet, but damn, she was an animal in the sack! She started shouting out filthy commands as she rode his face. “Yeah, suck my pussy, you mother fucker! Suck my hairy snatch. You know you like it, fuck face. Gimme that hand. Use your finger, oh shit yeah. Oh, fuck yeah, right there. Yeah, like that. No don't stop licking my clit. Yeah, oh fuck, No, don't change anything! Just keep doing it like that, mother fucker! Oh Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”She was screaming so loud, they were in serious danger of having the RA's realize there was a girl in the room, but Troy clamped his free hand over her mouth. For the next ten minutes she moaned and groaned into his hand, and he took her through a series of awe-inspiring orgasms. Then right when it seemed she was at the peak of her excitement, she suddenly jumped backward and straddled his cock, then lowered herself slowly onto it.Wow. She didn't even make him put on a condom! I saw his huge manhood spreading her furry pussy lips wide for a moment before she lowered herself slowly down his shaft, while juices dripped out of her. Based on the guttural moan she emitted, I guess he was stretching her to the limit, and she liked it. The sight of him disappearing into her snatch triggered something in my own cock. I felt a burst of pleasure, and moments later I was filling my underwear with cum. But I didn't get soft for a second, so I just kept jerking, ignoring the sticky gunk on my hand, taking advantage of the fact that her back was turned to me so she couldn't see my blankets jumping as I jerked off like a monkey in a zoo.She rode him like that for a good long time, slowly at first, moaning, “Oh fucking Christ on a sandwich! You're so fucking big! I've never fucked anyone like you before! Oh god. You're splitting me open, you fucking animal!” But once she got used to his girth, she began to fuck him with more speed and gusto. She started getting less careful, so she could no longer keep his cock from popping out of her pussy. But each time she'd reach down, pull it back into place and start galloping him again, slamming herself down on him like she was riding a wild horse. She was insatiable! And he had lasting power. I shot a second wad into my shorts, but he just kept fucking her on and on and on!Eventually, he flipped her over onto her back, and lifted her long, pale legs high in the air on each of his shoulders, and started ramming himself into her like he was trying to destroy her cunt. But she just stared up at him with those big brown eyes and urged him on. “Harder, you fucking wimp. Fuck me harder.” She said it with an animal intensity, which  I'd never imagined her capable of. It was frighteningly sexy! And he seemed to love it, because he attacked her with the fury of a jungle cat. They were two wild animals, groaning and grinding on that squeaky dorm bed, in a crazy battle to the death.They were turned sideways to me now, so I beheld the stunning sight of Briona's big breasts surging up and down her chest as he pounded her. He occasionally leaned forward and sucked them roughly into his mouth, nibbling her puffy nipples hard enough to make her squeal with delight. It looked so painful to me, but Briona seemed to love it.She kept groaning and cursing the whole time he fucked her. “Harder! Fuck me harder! Oh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Fuck me with that big fat cock! Shit! You feel so fucking huge! Harder! Fuck me harder! Oh my god. Oh my god, you feel so good inside me! Oh fucking god! Oh fucking god! oh.”He slammed his hand over her mouth as she had another crazy loud orgasm. He pounded her with merciless glee, his well-muscled body glistening with sweat. He moaned, “Take it bitch. Fucking take it!”I had to stroke myself slower, now that she could possibly see me, but that didn't stop me from cumming a third time. My underwear was absolutely gross with accumulated cum by now, but my cock didn't get soft, so I kept squeezing and stroking it as I stared at Briona's beautiful tits, her long, lithe legs, and her beautiful big nose. She was looking up at Troy, right into amazed eyes, with a passion so hot that it could have started a forest fire.She suddenly crawled out from under him, moaning, “Oh, shit, Fuck me doggy style, you son of a bitch!” She got up on her hands and knees and he immediately rammed himself into her slit from behind. She arched her neck up ward, her lush mouth opening into a long, breathy groan. “God damn. So fucking good.”My eyes were drawn to her pendulous breasts. They were flopping forward and back as Troy fucked her. Once or twice he leaned forward to fondle them, something I longed to do, but that just threw off his rhythm, so he went back to fucking her. I wanted to get out of bed, and crawl under her, and let those big boobs sweep up and down my face. But I was pretty sure that would have freaked her the fuck out, so I just kept playing possum.He looked toward me a few times, smiling with wicked pride. He even flashed me one of those stupid ‘hang ten' hand signals that dopes like him were fond of. I wanted to hate him for stealing my girl, but I just couldn't be mad at him. It wasn't his fault. It was mine. I'd let her slip out of my hands. And now he was fucking my dream girl. I sure hoped he was enjoying it, because the longer it went on, the more my image of her slipped away. She wasn't my dream girl any longer. Oh, I loved her still, and admired her. I also hoped one day I might be friends with her. But I didn't dream about fucking her any longer. I knew I'd never be able to handle her. For one thing, she seemed to like it rough, which just wasn't in me. And for another thing, she absolutely adored Troy's humungous cock. It was at least an inch or two longer than my pitiful seven inches. It was apparent now why all those girls were so happy after fucking him. How could I ever hope to make her happy in bed after she'd been fucked like this?Troy grinned at me and mouthed, “Watch this”, then he grabbed his pillow, stripped the pillowcase off, flipped the loose end under her midsection and grabbed both ends with his fists and suddenly lifted her up, so her knees left the bed. Now, with her utterly under his control, he started to fuck her harder than ever, and she started to squeal and weep and scream. She looked back at him with a look of pure, worshipful amazement as he pounded her pussy like a pro, tears pouring out of her eyes from the sheer perfection of the moment. She'd been calling the shots all night, but now he was in command, and she was enraptured. Utterly enraptured.And I guess I was enraptured too. They both amazed me. I felt like a pathetic troll compared to these guys. If any two people on earth were made to fuck each other, it was Troy and Briona, goddamn it! He fucked her that way longer than I could ever have done, but he finally began to grunt and stiffen with impending release.Briona moaned, “Oh yeah. Cum inside me. I want to feel you cumming inside me. Oh god, yes, I can feel it!”The astounding sight of my roommate filling that beautiful, busty nerd's pussy with cum made me blast one final load of semen into my sticky underwear. And as impossible as it may seem, I actually fell asleep immediately afterward. I don't know if they kept fucking or not, but I would have slept through an earthquake at that point. It was probably some sort of psychological defense mechanism. My brain had overloaded with a lethal combination of lust and self-loathing. My only escape was sweet oblivion.Frat Party Invite: “You should go,” said Troy.“Yeah, I agree,” said Briona, cuddling next to him in his bed. “What have you got to lose?”I shrugged. “I don't really know these guys. And I wouldn't know anyone else at the party either.”Briona shrugged, “So what?”Troy added, “And it's at a frat, dude! Think of all that fresh young sorority pussy!”Briona slapped his arm, hard enough to make him squeal. “Shut up, you big dumb ape!”Troy pouted adorably, nursing his arm. “Sorry Bree.”“Oh, did I hurt you, baby?” Then she gently, lovingly kissed his arm, as he looked at her enraptured.They'd only been together for two weeks, but the change she'd had on Troy had been amazing. He'd stopped trolling for chicks, even though she hadn't asked him to. And when the two of them weren't over at her apartment fucking like rabbits, she was over at our room studying with me! It worked out for all three of us because our studying together encouraged him to do his own homework, so his grades began to improve as well.Just in case you're wondering, Briona had no idea that I'd been awake the night she fucked him. In fact, when she found out that I was his roommate, she nearly had a heart attack, but I pretended his ‘acne medicine' story was true. There are some acne medicines that cause drowsiness, although I'd been off them for over a year. Still, I kept up the charade, secretly hoping that she might fuck him again while I ‘slept'. But apparently the night she came over her cousin had been visiting, so her apartment wasn't empty. That wasn't true any longer, so I hadn't seen hide nor hair of her pussy since that wonderful night, and I probably never would again.But that was okay. She was fast becoming one of my best friends. The fact that I'd seen her totally naked, riding my roommate's cock while she cursed like a whore, didn't diminish my fondness or admiration for her one tiny bit. It actually opened my eyes up to my own naïve ideas about sexuality. I realized that sex isn't just for sluts and dopes, but for smart people too. People like Briona, and people like me! It finally dawned on me that everybody in the world had sex, and every woman, however shy she may seem, had a secret tiger in her, just waiting to be discovered and unleashed.As for Troy, he was still a bit of an asshole, but he treated Briona like a princess. He was honestly in love. So much so that it frightened him a bit. After I told him that she was a genius, he started to worry that she'd lose interest in him, so he worked extra hard to earn her love. But I'd seen him fucking her. As long as he kept slaying her pussy like that, he had nothing to worry about.Briona asked, “Who are these guys again?”“Roland Rawlings and Joseph, something, I forget his last name. They're in Tau Sigma Omicron, I think. I'm in their Astrophysics study group. I guess that's why they invited me to their Oktoberfest party. I can't think of any other reason. I'm certainly not interested in pledging any frats. I don't have that kind of money anyway.”Briona nodded. “Well, I don't know them, but Tau Sigma has a good reputation. If you were pledging, you could do worse. Though Delta Delta is the one that most of the guys in the science department belong to. They have an excellent academics record.”Troy grinned mischievously, saying, “Yeah, but the real question is, does Tau Sigma have a sister sorority, and do they like to fuck nerds?”Briona roared like a lion and started snapping her teeth at him. “I told you to stop it, you dirty little boy! Don't make me bite you!”He stuck his tongue out at her so she leapt on top of him like a jungle cat. I watched them roughhouse with a smile on my face. Troy was much bigger and stronger than her, but he let her pin him with only minimal resistance. That's one of the ways I knew he was smitten with her. She'd literally tamed him. It was really kind of cute.Still straddling Troy, Briona turned to me and said, “No, really, Hans, you ought to go. You don't have anything better to do tonight, do you?”I shrugged. “No, but I don't have a costume. Everyone's supposed to dress up like Germans.”Troy said, “Well, you're German, aren't you? Just go as yourself.”“My grandpa's from Austria, but I don't think that counts as a costume.”Briona smiled, “Oh hey, there's that costume store over in that strip mall next to the Wendy's. I bet they're open for another hour or two. You should run over there and, here, ” She reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet, then took out sixty dollars, “Go rent a costume.”I put my hand up, “No, no. I can't take your money.”She hopped off Troy and pressed the money into my hands. “Consider it a loan, Hansie. Pay me back when you can.”I looked at the money, and my heart started to beat hard. I'd never gone to a real party before. Or at least not one at a cool fraternity, which I just knew would be chock full of eligible women getting drunk off their asses. I didn't know what to say, but Briona just pulled me off my bed and pushed me toward the door, saying, “You better hurry up before they close! Scoot!”Troy shouted from his bed. “Yeah, get out of here, loser, so I can fuck my girlfriend!”As she was closing the door behind me, I heard her saying to Troy, “Okay mister. You've officially pissed me off. Now you're gonna get bit!”I stood in that hallway for a few minutes, listening to her jungle-cat roars turn into orgasmic groans as they attacked each other in my room, perhaps even on my very bed. It made my cock stir with lust. Since it was unlikely they'd ever do it while I was ‘sleeping' again, eavesdropping at my dorm room door might be the closest I'd ever get. But as fun it was to listen to Briona's dirty talk, her money was burning a hole in my hand, and I knew she'd expect me to have a story to show for it, so I dragged myself away from her beautiful moans, and sweet obscenities.By the time I'd walked to the costume shop, the sun was already setting, and they were just about to close. But the man let me in and showed me his selection of Bavarian costumes. Most of them were cheap, mass-manufactured Halloween costumes, but one was really quite authentic. I should know. I'd been dragged to my fair share of polkas and Oktoberfest celebrations when I was a kid. My parents were proud of their Austrian ancestry, so I could tell an authentic outfit when I saw one. It wasn't cheap, but Briona's money, added to my own pitiful stash, added up to just barely enough to rent it, along with an oversized plastic stein. That was all the money I had for the rest of the month, but I figured, if I'm going to look like a fool, I might as well do it in style. Besides, if I impress those guys, maybe they'll invite me to another party.As I was trying it on, the shop owner said, “You're lucky you're not a woman. A bunch of girls came in here earlier and rented all the Bavarian dresses in the place. Hey, you know what? I bet they're going to the same party as you.” I shrugged, barely hearing him. I was distracted by my own reflection in the mirror. I looked exactly like my grandfather. There was photo of him hanging on our wall back home which was taken when he was a boy in Austria, wearing a costume that was freakishly similar to this: a pair of dark brown lederhosen with suspenders, high socks embroidered with ducks and edelweiss flowers, a loose white peasant shirt and a blue cap with a long feather sticking out the top. My god, I was the spitting image of my grandfather.Suddenly I flashed on the old man. He was the most rakish, hearty, balls-to-the-wall man I'd ever met. He could have eaten ten Troys for breakfast and still had room for seven Brad Pitts. When Grandpa came into a room, everybody smiled. He flirted with all the ladies, even his own relatives, and made every man his buddy. He was amazing, and lived life to the fullest, right up to the very end. I hooked my thumbs in my suspenders, just as he was doing in that old photograph, and grinned, trying to make my eyes twinkle just like his. Damn. I looked more like him than ever. And then I remembered that he had a pockmarked face too. I'd never thought about it before, but he must have had acne as a teenager, the same as me! But he hadn't let that stop him from being a man, and damn it all, I wasn't gonna let it stop me either!I walked proudly to Fraternity Row, dressed in my costume, ignoring the catcalls from passers-by. No, scratch that. I didn't ignore them. Whenever someone laughed or shouted out some obscenity at me, I raised my fake German stein and shouted, “Oktoberfest!” at the top of my lungs, and their jeers turned instantly into cheers. I felt almost as if I was channeling my grandfather's spirit. But I didn't believe in any sort of afterlife, so I knew that my grandfather's spirit didn't exist. No. If anything, it was my grandfather's DNA coursing through my blood, which gave me the gumption to act as if I was the man I wanted to be. That, and the long feather in my cap.I charged into that party as if I owned the place, and stomped all the way into the middle of the room on my big, loud boots. That's when I noticed that I was the only person in sight wearing a costume of any kind. Then I saw the assholes who'd invited me; laughing their asses off. My heart sank, and my cheeks burned bright red. I'd thought I'd left this kind of crap behind me in high school. But I was wrong. You never get too old for a pair of snotty assholes to make you feel like a fool. I refused to give them the pleasure of seeing my embarrassment, so I just smiled and waved, proud of my Bavarian heritage and culture.I was about to make a humiliating retreat from this frat party when I realized, much to my delight, that I wasn't alone. Six freshmen girls, dressed in sexy little Bavarian dresses, filed through the door, drawing fresh gouts of laughter from the assembly. Now I knew who'd rented all the female costumes from the store! Most of the girls looked utterly embarrassed, but one of the girls was shining with confidence. Her sky-blue eyes caught sight of me and a broad grin spread out on her stunningly beautiful, copper-colored face. I'd seen her around the Science Building, but I didn't know her name. All I knew was that she was a freshman, and insanely hot. I considered her so far out of my league that I didn't even daydream about asking her out.She was simply stunning to behold, her lovely tits were perfectly displayed in the snug bodice. Her figure was looking scrumptious, particularly as she made her way through the crowd toward me, smiling from ear to ear. As she came closer, I realized that her costume was the female match for mine. They had the same brown, green and blue fabrics, the same embroidered socks. But instead of the lederhosen and suspenders my costume had, she was wearing a traditional dirndl, which was comprised of a brown skirt, a big green apron, a puffy white blouse, and a bodice with a low front, which was pushing her ample breasts up into a startling display of feminine pulchritude. I mean, this chick's cleavage was epic, and it was wiggling about wonderfully as she clomped toward me in her polka shoes. Her wavy dark brown hair was braided into two long braids that were framing her tits marvelously.Coincidence was once again rearing its ugly head, but this time it seemed to be working in my favor!She shouted in a fake German accent, “Liebchen! Vere haff you been? I've been vorried schick about you!”Then she gave me a big hug and a quick kiss on the lips. I was stunned. That was literally the first kiss of my life, and even though she meant it as a joke, my heart did a total flip flop in my chest, and tingles shot down my spine! Then she took my hand in hers and pulled me toward the other costumed girls, all of whom were adorable, each in their own way. “Come vit me, liebchen. I vant you to meet my freundins!” The girls laughed when they saw that I was wearing the male match of their friend's dirndl. “Girls, girls, I vant you to meet mein freund, Helmutt von Wiener.”Continued in Part Two,Based on a post by CBSummers, for Literotica

