Three Terrifying Locations: Listener Stories

Summary

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Sightings – Three Terrifying Locations: Listener Stories

Date: September 29, 2025
Hosts: McLeod Andrews & Brian Sigley

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Episode Overview

In this special listener-driven edition of Sightings, hosts McLeod Andrews and Brian Sigley share and discuss three chilling listener stories centered around haunted and inexplicably eerie places. The episode delivers first-hand accounts of the supernatural—from a condo that seems to exist outside reality, to a vanishing house investigated by law enforcement, to a famous New Jersey mansion with a blindingly bizarre fountain. With October approaching, these tales are meticulously read and followed by the hosts’ spirited commentary, all in celebration of the "spooky season."

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Key Story Summaries & Discussions

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1. The Condo That Doesn’t Exist (Reno, Nevada)

Submitted by: Anonymous
Story Read at: [03:54] to [09:52]

Story Highlights

• Setting: An old condo in a neglected yet nostalgically charming area of downtown Reno, Nevada.
• Initial Oddities: Felt off from the start; details like Internet companies being unable to find the address heightened the strangeness:

  "They found the condo to the left, they found the condo to the right, but ours simply didn't exist in their system like it had slipped through the cracks of reality." [05:15]

• Escalating Phenomena:
  • Recurring nightmares featuring a bound, furious ghost girl.
  • Kitchen phenomena: cabinets open, sink running, lights flickering, phones dying, time seemingly lost.
  • Both resident and boyfriend wake up “sleepwalking,” with no memory, at 3am in the kitchen.
  • Final straw: muddy, child-sized footprints leading to the bed, confirming the ghostly presence was no longer just in dreams.
• Departure: They left in haste, never to return—the condo remains a non-entity in databases.

Notable Quotes

• "Maybe some places aren't meant to be lived in. Maybe they remember things. Maybe they wait." (Anonymous, [09:42])
• Hosts’ Reaction:
  • McLeod: “Holy. What? Okay, Anonymous.” [09:51]
  • Brian: “I’m amazed she lasted as long as she did.” [09:54]

Immediate Discussion

• Admiration for the story’s writing and atmosphere.
• Unease about the true identity and location since the sender wished to remain anonymous.
• General consensus: If a place feels wrong from the beginning, trust your instincts.

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2. The Vanishing House (Coleman, Texas)

Submitted by: Braden, retelling his friend Zach’s story
Story Read at: [13:18] to [21:15]

Story Highlights

• Setting: Coleman, Texas—winter, 2015. Law enforcement patrol at night.
• Event: Officer Zach spots an unmarked, overgrown yellow house with a partially open door. Suspecting trouble, he enters—finding a disturbingly well-preserved time capsule, furniture from the 1950s, dust everywhere, and signs of sudden abandonment.
• Creeping Dread:
  • Encounters unsettling growling noises.
  • Table set with rotting food, moonlight through collapsed roof, rocking horse in child's room.
  • Encounters time distortion; while inside for what feels like 5 minutes, in reality two hours pass—dispatch unable to reach him.
• Exit: Slams on piano key, triggers a terrifyingly loud supernatural growl and rush of hot breath. Flees in terror.
• Aftermath: Dashcam and radio corroborate Zach’s missing time. Attempts to revisit reveal no trace of the house. The incident becomes an urban legend among local law enforcement.

Notable Quotes

• "We then reviewed my dash cam video which showed me at exactly three walk in front of my patrol car towards the residence and nothing else until 5:24, when we could see me running back to my car..." (Zach via McLeod, [20:19])
• McLeod: “That’s awesome. That’s just an awesome story.” [21:30]
• Brian: “Was the house even real? There’s the time dilation aspect...” [21:22]

Immediate Discussion

• Praise for the “heavy vibes” and the cinematic, noir storytelling style.
• Fascination with paranormal experiences that rewrite a person’s sense of time and place.
• Both hosts agree: some nights, you just don’t go inside.

