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British Theatre Guide podcast
Marks and Gran ask if Freud could have saved the world from Hitler

British Theatre Guide podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 7, 2025 48:44


Laurence Marks and Maurice Gran's most famous works are TV sitcoms such as Shine On Harvey Moon, Birds of a Feather, Goodnight Sweetheart and The New Statesman. They have also written for radio and for stage musicals such as Dreamboats and Petticoats, but their latest piece, currently running at London's Upstairs at the Gatehouse, is a play called Dr Freud Will See You Now, Mrs Hitler. BTG Editor David Chadderton spoke to Laurence and Maurice about the play's story, history and long gestation as well as the extensive research that went into it, touching on how they have dealt with controversy over their work in the past, especially for their TV miniseries about Oswald Mosley, their writing process and much more. Dr Freud Will See You Now, Mrs Hitler opened at Upstairs at the Gatehouse in London on 4 September and runs until 28 September 2025.

Upstairs Neighbors
If We Were Nepo, with Bryan! | Ep 81 w/ Dom & Sav

Upstairs Neighbors

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 3, 2025 94:14


We welcome you back to another episode of Upstairs Neighbors! With Maya in Europe, Bryan joins your neighbors in their new home to talk about music festivals, Lewis Hamilton, and everyone's growing photo rolls. Enjoy! West coast tour tickets: https://rb.gy/gp982k Thanks to Klassy for sponsoring this video! To get 15% off your first order check out https://klassyshop.com/?utm_campaign=Upstairsneighbors or use code Klassy553 Keep it classic and cozy this fall with long-lasting staples from Quince. Go to https://quince.com/upstairs for free shipping on your order and 365-day returns Right now, Cornbread Hemp is offering 30% off your first order! Just go to https://cornbreadhemp.com/UPSTAIRS and use code UPSTAIRS at checkout IG: https://www.instagram.com/upstairsneighborspod/ Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@upstairsneighborspod Follow our Hosts: Maya IG: https://www.instagram.com/mayamoto_/ Maya Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@mayahasatiktok Dom IG: https://www.instagram.com/domrobxrts/ Dom Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@domnotateenmom Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

ExplicitNovels
Geoff and Marie's Good Life: Part 3

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 2, 2025


Geoff and Marie's Good Life: Part 3Busy WeekCan a retired couple's plan for sharing hubby work?Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.List of main characters.Geoff:   retired materials scientist. Mid-sixties. 5 foot 10 inch, ex amateur rugby player, still swims, runs and walks to keep fit. More than adequately equipped to satisfy his wife.Marie:   retired modern languages lecturer. Same age as her husband, Geoff. 5 foot 2 inch voluptuous build, with D cup tits and proportionate bum and hips. Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and olive skin inherited from her French grandmother.Angie:   possibly retired mathematician (may still be involved in intelligence gathering, she won't discuss her work). Early sixties. 5 foot 10 inch, slender athletic build. Firm B cup tits, brown hair and famously dirty mind.Mike:   research biochemist. Mid-fifties. 6 foot 1 inch, also rugby player. Good looking for his age.After they had left I wandered into the living room and started scrolling through the TV guide. Marie eventually joined me. I acknowledged her, but didn't speak. I got a feeling that any comment, at all, from me would be dissected, analyzed and found wanting."Say something then," she snapped."Okay," I replied. "Which would you rather watch, The News or House Of Games?""You know what I meant," she almost snarled."Do you know?" I responded. "I don't think that I do. I was willing to join a trial of a brand new drug, that I only need because you have this insane idea that my cock is the sexual equivalent of a charitable food bank: But do I get any thanks? Do I fuck! I just get attitude."I asked Mike out for a drink to get his opinion on vitamins and supplements to help a man in his sixties have better sex. He offered the trial place. You and Angie were both too drunk to talk sense to on the way home and we spent the rest of the time until you left this morning playing sex games with your mate or asleep."So, if my little Mediterranean princess isn't happy, the answer is simple. You ring Angie and tell her this weekend was a one-off and will never happen again. I will ring Craig and tell him I won't need his fucking drug after all, and the girls will have to find their own source of cock: Because you're having a tantrum."Now, I'm off to the pub. At least people will talk to me in a civil tone of voice there. Good job we made the bed in the spare room. I assume that's where I'll be sleeping for the foreseeable future. Enjoy the rest of your evening."And I left.I spent a couple of hours at the pub, though I only had two pints. I wasn't there to get hammered, just to calm down. The problem Marie and I have is reflected in our fields of study. She is about language; she can translate complex emotions by choosing the right words so that the true meanings are transferred between folks with no common tongue. I admire that. But sometimes she thinks that words can tell you everything.I am a scientist; I don't trust just words to tell me what I need to know; people have their own agendas: They use words to aggrandize themselves or for mischief, profit or power. I need data; evidence.Marie's concerns about new drugs were valid in part, but had been blown up by half-truths and downright lies on the internet. I had gone to a biochemist who actually understood the science and was familiar with the data and I asked for his advice. How did that work out for me? I was sat on my own in the pub while my wife was at home hating me.I looked at my watch. Half past eight. Honestly, I couldn't face another pint so I strolled home. I took out my key and opened the door; at least she hadn't changed the locks. I resisted the temptation to call out, "Hi, honey. I'm home." Probably too soon for that. I settled for, "It's only me."No reply, but there was a light on in the living room so I looked in. Marie was kneeling on the floor in the center of the room, hands in her lap, facing the door. When I moved forwards to see what was going on, she bent her head as if in prayer. What the fuck?"I'm sorry," she said quietly, straightening up. "I'm not going to ask you to spank me the way you did Angie yesterday, that was a game. This is too serious."She looked angry, but at herself. "I have spent decades of my life campaigning for women's right to control their own bodies and reproductive choices. But the first time I am confronted by you, a man, making a similar choice, I abuse you. If nothing else, that was total hypocrisy. Again, I'm so sorry."You have been nothing but supportive of my wish to make my friends happy, even though you've had your own concerns. I know the thought of having other women in your bed must have intrigued you, but you've always been more worried about damaging our marriage and resisted all the way."I am genuinely worried that this drug may damage you somehow but, if you give your word that you have considered the risks, I will leave the decision with you. Can you accept my apology?"I held out my hand and helped her to her feet. "Thank you. That was the most sincere apology I've ever heard. Of course, I accept. But why did you decide to make it like that? On your knees?"She thought before she replied. "When we were playing submissive spanky games with Angie, I didn't; engage with it the way she did, but I did feel different. I had chosen to give control to you because I trust you and I was; content."I was a bitch to you this afternoon, when you didn't deserve it so I decided to show you how much I regretted it. I decided to kneel in front of you to show the same respect today. I trust you. I should have trusted your decision. I needed you to see, as well as hear the words, how sorry I am."She looked carefully at me. "Tomorrow morning we either do or do not make those telephone calls. I've forfeited the right to choose," she said. "Do you want me to call Angie?"Honestly, I wasn't sure. Was this just the first of many arguments that we could avoid by just ditching the whole dumb idea? She looked stricken when I didn't respond straight away, but she said nothing as I weighed up the risks. I was balancing my marriage, my wife's happiness and my health against unknown outcomes. Even Angie admitted that her super-brain couldn't predict what would happen if we went ahead.I took a deep breath. "Fuck it! Let's just do it. I love you and if I get to fuck four, five or even all six of your friends to make you happy, I'd be insane not to. You must understand, though. If my enthusiasm for having sex with your friends starts to make you doubt my love for you, you have to tell me and we have to stop."In return, if I think that you are becoming emotionally over-attached to one or more of the women you are fucking. We stop. Are we agreed?"She stepped up and put her arms around me. "Agreed. Now, do you want to come upstairs and let me give you a more; intimate apology? I seem to remember that you were rejected twice this morning. That doesn't seem fair. As you aren't going to be in the spare bed tonight after all, I could practice those oral sex techniques that Angie showed me on you."As we made our way upstairs I told Marie that I needed the bathroom before we did anything else and Marie asked if I had ever considered 'water-sports'. For a confused moment I puzzled over why we were suddenly discussing paddle-boarding as a prelude to sex. Then I got the reference."Where the fuck did that come from?" I asked, stunned. After all, she'd never seen anything dirtier than Game Of Thrones until last month."You showed me how to access porn safely on the internet and I've found sites that describe and show people using piss in sex games," she replied airily. "If you have a bladder full of beer and you want to try, then I'm willing to submit as part of my atonement.""But do you find that arousing?" I asked.She was silent while she thought carefully. "I didn't at the time, but now I wonder if I might like to try one day. Maybe not now, unless you want to.""No. Not today." I said, "This gorgeous brunette with big boobs has promised me a blow-job to remember. Let's revisit this conversation another day."In the bathroom I unloaded my two pints of craft beer down the toilet bowl, rather than over my wife, then, after giving little (not that little) Geoffrey a good shake and a wash, I went to the bedroom, to find Marie sitting naked on our bed. She gestured for me to go to her and it seemed rude not to, so I did.She smiled at me as she started to unbuckle my belt. "Do you enjoy it when your wife wants only to submit and to pleasure you?""To be honest," I replied. "It's pretty much freaking me out." She looked at me quizzically. "Well," I said, a bit defensively, "It's not something I'm used to, I don't understand the boundaries and I know it isn't a role that particularly turns you on."By now she had my trousers unfastened and had them and my underwear around my ankles. I stepped out and pulled my polo shirt off. We were both naked and little Geoff was getting bigger."I understand," she said. "Games later; sex now." She started by licking my shaft from base to tip.Now, Marie has never shied away from sucking my cock, and I had never had anyone better to use as a comparison, until Angie the previous morning. Angie has always been hugely competitive so, when it came to oral sex, she had to be the best; and she was; she was Olympic standard. Fortunately she was also a generous friend who gave my wife a master-class (mistress-class?) only twenty four hours ago.Marie was a quick learner. Rather than going straight down on me, as I would have been delighted with previously, now she tormented me; licking along my length; vacuuming my balls into her mouth and molding them with her tongue. Eventually, when I was about to burst with exquisite frustration, she took me in her mouth and massaged my bulb with her tongue. Then she, literally, swallowed me. Her nose was pressed up against my belly and my balls were on her chin. Where the fuck my cock was, I truly could not imagine. But it felt fucking amazing.It felt good but, on the other hand, it sounded awful; all I could hear was her choking and gagging as she worked me back and forth into her throat but I couldn't pull away: she wouldn't let go of me. At last she slackened her hold on my hips and I pulled out of her mouth. Covered in pints of drool.She looked up at me, almost shyly, as if seeking approval. I wasn't going to make her ask. "That was fucking amazing. Now I want to taste you."Some people think that this is such a cliché: Woman sucks man, man sucks woman, then they fuck. If I had put my cock into Marie at that moment, I would have come before I was halfway in. So not only was I giving my wife pleasure, and I love going down on her anyway, but I was giving myself a moment to recover in order to extend our love-making.Normally I would have laid between her thighs to kiss her cunt, but we seemed to be pushing boundaries of late, so I got her to roll onto her belly with her bum raised. If you have never gone down on your woman like this, do it at least once if only for the view. My view was spectacular. My wife's glorious round ass with her truly adorable vulva peeking between her cheeks. It gave me an almost spiritual joy to behold.I started with her labia, acknowledging her clit but not over-stimulating it, and then moving to her anus. We've never really played bottom games before, but Marie's fascination tonight with; unconventional sex prompted me to experiment. Tonight I truly focused my oral attention on that little sphincter though my hands were permanently up to mischief elsewhere. Once I was satisfied she was happy with my efforts, I straightened up and rubbed my cock at her front door."About fucking time," she gasped. "I was going to start without you.""Oh, be quiet you randy old tart," I replied cheerfully as I slid completely into her. "If you're just going to complain, I won't do this."So saying I pushed my index finger, already well lubricated courtesy of Marie's cunt, into her tight little bum hole.She squealed with a mixture of horror and delight as my digit slipped easily into that place where the sun truly don't shine. At this point I was wishing that her hair was long enough for a pony tail for me to pull on, not just because that seemed to be a common trope in anal sex porn, but because I only had one hand left to pull her onto my cock and, honestly, I thought using the finger up her ass to do it seemed; crude.On the up side though, because we weren't actually 'doggy-style', I was fucking my wife down into the pillow so I consoled myself by just putting my spare hand on her bum, more to support me than anything else.So there we were, Marie with her head on the pillow and her ass in the air, me kneeling behind her with my cock in her cunt and my finger in her bum, both of us naked, horny, and loving every minute of this. No kids to burst in on us mid-fuck, no fear of pregnancy and no need to give a shit what the neighbors would think. We were putting the 'sex' into 'sexagenarian'.I started moving my cock in and out in my favorite long strokes. I think I'd read that the vagina is most sensitive near its entrance so I wanted to get the widest part of my cock stimulating her there as much as possible. Then I'd push my entire length in so she would feel full. I tried to move my finger in and out of her anus at the same time. I did my best, but it was like trying to rub your belly while you're patting your head. Still, Marie seemed to appreciate the effort. She was so wet with arousal that there seemed hardly any friction between us but her vaginal muscles were gripping me like an internal fist. She grunted as she pushed back against me as well as she could. We lasted longer than I expected but eventually we both got there."Oh, fuck;” She gasped, "I'm so; So close; Just touch me; There; Oh, yes; Just; Like; Ah!"Her orgasm was so intense and she gripped me so hard that I came too within less than a minute. I hadn't realized that vaginal and anal muscles seem to be on the same circuit. But when Marie's cunt muscles gripped my cock, her sphincter clamped onto my finger too. I managed to extract the offending digit from his naughty place and collapsed on the bed next to my wife, both of us trying to catch our breath."You dirty old bugger," she said. "What made you decide to do that now?""I'm not altogether sure," I replied truthfully. "But it's occurred to me a couple of times this weekend that I've kissed that little opening while I've been pleasuring both you and Angie, but I've never really done more than that. And I wanted to do it with you. Tonight seemed like the right time.""Mmm," she responded. "Well, just so you know, it's okay to keep that in your repertoire."I made a quick trip to the bathroom to wash hands and cock then climbed into bed to spoon my drowsy wife. As she dozed off, while I played with her boobs I started to think about what having sex with different women would mean to me. I mean, come on, different libidos, different erogenous zones, potentially different 'no-go' areas and, more interestingly different kinks. Marie had a well-intentioned idea, but muggins here had to deliver. And I wanted to do it properly so I slowly and surely drew my plans.TuesdayWe slept in a little that morning so we only had time for a quick missionary fuck to greet the day. Then we used the bathroom and went down to breakfast together. Over tea and toast we chatted about plans for the day. Now UK readers of a certain age will understand, but for everyone else, you might need to know this. British garden centers are often a weekly destination of choice for retirees. Yes they sell plants, and Brits are inveterate gardeners, but they also sell seasonal goods, artisan produce and have great coffee shops. Today though, I offered an alternative to our usual haunt."I think that we should go to a naughty shop." I suggested."Because?" Prompted Marie."Well, last night, after shagging you into unconsciousness, I was thinking about your, our, plan." I paused. "So far we have proved that you can cope seeing me screw another woman, and you can take pleasure with another woman yourself, and we've prepped the beds for lots of sex but;” I hesitated again."Go on," she urged me gently. "Let me see where you're going with this.""It's just that I barely know most of your friends, apart from Angie, and the reality is that we aren't even going on a date before I fuck them. I've no idea what turns them on or anything. Talk about going in unprepared. So I thought, we'd need lube and stuff, so why not a few toys too, to lighten the mood?"She sat back, "Oh, shit! Now I understand why you've not been nearly as excited as I expected. I've been so caught up in this fantasy of my friends all having the same great sex as me," she looked embarrassed. "But I did just what Angie said. She said we were discussing you the same way that the men we despised talk about women. But instead of tits and cunts, just as a cock with a man attached!"She burst into tears. "I'm supposed to be your wife," she sobbed. "I'm supposed to cherish you. But no, I'm just so excited about pimping you out to my friends that I forgot all about your feelings and fears. Fuck! What a bitch I am. Why do you even stay with me?"She ran from the room, tears streaming down her face. Maybe I should have gone after her, but she knew where I was when she was ready. Obviously, being British I made a cup of tea for myself and got one ready for Marie for when she emerged. After I'd finished my drink and eaten my Hobnob biscuit I went past our bedroom on the way to the loo and I could hear her speaking softly on her phone, her voice still breaking with emotion.On the way back downstairs I tapped on the door and looked in. She glanced up through tear stained eyes. I asked her if she wanted me to make her a cuppa. She nodded and told me that she'd be down shortly, after she'd been to the bathroom.She looked a little better when she came down. I shouted to her that I'd got her drink in the living room and she joined me there.She sighed. "We can't keep on like this, can we? I ruined our day yesterday, I've sobbed my heart out this morning for treating you like a whore and tomorrow you're going to join a drug trial: When all you actually wanted was to make love to your wife again."I said; nothing. She needed to work through this herself. Platitudes wouldn't help. Eventually she looked at me. "Geoff, tell me honestly, do you want to sleep with my friends?"I sat forward in my seat. "You have offered me most men's fantasy. A nearly open marriage where I am allowed to have sex with multiple women, and I don't have to think about you with other men. But I worry about the cost. What if this isn't a fantasy but a nightmare? What if it splits us up? What if you can't face living with me anymore after you've seen my cock in all of your friends? Where will we live? How do we explain to our family why we aren't together anymore? I keep trying to introduce reality into this fantasy, but I'm just not convinced that you 'get it' yet." And, yes, I did the air quotes."I suggested the rules, not you, I thought about the need for erection supplements, I bought the bedding. I've been thinking about stuff like sex toys, lube, boundaries for fuck's sake! I need you on the same page or this is a disaster waiting to happen."She sipped her tea. "You've thought about this, haven't you? What do you think could go wrong?""Okay, fair enough," I replied. "Imagine this. One of your fri