Some people grow up knowing they're not alone. For her, it started in childhood—voices in empty rooms, the sense of eyes at her back. At nineteen came the first direct encounter: a pitch-black, basketball-sized sphere perched at the corner of her bed. It didn't drift. It jumped—hard—slamming the bed into the headboard and scattering objects. “A nightmare,” her father said. But beds don't launch themselves. That's when the lifelong haunting began. Years passed. Activity ebbed, then surged. Nightmares left her soaked in sweat, heart racing, details erased—only terror remained. Last July, she moved to a quiet one-bedroom in Elk Grove, California, hoping for calm. Instead, a new ritual: each morning as she rolled to silence her alarm on the nightstand, a bloodcurdling scream blasted into her ear—as if someone shrieked inside her head. When she started keeping the phone in the bed, the screaming stopped. Coincidence… or response? This isn't a house story. It follows her. Not EMF meters and easy answers—just a pattern of intelligent responses, physical marks, and a protector that won't cross the threshold. One entity or many? Mimic, parasite, shadow that learned her routines? The evidence points to a relentless, personal haunting—one that screams through alarms, marks skin, shakes beds… and waits. #TrueGhostStory #RealHaunting #HauntedHouse #GhostCaughtOnCamera #ParanormalActivity #ShadowPeople #CreepyEncounters #UnexplainedMysteries #ElkGrove #Poltergeist #DogSeesGhosts #ScaryStory Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