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3. The Glowing Fountain at Wilson Hall (Monmouth University, New Jersey)

Submitted by: Tom from New Jersey
Story Read at: [25:00] to [32:54]

Story Highlights

• Setting: Wilson Hall (“Shadow Lawn”), a historic mansion turned university building famous for ghost sightings.
• Background: Tom, initially a skeptic, visits the mansion with girlfriend Whitney and her roommate Gwen after watching a friend’s documentary of the locale’s supernatural events.
• Event:
  • Tom tours the mansion, attempting to “debunk” its hauntings.
  • Experiences a chilling moment in an antechamber: a cherub fountain’s face glows with blue-green light, seemingly watching him.
  • Suddenly, violent banging on a glass door and the frantic shaking of a brass push bar
  • At the peak of fear, Tom shouts: “Zoinks.”
  • The friends flee, shaken, never to enter the mansion again; Whitney eventually drifts apart from Tom post-incident.

Notable Quotes

• “The cherub’s face began to glow. A bright bluish green light illuminating only its face. My bravery shattered…I stood frozen, locked in a silent gaze, being stared down by its haunting, glowing smile.” (Tom via McLeod, [25:37])
• “Zoinks. Yes. Yes. Really. My brain chose that in the scariest moment of my life. I’m sure even the ghost cringed.” (Tom, [31:45])
• “If a ghost ever attacks, I will never yell zoinks again.” (Tom, [33:16])

Immediate Discussion

• Hosts celebrate Tom’s honesty—“No shame. Do not be ashamed of your Zoinks. I’m proud of your Zoinks, Tom.” (McLeod, [33:11])
• Musings that humorous exclamations might be the best ghost deterrent.

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Notable Quotes & Moments

• McLeod, on the episode’s escalating horror:

  “We just got two stories with vibes.” [21:33]

• Brian, putting a point on seasonal spookiness:

  “Well, that’s why it’s almost spooky season.” [21:38]

• Comic Relief:

  “This is our anniversary. Send us cake. I won’t eat it because that doesn’t seem like a safe, smart thing to eat. Stranger cake.” (McLeod, [24:22]; Brian, [24:38])

• On coping with haunted places:

  “If ever there was something to dispel a ghost, it’s gotta be Zoinks.” (McLeod, [33:25])

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Timestamps of Key Segments

| Segment | Timestamp | |-----------------------------------------------|------------| | First Story: Haunted Condo (Reno, NV) | 03:54-09:52| | Discussion and reactions | 09:54-10:29| | Second Story: Vanishing House (Coleman, TX) | 13:18-21:15| | Discussion and vibe appreciation | 21:15-22:08| | Third Story: Wilson Hall, Shadow Lawn (NJ) | 25:00-32:54| | Discussion and ending banter | 32:54-34:33|

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Episode Tone & Style

• Atmosphere: Relaxed but reverent for the stories’ creepiness; hosts oscillate between playful banter and genuine chills.
• Language: Narrative, immersive storytelling. Hosts slip into characters or voices to enhance the tales’ ambiance.
• Humor: Regular flashes of comic relief—especially when recounting listeners’ awkward or unexpected reactions to fear.
• Community: Warm encouragement for listeners to send in their own stories (and cake).

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Conclusion & Tease

The episode builds anticipation for October with a collection of deeply unsettling (and sometimes unexpectedly funny) paranormal tales. The hosts tease next week’s episode—about a notorious “ranch” in the western US—and encourage fans to tune in for more supernatural adventures.

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If you missed the episode, this summary offers a complete journey through three haunted places, chilling personal accounts, and the lively dynamic between Sightings' hosts and listeners.

Transcript

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Learn [e-mail] Mint is still $15 a month for premium wireless and if you haven't made the switch yet, here are 15 reasons why you should 1. It's $15 a month. 2. Seriously, it's $15 a month. 3. No big contracts you say? Fine. My mom used to say are you. Are you playing me off? That's what's happening, right? Okay, give it a [e-mail] Switch up front payment of 45 for 3 month plan $15 per month equivalent required New customer offer first 3 months only, then full price plan options available, Taxes and fees extra. See mintmobile.com Some places feel ordinary at first glance. Old houses, schools or quiet apartments. But step inside and you sense it. The chill that lingers in the air. The silence that presses too heavily. The feeling that you are not alone. Because sometimes places become more than just buildings and offer shelter for both the living and the dead. Welcome to Sightings, the series that takes you inside the world's most mysterious supernatural events. Each episode brings you a thrilling story that puts you at the center of the action, followed by a discussion that dives into the accounts that inspired the story, story and our takes on them. I'm McLeod.