Real Ghost Stories Online
Anniversary of a Death: Did the Spirit Return? | Real Ghost Stories CLASSIC

Real Ghost Stories Online

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 31, 2025 39:22


Some houses never let go of the energy left behind when a life is cut short. When a listener was just ten years old, their mother moved the family yet again—this time into what looked like the perfect home in a “nicer” neighborhood of Petersburg, Ontario. At first, it seemed like a fresh start. But very quickly, shadows, sounds, and an overwhelming sense of unease made it clear this house had secrets of its own. The basement was finished, open, and bright—yet no one would go down there willingly. Even their fearless mother avoided it except when forced to do laundry. One day, the children saw an opaque white shadow walk directly in front of the fireplace and vanish. Even stranger, the old barn-style laundry room door—heavy and dragging on the carpet—was seen closing by itself, a physical impossibility without human force. Upstairs, footsteps echoed down the hallway from empty rooms, often during after-school homework sessions. The listener would hold their breath, sure an intruder was coming, only to find nothing. Then came the night that has haunted them for twenty-five years. While taking a bath alone, they heard the deafening crash of what sounded like a large man collapsing onto the hardwood floor in their mother's bedroom. Frozen in fear, they locked both bathroom doors and waited until their mother came home. She dismissed it as “something falling,” but the child knew better. Years later, the truth came out: a tenant had died in that very bedroom, collapsing from a fatal heart attack before the family moved in. The “death house” had been offered at a bargain price. Looking back, the listener believes the sound they heard was a terrifying playback of that man's final moments, echoing through the walls of the home. Some hauntings linger not to scare—but to replay a death that the house itself cannot forget. #RealGhostStories #DeathHouse #OntarioHaunting #BasementShadows #FootstepsInTheHall #BathTimeTerror #SpiritEchoes #HauntedHome #ParanormalExperiences #GhostPodcast 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 Daily Poem
Ogden Nash's "The People Upstairs"

The Daily Poem

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 29, 2025 2:03


Noisy upstairs neighbors have been consternating mankind for as long as second-floors have existed. The all-too-familiar phenomenon has inspired novels, movies, Tom Waits songs, and even a poem or two–like today's. Happy reading. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit dailypoempod.substack.com/subscribe

Rosebud with Gyles Brandreth
Dame Eileen Atkins

Rosebud with Gyles Brandreth

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 29, 2025 72:56


To end our second year of Rosebud, we have one of our most charming, talented and brilliant theatrical dames: Dame Eileen Atkins. Dame Eileen is a uniquely talented writer and actor, both on stage and screen - from Cranford, to the RSC, to The Killing of Sister George on Broadway, to Upstairs, Downstairs and The House of Eliot (which she co-created), to Mrs Dalloway (for which she wrote the screenplay). And this is one of our most entertaining interviews yet, with stories from Dame Eileen's long life and career . From her early years in Tottenham, when a gypsy going door-to-door prophesied that the three year-old Eileen would be a world-famous dancer, to her career as a child performer playing the working men's clubs, to her school days in Edmonton - the anecdotes from Eileen's life are brilliantly told. We then hear about her days at drama school, her friendship with Sir Alec Guinness and a couple of very funny stories from her working life. This is a fitting end to a fabulous two years for our podcast. We're very proud of the show we've created, and of our community of listeners - we're grateful to each and every one of you for your emails, your ears, your reviews, and your time. Thank you so much for being here with us! And thank you to Dame Eileen for this special conversation. Here's to many more years of Rosebud to come. Enjoy this. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Upstairs Neighbors
Abundance Barbies & Always Bet On Yourself | Ep 80 w/ Dom & Maya

Upstairs Neighbors

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 27, 2025 73:18


We welcome you back to another episode of Upstairs Neighbors! Today your neighbors talk about their gratitude, the importance of betting on yourself, and their BRAND NEW set. Enjoy!  West coast tour tickets: https://rb.gy/gp982k  Check out https://www.squarespace.com/UPSTAIRS to save 10% off your first purchase of a website or domain using code UPSTAIRS]. Go to https://brooklynbedding.com and use our promo code UPSTAIRS at checkout to get 30% off sitewide. Get better sleep, hair and skin with Blissy and use UPSTAIRSPOD to get an additional 30% off at https://blissy.com/UPSTAIRSPOD. IG: https://www.instagram.com/upstairsneighborspod/ Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@upstairsneighborspod Follow our Hosts:  Maya IG: https://www.instagram.com/mayamoto_/ Maya Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@mayahasatiktok Dom IG: https://www.instagram.com/domrobxrts/ Dom Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@domnotateenmom Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We Wine Whenever's Podcast
RHOM-Notes, Notaries & No More Nerves

We Wine Whenever's Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 27, 2025 50:15


Send us a textRHOM-Notes, Notaries & No More NervesPodcast Summary-RHOM S7 E12- Uncivil in SevilleThe Seville trip turns into a full-on meltdown as Lisa's legal drama, Larsa's texts, and Adriana's slip-ups send the group spiraling.Legal Chaos at Dinner: Lisa scrambles to notarize legal papers with Guerdy's help while Jody bombards Larsa with texts. Upstairs, Guerdy tries to focus Lisa on her kids, while downstairs, the women question Jody's priorities and Lisa's choices.Larsa vs. Lisa (Round 100): Once Lisa rejoins dinner, Larsa accuses Jody of “harassment” texts. Lisa fires back that Larsa twists things, and the feud spirals when Marisol exposes Lisa for taking notes on the women. Lisa defends it as smart divorce strategy, but the group sees it as betrayal.Next-Day “Fun”: The women split up—Lisa, Guerdy, Adriana, and Kiki go shopping, while the others paint tiles (mostly penises). Later at Alcázar, Julia shares her wish for the ladies to be godparents, but tension lingers as talk turns to the upcoming Marbella jet ride.Plane Drama Looms: Julia and Marysol confront Lisa about her phone obsession. Lisa refuses to give it up, citing legal matters and her kids. A “phone basket” rule is set, but Lisa storms off, claiming she'll remove herself.Dinner Disaster #3: At yet another dinner, Adriana outs Lisa for unfollowing Marcus—breaking a secret pact. A fight explodes when Adriana calls Kiki “ratchet,” leading to tears, screaming, and chaos. Stephanie storms off in frustration, calling it the third ruined dinner in Spain.Endgame: While some of the women laugh at the absurdity, others are embarrassed by the public spectacle. Back at the hotel, Stephanie, Larsa, Marysol, and Alexia plot seating arrangements for the jet to avoid more explosions. Marisol sums it up with a drink: “This is why I drink so much—so my spirit doesn't break.”Spain may be historic and beautiful, but for the Miami ladies, it's nothing but uncivil in Seville.TakeawaysLarsa seems to be struggling for relevance in the group.The text message drama was ultimately insignificant.Lisa's legal issues are affecting her emotional state.Taking notes during conversations is a new strategy for Lisa.The dynamics of friendship are complex and often contradictory.Cultural insights add depth to the cast's interactions.Private jet etiquette is a source of contention.The group is experiencing too much drama for enjoyment.Adriana's worldly experiences are impressive and noteworthy.The after show reveals deeper insights into the cast's relationships.Support the showhttps://www.wewinewhenever.com/

Upstairs Neighbors
End of an Era…Thank You <3 | Ep 79 w/ Dom & Maya

Upstairs Neighbors

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 20, 2025 94:20


We welcome you back to another episode of Upstairs Neighbors! Today your neighbors talk about awful men, thought daughters, and the end of an era. Enjoy!  West coast tour tickets: https://rb.gy/gp982k  Head to https://www.squarespace.com/UPSTAIRS  to save 10% off your first purchase of a website or domain using code UPSTAIRS. Thanks to Klassy for sponsoring this video! To get 15% off your first order check out https://klassyshop.com/?utm_campaign=Upstairsneighbors or use code Klassy553 Use our code for 10% off your next SeatGeek order*: https://seatgeek.onelink.me/RrnK/UPSTAIRSNEIGHBORS10 Sponsored by SeatGeek. *Restrictions apply. Max $20 discount Download Cash App Today: https://click.cash.app/ui6m/v1g7rxgc #CashAppPod  As a Cash App partner, we may earn a commission when you sign up for a Cash App account. Cash App is a financial services platform, not a bank. Banking services provided by Cash App's bank partner(s). Prepaid debit cards issued by Sutton Bank, Member FDIC. Visit cash.app/legal/podcast for full disclosures. Get better sleep, hair and skin with Blissy and use UPSTAIRSPOD to get an additional 30% off at blissy.com/UPSTAIRSPOD.  IG: https://www.instagram.com/upstairsneighborspod/ Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@upstairsneighborspod Follow our Hosts:  Maya IG: https://www.instagram.com/mayamoto_/ Maya Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@mayahasatiktok Dom IG: https://www.instagram.com/domrobxrts/ Dom Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@domnotateenmom Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Bang to Rights
317: He did UNSPEAKABLE acts to a BABY while her Mum was asleep upstairs

Bang to Rights

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 18, 2025 64:54


Where do I start with this case? Probably at the part where I say it is one of the most horrific cases I have had to cover. The case of Emmaleigh Barringer is one that will stay with me forever. Benjamin Taylor is without a doubt hellbound for what he has done. I cannot put into words how demonic this so called excuse for a human is. Let me know your thoughts in the comments as usual. Em x