Some people grow up knowing they're not alone. For her, it started in childhood—voices in empty rooms, the sense of eyes at her back. At nineteen came the first direct encounter: a pitch-black, basketball-sized sphere perched at the corner of her bed. It didn't drift. It jumped—hard—slamming the bed into the headboard and scattering objects. “A nightmare,” her father said. But beds don't launch themselves. That's when the lifelong haunting began. Years passed. Activity ebbed, then surged. Nightmares left her soaked in sweat, heart racing, details erased—only terror remained. Last July, she moved to a quiet one-bedroom in Elk Grove, California, hoping for calm. Instead, a new ritual: each morning as she rolled to silence her alarm on the nightstand, a bloodcurdling scream blasted into her ear—as if someone shrieked inside her head. When she started keeping the phone in the bed, the screaming stopped. Coincidence… or response? This isn't a house story. It follows her. Not EMF meters and easy answers—just a pattern of intelligent responses, physical marks, and a protector that won't cross the threshold. One entity or many? Mimic, parasite, shadow that learned her routines? The evidence points to a relentless, personal haunting—one that screams through alarms, marks skin, shakes beds… and waits. #TrueGhostStory #RealHaunting #HauntedHouse #GhostCaughtOnCamera #ParanormalActivity #ShadowPeople #CreepyEncounters #UnexplainedMysteries #ElkGrove #Poltergeist #DogSeesGhosts #ScaryStory Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