[Brian Sigley]

And I'm Brian, and it is the last Monday of the month and we are back to Listener Stories for Everyone. And since we are just days from October, we wanted to share some of our favorite spooky stories.

[McLeod Andrews]

So journey with us as we explore three peculiar places and learn what really lurks in the dark. Will it terrify you as much as our listeners that experienced it? Find out on this episode of Sightings. Time for another exciting episode of creep.

[Brian Sigley]

Out McLeod, our favorite time of the month.

[McLeod Andrews]

Our favorite time of the month in which our listeners creep out McCloud with their personal stories of terror or just strangeness yeah.

[Brian Sigley]

So I picked out three really cool kind of haunted place stories for this episode. The first one is by someone who wished to remain anonymous.

[McLeod Andrews]

Okay.

[Brian Sigley]

So all I can say is that this happens in Reno, Nevada.

[McLeod Andrews]

In Reno, from anonymous.

[Brian Sigley]

So give us your best anonymous voice. McCloud.

[McLeod Andrews]

During our final year of college, my boyfriend and I moved into an old condo tucked in a feeding.

[Brian Sigley]

Just like that. That's the one. So for our listeners who are joining us on a listener story for the first time, McLeod has not seen these stories. And we're just going to lay down some music. Let's get that going. All right. And whenever you're ready, McLeod.

[McLeod Andrews]

During our final year of college, my boyfriend and I moved into an old condo tucked in a fading corner of downtown Reno, a neighborhood caught somewhere between nostalgia and neglect. We the place had a strange charm, like it had once been something great, but time had settled thickly over it. Wow, this person's a writer.

[Brian Sigley]

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[McLeod Andrews]

Right. Somebody is an English major. The place had a strange charm, like it had once been something great, but time had settled thickly over it. An eerie, heavy kind of charm. From the moment we stepped inside, we felt like we'd walked into a time capsule from the 70s. The shag carpet, the amber tinted glass in the kitchen, the dark. I feel like, you know what? Now that I know that this person's, like, swinging for the fences and bringing it. Like, I need to get literary with it.

[Brian Sigley]

No, literary away, McLeod.

[McLeod Andrews]