222 Paranormal Podcast
476. Into the Shadows of the Doss House – with Shanna

222 Paranormal Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 17, 2025 63:44


Please Subscribe and leave a 5-Star revue. Click here to go to the Doss house's Website. https://www.thedosshouse-pa.com/ Click here to go to our Patreon Page. https://www.patreon.com/222ParanormalPodcast Click here to go to our Facebook Page. https://www.facebook.com/222paranormal Click here to see Jen's Book Ohio the haunt of it all. https://a.co/d/gpXyvGm Click here for Joe's Book From Zero to Podcaster. https://a.co/d/2EVPJ7B Click here to save on High-End Clothing. https://poshmark.com/closet/happie22   In this hauntingly atmospheric episode, we take you deep into the heart of Loretto, Pennsylvania, as we explore one of the most intriguing—and eerily enigmatic—haunted sites in the region: The Doss House. Joined by paranormal investigator Shanna, we uncover layers of history, mystery, and ghostly lore surrounding a house built in 1810 that continues to chill visitors to this day.   Historical Foundations The Doss House stands as the first home constructed in Loretto on land once belonging to Native American tribes such as the Shawnee, Lenape (Delaware), Asswikales, and Mingoes. Erected in 1810, it's a tangible relic of early American settlement in the area.   Who Were Its Inhabitants? This old house once served dual roles in daily town life—the residence of Loretto's only dentist and later its only barber. According to local lore, both figures may never have left. Visitors frequently report feeling their presence linger in the halls, lending the house its reputation as a nexus of strange encounters.   Paranormal Encounters & Chilling Tales Shanna walks us through some spine-tingling reports: A little girl in a green dress has been seen drifting through the halls—an apparition that has become one of the house's most repeated sightings.   Basement phenomena include shadowy figures and a low, guttural audible growl, creating a sense of dread that many describe as unlike anything they've experienced elsewhere. Upstairs, the staircase is not just historic—it's haunted. One visitor reported being pushed down the stairs by what seemed to be a spirit that reenacts past actions.   A Legacy of Hope Amid the Haunting Shanna's connection to the Doss House runs deeper than spectral sightings. She, along with her wife Danielle, acquired the house in memory of her beloved mother, Holley Cataldo. Their goal? To transform it into a symbol of hope and resilient spirit, weaving Holley's legacy into the fabric of paranormal exploration.   Events, Tours & The Creep It Real Festival The Doss House offers more than ghost stories. It hosts themed events, guided paranormal investigations, and even daytime tours—an immersive experience for history buffs and ghost hunters alike. Notably, Shanna and Danielle organized the wildly successful 2025 Creep It Real Festival, held at the Summer Solstice. Featuring celebrity guests, field researchers, authors, and psychic mediums, it celebrated both the macabre and the meaningful.   How to Visit & Contact Info Located at 278 St. Mary Street, Loretto, PA, The Doss House welcomes paranormal enthusiasts seeking both thrill and storytelling . For bookings or to book an investigation, you can contact them via thedosshouse278@gmail.com or look up Unique Paranormal 1.5 on Facebook   Welcome to the 222 Paranormal Podcast, your gateway to the captivating world of the supernatural. Immerse yourself in our expertly crafted episodes, where we delve deep into a wide range of paranormal phenomena, including ghostly hauntings, cryptid sightings, and unexplained mysteries that defy logic. Each episode is meticulously researched and features engaging discussions with leading experts, seasoned ghost hunters, and renowned paranormal investigators. We cover the latest advancements in ghost hunting technology, offer practical tips for both amateur and experienced investigators, and review essential equipment for your paranormal adventures. Our podcast also explores the rich history of haunted locations, sharing true stories and firsthand accounts that will send chills down your spine. Whether you're a die-hard fan of the paranormal or just curious about the unknown, our content is designed to entertain, inform, and ignite your imagination. Stay tuned as we uncover secrets from the most haunted places around the world and analyze the most intriguing supernatural events. We also provide in-depth interviews with notable figures in the field and explore theories that challenge conventional understanding of reality. By subscribing to our Paranormal Podcast, you'll stay updated with the latest episodes, allowing you to join a community of like-minded individuals who share your fascination with the unexplained. Don't miss out on our exclusive content and special features, which bring you closer to the mysteries that lie beyond our everyday experiences. Dive into the world of the unknown with our Paranormal Podcast and experience the thrill of discovering what lies just beyond the veil of reality. Ohio The Haunt of it All, By Jennifer Shortridge. Discover why Ohio is considered one of the most haunted states. Authentic ghost stories from each of Ohio's eighty-eight counties promise to keep you on the edge of your seat as we delve into legends and lore, from crybaby bridges to headless horsemen, witches' graves to spooky cemeteries, and spectral sightings to terrifying encounters with ghosts. Places marked by murder, mausoleums, and ancient mounds await those who dare to visit. Haunted prisons, long forgotten insane asylums, historic mansions, and ghostly hotels all contribute to Ohio's distinctive and supernatural history. Every county boasts its own folklore, tales, and profound history. Join me in discovering why I believe Ohio is not just the Heart, but also the Haunt of it all.

Real Ghost Stories Online
What Waits Upstairs | Real Ghost Stories Online

Real Ghost Stories Online

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 16, 2025 8:05


Student housing can be unpredictable—but sometimes, it's more than just noisy neighbors and creaky floors. Twenty years ago, a group of friends moved into an old, house near campus, the kind of place with strange staircases, oddly placed rooms, and an unsettling atmosphere in certain hallways. By the time they moved out, the house's reputation had only grown darker… and recent images show it still bears a warning on the front door. Was it all the antics of restless spirits, unhappy with their once-grand home's new life as student housing? Or something far older, and much less forgiving? If you have a real ghost story or supernatural event to report, please write into our show at http://www.realghoststoriesonline.com/ or call 1-855-853-4802! Want AD-FREE & ADVANCE RELEASE EPISODES? Become a Premium Subscriber Through Apple Podcasts now!!! https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/real-ghost-stories-online/id880791662?mt=2&uo=4&ls=1 Or Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/realghoststories Or Our Website: http://www.ghostpodcast.com/?page_id=118 

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Upstairs Neighbors
Baby There is No Plane… | Ep 78 w/ Dom & Maya

Upstairs Neighbors

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 13, 2025 79:33


We welcome you back to another episode of Upstairs Neighbors! Today your neighbors talk about the worst travel day ever, budget airlines, and the love of UGG. Enjoy! West coast tour tickets: https://rb.gy/gp982k Ask and you shall receive Patreon is LIVE: https://www.patreon.com/c/upstairsneighbors Go to https://brooklynbedding.com and use our promo code UPSTAIRS at checkout to get 30% off sitewide. Go to https://nuuly.com and enter the code upstairs and sign up to get $28 off your first month. IG: https://www.instagram.com/upstairsneighborspod/ Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@upstairsneighborspod Follow our Hosts: Maya IG: https://www.instagram.com/mayamoto_/ Maya Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@mayahasatiktok Dom IG: https://www.instagram.com/domrobxrts/ Dom Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@domnotateenmom Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Paranormal Mysteries Podcast
Phantom Faces, Something Upstairs & A Voice From The Grave | 446

Paranormal Mysteries Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 11, 2025 25:52 Transcription Available


Phantom Faces, Something Upstairs & A Voice From The GraveEpisode 446 | August 11, 2025 EPISODE HIGHLIGHTS“...when he had stayed the night with me a few weeks before, he had woken up in the middle of the night to the faint sound of a baby crying, and it came from the direction of my grandmothers room.” “I pushed the little rusty gate shut. Immediately, I heard a stern male voice growl, "Don't touch the gate!" The voice came from the grave. Clear as a bell.”(For a full transcript, visit https://paranormalmysteriespodcast.com/episodes)Valerie's Pictures: https://paranormalmysteriespodcast.com/blog/446-valeries-photos-of-the-facesINFO & CONTACTWebsite: https://paranormalmysteriespodcast.comTell Your Story: https://paranormalmysteriespodcast.com/tell-your-storyForum: https://paranormalmysteriespodcast.com/forumSUPPORT THE SHOWPatreon: https://paranormalmysteriespodcast.com/patreonBuy Me A Coffee: https://paranormalmysteriespodcast.com/bmacPayPal: https://paranormalmysteriespodcast.com/paypalFOLLOW & SUBSCRIBEYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@ParanormalMysteriesPodcastSocial Media: https://paranormalmysteriespodcast.com/linksPodcast Source: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/paranormal-mysteries--2321086My Wife's Podcast: https://paranormalmysteriespodcast.com/sleep-relaxation-podcast

David and Will
George Pezos lives upstairs to the Findon shop fires last night

David and Will

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 10, 2025 3:47 Transcription Available


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Upstairs Neighbors
Girl Only Gas Stations | Ep 77 w/ Dom & Maya

Upstairs Neighbors

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 6, 2025 63:19


We welcome you back to another episode of Upstairs Neighbors! Today your neighbors talk about girl only gas stations, being chopped and unc, and finding real friends in LA. Enjoy! West coast tickets go on sale 7/31: https://rb.gy/gp982k Ask and you shall receive Patreon is LIVE: https://www.patreon.com/c/upstairsneighbors Get better sleep, hair and skin with Blissy and use UPSTAIRSPOD to get an additional 30% off at https://blissy.com/UPSTAIRSPOD. Go to https://Zocdoc.com/UPSTAIRS to find and instantly book a top-rated doctor today. IG: https://www.instagram.com/upstairsneighborspod/ Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@upstairsneighborspod Follow our Hosts: Maya IG: https://www.instagram.com/mayamoto_/ Maya Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@mayahasatiktok Dom IG: https://www.instagram.com/domrobxrts/ Dom Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@domnotateenmom Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Storytime
REVENGE ON MY LOUD NEIGHBOURS r/ProRevenge Reddit Stories

Storytime

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 1, 2025 26:25


r prorevenge where Upstairs neighbors were too loud, so I returned the favor Cheating spouse My college roommates and her friends would eat all of my food, so, they ate brains. My sister kept ignoring my text, so I started replying to hers after a 24-hour delay Petty revenge via the world's worst ringtone.

Upstairs Neighbors
Dom's Euro Summer Recap | Ep 76 w/ Dom & Maya

Upstairs Neighbors

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 30, 2025 75:01


We welcome you back to another episode of Upstairs Neighbors! Today your neighbors talk about Dom's Euro summer trip, bartenders with pretty boy swag, and chopped men. Enjoy!   West coast tickets go on sale 7/31: https://rb.gy/gp982k  Ask and you shall receive Patreon is LIVE: https://www.patreon.com/c/upstairsneighbors Thanks to Klassy for sponsoring this video! To get 15% off your first order check out https://klassyshop.com/?utm_campaign=Upstairsneighbors or use code Klassy553 Get 30% off your first order at https://cornbreadhemp.com/UPSTAIRS and use code UPSTAIRS at checkout.  Download Cash App Today: https://click.cash.app/ui6m/v1g7rxgc #CashAppPod  As a Cash App partner, we may earn a commission when you sign up for a Cash App account. Cash App is a financial services platform, not a bank. Banking services provided by Cash App's bank partner(s). Prepaid debit cards issued by Sutton Bank, Member FDIC. Visit cash.app/legal/podcast for full disclosures. IG: https://www.instagram.com/upstairsneighborspod/ Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@upstairsneighborspod Follow our Hosts:  Maya IG: https://www.instagram.com/mayamoto_/ Maya Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@mayahasatiktok Dom IG: https://www.instagram.com/domrobxrts/ Dom Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@domnotateenmom Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Ben Fordham: Highlights
‘Empty upstairs' - Matt Canavan trades insults with Chris Bowen

Ben Fordham: Highlights

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 28, 2025 7:16


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‘Empty upstairs' - Matt Canavan trades insults with Chris Bowen

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Pot Luck Food Talks
Asador Etxebarri: A Course by Course Restaurant Review

Pot Luck Food Talks

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 27, 2025 30:56 Transcription Available