Gogo Lomo-David joins us for a wild, soulful, and hilarious ride. You've seen Gogo in the Starbucks commercial (even though he doesn't drink coffee!), California Lottery, Apartments.com, and The Righteous Gemstones — now get to know the man behind the roles. Even as the face of Starbucks, Gogo admits he doesn't drink coffee — he's naturally wired thanks to his mom's pregnancy cravings for cola and strawberry yogurt. But for Pol and Patrik? He drinks Armenian coffee… and calls it “extra Black.” Gogo spills the tea on his career glow-up: a new commercial with Jennifer Coolidge, acting in Shameless, and two seasons on The Righteous Gemstones with Danny McBride, Walton Goggins, and John Goodman. He praises the cast's improv brilliance and the joy of being on such a dynamic set. Before the gigs, Gogo was an Uber driver. He met wild riders (including someone who discovered Lady Gaga) and endured bad ones (a drunk passenger dropping slurs). These stories reveal Gogo's grit — he drove Uber by day, auditioned by night, and built connections along the way. Gogo shares his African-American story: born in Pennsylvania, raised in North Carolina, and Nigerian by heritage. He teaches Pol and Patrik phrases in Pidgin English, mixing humor with heartfelt reflection. The heart of the episode comes when Pol performs a coffee reading. He sees deep love — a woman Gogo knows well, someone he's never dated but deeply connected to. Gogo opens up: they met in 2016, stayed close, but he backed away when feelings grew. The next day, her boyfriend broke up with her. Now? They're heading to a wedding in Italy — together. 

Genesis 29:1-15

Is there such a thing as coincidence? Recently I read an essay by Henrik Karllson, in his Substack page Escaping Flatland, titled “Almost Anything You Give Sustained Attention to Will Begin To Loop on Itself and Bloom”, and I was especially struck by his comment that "Art is guided meditation". This was, to me, a new way of thinking about paying attention and slowing down, of being in the moment. It rang true. This coincided with working on this episode, and listening to Andrew Duhon's song “Slow Down”, which features the lyrics “We've got to slow down/ All we'll ever have it right here right now/ Right here right now/ I think we need to slow down/ Our eyes on the horizon line/ All these years/ It's the things we keep our eyes on/ Seem to be the things that disappear when we get there”. Coincidence? I say that has to be a long shot. Slowing down can be helpful in a lot of situations, creative endeavors especially. Do you ever find yourself in a spot where you wish you could simply jump to the finish line, like in a project, or even with cooking dinner? I feel that way a lot when starting work on the scripts for Southern Songs and Stories episodes. The blank page is always the hardest part — just those first paragraphs can take up the better part of a day sometimes. You have heard the phrase “like pulling teeth”, I bet. The creative process can feel that way, at times: a painful slog, with no guarantees of any gain, that makes you question why you put yourself through it. Slowing down is key to making something worthwhile, whether that brings material gain or simply self satisfaction with a job well done. With patience, with letting things come to you, with sitting still and actively listening for the muse, good things can happen. There is no way to reap the rewards without paying the cost, and part of the bargain is giving something of yourself, something that might be as hard as pulling teeth. I hope you can slow down with us, and enjoy this episode on Andrew Duhon. Here, he expounds on his music and his band, while he also touches on religion, politics, and a lot more, including the hardest song that he has ever written, why he does not have a place to call home in New Orleans currently, and his own eye-catching chapeau, a vintage baseball cap that says “Cuban Boatlift 1980”. All that and more, including more of Andrew's music, especially from his recent appearance at The Albino Skunk Music Festival in Greer, SC, awaits you in this episode. Andrew Duhon gives the thumbs up to this podcast, and to you, too Songs heard in this episode:“Bayou La Batre” by Andrew Duhon, from The Parish Record“Girl From Plaquemine” by Andrew Duhon, performed live at Albino Skunk Music Festival 05/08/25, excerpt“Waco Kool-Aid” by Andrew Duhon, performed live at the Albino Skunk Music Festival 05/08-25, excerpt“Just Another Beautiful Girl” by Andrew Duhon, performed live at Albino Skunk Music Festival 05/08/25, excerpt“Just In Case” by Andrew Duhon, performed live at the Albino Skunk Music Festival 05/08/25 Thank you for visiting! We hope you can help spread awareness of what we are doing. It is as easy as telling a friend and following this podcast on your platform of choice. You can find us on Apple here, Spotify here and YouTube here — hundreds more episodes await, filled with artists you may know by name, or musicians and bands that are ready to become your next favorites.This series is a part of the lineup of both public radio WNCW and Osiris Media, with all of the Osiris shows available here. You can also hear new episodes on Bluegrass Planet Radio here. You can follow us on social media: @southstories on Instagram, at Southern Songs and Stories on Facebook, and now on Substack here, where you can read the scripts of these podcasts, and get updates on what we are doing and planning in our quest to explore and celebrate the unfolding history and culture of music rooted in the American South, and going beyond to the styles and artists that it inspired and informed. - Joe Kendrick

She was killed three weeks ago. Suddenly her story is everywhere.Why now? Why this case? And why is the media pushing it while Ukraine demands more U.S. money and troops?In this episode of The Matt Kim Podcast, we ask: • Was this tragedy weaponized to sell war? • Why did it explode the same day Russia launched its largest attack on Ukraine? • Is this America's new “George Floyd moment”? • Who benefits from the outrage cycle — and what freedoms will we lose next?We're not saying the crime didn't happen. We're asking the questions nobody else will.