All right, from. From here on out, we'll get a little bit more in it. From the moment we stepped inside, we felt like we'd walked into a time capsule from the 70s. The shag carpet, the amber tinted glass in the kitchen, the dark wood trim. It was all too perf preserved. The upstairs loft bedroom had these massive creaking wooden blinds that slid open to overlook the living room below. The light never seemed quite right in that room. Shadows always lingered in the corners, even in the middle of the day. And the kitchen had cabinets with doors that opened on both sides. One side into the kitchen, the other into the dining area. Like something out of an old mystery novel. It felt like a place with too many ways in and not enough ways out. From the start, something was off. The day I called the Internet company to set up service, they couldn't find our address. They found the condo to the left, they found the condo to the right, but ours simply didn't exist in their system like it had slipped through the cracks of reality. I should have taken that as A sign we tried to make the place ours. I suggested painting the bedroom wall a dark red. Something warm and bold, to liven up the gloom. That night, I had the first dream. In it, I woke up in our room. But it wasn't quite our room. The air felt thick, like it was underwater. Next to my side of the bed, there was a girl, no older than 12 or 13. She was tied to a chair in an old, soiled white nightgown. Her wrists were raw, her eyes wide with fury and terror. She was screaming at me. Not with fear, but rage, like I had brought her there. But I couldn't move. I just stared, frozen, as her screams grew louder and more desperate. I woke up soaked in sweat, heart pounding. My boyfriend said I thrashed all night. Things only got worse. The next morning we went downstairs to leave for work and found every cabinet and drawer in the kitchen wide open. The sink was running, overflowing onto the floor. We thought maybe one of us had forgotten to turn it off. Until it kept happening. Once, twice, then almost daily. Lights began flickering then shutting off entirely. Our phones would die without warning even when fully charged. We started losing time. Hours passing in what felt like minutes. Once, we both woke up at 3am standing in the kitchen, the fridge door open, neither of us remembering getting out of bed. I stopped feeling safe. I started picking up a bottle of whiskey on my way home from work. I'd sit in the condo complex courtyard, sipping from the paper bag like some character in a noir film, waiting for my boyfriend to get home. I couldn't go inside alone anymore. Not sober, anyway. We stopped inviting people over. We stopped talking about the strange things. We were scared to even acknowledge it. It was like the more we noticed, the worse it got. And we noticed everything. The final straw came when I found muddy footprints leading from the loft to my side of the bed. They were small, barefoot. I hadn't dreamed that girl. She had been there. That night, we didn't sleep. We packed what we could before the sun rose and left before it could set again. We never went back. The condo still doesn't show up on Internet service maps. It's like it never existed. Maybe it didn't. Maybe some places aren't meant to be lived in. Maybe they remember things. Maybe they wait. But whatever was waiting in that condo, it wasn't waiting for us anymore. And I pray it never finds someone new. Holy. What? Okay, Anonymous. You moved to a condo that doesn't exist, Had a dream about a bound little girl who has clearly been there for a while because her nightgown was soiled. It was screaming at you. The water kept turning on and off. You would wake up in the middle of the night and basically sleepwalk along with your boyfriend and lose time. And then there were muddy footprints leading to your bed.

[Brian Sigley]

I'm amazed she lasted as long as she did.

[McLeod Andrews]

Yeah.

[Brian Sigley]

And so well written.

[McLeod Andrews]

So well written. Wow.

[Brian Sigley]

This is one of those stories like, I wish this person was not anonymous. It came from a nondescript email too. Okay. All I know is there was a first name on it. I don't remember what it was. And even if I did, I wouldn't say it. Cause they asked to remain anonymous. But because they're anonymous, I'm like, I don't now know where this apartment is so we can tell people, don't move there.

[McLeod Andrews]

Wow. Okay. Let's just move right on from that one as fast as we possibly can.

[Brian Sigley]

I agree wholeheartedly. So we'll be right back after this break, everyone.

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All right, well, after that first horrif, let's do another one.

[McLeod Andrews]

Yay.

[Brian Sigley]

This one is from Not Anonymous person. This one's from Brayden. From Texas.

[McLeod Andrews]

Brayden was the only one of my best friends growing up.

[Brian Sigley]

Oh.

[McLeod Andrews]

As a little kid. Yeah. I lived in my neighborhood. Braden.

[Brian Sigley]

Well, it sounds like this didn't actually happen to Braden, though. He says this story comes from his buddy Zach. Oh, okay. Back when he was in law enforcement.

[McLeod Andrews]

Oh.

[Brian Sigley]

It involves time dilation, a possibly malicious entity, and a vanishing house.

[McLeod Andrews]

Given that it's law enforcement and that it opens with it was a very cold night, it immediately makes me want to go noir.

[Brian Sigley]

Do it.

[McLeod Andrews]

It was a very cold night in the winter of 2015.

[Brian Sigley]

He's from Texas, though.

[McLeod Andrews]

Fair, I think.

[Brian Sigley]

Just hardened, you know, Texas cop. Like Central Texas.

[McLeod Andrews]

Makes me want to go like McConaughey.

[Brian Sigley]

True Detective. Yeah, give us McConaughey and True Detective.