ExplicitNovels
Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 3

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 26, 2025


Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 3 Change of Pace, Change of Place. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.   I'm pretty sure it was only for a moment, but it could have been a couple minutes. When I came to, I was still inside Erica, and still mostly hard. I pulled out and was quickly followed by our leaking mess spilling onto the sheets. Erica didn't move, except for heavy breathing. Then she rolled onto her side, legs coming up into a fetal position, ass pointed back at me. Her messy, cummy twat peeked at me between her legs and butt cheeks. Sitting back on my ass, I blinked a few times and tried to re-center myself until I gave up and fell backwards, breathing hard and looking up at the ceiling. "God damn, E," I said. "That was something fucking else." No response. I rolled over, dragging myself up to lay next to her. "Erica?" Her eyes were closed and she was looking comfortable, if a little cold laying over the sheets. Her lips were moving, and when I got close enough it sounded like she was whispering, "Imprinting," over and over. "That's kinda fucked up," I said quietly, looking at her otherwise still face. She sounded like a computer program reporting on a status. The only thing that kept me from freaking out was the big, contented smile on her lips. I kissed her forehead, trying not to think about quite how fucked up things were, and then I rolled off the bed and stood up. Underwear and pants went back on, and I crossed the hall to the bathroom where I got a wet, warm washcloth and a towel. I returned to the room and carefully wiped down Erica's twat and ass of our mixed fluids, then wrapped her in a towel and picked her up. I carried her down the hall to my room and managed to get her under the covers. I'll admit, I also gave her tits another soft grope, just to convince myself this was all real. God, they're awesome. Leo was out of the house, which on second thought made me realize what I'd just done. I'd fucked his sister, and we hadn't really held back at all. If he and I had been hearing the 'biz' and soft moans of Erica masturbating I can only imagine the sounds that had been coming down through the old wooden timbers of the house. "Fuck," I sighed. Hopefully he had gone out to the workshop before we'd gotten started. It was still the middle of the afternoon so I went back to packing. It was weird, sorting through everything in the house. Also fucking annoying because I didn't even have many boxes to pack with, and I couldn't exactly just run out to the liquor or hardware store to get some. It was strange; I'd lived in the house for much of my life, and I'd lived in it with Leo for the past five years, but I still found traces of my parents and grandparents I hadn't thought about in ages. It had to have been an hour or two later when Leo came back into the house. He had rings of sweat on his t-shirt and looked like he was ready to punch something. "Hey," I said. I was kneeling down in the living room, busy scooping old VHS tapes out from the back of one of the big cupboards. They hadn't seen the light of day in probably twenty years, but I also felt like it was a waste to throw them out. Leo just looked at me from the doorway, kicking off his boots. "That was fucked up," I said. "Yeah, it was," he said. "You know I wouldn't just pump and dump her," I said. Leo twisted up his face in revulsion. "Fucking of course not. Jesus, Harrison. You're not an animal." "So why the fuck would you make her hold on to a high school agreement when she and I might have been good for each other, Leo?" "She told you that?" Leo's face dropped. "Yeah. She did," I said. "She shouldn't have. Not talking about it was part of the deal, too," Leo grunted. He peeled off his sweaty shirt and threw it towards the stairs, then headed towards the back of the house. "Where is she now?" "Upstairs. That's another thing we need to talk about, but I'm not done with this." Leo was pouring himself a drink from the tap. My father had gotten a new well drilled a couple of years before I was born, and then when I hit high school we'd gotten a pump system; I still couldn't believe we'd lived on hand-pumped well water until I was fourteen. Now, with a whole filtration system set up in the back shed we - It doesn't matter. It's all going away. That realization almost shook me out of the conversation. "What's left to talk about?" Leo asked me, leaning on the doorsill from the kitchen. "Leo, I've always liked your sister. This whole thing just... forced the issue. You get that, right? She's not betraying you. I'm not betraying you." Leo didn't answer at first, buying time by taking a drink from his glass before sighing. "Yeah. I know." "So what are you pissed about?" "Dude, she's still my sister. And you're my best friend. That's not how this is supposed to go! She's supposed to meet some guy that I don't really like, but I learn to tolerate him, and we make fun of him together behind their backs and talk about how she could do so much better." "Why is that how it's supposed to go?" I asked. "I don't know, man. That's just; That's how it was with my parents and aunts and uncles. My dad was an only child, but all my mom's sisters settled for mediocre guys. My parents tolerated them, and I got to hear all the family gossip and that's just how it was." "Leo," I said. "That's kind of fucked up that you would want that for Erica." "I don't want it for her, it was just... Look, I hear how stupid and dickish it is, as it's coming out of my mouth, Okay? But now it's going to be you two. He-man and... I don't know. Who's the lady in He-man?" "Dude, I have never watched He-man," I laughed. "Well, whatever. You're you. She's her," Leo said. "By the end of this quarantine bullshit you'll be together and I'll be out." "Leo. You're thinking glass-half-empty here," I said. "Erica and I get together, what else does that mean?" "I dunno," Leo said. "What?" "What does that make us?" Leo blinked. "Brothers-in-law?" He rolled his eyes, but I could see the smirk growing. "Brothers, Leo. Even better than best friends. Better than best friend roommates!" "Fine, fine," Leo sighed. "Okay, there's an upside. Just don't expect me to just... be Okay with you two getting frisky everywhere or something. You can be happy or whatever, just not right in my face, alright?" The sound of a car pulling up outside on the newly-widened gravel driveway crackled through the house. I stood up and headed for the door. "What was the other thing?" Leo asked me. "Something about Erica being upstairs?" "Yeah, yeah," I said, slipping on my sneakers. "She's in my room right now, kinda sleeping but not? This whole Vaccine thing has more to it, dude. Let me figure out what this is first." He grunted, giving me a questioning eyebrow raise and turned back to the kitchen to refill his water. Outside I found the same blacked-out, now dust-covered, town car that had dropped off Erica. The door opened and I blinked hard as a woman I could only describe as a cross between an elf and an angel stepped out of the back seat. She had long, wavy brunette hair and a face that I could only guess had matched up with Helen of Troy, with soft, full lips and wide eyes with a playful spark. She was wearing a simple, baggy white t-shirt that looked like it belonged to a guy my size, and with her slight frame she was practically swimming in it but somehow she made it look like a diaphanous dress. I couldn't even tell if she had anything else underneath it since the t-shirt came down low on her bare thighs. "Hey there," she said, grabbing what looked like a solid camper's backpack from inside the car and walking over to me. When she got closer she only somehow got more beautiful, but I also saw... something. That look in her eye. The way her lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing a little more shallow. "You're Leo?" she asked. She had an accent, but I couldn't place it. "No. Harrison. Leo's inside," I said. She eye fucked me for a moment, took in a breath and breathed it out through pursed lips, then headed past me into the house without another word. "God damn," I said. "Yeah, she's running a little hot," Agent Sourpuss said. She'd gotten out of the driver's seat of the car and came around. "Got the shot at the same time as Miss Lacoste, but it turned out the guy she was originally going to be paired with got infected sometime in the past few days. We found him dead in his penthouse when we tried to drop her off." "Fuck," I said. And not because of the story. The woman had walked up the front steps of the porch, slung her bag onto it and had been stripping off her shirt as she walked into the house. I didn't see anything but bare back and a pair of tight booty shorts painted onto a slim, perky ass, but I was fucking jealous. "How is Miss Lacoste?" The agent asked. "Did the bonding process work?" "Um," I said, shaking my head and turning to the woman. "Uh, yeah. If you mean she didn't really tell us much but made it clear she needed sex, and now she's upstairs asleep in my bed muttering 'Imprinting' over and over." "Good, good," the Agent said. "Working as intended, then." "No," I said, shaking my head. "Not good. I said she's muttering 'imprinting' over and over. What the fuck is up with that?" "Look, Mr. Black, it's a long fucking story. And one you're not cleared for," the Agent said. "I'm sure one day you'll read a book about it or something. For now, just get out of my face. Alright?" "You can't seriously expect people to just go along with this. It sounds like... like,” "Brainwashing?" The Agent asked. Then snorted and started heading back to her car. "I don't have time to hold your hand through this. Like I said, just do what they say and enjoy your new fucking world. We'll be in touch." She slammed the door, the engine turned over, and she peeled out and drove back down the driveway. "What the fuck," I said. "What the fuck? What. The fuck?" I headed back into the house and stopped before kicking off my shoes. "Oh, fuck yes!" the woman shouted. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Leo yelled. They were upstairs. It hadn't been more than two minutes. I could hear them clearly. Fuck. Doesn't have a problem when it's not his sister, I thought, shaking my head. I went for a walk. I made dinner an hour later, and Leo managed to come downstairs to eat. He mumbled something about getting struck by lightning, but once he'd gotten some food in him he'd shrugged. "I dunno, man. She just walked up to me, holding her shirt, and said, 'Take me up to your room and fuck me.' I didn't even get her name. Now she's doing that 'imprinting' thing and it's freaking me out a bit." "Yeah," I nodded. "Yeah. Erica was doing that too. That lady agent dropped off your girl, didn't want to talk about it, and just said we should do what the ladies tell us." "Hey, that's all fine with me," Leo said. "She can tell me anything she wants. I mean... Harrison. God damn!" We called it an early night and I found myself climbing into bed next to Erica. She was still out of it, but at least she wasn't murmuring anymore. It felt weird, and kind of creepy, to try snuggling up next to her. She was still naked under my sheets, and totally out of it. I ended up putting on an undershirt and gym shorts and managed not to feel like a perv for long enough to fall asleep. The rumble of trucks woke me up, and I met Leo at the stairs as we headed down. He went to start making coffee while I checked outside. Two big trucks were hauling in a pair of trailers onto what had once been my front lawn and workers in bright fluorescent vests were directing them as others set up some concrete blocks. The trailers looked like they were the start of whatever construction HQ was going to get set up. "So it begins," I sighed. We brought out the coffee; it was an entirely different crew of guys, but they didn't have any new information for us. They appreciated the coffee, but when I went in to make more I realized we were running out quickly. Hopefully one of those trailers was going to be a break room for those guys because they were going to drink my wallet dry if it was on me to feed their caffeine addictions. The trailers were quickly set up, and the workers were gone, but a 14-seater van arrived so quickly that I figured they must have passed each other on the driveway. Inside were a solid dozen Surveyors, along with boxes of topographical maps and all sorts of equipment. I couldn't offer them coffee, but they'd come with their own travel mugs. They weren't much for conversation, though they weren't bad men and women; they just had a very large job to do. "We've done what we can ahead of time with the satellite imaging," the Head Surveyor said to me. "But we've got to plan out the development of this entire area in the most efficient building plan possible. They want houses built and livable ASAP." And that was where I came in. That promise I'd made to Agents Grierson and Walters had included my help with the surveying. Now it was time to give the grand tour. "I'll head out with them this morning," I told Leo. "I'll start with the front loop trails down to the highway and back. You want to show them the Arrowhead trail after lunch, and I'll take them up the ridge after that?" "Yeah, works for me," Leo said. "I'll go check on Erica." "Um... maybe I should do that," I said. "Why? Is something wrong?" Leo asked. "No, dude... she's just, uh..." I stammered. Leo's eyes went wide and he clapped his hand over his ears. "Nana nana" he sang, heading back out of the house towards the barn. I checked in on Erica; still asleep. I hesitated a moment, leaning over her in the bed, but went for it and pressed my lips to her forehead in a soft kiss. She mumbled something, pulling the sheets closer to her, and she smiled. It almost kicked my adrenaline, and I could hear my heart in my ears as I walked back down the hallway. When I passed Leo's room I realized that his door was cracked open, and I could see a shapely and naked leg and foot sticking out from his own sheets. I was tempted to peek further, but that feeling of creepiness from last night struck me again and I closed the door instead. I was kicking myself an hour later, deep into the trails with a half dozen surveyors following along and taking notes as I pointed things out and they asked me questions. It was the slowest I think I'd ever walked the trails, and the question kept flaring up in the back of my mind of what I'd missed out on seeing. Leo's girl was living in my head rent-free right alongside Erica, but now I knew what Erica was like; the mystery of what I hadn't seen was tantalizing fodder for a brain that didn't want to think about the overwhelming weirdness of the whole situation. We were back to the house around 1pm, and by the time we'd been gone a third trailer had been set up and there were two more of those big passenger vans, along with a couple of pickups, lined up in a makeshift parking lot. I didn't notice any of it, or the people working, and I didn't even answer the last question one of the surveyors was asking me because I was jogging for the house. Erica was standing there on the porch in low hip-hugging jeans and a tight band t-shirt under one of my unbuttoned flannel shirts. She had a beer in each hand, one opened and half empty, the other cold and sealed. I could see the emotions play across her face for a moment as I walked up quickly, and she opened her mouth to say something but I didn't want to hear a smart remark or a question. I wrapped my arms around her and I kissed her. She kissed me back, her arms crossing behind my neck as she pulled me deeper to her. Her tongue and mine met and teased for a long moment, and I reveled in the feeling of her in my arms. Her chest crushed against me, soft and firm, and her belt buckle pressed into my crotch as she melded herself to me. A whistle, sharp and catcalling, sounded from somewhere behind me and I could feel Erica shift both beer bottles to one hand. I had no doubt she was flashing them the finger with her free hand, and the laughter from the construction workers confirmed it. Eventually we had to stop, and I held her by the waist as our faces pulled away. "Well, I guess that answers most of my questions," Erica smirked at me. "I've got a few of my own, but you're not slapping me so that answers most of mine," I said. She pursed her lips and brought her beer hand down between us. "Leo said you've had a long morning. Up for a nooner?" "God yes," I said. "But I've always had a different definition of 'nooner.'" "What, you think I mean the beer?" Erica asked. "No, baby. I want you to,” "Ahem," a voice interrupted, and I turned to see who had approached us. "Sorry to interrupt." The girl, and I couldn't call her more than that because she looked like she couldn't have been more than twenty-three despite the tattoo across her neck, was wearing a rough sweater and one of those orange construction vests, along with a dinged-up blue hardhat with about dozen peeling stickers on it and her jeans tucked into her steel-toed work boots. She had some vaguely Latina features, mostly in the lips, but was pale where she wasn't tattooed. Erica's arm immediately went around my waist, and I lowered mine to hers as we held each other. "No problem," Erica said. "What can we do for you?" "I'm Vanessa," the girl said. "Are you Harrison Black?" "Yeah, you found me," I nodded. "Alright, cool," she said, looking me up and down. Erica's hand at my waist scratched my side playfully, and I lowered my own from her hip down to her ass, slipping my fingers into the back pocket of her jeans and cupping it firmly. "Well," Vanessa continued, "I'm the Foreman for the general laborers on site right now, and we've already gotten a laundry list of our daily jobs done so I need to start getting my guys into the house." "I'm sorry?" I asked. Vanessa sighed and then smiled in a knowing sort of way. "No one's talked to you about the day or week plans, have they?" "Not really," I said. "I've been out with the surveyors all morning." "Yeah, that sounds about right for this clusterfuck," Vanessa shook her head. "Well, orders are that everything that's currently in this house, and that barn, and anything else on the property that needs to, is hitting those sea cans in the backyard by sundown tomorrow. Demo on this place hits bright and early the next morning and everything not packed up is getting carted the fuck off." Vanessa, it turned out, was a straight shooter. It just took me a second to wrap my head around everything. Erica took charge while I followed along. I'd figured I had weeks, maybe months, before demolition. This wasn't the hurry-up and wait I'd been expecting. This was all hurry, all the time. Leo went out with the surveyors, and I started answering a million questions for Vanessa while she directed five big, burly guys as they began unloading my house into boxes, and hauling those boxes out to a pair of storage containers that had been brought in on trucks and plopped down near the back of the wide clearing that had been the 'backyard' for generations. Erica, I realized, was helping manage me more than anything else. Keeping me on task, keeping me focused. She helped me reminisce quickly a couple of times, helped me make decisions about what actually needed storing and what could get thrown out. I was getting a brand new house, fully furnished, courtesy of my contract. Did I really need the shitty TV stand or the ratty couch sitting on the back porch? No. Did I want to keep my grandmother's freestanding jam cupboard? I couldn't picture it anywhere else other than where it was in the house, I'd never even seen a piece of furniture like it in another house before. But it was an heirloom piece. Was I supposed to keep that? Yes, Erica helped me. Yes, keep the heirlooms, even if they seem odd or silly. Just know what's an actual heirloom and what's not. "You're doing well," she told me, stopping me at the foot of the stairs. "You're a good boss," I smiled, reaching my free hand around to hug her to me. I was carrying a pair of bedside lamps in the other. She frowned and shook her head. "I'm not your boss. And I don't want you to think I'm being bossy, and I definitely don't want you to start thinking of me as some nagging mother figure." I laughed and shook my head. "Never. E, you're just a natural manager. Of people, or situations. I needed a minute, not an hour, and you helped me get on track way faster than I would have without you. Plus," I grinned, and let my hand slide up from around her waist to softly take her tit in my hand and squeeze playfully, "Ain't nothing of a 'nagging mother' about you." She smirked and bit her lip as I squeezed her braless tit a little more firmly. "Well, good," she said, and rubbed the front of my pants. "And thanks for the very weird compliment from my b,” She stopped short, eyes going a little wide. I chuckled and leaned down to kiss her cheek, then her lips. "You can say it. I'd be happy to." "I've never said that so fast before. It hasn't even been a day," she said. "Not officially," I countered. "But we've also been living together for a couple of months. And before that we went on casual group dates. We just didn't know it at the time." She rolled her eyes but her grin was everything to me. "Well, if you put it that way..." I kissed her again. "God, I want to fuck you," I said. "Yes, please," she hummed back. We separated. I watched her walking away, the way her ass moved. The way my shirt hung on her. An hour or so later we'd gotten a lot of the preliminary stuff cleared up, and after a quick