Mike Johnson, Beau Morgan, and Ali Mac react to the Atlanta Falcons signing kicker Parker Romo to the practice squad, discuss what they think this means for the future of kicker Younghoe Koo, talk about how they think the process of this kicking competition will go down, and explain why they think the Falcons signing a former Vikings kicker in Parker Romo when they're about to play the Vikings this week is no coincidence.

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A young man is found murdered in his home. Several hours later, a woman is found dead only blocks away. Coincidence or the work of one killer? Coins would help investigators find the answer.View source material and photos for this episode at: anatomyofmurder.com/coinsCan't get enough AoM? Find us on social media!Instagram: @aom_podcast | @audiochuckTwitter: @AOM_podcast | @audiochuckFacebook: /listenAOMpod | /audiochuckllc

FBI Behavior Chief Breaks Down Bryan Kohberger's Apartment  We're not touring the crime scene. We're examining the newly circulated images from Bryan Kohberger's apartment and office—the spaces he chose and how they speak. What do you see when a life is mostly empty walls, loose papers, and one lone keepsake? A birthday card dated 11/21/22 sits like a lighthouse in a fog. The message? A strange duality: “proper” on one side, “riding the rage” on the other. Is it a mom's hopeful nudge—or quiet recognition of a split he couldn't reconcile? Then there's the office door: a crude smiley with those distinctive vertical eyes—eerily echoing the card's own face. Coincidence? A copy? Intentional mirroring? We connect that to a separate clue in the grading notes: “Only answer the question asked.” It's a professor's plea to stop pontificating—evidence of someone more invested in sounding smart than engaging with the assignment. It's not brilliance; it's volume. We also tackle the big misconception: “If he had OCD, why is everything a mess?” Because labels aren't behavior; behavior is behavior. You can be hyper-controlled in one narrow slice of life and chaotic everywhere else. The apartment looks less like ritualized order and more like a disorganized brain that fixates, then drops the thread. Even the vegetarian receipts and “fake meat” run don't point to empathy—they might just be another fixation in a life of copy/paste identities. This segment isn't a diagnosis. It's a read of visible patterns: mimicry, identity gap, and chaos where substance should be. If you want the viral moment, it's here—the card, the smiley, and what they quietly telegraph. If you're following the case for more than headlines, subscribe and join the conversation below. Hashtags #BryanKohberger #HiddenKillers #CrimeScenePhotos #ApartmentTour #BehavioralAnalysis #CopycatBehavior #EvidencePhotos #TrueCrimeCommunity #OfficeDoorSmiley #CaseDiscussion #Podcast #Analysis Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

FBI Behavior Chief Breaks Down Bryan Kohberger's Apartment  We're not touring the crime scene. We're examining the newly circulated images from Bryan Kohberger's apartment and office—the spaces he chose and how they speak. What do you see when a life is mostly empty walls, loose papers, and one lone keepsake? A birthday card dated 11/21/22 sits like a lighthouse in a fog. The message? A strange duality: “proper” on one side, “riding the rage” on the other. Is it a mom's hopeful nudge—or quiet recognition of a split he couldn't reconcile? Then there's the office door: a crude smiley with those distinctive vertical eyes—eerily echoing the card's own face. Coincidence? A copy? Intentional mirroring? We connect that to a separate clue in the grading notes: “Only answer the question asked.” It's a professor's plea to stop pontificating—evidence of someone more invested in sounding smart than engaging with the assignment. It's not brilliance; it's volume. We also tackle the big misconception: “If he had OCD, why is everything a mess?” Because labels aren't behavior; behavior is behavior. You can be hyper-controlled in one narrow slice of life and chaotic everywhere else. The apartment looks less like ritualized order and more like a disorganized brain that fixates, then drops the thread. Even the vegetarian receipts and “fake meat” run don't point to empathy—they might just be another fixation in a life of copy/paste identities. This segment isn't a diagnosis. It's a read of visible patterns: mimicry, identity gap, and chaos where substance should be. If you want the viral moment, it's here—the card, the smiley, and what they quietly telegraph. If you're following the case for more than headlines, subscribe and join the conversation below. Hashtags #BryanKohberger #HiddenKillers #CrimeScenePhotos #ApartmentTour #BehavioralAnalysis #CopycatBehavior #EvidencePhotos #TrueCrimeCommunity #OfficeDoorSmiley #CaseDiscussion #Podcast #Analysis Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

FBI Behavior Chief Breaks Down Bryan Kohberger's Apartment  We're not touring the crime scene. We're examining the newly circulated images from Bryan Kohberger's apartment and office—the spaces he chose and how they speak. What do you see when a life is mostly empty walls, loose papers, and one lone keepsake? A birthday card dated 11/21/22 sits like a lighthouse in a fog. The message? A strange duality: “proper” on one side, “riding the rage” on the other. Is it a mom's hopeful nudge—or quiet recognition of a split he couldn't reconcile? Then there's the office door: a crude smiley with those distinctive vertical eyes—eerily echoing the card's own face. Coincidence? A copy? Intentional mirroring? We connect that to a separate clue in the grading notes: “Only answer the question asked.” It's a professor's plea to stop pontificating—evidence of someone more invested in sounding smart than engaging with the assignment. It's not brilliance; it's volume. We also tackle the big misconception: “If he had OCD, why is everything a mess?” Because labels aren't behavior; behavior is behavior. You can be hyper-controlled in one narrow slice of life and chaotic everywhere else. The apartment looks less like ritualized order and more like a disorganized brain that fixates, then drops the thread. Even the vegetarian receipts and “fake meat” run don't point to empathy—they might just be another fixation in a life of copy/paste identities. This segment isn't a diagnosis. It's a read of visible patterns: mimicry, identity gap, and chaos where substance should be. If you want the viral moment, it's here—the card, the smiley, and what they quietly telegraph. If you're following the case for more than headlines, subscribe and join the conversation below. Hashtags #BryanKohberger #HiddenKillers #CrimeScenePhotos #ApartmentTour #BehavioralAnalysis #CopycatBehavior #EvidencePhotos #TrueCrimeCommunity #OfficeDoorSmiley #CaseDiscussion #Podcast #Analysis Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