[McLeod Andrews]

It was a very cold night in the winter of 2015. The thing that's crazy about McConaughey is his rhythm is all over the place. Like, if you've listened to a little bit of his audiobook, he's got the craziest rhythm. You cannot anticipate how he's gonna say sentence, which I don't know if I want to do that. That could be bothersome, but. Or maybe why not? This is our show. We can do whatever we want. Sorry, Zach. It was a very cold night in the winter of 2015 in a small town called Coleman. I'm the only officer out in the county, and it's just about 3am now. It's been a while since I received any calls or made any kind of traffic stops, and I'm patrolling the residential streets and spotlighting houses. I get to the 600 block of West 5th street, and on the south side of the road, in the middle of the block, I see a small yellow house with white trim, tall grass, and large brush obscuring the front of the residence. I couldn't make out any kind of number or address for the house. From the road, I can barely see the front door, and I can see it's slightly open. So I decided I was going to check on the house and make sure there weren't any intruders or an emergency present. While walking to the door, I had to crouch under the brush to get to the front porch. Upon reaching the door, I knocked and announced, police department. Is anyone in the house now? After several attempts with no response, I turned on my flashlight and drew my sidearm to clear the building, make sure everything was okay. When I first walk into the house, I immediately notice an old piano standing right beside the door, a little ways off the wall. While looking around the living room, I noticed a lot of dust in the air and old furniture, seemingly from the late 1950s to early 60s, all of which was in disrepair. There were stains on the wall where picture frames used to hang and had since fallen to the ground. In some places, the ceiling had caved in and I could see moonlight coming in through the roof. I again announced myself and again asked if anyone was home. Receiving no answer, I began searching the residence, moving right down a narrow hallway. About halfway down the hall, as I come to a doorway on my left, I hear a low, faint grr. Almost a growl, but not quite. It was a little distant, as if in another room. I turned my flashlight off, put my back against the wall opposite the door, and listened for any kind of indication as to where the noise came from. After what felt like 10 to 15 seconds, I turned my light back on, thinking I may have imagined the noise and decide to move into the room. Inside was a child's bedroom, toys scattered around, and as cliche as it sounds, an old wooden rocking horse in the corner. Everything in the room had that same 1950s style. Other than my flashlight, There was a small amount of moonlight illuminating the back of the room. With still no sign of anyone being home, I continue down the hallway, coming to the back of the house, and my radio lets out a quick bit of static. At the end of the hallway, I find a big kitchen. I see a very old refrigerator and a kitchen table that was fully set for dinner with plates filled with old rotten food, like someone had left in a hurry years ago. As I'm walking through the kitchen, I see a door leading to what I thought was another bedroom. I approach the door and I hear the same growl, but this time much louder and much closer. I ducked down with my back against the counter and I started scanning back and forth from left to right, trying to make out any shapes in the dark. At this point, I was breathing very heavily and decided I don't care anymore if anyone is in the house. I'm just ready to get out. I sit there for what feels like 45 seconds, trying to control my breathing while still listening for any other noises. I stand back up, regain my composure, and turn my flashlight on. Very quickly I check the second bedroom, then start moving back to the front door much faster than before. When I got back to the front room, I felt relief and started to feel a little silly for how scared I'd gotten myself while searching the residence. And I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I reached down to the piano to hit the lowest key. As the piano sounded throughout the house, I heard the growl again, only this time it was extremely loud and I felt breath on the back of my neck. I leapt to the front door, opening it and slamming it shut behind me. I sprinted back to my patrol car and drove away from the house and contacted dispatch to let them know everything was Tim. Immediately after sending my broadcast, my dispatcher responds, standby for telephone call. I get a call from her. She asked me where I've been. I told her I'd just finished searching a house and she asks why I hadn't been responding to any radio traffic. I had my portable radio on me and while in the house I'd only received static. I told her I'd only been in the house for maybe five minutes at most, to which she tells me she hadn't been able to contact me for over two hours. I looked down at my car's stereo and the clock said 5:24. Later that morning, I met with my sergeant, who asked me where I'd been and why I'd been unresponsive, and I told him my story. We then reviewed my dash cam video which showed me at exactly three walk in front of my patrol car towards the residence and Nothing else until 5 24, when we could see me running past the front of my car and get back in. The last audio recorded before I went into the residence was me saying, police department, is anyone home? The very next recording was me crashing through the brush, running back to my car and checking into dispatch two hours later. After that, my sergeant told me to take him to the residence. We spent somewhere around an hour searching the 600 block and surrounding areas and we couldn't find anything matching the description of the house. I received a verbal reprimand for not responding to my radio, and I was advised if it ever happened again, the punishment would be much more severe. Over the days and weeks that followed, I would return to the 600 block of West Fifth Street. I never saw any houses matching the description and no overgrown brush. In the years that followed, I began training new officers and put out a sort of bounty, asking anyone to find that house anywhere in Coleman. It's become somewhat of an urban legend within the department, with some people just not believing, while others are still searching to this day. As of December 20, 2024, nothing matching that house has ever been seen again in Coleman County.