conference with Vanessa, we decided that the big guys on her team were probably going to be most useful getting all of Leo's woodworking equipment safely moved out to the storage containers from the barn. I'd helped Leo move all of those heavier tools into the barn over the past five years and each one was a son of a bitch, and we didn't have any forklifts to make it easier. The guys hadn't been out of the house for more than fifteen minutes when I was busy taking old pictures off the walls of the living room while Erica was getting to the ones in the front hall. "Hmm, morning," a warm, honeyed voice said from Erica's direction. "Uh.... hi," Erica said, her tone of voice a little shocked but with a weird cadence. I turned to see who was in the house and nearly dropped a glass picture frame holding a collage of photos my mother had put together of my sister and me. The elf/angel girl, Leo's imprint-person, was wandering into the living room and looking around curiously. She was as beautiful as the first time I'd seen her, and I figured she must have taken a minute to touch up her makeup. She had beautiful, pale porcelain skin, and her wavy chestnut brown hair still had a bit of a messy 'just got fucked' look. She also happened to be completely naked except for a pair of sheer panties that left it very obvious she was shaved to the wood down below. Her tits were so perfect and perky, big enough on her thin frame to look almost fake but somehow still natural; either the best boob job ever or the perfect genetic lottery. Her areolas and stubby nipples, puffed and firm in the cool spring air even in the house, were the same soft shade of pink as her lips. "Hey there," she said, giving me a little smile and a wave. "I think I almost fucked you yesterday, yeah?" I coughed. "Um, no. Definitely not that close." "Hmm," she smiled, looking around the chaos of the house. "Well, maybe not, but I definitely remember wanting to jump your bones. Where can I get some water?" "Through there," I pointed her towards the kitchen. "Hey, we didn't actually meet. I'm Harrison, Leo's roommate." "Oh, right," the woman said, then stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. A naked-lady hug. While I was looking over her shoulder at Erica, who was staring from the hallway door with an expression between utter confusion and the kind of stare I could only imagine a 13-year-old boy would have when looking at this same sight. I made a 'what am I supposed to do?' face at Erica, and slowly hugged the naked woman back with one arm, trying not to think about those perfect tits pressing into my side and chest. "I'm Danielle," the woman said. I was struck again by that strange accent that I couldn't place, elongating some of the vowels and with just a touch of different intonation. "I got told all about you and Leo by that government lady on the way here. I guess I didn't realize you wouldn't have gotten the full story." "Yeah, no. She isn't really one of our biggest fans," I said. Danielle stepped back from the hug, with a warm smile. "This is Erica, Leo's twin sister and my, ah" "Girlfriend," Erica said, stepping forward. She opened her arms and Danielle happily stepped in for a hug with Erica as well. Erica looked at me over Danielle's shoulder and mouthed, 'Oh my God!' "And vaccine partner." "Oh, god," Danielle said, leaning away. "Fuck, I wasn't even thinking about that. Are we supposed to still be careful? We're all vaccinated, right?" "Very vaccinated," Erica said, then looked at me again and smirked. "Very, very vaccinated." "You too, huh?" Danielle asked. "Those orgasms,” "Out of this fucking world," Erica nodded. "Let me get you that water," I said. I left the two in the living room and went to the kitchen, taking a moment to adjust my cock in my pants before fetching a cup. Erica was attractive as all hell, and while I might not have been in love with her yet, I knew I was going to get there and fast. The physical and the personality just synced with us like that. But this girl. Woof. She was that unattainable attractive tier that you saw in movies, or on Instagram. When I was coming back, Danielle was slipping on my flannel shirt. "I'm really fine with it," she was saying. "I like being naked, and I'm a stripper so I'm used to it. Honestly, it kind of turns me on." "Yeah, well there's about twenty construction workers outside right now and I don't think anything is going to get done if they catch a look at you, Dani," Erica said. Danielle laughed and shrugged while she brought the sides of the flannel shirt up and tied them between her tits. I don't think my shirt had ever looked better, and somehow she just effortlessly made it a perfect, teasing shape that hugged her cleavage and slim torso. "You're a stripper?" I asked, offering her the water. "I thought most women in that business preferred 'dancer' or something like that "Hmm, only the ones who are embarrassed about it deep down," Danielle said. She took a sip from her glass. "But I made $300k American last year as a stripper, so why should I care what other people think of me? I'm a businesswoman and entrepreneur, and I work hard to make sure my product is amazing. And my product happens to be stripping off my clothes and making guys cream their pants." I almost choked on my own spit as Danielle casually dropped her tax bracket. "You made that much?" "Oh, you must not be a strip club boy, are you?" Danielle smiled at me. "He will be," Erica said, chuckling. "I will?" "Oh yeah, baby," Erica said. "Half of my best clients are strippers. I'm a tattoo artist, by the way," she said to Danielle, then smirked at me again. "Once the world opens back up, I know some babes who are going to rock your world. I can't wait to see the look on your face!" "Well, it's always nice to find a discerning lady-fan of the art," Danielle said. "Honestly, women always make the best fans. Guys shell out more cash, but women just appreciate us more." The front door of the house opened and Vanessa walked in, stopping as she saw Danielle standing between Erica and me in nothing but my shirt and her panties. "Fuck, sorry," she said, and she looked like she was going to head right back out the door, then re-thought that and stayed where she was. "Um, Harrison, we could use your help out in the barn. Any shot we can get that old tractor running to move the planer?" "We can try," I said. "I didn't need it to plough the past couple of winters since the ATVs did the trick. I'll see if it'll turn over." I left Danielle in Erica's hands; something which both brought chub-inducing pictures to mind, but also just a touch of jealousy considering the open lust my now-girlfriend was showing for her twin's vaccine-fuck-friend. We really need to figure out some terms and definitions, I sighed. The tractor, in fact, did not turn over. It was deader than a doornail. With enough leverage and muscle power, we managed to get Leo's big planer; which he had thankfully already prepped for moving; onto a trailer we used with the ATVs and carefully towed the sucker with two guys on either side to keep it balanced and upright. Vanessa shooed me away after that, telling me to go keep packing up the valuables and let her paid gorillas do the heavy lifting. The big laborers all grumbled good-naturedly at her name-calling, and as I was leaving them I heard one trying, "Me Tarzan, you Jane." "Yeah, and I'll Jane you right in the mouth if you start trying to hit on me, Tarzan," she replied. "I don't shit where I eat, unlike you goddamned animals." Back in the house, Erica was helping Danielle start packing Leo's things up in his bedroom, so I went back to work cleaning out all the corners of the house. The one thing I realized was that I didn't actually need to be neat about anything. The last time I'd moved, when Leo and I had left our place back in Portland and come up to the homestead, half of the bother was cleaning everything up to make sure we got our security deposits back. This place was gonna get knocked over in two days, so what was the point of cleaning? I'd been trying to find time to sneak Erica to somewhere private, and maybe to fool around a bit now that that was part of our relationship, but Danielle was too full of questions. If she wasn't chatting with Erica, she was asking me all sorts of questions about the house, my family, and the deal with the land and the vaccine. I was happy to chat with her as we packed up the kitchen, or while she helped me as I handed her things out from the little root cellar under the house, but that smile and those eyes were hard not to get distracted by. Not to mention the braless cleavage in my shirt and her toned, bare midriff and legs since she only bothered to slip on a pair of booty shorts to complete her outfit. It turned out that Danielle had known about the vaccine longer than any of us by about a day and a half. The Government, whichever agency was running the whole thing, had gotten her contact information from a couple of the strip clubs in Portland where she'd been scheduled to work before the lockdown. Danielle was the kind of girl who took risks, so she immediately signed up to be a Phase 2 tester for the vaccine; Portland was one of three secondary trial locations across the country in 'Phase 2.' She'd asked around once she got tested and entered the Quarantine Hotel, and it turned out most of the women who'd been contacted had been sex workers of one sort or another; strippers, dancers, Only Fans models, high-end call girls, even a few honest to god porn stars. Danielle figured whoever was in charge had decided the sexual nature of the vaccine lent itself more easily to openly sexual people. It seemed... Well, it seemed weirdly logical to me, but also shady as hell. She'd received the same briefing Erica had, which she said had felt more like a meeting selling timeshares in Boca than anything else, had done the questionnaire and then picked a guy out of a list of twenty photos of her top 'matches'. She remembered seeing Leo on that first list but didn't remember why she picked the guy she did. They drove her to a big building in downtown Portland, but she never got out of the car. Her escorts came back about twenty minutes later and told her the guy wasn't a valid partner anymore, and she had to pick again. She got a new list, and Leo was on it. "I can't help but notice you aren't asking about him," I said to her as we were carrying the dining room table across the backyard towards the storage containers, each of us on an end. "You've gotten half my life story at this point. You're not curious about the guy you're, well, imprinted on?" Danielle smiled and shook her head. "Naw, I had my guy pegged the minute I saw him. I have all the time in the world to learn the details, I know what I need to know. He's sweet and boyish, and honest. You should have seen him blush when I walked up and kissed him. Hah! He didn't know what hit him." "Neither would I," I said. "You're quite the woman, Danielle. Leo's a lucky guy." "Well thanks, hun. But I have a feeling you'd know just what to do with me. I could see it in the way you were standing when I got out of that car yesterday." "The way I stand?" I asked. "Oh, for sure. You're a big guy. Muscly, but not a bodybuilder. You have that mountain-man vibe with the longer hair and the beard, but even after a couple of months of quarantine you still keep it trimmed and neat. And your eyes were looking at everything all at once. My Dad had eyes like yours, and he was Australian military back home. A man like you, if he isn't a prick, well... let's just say I've known a couple of gals with guys like you, and they are quite happy." We'd set the table down outside the storage containers and were headed back for the chairs now. "Well, thanks I guess. Hopefully Erica feels the same." "Oh, she does," Danielle smirked. "She may not realize it completely yet, but the way she's grinning to herself when she didn't think I was looking? She does." That little nugget of information made my heart sing. "Sorry if it's a button, but I noticed you said your Dad had eyes like mine. He's gone now?" I asked. "Hmm," Danielle nodded. "Years ago, so don't worry about it. Cancer. I was fifteen and it hit me hard. Mum got a boyfriend the next summer and within six months of that she moved us to California and I finished high school in the Valley. I hated the new guy, and then the guy after that, so I moved back to Sydney as soon as I could and was planning to go to school there. But then I took a job at a strip club to pay the bills, and the rest is history. I've been doing it for five years and did a tour up the east coast of the US last year, so I figured I'd do the west coast this year." "Oh, well, I'm still sorry to hear that. It all sounds tough," I said. "But I guess it's good you found your... calling?" "Hah," she laughed. "Something like that. I'm not like other girls who have specific ambitions. I've just been banking as much money as I can, while I can, and having fun doing it. I'm not looking to go to med school, or become a lawyer or something." We were carrying the last of the chairs, and Danielle was telling me a story about her senior year in high school when Leo came back. It turned out Danielle's accent, a bastard amalgamation of Aussie twang and Valley girl, was the one thing she disliked about herself but she was just plain terrible at trying to fix it and it was because of some traumatic bullying while she'd lived in the Valley. As soon as Leo came out of the mouth of one of the trails, the chair Danielle was carrying was forgotten as she dropped it in the middle of the yard and began sauntering over towards Leo and the surveyors. She looked like a lioness on the prowl, and Leo stopped when he saw her coming. The surveyors, about two-thirds of whom were men, all moved aside to let her past them, watching with big eyes as she stalked up, knocked Leo's baseball cap off his head and molded herself to him as she planted a kiss on him that I could feel searing from across the yard. And she didn't stop. They were kissing a solid thirty seconds, hands wrapped around each other, before the surveyors backed away and came towards me, shaking their heads and grinning. "We need fifteen minutes, then are you ready to head out again?" one of them asked as they got near me. "Sure, sure," I said. "How many are coming out?" "All of us," one of the ladies said. "About... fifteen?" "Jesus Christ," I said, shaking my head. "Hey, big project at speed. Most of the time you pick quality, quantity, or speed. The government wants all three, and they are throwing around the kind of money needed to make it happen right now," the first guy said. "We'll be working like crazy for the next two weeks getting all the info, then another two handing it all off to the developer team, then back on site again to make sure everything is being built in the right place." I headed back to the house to get my hiking gear back on. Danielle and Leo had stopped making out and were talking now, but I could see Leo was holding Danielle's hand while she had her other on his chest, and he was grinning and nodding along with whatever she was saying. I smiled, happy for my friend, and went inside. "Hey," I said when I found Erica upstairs, cleaning out my closets. "I need to head out in about ten minutes on another tour." "Oh yeah?" Erica asked, turning to face me. She was still wearing that tight t-shirt, her sweat from hard work making it stick to her a little more. It cupped under her tits, making them stand out just that touch more, and I could see the bumps of her nipples in the black fabric. "Yeah," I said lowly, and stepped beside her, offering her a hand to help her up. "And Danielle and Leo are out in the backyard talking right now." Erica's eyes lit up as she let me help her up. "Well why didn't you say so?" she asked, and I pulled her in to kiss her, feeling her tits press against my chest. She hummed happily into my lips and slid her tongue across mine. I picked her up without breaking the kiss and brought her over to the bed, and she lifted her legs up to circle my waist and cling to me as I laid her on her back. I was leaning over her and she wrapped her arms around my neck, keeping me close as we made out. "Hmm, I want you," she whispered between kisses. "Yeah?" I asked. "Good. I want you, too." "How bad do you want me?" Erica asked me. "Utterly. Totally. Bad to the bone." She snickered and pulled up her top over her tits, freeing them, and I shifted to quickly mouth over them, kissing as much of them as I could all at once and as quickly as I could. "Ooh, baby, baby," Erica crooned. "God, you make me feel so sexy." "You are sexy," I said, pulling away from her tits and mauling them with my hands as I lifted my lips back to her. "Deadly sexy. Femme fatale. Boss bitch." "You say the nicest things," she laughed. "I'm glad you aren't freaked out by all of this." "Oh, I'm freaked out more than enough," I said to her, pausing our kisses to press my forehead to hers and looking down, meeting her eyes. "The entire world stopped, and now it's going faster than it ever has before, but you Erica Lacoste are enough to make me not care about any of it." She cupped my cheeks with her hands, then ran her fingers through my beard and pulled me down to her, kissing me hard as she kept her eyes open, looking at me through the soulful, hungry kiss. There was a bang downstairs, the back door opening and closing, and we could just hear the muffled sounds of Leo talking with Danielle. "Fuck," I said, as Erica let go of my beard and our kiss ended. "Fuck," Erica groaned. "Fucking Leo." Erica straightened herself out, getting her shirt back on properly and standing back up, while I straightened my hair a moment and pulled it back and then changed into a new shirt. I caught Erica eyeing me up from across the room while I was shirtless, and she didn't even blush or look away. "Yummy," she said and winked. "You're trouble like this," I said with a smirk. "You don't know the half of it," Erica said. "I feel like I've been set free. The only thing keeping me from tearing your pants off is the thought of my brother being in the next room." That made me laugh, and as I got myself together and was ready to head out I kissed her one more time, one hand squeezing her ass and pulling her into me as I held the back of her head with the other. "Ugh, you bastard," she said when we separated. "You keep getting better at kissing me." "Just taking your cues," I said. "Fuck you like I hate you, right?" "Did I say that?" Erica thought. "God, everything yesterday went so fast." "Actually, I think you said you wanted someone to love you, but who fucks you like they don't. I figured that went for steamy kisses, too." "Oh, it certainly does," Erica said, one finger tracing down her boob and nipple over her shirt. "But now I'm going to need to change panties, you bastard. God, you're leaving me here soaking wet." "I prefer to think of you as simmering for later," I smirked, and she scoffed and threw a sock at me as I left the room. The tour with the Surveyors was slow going, but it was late in spring and we had plenty of light left to us. Leo had taken them along a bunch of the lowlands areas, so I took them up the other side of the property, pointing out some of the ponds and a couple of old growth copses of trees. There was a solitary Redwood on the property which they all agreed would be a shame to lose, and I pointed out some other big, ancient trees that served as landmarks. Deep into the hike we reached the Spring Pond, high on one of the rolling hills near the back of the property, and I showed them where I wanted mine, my sisters and Leo's houses to be built. I didn't much care how they organized the lots, but the Spring Pond fed down as a stream into the Nehalem River that bordered the property, and it had sweet, pure water that had been a swimming hole for my family for generations. Other than the old House itself, this was where the Black family had made their mark. It helped convince the Surveyors when I pointed out that my family graveyard, dating back more than a hundred and fifty years, was an acre up the slope overlooking the pond. At the mention of a Native burial ground I could almost see all of them shudder, not in fear of spiritual consequences but of Red Tape. I had a feeling this particular project wouldn't actually care one shit if they came across potential burial grounds, but all of these folks had horror stories of major projects getting stalled for months, or even years, by old bones in the ground. The sun was setting over the hills when I led them back down, having reached the very far edge of the property and pointing out the markers my great-great-grandfather had erected prior to the first World War. It was twilight during the last few minutes of the hike, and despite being veterans of their work I could tell the long day of heavy walking, questions, and note-taking on the move had drained them all. As they left, trudging around the house back to their work trailers to file away their notes, I saw Vanessa just shutting off the light in the barn. "Hey, how'd it go today?" I asked. "Good. Better than I hoped, actually," she said, grinning widely. "How's it going in the house with your wife and... who was that?" "Erica's my girlfriend, and that's kinda new, and Danielle is; well, it's a long story. How's a beer sound?" I asked. "That sounds fucking great, actually," Vanessa said. She checked her watch and then nodded. "I've got some time. I'm technically off shift already, we just don't have any time clocks or anything set up yet. I sent the boys back in the van about fifteen minutes ago, I'll take my truck back to the motel when we're done." I fetche