FBI Behavior Chief Breaks Down Bryan Kohberger's Apartment  We're not touring the crime scene. We're examining the newly circulated images from Bryan Kohberger's apartment and office—the spaces he chose and how they speak. What do you see when a life is mostly empty walls, loose papers, and one lone keepsake? A birthday card dated 11/21/22 sits like a lighthouse in a fog. The message? A strange duality: “proper” on one side, “riding the rage” on the other. Is it a mom's hopeful nudge—or quiet recognition of a split he couldn't reconcile? Then there's the office door: a crude smiley with those distinctive vertical eyes—eerily echoing the card's own face. Coincidence? A copy? Intentional mirroring? We connect that to a separate clue in the grading notes: “Only answer the question asked.” It's a professor's plea to stop pontificating—evidence of someone more invested in sounding smart than engaging with the assignment. It's not brilliance; it's volume. We also tackle the big misconception: “If he had OCD, why is everything a mess?” Because labels aren't behavior; behavior is behavior. You can be hyper-controlled in one narrow slice of life and chaotic everywhere else. The apartment looks less like ritualized order and more like a disorganized brain that fixates, then drops the thread. Even the vegetarian receipts and “fake meat” run don't point to empathy—they might just be another fixation in a life of copy/paste identities. This segment isn't a diagnosis. It's a read of visible patterns: mimicry, identity gap, and chaos where substance should be. If you want the viral moment, it's here—the card, the smiley, and what they quietly telegraph. If you're following the case for more than headlines, subscribe and join the conversation below. Hashtags #BryanKohberger #HiddenKillers #CrimeScenePhotos #ApartmentTour #BehavioralAnalysis #CopycatBehavior #EvidencePhotos #TrueCrimeCommunity #OfficeDoorSmiley #CaseDiscussion #Podcast #Analysis Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

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In the shadow of the Tower of London — one of the most haunted places on Earth — a group of American students arrived wide-eyed and eager to check off their travel bucket lists. But for one student, the trip turned into a horrifying true story of disrespect, dark history, and possible paranormal revenge. He mocked it all. Laughed at ancient relics. Rolled his eyes at stories of hauntings. And then, beneath the very tree where Anne Boleyn — the famously executed wife of Henry VIII — is believed to have lost her life, he spit on the ground. He danced and joked about "the headless queen," trampling over the memory of those brutally murdered centuries ago. The rest of the group watched in awkward silence, uneasy at his disrespect. But that night, the real haunting began. Hours after his behavior, he collapsed in a London pub. Screaming that his head didn't feel like it was attached to his body — an eerily specific phrase considering whose grave he'd just mocked — he passed out and tumbled down a full flight of stairs. His classmates were awakened at 3AM by a professor with news no one expected: he was unconscious in the hospital. The tour was over for him. He had to be medically evacuated back to the United States. Doctors never figured out why it happened. He recovered… but remembered nothing. Was it alcohol? Coincidence? Or did Anne Boleyn — or one of the many other restless spirits in the Tower — decide enough was enough? #HauntedLondon #TowerOfLondon #RealGhostStories #TrueParanormalStory #AnneBoleyn #HauntedPlaces #ParanormalRevenge #GhostCaughtOnCamera #StudyAbroadHorror #AmericanTouristFails #RespectTheDead #CreepyTrueStory Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

To celebrate the first 7 years of my business (a Saturn cycle), I am looking back at the habits, healing, and challenges I faced in the various chapters along my path.  In this particular installment, I look at a period marked by a lot of Death, where learning to hold grief, and to trust myself as I faced uncertain futures, became essential to how I hold everything in life, including the art of my career.   This will likely be the most personal and vulnerable chapter in this whole series. It was a year of rollicking change, grounding in ritual, and surrendering to trust.  I call the frameworks that emerged at this time Vulture Magic and The Emergent No. These grew mostly from my personal life, especially 4th, 7th, and 8th house relationships and experiences.   To catch the previous chapters of this story, tune into Episodes 179, 183, and 190. To explore the history of the ideas I built out this year: Emergent No & Vulture Magic, Dumbo's Feather, and Coincidence as a Practice with Matt Bull.  Mentioned: Danica Boyce and Sam Garcia.  +++ Alert: There's a HUGE ECLIPSE SALE AT MY SCHOOL from September 5-8! Get new and old favorites for 50-75% off their original prices. The price is already applied to the courses included in the sale.  Save $200 on all 5 of the de-commissioned courses when you bundle them.  Everyone who spends over $1k across the sale will receive the full set of my Living the Signs workbooks for free. That's a $297 value.  +++ E M E R G E N C E  A S T R O L O G Y ⁠⁠https://brittenlarue.com/ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@brittenlarue Order Living Astrology Join my newsletter here Check out my new podcast CRYSTAL BALLERS on Spotify, Podbean, and Apple. +++ Podcast art: Angela George. Podcast music: Jonathan Koe.

Send us a textRemember Jaws 3 from 1983? We remember this technical marvel from the 80s as being completely awesome. But seeing that the biggest argument between Jaws fans is which film is the worst, Jaws 3 or Jaws 4, what do we know? Jaws 3 stars Dennis Quaid, Louis Gossett Jr., and Lea Thompson, and was directed by Joe Alves. In fact, this was the first film Joe Alves directed. Subsequently, this was the last film Joe Alves ever directed. Coincidence? Do You Remember Liking This Movie?

Hazel and Paul are back! This week they review some of the best recent theatrical releases. Join them as they talk about, "F1," "Superman," "Together," "Eddington," and "Weapons!"