[Brian Sigley]

Ho ho. You ate that up, McCloud.

[McLeod Andrews]

That's a pretty awesome story.

[Brian Sigley]

I know. I love this one. It's not only creepy, but then, was the house even real? There's the time dilation aspect.

[McLeod Andrews]

Yeah, that's awesome. That's just an awesome story.

[Brian Sigley]

We just got two stories with vibes.

[McLeod Andrews]

Yeah, we're getting hit with some heavy vibes.

[Brian Sigley]

Oh, man. Well, that's why it's almost spooky season.

[McLeod Andrews]

Spooky season. I'm feeling it, guys. Yes. This is making me want to blindfold myself and put my hands in some spaghetti and feel around some peeled grapes.

[Brian Sigley]

Mm. Brains and eyeballs.

[McLeod Andrews]

Brains and eyeballs.

[Brian Sigley]

Is spaghetti supposed to be brains, really? Or is it supposed to be like.

[McLeod Andrews]

So I think it's supposed to be brains. Maybe intestines.

[Brian Sigley]

Maybe it's supposed to be guts or worms or just worms.

[McLeod Andrews]

I don't know, because worms. Well, I don't know. Who knows? It's just supposed to feel weird, Nicky.

[Brian Sigley]

Yeah. Yeah.

[McLeod Andrews]

Haunted houses.

[Brian Sigley]

Yep. All right, well, we got one more story coming your way right after these advertisements for very essential blankets and locks for your doors.

[McLeod Andrews]

Really?

[Brian Sigley]

No.

[McLeod Andrews]

Oh.

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[Brian Sigley]

Hope you bought some blankets. Everyone ready for story number three. McLeod, you seem less terrified. You know, these are really scary. You seem less terrified than usual. Maybe you're just becoming acclimated.

[McLeod Andrews]

The vibes are just such that. The vibes are just such that. I'm in it. I'm just like. I'm just. Yeah, I think one, I've been a little bit acclimated to this. Now here we are, what, like a year?

[Brian Sigley]

Almost a year. It's a year later. Yeah. Almost a year, guys.

[McLeod Andrews]

Is it a year?

[Brian Sigley]

This is our anniversary episode, guys.

[McLeod Andrews]

This is our anniversary. Send us cake.

[Brian Sigley]

Send us cake on Instagram.

[McLeod Andrews]

Some. Yeah, send us cake. I won't eat it because that doesn't seem like a safe, smart thing to eat. Stranger cake.

[Brian Sigley]

Stranger cake. Beware strangers. If these stories teach you anything, beware of strangers and cake.

[McLeod Andrews]

Yeah. Yeah. Sorry, everyone, I'm not. But send them anyway.

[Brian Sigley]

But let's get to story number three here. Tom from New Jersey.

[McLeod Andrews]

Tom from New Jersey.

[Brian Sigley]

Yeah. I had to tone his story down a little bit because it was a little bit curse wordy. So let's get some music going.