True Scary Story
Two Chilling Stories: Woman in the Window & The Boy Upstairs

True Scary Story

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 16, 2025 23:46


Something lurked around Reina's house, the figure of a woman, making brief appearances. Will they ever figure out who she was or what she wanted?In our second story, Breanna tells us about the experiences that several people in the house went through, witnesses who they called "the boy upstairs."Have a story in Spanish or want to check it out? Visit us at TerrorHistoriasReales.comYou can get these ad-free through ScaryPlus.com free for 14 days, then 4.99 per month. Cancel anytime.You can find Edwin on TikTok, Facebook, and Instagram as @edwincovEditing and sound design by Sarah Vorhees Wendel from VW SoundGet in touch to share your story through TrueScaryStory.comJoin our community:Facebook.com/scarypodInstagram.com/scarypodtiktok.com/@truescarypodyoutube.com/scarystorypodcast

Bang to Rights
306: Teen Killed His Parents & Hosted a PARTY - While Their Bodies Were UPSTAIRS

Bang to Rights

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 15, 2025 59:53


We all went to parties when we were young  it what we didn't experience was that the host of the party would have had the dead bodies of their parents upstairs while we enjoyed ourselves. Well this is what Tyler Hadley did. This case is just bonkers. Let me know what you think in the comments. Em x

Upstairs Neighbors
Living In Hollyweird & Getting Caught On Nightcam | Ep 73 w/ Dom & Maya

Upstairs Neighbors

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 9, 2025 77:01


We welcome you back to another episode of Upstairs Neighbors! Today your neighbors are talking about the Moonbeam ice cream cookie, surviving Hollyweird, and the Love Island night cam. Enjoy!!  Ask and you shall receive Patreon is LIVE: https://www.patreon.com/c/upstairsneighbors Save 30% on your first order at https://cornbreadhemp.com/UPSTAIRS with code UPSTAIRS at checkout. Go to https://brooklynbedding.com and use promo code UPSTAIRS at checkout to get 30% off sitewide. Check out https://everyplate.com/podcast and use code UPSTAIRS199 to enjoy this special offer of only $1.99 a meal.  Go to https://Zocdoc.com/UPSTAIRS to find and instantly book a top-rated doctor today. IG: https://www.instagram.com/upstairsneighborspod/ Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@upstairsneighborspod Follow our Hosts:  Maya IG: https://www.instagram.com/mayamoto_/ Maya Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@mayahasatiktok Dom IG: https://www.instagram.com/domrobxrts/ Dom Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@domnotateenmom Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Baby Boomer Tales
Ep. 337 - The Silver Band

Baby Boomer Tales

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 9, 2025 16:00


Going to the Upstairs to play our favorite songs. Thank you for the sound effects: Large Stadium - Stephan Schutze 2122836113 / soundbible.com/1724-Large-Stadium.html Small Crowd - Mike Koenig 2101396541 / soundbible.com/1839-Small-Crowd.html

Auditory Anthology
Tales From the Blue Line - The Apartment Upstairs

Auditory Anthology

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 8, 2025 13:32


When a nursing graduate moves into her first apartment, the unsettling sounds from the sealed-off attic above her—where no attic should be—lead her to a chilling discovery about the building's tragic past.Tales From The Blue Line: Every morning at three, Mason and Ally ride the Blue Line into downtown Chicago together. The train brings out its own brand of weird, which has led to Mason and Ally trading spooky stories to help their commute pass a little faster.If you have a story you'd like to contribute to the series, you can visit https://submissions.soundconceptmedia.com/You can support the show by becoming a paid subscriber on Substack: https://auditoryanthology.substack.comBy becoming a paid subscriber you can listen to every episode completely ad-free!Curator: Keith Conrad linktr.ee/keithrconradNarrator: Darren Marlar https://darrenmarlar.com/Other shows hosted by Darren:Weird Darkness: https://weirddarkness.com/Paranormality Magazine: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/paranormalitymagMicro Terrors: Scary Stories for Kids: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/microterrorsRetro Radio – Old Time Radio In The Dark: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/retroradioChurch of the Undead: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/churchoftheundead Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Conversation with Nadine Matheson
Krystelle Bamford: Competing Against Yourself To Find Your Voice

The Conversation with Nadine Matheson

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 7, 2025 65:54 Transcription Available


Send us a textWhat happens when a dedicated poet decides to try their hand at fiction? For Krystelle Bamford, it led to a four-publisher auction and her stunning debut novel, Idle Grounds. Our conversation delves into the peculiar contradictions of the publishing world, how everything happens both excruciatingly slowly and startlingly fast, how validation feels wonderful yet fleeting, and how imposter syndrome persists regardless of success. Whether you're a writer navigating the publishing landscape or simply curious about creative journeys, this conversation offers honest reflections on finding your path, managing expectations, and discovering what truly matters in artistic pursuits. Listen now and join the conversation.Idle GroundsAs always with these things it started with a birthday party.On a bright summer day in 1989 New England, Abi, three years old, vanishes from her aunt's secluded home. Upstairs, her young cousins are looking out of the window. Something is unfolding in the distance at the edge of the forest – something sinister that is watching them back.The adults don't seem to notice that the youngest of the group has disappeared. Too busy bickering over politics and reminiscing about the family's domineering late matriarch, Beezy, they leave the children with no choice but to get Abi back themselves. As the cousins embark on a quest through their grandmother's sprawling estate, buried family secrets come to light and long-awaited plans are set in motion. Will they lose themselves while trying to find her?Follow Krystelle BamfordSupport the show"Enjoying 'The Conversation'? Support the podcast by buying me a cup of coffee ☕️! Every contribution helps keep the show going.https://ko-fi.com/nadinemathesonDon't forget to subscribe, download and review. You can purchase books by the authors featured in our conversations through my affiliate shop on Bookshop.org. By using this link, you'll be supporting independent bookstores, and I may earn a small commission at no additional cost to you. Follow Me:www.nadinematheson.com BlueSky: @nadinematheson.com Substack: @nadinematheson Instagram: @queennadsThreads: @nadinematheson Facebook: nadinemathesonbooksTikTok: @writer_nadinematheson