Send me a Text Message.Have you ever wondered if that repeated number on the clock, a feather on your path, or a song that plays at just the right time is a true sign from the universe — or just random chance?In this episode we dive into the mystery of synchronicity and explore: ✨ Why humans are wired to look for signs — and what that means spiritually. ✨ The three types of signs you might be receiving right now. ✨ How to tell the difference between divine guidance and simple coincidence. ✨ What to actually do when a sign shows up.Whether you're new to spirituality or deeply connected to your intuition, this episode will help you recognize when the universe is speaking to you — and give you tools to trust the messages that come through.

The 44 Checks That Could Convict Donna Adelson | Hidden Paper Trail Exposed How do you pay a woman who doesn't work for you? Easy—just write forty-four checks after a murder. In this explosive episode, Tony Brueski and legal expert Eric Faddis unravel the damning paper trail linking Donna Adelson directly to Katherine Magbanua, the alleged go-between in the murder-for-hire plot that ended Dan Markel's life. Every single check was personally signed by Donna. Every single payment came after Dan's murder. And they all mysteriously stopped after an FBI undercover sting operation. Coincidence? Not likely. Eric Faddis dissects the legal impact of this financial evidence, how prosecutors frame it as consciousness of guilt, and whether the defense can realistically claim Donna was just being generous or blindly signing off on shady bookkeeping. This is more than just check fraud—this is motive with a memo line. Follow the money, and you just might follow the conspiracy straight to the top. Hashtags: #DonnaAdelson #DanMarkel #MurderForHire #TrueCrimePodcast #TonyBrueski #EricFaddis #CrimeScene #JusticeForDan #AdelsonTrial #FinancialEvidence Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

The 44 Checks That Could Convict Donna Adelson | Hidden Paper Trail Exposed How do you pay a woman who doesn't work for you? Easy—just write forty-four checks after a murder. In this explosive episode, Tony Brueski and legal expert Eric Faddis unravel the damning paper trail linking Donna Adelson directly to Katherine Magbanua, the alleged go-between in the murder-for-hire plot that ended Dan Markel's life. Every single check was personally signed by Donna. Every single payment came after Dan's murder. And they all mysteriously stopped after an FBI undercover sting operation. Coincidence? Not likely. Eric Faddis dissects the legal impact of this financial evidence, how prosecutors frame it as consciousness of guilt, and whether the defense can realistically claim Donna was just being generous or blindly signing off on shady bookkeeping. This is more than just check fraud—this is motive with a memo line. Follow the money, and you just might follow the conspiracy straight to the top. Hashtags: #DonnaAdelson #DanMarkel #MurderForHire #TrueCrimePodcast #TonyBrueski #EricFaddis #CrimeScene #JusticeForDan #AdelsonTrial #FinancialEvidence Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

In the summer of 1941, Soviet archaeologists opened the tomb of Timur—also known as Tamerlane—the legendary conqueror of Central Asia. Inside, they found chilling inscriptions warning that whoever disturbed his rest would unleash a catastrophe “more terrible than can be imagined.” Just days later, Nazi Germany launched its invasion of the Soviet Union. Coincidence or curse? The story of Timur's Tomb has haunted historians for decades. From the warnings etched on the coffin to the timing of Operation Barbarossa, and even the reburial of Timur's remains, this tale raises questions about fate, legend, and the power of belief. Join us as we dig into the eerie history of one of the world's most infamous curses.

Sophia Deemas, an author, spiritual explorer, and therapist, discusses the key ideas from her books, 'The Divine Language of Coincidence' and 'Consciousness Beyond Death,' which explore the nature of miracles and after-death communication. Sophia shares personal stories that highlight her philosophy on divine intelligence guiding us through coincidences, and the importance of taking action on those coincidences. We are encouraged to pay attention to alignment and obstacles as potential signs from a higher intelligence. The discussion also touches on how scientific communities are beginning to study and acknowledge synchronicities and after-death contacts.Where to find Sophia: sophiademas.com Instagram: @Sophia_Demas Facebook: @TheDivineLanguageOfCoincidenceAuthor of: The Divine Language of Coincidence--How Miracles Transformed My Life After I Began Paying Attention.Readers' Favorite 2021 Gold AwardConsciousness Beyond Death--True Stories of Signs, Messages, and TimingBest Book Awards 2023 Award FinalistSend us a textSupport the showLove the show? Your support helps keep these conversations going. You can treat me to a coffee here:https://buymeacoffee.com/shiftingdimensions Subscribe to our YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCr0p1zDPaPLmnmI3AIWhDFQFollow us: TikTok - @shiftingdimensions444 Instagram - @shiftingdimensions_podDisclaimer: The views, thoughts, and opinions expressed are the guest's own and do not represent the views, thoughts, and opinions of Shifting Dimensions. The material and information presented here is for general information and entertainment purposes only.

This week Zach shares stories about what happens when people are going through the dying process. Caretakers and medical professionals from all over describe the same baffling phenomena; lights, orbs, talking to people not in the room, and more. The boys also dip their toes back into communications that seem to be coming from beyond the grave. Spooky or comforting? Coincidence or real? You decide. It's all here folks.  

Unleashed! The Political News Hour with Mayor Deb – Today, we live in exciting and prophetic times. Think Revelations “mark of the beast.” Think Palantir. Think Antichrist. Are we witnessing mere coincidences at play or is something much bigger being unveiled before our eyes? If it is by design, then who designed it? God or the elites? Is everything playing out exactly like God's word said it would?