ExplicitNovels
Lords of Eros: Part 5

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 6, 2025


Shagbotttom SocietyVictorian Hedonism comes to life.In 13 parts, By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.The two girls held a whispered conference on the big bed, and then Sage was pushing Reyansh away. She said, "Hold on one sec, lover; I want to try something."There was a very quick rearrangement, during which Don never had to leave Felicia's sweet embrace. Then Sage was laying with her head hanging over the edge of the bed, as Felicia lowered her mouth to Sage's cunt and clit, which she proceeded to lick and suck. Felicia's ass was up in the air, and Don continued to fuck her from behind. Then Sage beckoned to Reyansh, "Bring that big boy over here."Eager to comply, he lowered his hard cock for Sage so she could take it into her mouth and then her throat. Sage held his hips to keep her from getting carried away, but he was free to fuck her throat, and that's exactly what he began to do, reaching forward to cup and squeeze Sage's tits in his hands.Don looked down to see his relatively thick cock sliding in and out of Felicia's tight cunt, Felicia's perfect ass, her slender back, the back of her head with her adorable pixie cut, Sage's taut abs and strong thighs, her breasts being manhandled by Reyansh, her beautiful throat as she let him use it, and Reyansh's dark, athletic body as he worked himself in and out of Sage. It was a beautiful spectacle!Don could tell from the way Felicia was moving her right arm that she was fingering Sage as she licked. It didn't take too long before one of Sage's hands went from Reyansh's hip to the top of Felicia's head, and then it was only a minute longer before Sage was writhing on the bed between Felicia and Reyansh as she had a long, intense orgasm. As she shook and trembled, Reyansh pulled his now dripping wet cock out to let her breath."Damn! That was a good one!" Sage breathed."It looked like it," Don grinned from across the bed.Sage sat up and grinned back at him, before curling up to grab Felicia's face and kiss her deeply. Reyansh got up on the bed behind Sage and coaxed her up onto her hands and knees. Then the two women were kissing in the middle of the bed as the two men fucked them from behind. No one was trying to come; they were just enjoying themselves kissing and fucking.After a little bit of this, Sage broke the kiss, and looked over Felicia's shoulder, smiled at Don and asked, "Are you enjoying her hot cunt, Don?""Oh yes!" he grinned. "Are you enjoying Reyansh's big cock inside you?""You know," she laughed. "I really am.""Good!""I agree, but I was thinking, You know how I had all those cocks fucking me earlier?""I do," Don nodded. "It was very hot!""Yeah it was! But I don't remember sweet Felicia here having more than one cock at any time.""Is that right?""Reyansh," Sage asked over her shoulder, "did you see Felicia getting more than one cock?""No, I certainly didn't."All through this exchange, Felicia had done little more than giggle and push back on Don's cock."Well, this won't do at all," Sage decided. "Stop fucking me and get over here and feed Felicia your cock."Don held still until Reyansh was in position, but then he went back to fucking little Felicia harder, shoving her forward onto the cock in her mouth and throat. Sage crawled over to him and kissed him deeply before bending down to reach under Felicia to play with her clit. Before they could get Felicia to the breaking point, though, Sage stopped and asked Don, "She's got a pretty tight little ass, do you think you can fit inside it?""I could certainly try," Don laughed.Felicia murmured her approval around Reyansh's cock."Don't be so quick, sweetie," Sage said. "You're going to have a cock in your cunt too."Felicia's murmur was more enthusiastic, and she managed to nod her head rather emphatically.In another minute, Sage had Reyansh lie on his back and then Felicia mount him, bending forward so Don could push his cock, slippery with Felicia's juices, slowly up into her very tight, very hot ass. Sage leaned on Don's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Fuck her ass good, baby. Make her come between you two studs!""Yes, ma'am," Don grinned, and proceeded to begin fucking Felicia's ass intently. Long, slow strokes gradually became shorter and faster. All the while Felicia was rocking her pelvis between the two men and groaning with pleasure.Sage move around to get down on her hands and knees so she could kiss Felicia, who could do little but let herself be kissed."Do you like having those cocks fucking you?" Sage asked."Yes," Felicia moaned. "It feels so good.""Are you going to come on their hard cocks?""Uh huh," Felicia breathed. "Very soon.""Do it, baby!" Sage said as she stroked Felicia's pretty face. "Come for us!""Oh god, yes!" Felicia cried as her body began to spasm between the two men. She shook and clenched, her cunt and ass pulling and grasping at the cocks inside her.Sage leaned in again and kissed her deeply. "Good girl," she smiled. Then she looked over Felicia's shoulder and asked, "Did you come? No? What about you down there? No? Well! We'll have to fix that, won't we? You two were partners in the game, right? You met in Rendezvous, right? Very good. Don and I are partners too, so I think we should finish this swap right. Reyansh, I want you to give me your cum wherever you want, and Don, you come for Felicia."Don slowly drew out of Felicia's ass so she could let Reyansh get out from under her. He took her in his arms and asked her, "Where do you want me to come, Felicia?""Please fuck my ass some more, Don," she said as her hand went to his cock. "But let me ride you."In short order, Don was lying next to Sage. She had her legs wrapped around Reyansh's waist, while he held her wrists up over her head as he drove into her cunt. Don was holding his cock erect for Felicia, who was squatting over him, pushing her tight ass down over his flaring head and thick shaft. Felicia leaned back with her hands on Don's thighs and began to raise and lower herself on him.Reyansh was driving into Sage's cunt with abandon, grinding against her clit and surely bottoming out in her grasping cunt. He was looking into her eyes as he fucked her harder and faster. Soon, both of them were groaning and clenching on the bed next to Don and Felicia as Sage's cunt was eagerly pulling a flood of hot cum out of Reyansh's cock.Don found the fact that he was lying next to Sage as she climaxed on another man's cock intensely erotic. The thought that she was yet again getting filled with cum only made the situation hotter! Don began to arch his back to fuck up into Felicia's ass, and reached down to use his thumb to play with her clit. Then there was motion on the bed next to them, and Sage leaned across Don to replace his thumb with her mouth on Felicia's clit. Reyansh stood up on the bed and offered Felicia his cock to clean off.Don lay back and watched the beautiful woman riding his cock take Reyansh's cummy cock into her mouth and suck on it hungrily, and felt Sage's fingers against the base of his cock as she pushed them up into Felicia's cunt. Then Felicia was coming again, moaning around the cock in her mouth and pushing down on Don. This was all Don could take and he felt his body shoving up into her ass as his balls tightened and his cock swelled inside her. Then he was arching his back, pushing up on Sage and into Felicia as he erupted, pumping a geyser of hot cum up into her.Very slowly, assisted by Reyansh, a quivering Felicia fell backwards, letting Don's cock slip out of her. Sage immediately caught it and took it into her mouth, claiming the last of his cum for herself.When she managed to get up on one arm and look at Don, Sage smiled and said, "Another shower?"Don laughed, utterly smitten by the sleepy, well-fucked look in her eyes and her messy mane of red hair, and said, "Sure, but if you think you're getting more sex out of me, "She kissed him quickly and said, "We'll see about that." Then she was clambering over him and pulling him out of the bed. Reyansh was lying there cradling Felicia in his arms, and Sage called back to them, "Don't take all the covers; we'll be back."As the water poured over them, in a brief break in their making out and hurried cleaning, Sage looked up at him and asked, "So, out in the other world, um, are you seeing anyone?"Don chuckled, bent down to kiss her, and then picked her up. She threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, sinking down on his cock. Don's hands gripped her ass and slowly raised and lowered her. He smiled and said, "Well, I have this relationship with Toshia that's gotten interesting, but, as you know, she's got a girlfriend, but, actually, I was thinking I would like to be seeing you. If you're free, that is.""I think we can work something out," she smirked. "I take it we're going to be swingers, or something like that.""That does seem to be the way things are going," he kissed her again. "How does that sound to you?""Hum, pretty damn good. Just remember, ""I belong to you," he nodded."Aye, and, for the record, in case you were wondering, vice versa," she said as she flexed herself against him, working up and down and grinding against the base of his cock.Don grinned, "Yeah, I worked that out.""But we share.""Right.""And if we get a chance, we're banging the hell out of Toshia," she said."Of course.""Good," she kissed him. "Now fuck me. I want to have one more orgasm before we go to bed.""Greedy girl," he smiled."Hell yeah!""There was a lot more sex on the Riverboat, and we spent some time at the Resort.""Did she really say that about me?" Toshia asked."I swear," Don chuckled."Uh, I do like the sound of that," she smiled. "But you were saying.""Yeah, we did the Jungle Room, naturally, and I showed her the Temple. She got gangbanged in the Grotto, which is a very wet area, as you might expect.""How many guys? In the gangbang, I mean.""It's not a competition, you know," Don laughed.Toshia rolled her eyes at him."There were about a dozen, plus me.""Yes! Still the champion!" Toshia grinned."Well, that was before her trials, so, ""Doesn't count," Toshia said."Seriously?""I have ruled. Okay, you can go on with the story."Chapter 7. Lady Primrose's EarringsAs he and Sage made their way to the Crimson Mountain, Don was acutely aware of their impending separation, and the fact that they might remain apart for quite some time. Accordingly, he made sure they had a variety of plans for meeting up, if possible, leaving messages, when the opportunity presented itself, etc. Passing through the Manor they would leave word with the Scholar, and then linger about there at least for a few days. Passing through the Resort they would both check in with the Sheriff and leave word with the Sage."I'll try to remember that," Sage laughed."Yeah, and I'm trying to get used to thinking of you as Evelyn," Don smiled.Don also told her about the Wizard as a potential ally whose home might be a good meeting place, and the Witches of the Glen who might be helpful. Of course, they also thought the Maidenhead might be useful, even if they couldn't be too sure it would long remain in Megan's control. In turn, Evelyn told him about a cafe in the bazaar on the far side of the sea, and they agreed to check in at the tavern on the beach and Ambrosia's when in the vicinity of Rendezvous.When they got to the locker rooms in the Hall of the Crimson Mountain King, they bathed, but Don made a point of retrieving the staffs the Wizard had given him and Shelonda what seemed so long ago. Stephanie had had no real experience with such things, and Nicole was positively averse to using any kind of weapon. Evelyn, though, had some martial arts training, though it was mostly in aikido, and definitely had no problem with weapons."Too bad we don't have swords," she mused as she spun the enchanted wooden staff in her hands. Having been made for Shelonda, it was just about the perfect size for Evelyn."God, you're hot!" Don grinned as he admired the way the muscles in her arms and wrists moved as she played with the staff."Oh, we should have gotten bows and arrows from the elves!"Don groaned, "Ugh, why didn't I think of that?"She laughed, "Well, you're not the only one who didn't.""On the other hand," he mused, "it doesn't seem like we're very likely to be called upon to fight anyone. Still, an unbreakable staff can be a useful tool.""Hard wood can definitely be good to get your hands on," she smirked.It turned out that, as long as they bathed and were naked, the red-robed servitors had no problem with letting them proceed into the Pleasure Dome and seemed to pay no attention at all to the staffs."Holy hell!" Evelyn breathed as they entered the vast chamber, momentarily stunned by the scale of both the room and the orgy going on in it."Yeah," Don nodded.They proceeded to the circular couch in the middle of the dome, Evelyn taking in the spectacle as they went."The king's throne is that away, but I want to see if we can just ride the sofa up," Don said. "But first, come with me. I want to have some time with you before we head up."He led her down to the base of the stairs, where they set their staffs off to the side, out of the way but close at hand, and made love for what might be the last time in a long while. Though a few of the other revelers offered to join in, Don and Evelyn kept to themselves this time. When they were finally worn out, they made a quick trip to the nearest fountain to clean up and then returned to the sofa. With their staffs across their laps, and their hands tightly clasped, they rode the couch up to the waiting room."Damn!" Evelyn grinned. "This is not safe at all!"

The Grave Talks | Haunted, Paranormal & Supernatural
Something's Not Right Upstairs | Grave Confessions ☠️

The Grave Talks | Haunted, Paranormal & Supernatural

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 22, 2025 12:11


Dominic from Indy is back with a flood of eerie updates from his haunted home life. From mysterious zippers and shaking closets to whispered voices in his ear, things just keep getting weirder. His kids hear footsteps on empty bunks, his daughter's hair is lifted mid-air, and now even quiet moments are interrupted by phantom voices. But the creepiest twist? A soft “hey” was whispered right next to him, with no one there. Plus, his nephew shares stories of orbs and red-eyed entities near the Trail of Tears. It's a wild mix of the unexplained, and Dominic's just trying to make sense of it all. This is a daily EXTRA from The Grave Talks. Grave Confessions is an extra daily dose of true paranormal ghost stories told by the people who survived them! If you have a Grave Confession, Call it in 24/7 at 1-888-GHOST-13 (1-888-446-7813) Subscribe to get all of our true ghost stories EVERY DAY! Visit http://www.thegravetalks.com Please support us on Patreon and get access to our AD-FREE ARCHIVE, ADVANCE EPISODES & MORE at http://www.patreon.com/thegravetalks

Upstairs Neighbors
The Big Marathon Debrief With Sav! | Ep 70 w/ Dom & Maya

Upstairs Neighbors

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 18, 2025 82:39


We welcome you back to another episode of Upstairs Neighbors! Today your neighbors are sitting down with Sav to debrief their half marathon, the Love Island bombshells, and the worst spoil alerts. Enjoy! Save 30% off your first order and enjoy free shipping on orders over $75 at https://www.cornbreadhemp.com/UPSTAIRS with code UPSTAIRS at checkout. Go to https://www.everyplate.com/podcast and use code UPSTAIRS199 to get this special offer of only $1.99 a meal. Ask and you shall receive Patreon is LIVE: https://www.patreon.com/c/upstairsneighbors IG: https://www.instagram.com/upstairsneighborspod/ Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@upstairsneighborspod Follow our Hosts: Maya IG: https://www.instagram.com/mayamoto_/ Maya Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@mayahasatiktok Dom IG: https://www.instagram.com/domrobxrts/ Dom Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@domnotateenmom Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Soundside
Touring the history of Black music at MoPop's "Never Turn Back: Echoes of African American Music"

Soundside

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 18, 2025 16:27


Upstairs at Seattle’s Museum of Pop Culture, MoPop, right now you can take a trip through the musical genres and artists that trace the arc of Black history in America, from gospel foremothers like Rosetta Tharpe and Mahalia Jackson, to the soul songs of Aretha Franklin and Stevie Wonder. The exhibit is called Never Turn Back: Echoes of African American Music. Soundside host Libby Denkmann caught up with curator Adeerya Johnson for a tour of the exhibit. GUEST: Adeerya Johnson, Associate Curator at MoPop RELATED LINK: Never Turn Back: Echoes of African American Music | Museum of Pop Culture Thank you to the supporters of KUOW, you help make this show possible! If you want to help out, go to kuow.org/donate/soundsidenotes Soundside is a production of KUOW in Seattle, a proud member of the NPR Network.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Gabbing with Gayson
An "Upstairs Inferno," Dorian Gray & Shark Attacks in 90210

Gabbing with Gayson

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 16, 2025 86:32


HAPPY PRIDE GABBERS!!! Join your host Gayson and Guestie Bestie Brad as they gab about Gayson & Reba, review "Upstairs Inferno," a documentary about the largest gay mass murder in the 70's, how queer is the book "Dorian Gray,"and so much more! So grab a drink and get ready for a good ole fashioned gabfest! Leave us a voicemail with your comments, questions and episode requests at (636) 400-3732‬!⁠⁠THE GABBING WITH GAYSON PRIDE PLAYLIST!!! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Show Notes:⁠Upstairs Inferno Trailer90210 Shark Attack Trailer ⁠Queer Villains of Myth and Legend: A Revelry of Queer Rogues and Outlaws Through the Ages  by Dan Jones⁠The Trevor Project All Things Gayson:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Gayson's Amazon Wishlist⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Buy Gayson a Cup of Coffee⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Keeping the Yuletide Gay Podcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Mix and Mingle Podcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Keeping the Yuletide Gay with Gayson Podcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Gabbing with Gayson's Website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Gab with Gayson on Facebook! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Become a Patreon Pal!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

Real Ghost Stories Online
No Child Upstairs: The Ghost That Stays Unseen | Into the Paranormal

Real Ghost Stories Online

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 15, 2025 15:46


When a family moves into a new home, they quickly realize they aren't alone. It starts with the sound of footsteps upstairs when no one else is home, the laughter of a child echoing through the empty halls. But when they check, there's no one there. At first, they try to brush it off as the creaking of an old house, but soon the activity becomes impossible to ignore. The ghostly child doesn't just want to play; it wants something more. This episode dives into the eerie and unsettling experiences of a family haunted by a child spirit that refuses to stay unseen. Doors slam, toys move on their own, and the presence grows stronger every day. Is it a playful spirit, or is there something darker lurking beneath the surface? And why does the child remain unseen, always just out of sight?

The Grave Talks | Haunted, Paranormal & Supernatural
No Child Upstairs: The Ghost That Stays Unseen | Into the Paranormal

The Grave Talks | Haunted, Paranormal & Supernatural

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 15, 2025 15:46


When a family moves into a new home, they quickly realize they aren't alone. It starts with the sound of footsteps upstairs when no one else is home, the laughter of a child echoing through the empty halls. But when they check, there's no one there. At first, they try to brush it off as the creaking of an old house, but soon the activity becomes impossible to ignore. The ghostly child doesn't just want to play; it wants something more. This episode dives into the eerie and unsettling experiences of a family haunted by a child spirit that refuses to stay unseen. Doors slam, toys move on their own, and the presence grows stronger every day. Is it a playful spirit, or is there something darker lurking beneath the surface? And why does the child remain unseen, always just out of sight?