In this week's episode the Powell men discuss the ongoing fuckery in the #NationsCapital #WashingtonDC  where the #NationalGuard is posted up at #Trump behest. DP can't find a room at #TheWarf.  Coincidence? He's going anyway. We recommend that he take a few rest stops as men of a certain age have to. Damn #prostate.  We dive into the donations of #AIPAC . #Democrats receive 60% of #Israelilobby money. #HakeemJeffries , #ChuckSchumer #KamalaHarris are huge recipients as is current #SpeakeroftheHouse #MikeJohnson.  #CongressmanWesleyBell got 2.7 million to defeat #CoriBush , who was critical of the ongoing #GazaGenocide. #America has a shadow #puppetgovernment . No #UniversalHealthcare,  No real #Veterans care , No #freecollege here , but in #Israel all those things exist thanks to #AmericanTaxpayers . Make it make sense. In this week's #MountRushmore , who belongs on the Mount Rushmore of White #NBA players. #LarryBird is a lock . Have a safe and happy #LaborDay

After her mother's sudden passing, she began to experience small but unmistakable signs that she's not alone. The familiar flick of a hallway light, a soft humming in the night, a locket that opens on its own—all tied to memories only her mom could share. Years later, a cryptic letter hidden among her mother's belongings seems to predict the man she will one day marry. Coincidence, fate, or a connection that transcends life and death? This is a love story between mother and daughter that didn't end with goodbye. If you have a real ghost story or supernatural event to report, please write into our show or call 1-855-853-4802! If you like the show, please help keep us on the air and support the show by becoming a Premium Subscriber.  Subscribe here: http://www.ghostpodcast.com/?page_id=118 or at or at http://www.patreon.com/realghoststories Watch more at: http://www.realghoststoriesonline.com/ Follow Tony: Instagram: HTTP://www.instagram.com/tonybrueski TikToc: https://www.tiktok.com/@tonybrueski Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tony.brueski 

Thanks to our sponsor betterhelp. Visit https://betterhelp.com/NINJAS for 10% off your first month Control Body Odor ANYWHERE with @shop.mando and get 20% off + free shipping with promo code [NINJAS] at https://shopmando.com #mandopod #ad The mystery of the New Jersey night drones may finally be solved… but what's behind it? Meanwhile, a red heifer sacrifice in Israel sparks speculation about the 3rd Temple prophecy, and Bill Gates is once again at the center of accusations about population control and eugenics.Buckle up, this episode goes deep into conspiracies, prophecy, and hidden agendas.What do YOU think? Coincidence… or connected? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Meghan Markle stirs pasta and stirs the pot with a video featuring $300,000 in jewelry—because what's a rosé-fueled cooking clip without Diana's Cartier watch? Then came Taylor Swift, crashing Meghan's news cycle with a surprise album drop. Coincidence? Meghan's not so sure. Meanwhile, eagle-eyed critics spot a bug in a cookie video and launch a full-blown hygiene scandal. Also today: wasp invasions at Sandringham, Kate's quiet recovery continues, and the Duke of Westminster finds godparent diplomacy surprisingly complicated.  The Palace Intrigue Social Hub is Live! Join the conversation with fellow fans, share your thoughts and royal stories, and dive deeper into the drama behind the crown. Get full episodes, exclusive sneak peeks, behind-the-scenes videos, and more. Don't miss a moment—find us on Facebook and Instagram or click the links to start your royal journey!

On this week’s Freaky Friday segment…What started as a silly, late-night moment with friends turned into something that still haunts her — decades later. Now, years on, her daughter describes seeing the exact same thing, without ever having known what happened all those years ago.Coincidence? Or something that stayed with them both?This one had us covered in goosebumps. tune into today's episode to listen! Follow us on Instagram @sherises.podcast Join us in our Facebook forum

Two strange nights—two unexplained explosions of sound. A woman who rarely experiences the paranormal begins noticing something curious: the only times odd, unsettling events happen seem to be on nights she dares to listen to ghost stories after dark. First, a lightbulb suddenly bursts overhead in the middle of the night, leaving only an eerie silence and an unshakable feeling of dread. Weeks later, a lone fire alarm in her room screams to life without cause—falling silent the moment she reaches for the door. Coincidence? Or is fear itself the invitation something has been waiting for?  If you have a real ghost story or supernatural event to report, please write into our show or call 1-855-853-4802! If you like the show, please help keep us on the air and support the show by becoming a Premium Subscriber. Subscribe here: http://www.ghostpodcast.com/?page_id=118 or at or at http://www.patreon.com/realghoststories

On this episode, Tony Brueski digs into the chilling history of The Cecil Hotel in Los Angeles, a place notorious for its dark past and disturbing events, including the mysterious death of Elisa Lam. Was it the hotel's tragic history that led to these eerie occurrences, or is something more sinister at play? Tony explores the hotel's early years, its criminal connections, and the strange paranormal experiences reported by guests and investigators alike. From Richard Ramirez to ghostly apparitions, this episode dives deep into the mystery that continues to haunt one of LA's most infamous locations.

Taylor Swift broke the internet on her boyfriend Travis Kelce's podcast. She used “esoteric” while Travis was busy trying to figure out how to spell cat. Swifties ripped apart thumbnails like it was a true crime documentary, every brand on earth turned orange glitter for her, and I'm convinced she's about to play the Super Bowl at Levi's Stadium. Yes, Levi. My name. Coincidence? Absolutely not.David Dobrik finally said the words out loud: he's gay. Congrats, king, but if you can sit in a bathtub rubbing Corinna Kopf's shoulders while saying you're not attracted to her, you're either the bravest man alive or the dumbest.We also hit on AI Pokémon documentaries that look better than half of Netflix's library. Picture David Attenborough narrating Bulbasaur and tell me you don't want 151 episodes of that.And then there's Mr. Beast. Jimmy hopped on Kick with Aiden Ross and XQC, broke a world record, raised $12 million for clean water, and told Aiden to stop touching him on stream. Lesson: don't touch Mr. Beast.Somewhere in the middle of all this I rant about Instagram being useless, why kids won't ever have real sleepovers again, and why Dude Robe is the only robe you'll ever need. Use code WAWD for 20% off or be like Jessica and pay full price like a clown.This one's an hour of Taylor Swift conspiracies, YouTube drama, AI nonsense, and me yelling “what are we doing” at the state of the internet.

On this episode, Tony Brueski digs into the chilling history of The Cecil Hotel in Los Angeles, a place notorious for its dark past and disturbing events, including the mysterious death of Elisa Lam. Was it the hotel's tragic history that led to these eerie occurrences, or is something more sinister at play? Tony explores the hotel's early years, its criminal connections, and the strange paranormal experiences reported by guests and investigators alike. From Richard Ramirez to ghostly apparitions, this episode dives deep into the mystery that continues to haunt one of LA's most infamous locations.

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