Women of Substance Music Podcast
#1720 Music by Patri Cuervo, Danya, HighersElves, Elizabeth Boyd, Sarah Cowan, Jaz Kutassy, Lara Brewer, Amano, Birds and Arrows, The Girls Upstairs, Veera Lummi, Martina Linn, Maryse Smith, Rosina Buck, EMILII

Women of Substance Music Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 13, 2025 59:44


To get live links to the music we play and resources we offer, visit www.WOSPodcast.comThis show includes the following songs:Patri Cuervo - Empty Lines FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYDanya - Dreams HighersElves - Coming Home FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYElizabeth Boyd - Pray for Me FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYSarah Cowan - I Don't Wanna Know FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYJaz Kutassy - Silly Women FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYLara Brewer - 8 Ball FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYAmano - The Birthing House FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYBirds and Arrows - The Kite, Right Back To Me FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYThe Girls Upstairs - The Show FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYVeera Lummi - Sublime [Sagittarius] FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYMartina Linn - My Heart Is Good FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYMaryse Smith - 635 FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYRosina Buck - Witch FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYEMILII - I am the morning star FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYFor Music Biz Resources Visit www.FEMusician.com and www.ProfitableMusician.comVisit our Sponsor Profitable Musician Newsletter at profitablemusician.com/joinVisit our Sponsor 39 Streams of Income at profitablemusician.com/incomeVisit our Sponsor Kick Bookkeeping at profitablemusician.com/kickVisit www.wosradio.com for more details and to submit music to our review board for consideration.Visit our resources for Indie Artists: https://www.wosradio.com/resourcesBecome more Profitable in just 3 minutes per day. http://profitablemusician.com/join

Upstairs Neighbors
Going To Chili's Off The Marlborough Pack Just Cause | Ep 69 w/ Dom & Maya

Upstairs Neighbors

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 11, 2025 75:28


https://www.gofundme.com/f/urgent-aid-for-families-of-14-detained-members https://www.chirla.org/get-involved/donate-support/give-today/ Immigration Legal Services: Pro bono or low cost immigration legal services providing representation before the immigration court LEGAL AID FOUNDATION OF LOS ANGELES 700 S. Broadway, Los Angeles, CA 90003 (213) 640-3950 IMMIGRATION CENTER FOR WOMEN AND CHILDREN 634 S. Spring St. Suite 727, Los Angeles, CA 90014 (213) 614-1165 KIDS IN NEED OF DEFENSE 801 S Grand Ave Suite 550, Los Angeles, CA 90017 (213) 274-0170 California Rapid Response Networks to report ICE activity: San Francisco 415-200-1548 Sacramento 916-382-0256 Southern Central Coast 805-870-8855 Los Angeles 888-624-4752 Orange County 714-881-1558 San Diego 619-536-0823 We welcome you back to another episode of Upstairs Neighbors! Today your neighbors are breaking down their time at the Pride and Prejudice ball, Disneyland turkey legs, and how they're going to celebrate completing their half marathon. Enjoy! Go to https://Zocdoc.com/UPSTAIRS to find and instantly book a top-rated doctor today. Ask and you shall receive Patreon is LIVE: https://www.patreon.com/c/upstairsneighbors IG: https://www.instagram.com/upstairsneighborspod/ Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@upstairsneighborspod Follow our Hosts: Maya IG: https://www.instagram.com/mayamoto_/ Maya Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@mayahasatiktok Dom IG: https://www.instagram.com/domrobxrts/ Dom Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@domnotateenmom Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Mysteries and Monsters
Mysteries and Monsters: Episode 349 Something I Keep Upstairs with author J D Barker

Mysteries and Monsters

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 6, 2025 59:51


On this episode, New York Times best selling thriller and supernatural mystery author J D Barker joins me to talk about his career so far, his influences and his new supernatural haunted house thriller, "Something I Keep Upstairs". With a devoted fan base and a body of work stretching back over a decade, J D discusses how he got this point in his life and his new book which features a fantastic competition to win a stay for 4 people in the haunted house that inspired his new book! You can enter the competition here: J D's books can be found here: His website is here: Thank you to J D for joining me! Our Patreon is now live, if you want to support the show and get Ad-Free episodes, bonus content, early release of the regular show and monthly prizes for everyone who signs up! Join here now for the flat fee of $4 a month which is a bargain! You can also support the show by leaving a review to help spread the word. Don't forget, you can now show your support with our brand new Merchandise shop on Tee-Public! Click here for all the show merch! You can join us on Facebook and Instagram as well. You can also subscribe to our YouTube channel! Email us at mysteriesandmonsters@gmail.com with any feedback, guest suggestions or if you'd like to appear.            All artwork by Dean Bestall and the show was produced by Brennan Storr of the Ghost Story Guys.  Our theme music is kindly provided by the amazing Weary Pines, you can find them here:    Intro - Zombies Ate My Shotgun       Outro - Into The Night #JDBarker #Author #Supernatural #HauntedHouse #Ouija #NewHampshire #Newcastle #StephenKing #JamesPatterson #LeeChild #SomethingIKeepUpstairs #HauntedHouse #Ghost #Ghosts #Haunting #Books

Lawn Care Power Moves
Ep. 192: I Said To My Wife... Yo What Was You Watching Upstairs...

Lawn Care Power Moves

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 6, 2025 72:59


Send us a textWelcome back for Episode 192! On today's episode:Mack & Steel Are Back With Another Free Flowing Episode!Weekly RecapCed Attends Philly's Fire Festival AKA The Roots PicnicMack's Pool Is Coming Along Just In Time For The Moana PartyAnswering Questions from the #LBCPower Move Of The Show!"Never Stop Learning! Knowledge Is Power And Knowledge Takes Aware The Fear Of Not Knowing !"Intro/Outro MusicTrek Manifest - BL3$$3DSave On MyServiceArea.comCheck us out on your favorite social media platforms!YouTube:Mack Landscaping & Lawn Care | Steel Cuts Lawn & Landscaping Show Links:Mack's Links | Ced's LinksJoin Us Wednesdays @ 9PM EST For The Lawn Care Power Moves Instagram Live Show!

Necronomicast
Episode 297 "Something I Keep Upstairs" with J. D. Barker

Necronomicast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 6, 2025 53:25


Welcome one and all to this special episode of Necronomicast! Episode 297 features the return of one of the biggest talents in the publishing world today, J.D. Barker! He is a New York Times and international bestselling American author whose work has been broadly described as suspense thrillers, often incorporating elements of horror, crime, mystery, science fiction, and the supernatural. J.D. returns with another chilling and spinetingling work of paranormal fiction that is embedded with real life history.  "Something I Keep Upstairs" is an engaging book that tells the story of a haunted island and a supernatural presence as old as time itself and its grasp on a group of teenagers. Find out why everyone from James Patterson, Stephen King, Paramount Pictures, and the family of Bram Stoker want to work with J.D. Barker! J.D. Barker official website!  Enter the contest and read his books!

Upstairs Neighbors
Get Your Dog Bro & Men Are Corny Af | Ep 68 w/ Dom & Maya

Upstairs Neighbors

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 4, 2025 72:36


We welcome you back to another episode of Upstairs Neighbors! Today your neighbors are talking all about men being corny af, dog owners needing decorum, and Benson Boone's moonbeam ice cream lyrics. Enjoy! Cancel your unwanted subscriptions at https://rocketmoney.com/UPSTAIRSNEIGHBORS.  Go to https://brooklynbedding.com and use promo code UPSTAIRS at checkout to get 30% off sitewide.  Ask and you shall receive Patreon is LIVE: https://www.patreon.com/c/upstairsneighbors IG: https://www.instagram.com/upstairsneighborspod/ Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@upstairsneighborspod Follow our Hosts:  Maya IG: https://www.instagram.com/mayamoto_/ Maya Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@mayahasatiktok Dom IG: https://www.instagram.com/domrobxrts/ Dom Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@domnotateenmom Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We Talk About Music
Graham and The Band Upstairs

We Talk About Music

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 2, 2025 26:37


There's a kind of record that feels less like a collection of songs and more like a conversation with a trusted old friend — honest, unhurried, soulful. Turning Magic On Its Heels, the latest full-length from Atlanta's own Graham and The Band Upstairs, is exactly that. It's a record that, in the best tradition of Americana's great storytellers, captures life's tender, restless, and triumphant moments with disarming clarity and warmth.Led by singer-songwriter Graham Waldrop, the band has long been a beloved fixture of the Southern Americana scene. With this record, they've delivered what feels like the culmination of years of playing smoky bars, front porches, and late-night festival stages — a collection of songs that wear their influences proudly while forging a distinctly personal identity.

Upstairs Neighbors
Silly People to the Front | Ep 67 w/ Dom & Maya

Upstairs Neighbors

Play Episode Listen Later May 28, 2025 66:52


We welcome you back to another episode of Upstairs Neighbors! Today your neighbors are talking all about turning into a werewolf, surviving Nectar's new dating show, and loving what's happening in NYC. Enjoy! Go to https://everyplate.com/podcast and use code UPSTAIRS199 to get this special offer of just $1.99 a meal.  Get 30% off your first order at https://cornbreadhemp.com/UPSTAIRS and use code UPSTAIRS at checkout.  Ask and you shall receive Patreon is LIVE: https://www.patreon.com/c/upstairsneighbors IG: https://www.instagram.com/upstairsneighborspod/ Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@upstairsneighborspod Follow our Hosts:  Maya IG: https://www.instagram.com/mayamoto_/ Maya Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@mayahasatiktok Dom IG: https://www.instagram.com/domrobxrts/ Dom Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@domnotateenmom Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Ben Davis & Kelly K Show
05/21/2025 The One With The Cat Traffickers, Rapper Upstairs And Not Sober Hot Plates

Ben Davis & Kelly K Show

Play Episode Listen Later May 21, 2025 69:07


In Group Therapy, we all have questions as to WHY they didn't think to do one step before finding themselves in the pickle they are...and now are cat traffickers. The search for love has us wondering if the rapper next door has a muse in the same complex, or if the waitress who dumped linguine in his lap might be up for a date! And more of our conversations under the "not sober" microscope!

Writing Community Chat Show
JD Barker Returns | Haunted Houses, Shaking Beds At The Stanley Hotel & Advice from Stephen King, James Patterson & Dean Koontz.

Writing Community Chat Show

Play Episode Listen Later May 20, 2025 60:01


Our latest episode of The Writing Community Chat Show was the kind that makes you glance over your shoulder before switching off the hallway light. International bestseller J.D. Barker, fresh off the May 13 release of his ghost-thriller Something I Keep Upstairs (already #1 in Amazon's Ghost Thrillers) joined us for a live, laughter-and-screams-filled conversation that our chat hailed as “Outstanding interview!

Dave & Jenn in the Morning
Someone's Upstairs... 05/15/25

Dave & Jenn in the Morning

Play Episode Listen Later May 15, 2025 1:16 Transcription Available


Someone's Upstairs... 05/15/25

Morning Meeting
Episode 242: Save America—Deport Lorne Michaels!

Morning Meeting

Play Episode Listen Later May 3, 2025 30:47


This week, David Kamp explains why it's time to make Trump deport the creator of Saturday Night Live, Lorne Michaels. Then, Stuart Heritage tells us how and why the notorious Fyre Festival is back. We think? And finally, Jean Marsh, one of the great actresses of the past 50 years, who also co-created the beloved and influential television series Upstairs, Downstairs, died recently, and Michael Lindsay-Hogg will join us to share his tribute to the beautiful woman he knew and loved.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

House Guest with Kenzie Elizabeth
Dom Roberts of Upstairs Neighbors | Half Marathons, The Art of Gaslighting & Rewriting History, Embarrassing Stories & How to Have Long Lasting Friendships

House Guest with Kenzie Elizabeth

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 17, 2025 68:53


This week's episode Kenzie sits down with her best friend, Dom Roberts of Upstairs Neighbors, to talk about their friendship highs and lows, grief, running, how to have a long lasting friendship and more. The girls are back together and catching up. Hope you enjoy!!

This Is Actually Happening
357: What if you were the girl locked upstairs?

This Is Actually Happening

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 8, 2025 56:59


A vulnerable girl, having already endured abuse from her schizophrenic mother, loses her freedom and innocence when a trusted adult lures her into an unthinkable decade of captivity. Today's episode featured Tanya Kach. You can email Tanya at tnkach@gmail.com or find her on social media via the following: Facebook @Tanya Nicole Kach (Mimi)Instagram @libragirl1481Tanya wrote an autobiography “Memoir of a Milk Carton Kid”, available where books are sold. She's done many speaking engagements, as well as television, podcasts, school speaking engagements and book readings.A special thanks to Todd Rennebohm of the Bunny Hugs & Mental Health podcast for referring Tanya to us.Producers: Whit Missildine, Andrew Waits, Aviva LipkowitzContent/Trigger Warnings: childhood abuse and neglect, divorce, bullying, child grooming, predation and assault, rape and sexual assault, kidnapping, imprisonment, explicit languageLINK TO OUR LISTENER SURVEY! We've come up with a short audience survey, which you can find linked in our show notes and in the bio of our Instagram page @actuallyhappening. We'd love to hear your opinions and feedback, and we'd really appreciate your point of view. Link below:https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfxV-6qeNAOuIAbBnuSJpoyqE3tlvusxb069dZCUC1RWeLfEg/viewformSocial Media:Instagram: @actuallyhappeningTwitter: @TIAHPodcastWebsite: thisisactuallyhappening.comWebsite for Andrew Waits: andrdewwaits.comWebsite for Aviva Lipkowitz: avivalipkowitz.comSupport the Show: Support The Show on Patreon: patreon.com/happeningWondery Plus: All episodes of the show prior to episode #130 are now part of the Wondery Plus premium service. To access the full catalog of episodes, and get all episodes ad free, sign up for Wondery Plus at wondery.com/plusShop at the Store: The This Is Actually Happening online store is now officially open. Follow this link: thisisactuallyhappening.com/shop to access branded t-shirts, posters, stickers and more from the shop. Transcripts: Full transcripts of each episode are now available on the website, thisisactuallyhappening.comIntro Music: ""Illabye"" – TipperMusic Bed: Re-EntryServicesIf you or someone you know is struggling with the effects of trauma or mental illness, please refer to the following resources:National Suicide and Crisis Lifeline: Text or Call 988 National Alliance on Mental Illness: 1-800-950-6264National Sexual Assault Hotline (RAINN): 1-800-656-HOPE (4673)Be the first to know about Wondery's newest podcasts, curated recommendations, and more! Sign up now at https://wondery.fm/wonderynewsletterListen to exclusive episodes of This is Actually Happening ad-free by joining Wondery+ in the Wondery App, Apple Podcasts or Spotify. Start your free trial by visiting wondery.com/links/this-is-actually-happening/ now.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Real Ghost Stories Online
Noises Upstairs | Real Ghost Stories Online

Real Ghost Stories Online

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 19, 2025 12:03


This listener's experience in a 1920s Florida house was filled with unsettling moments that made her question everything. From strange noises upstairs to ghostly jump sounds that couldn't be replicated, there was something odd in that house. But when the footsteps got too close and even the dog seemed to hear the spirits, it became undeniable. Is it just an old house settling, or is something—or someone—still lingering? 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

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