[McLeod Andrews]

Okay. I was a suburban kid now attending a slightly less suburban college in northern New Jersey. I hadn't acclimated to being away from home, so I took regular trips. And by regular, I mean every weekend, either back home to Central Jersey or further south to stay overnight with my high school sweetheart, Whitney, at her much more prestigious school, Monmouth University. And I didn't know this at the time, but most students and alumni there will immediately tell you the first rule of don't mess around. In Wilson hall, at the center of the campus green, officially named Shadow Lawn Due to frequent ghost sightings sat Wilson Hall, a mansion turned classroom named after President Woodrow Wilson who summered there. This sprawling estate was preserved almost exactly as it had been built, yet still functioned for daily classes and campus life. I'll never forget my first visit touring the building in broad daylight with witness. I stopped to use the bathroom, which was completely decked out in marble tiles and still had an actual porcelain clawfoot bathtub. One time, Matt, the manager of the place I worked, asked how I was adjusting to college life. I told him I actually spent most weekends at Monmouth with Whitney and asked him if he'd seen the clawfoot tub in Wilson hall since he went to Monmouth. Matt went quiet, then emailed me a Vimeo link. He said that for his communications final, they let him and two classmates stay overnight in Wilson hall and they got some weird footage. So when I got home, I opened the link to Shadows of Shadow Lawn, a documentary about the building's history and ghost stories. As an overly cocky 19 year old, I rolled my eyes at the tale. When Matt's crew claimed the antique elevator's mirror slammed toward them at a 45 degree angle, I laughed. But as the documentary continued, my confidence wavered. They'd captured audio of the broken piano playing itself in the distance, lights flickering on in empty rooms and in the B roll, a statue outside the mansion winking at the camera. But I dismissed it as sensational editing because ghosts aren't real, and I was determined to prove them fake. In December, I was crashing at Whitney's dorm as finals were ending and I suggested a ghost tour of Wilson hall with Whitney and her roommate Gwen. And surprisingly, they agreed. We trekked through 4 inches of snow to the mansion. Inside, the moon cast dim shadows. There wasn't much else in terms of lighting. First, we found the piano, locked and quiet. Me one, ghosts zero. The elevator was a rickety closet with a collapsible grate. As it creaked upward, I poked the haunted mirror solid. Me two, ghosts zero. Unrelated. I used the bathroom again. Me three, ghosts zero. We made our way down the dimly lit stairs. At this point, more afraid of tripping and falling than of ghosts, we found ourselves back in the foyer. I was proud of myself. I had soundly proven that ghosts do not exist. But overconfidence made me push further. Let's check the antechamber. The room I'd come to call the antechamber because antechamber is a cool word, didn't seem to have much purpose outside of being pretty. The room didn't have Much going on aside from the glass doors, just an ugly fountain on the east wall. And to the west, a regular sized glass door with a vintage brass push bar jutting out. We arrived in the room and I sensed an immediate drop in temperature. I figured the huge glass doors might have been drafty, but I would soon realize that something else had entered the antechamber with us. Whitney and Gwen wandered across the room to peer at the garden. At the same time, I approached the fountain on the east wall. I'd never seen it running. It was adorned with two angelic cherubs holding a fish, its mouth wide open but dry in the darkness. The details were hard to make out. I squinted, straining to see the cherubs faces. That's when I felt it. The prickle of being watched, as if the cherubs were staring back. Suddenly, the cherub's face began to glow. A bright bluish green light illuminating only its face. My bravery shattered. I wanted to scream, but no sound came. I stood frozen, locked in a silent gaze, being stared down by its haunting, glowing smile. Was this the shadow of Shadow Lawn? Was it done with my grandstanding? My use of the nice bathroom? The glow lasted maybe 10 seconds, but it felt like an eternity. The light faded. I turned to Whitney and Gwen. Had they seen it? No, of course not. They were still gazing out the window. My eyes darted around the room and garden, hunting for a light source. An emergency light, a passing car, anything. But there was nothing. Just us in that cold, cold room. Us and whatever had joined us. Then Gwen's phone rang. Max volume, of course. My heart leapt. She answered. Her dad was almost at the dorm to pick her up. Time to go. So we took one big step towards the dorm when. Bam. I froze. What was that? Bam. Bam. Bam. The door rattled with each slam, like someone pounding the wind. Impossible. The tree beyond the glass door stood still. So did we. I opened my mouth. No clue what I meant to say, but got no further. The brass push bar began shaking violently, slamming in and out as if an invisible man was desperately trying to escape. The noise was deafening. I glanced back at the fountain. The cherub's face glowed again, even brighter than before, its smile seemingly mocking me. All three of us stood paralyzed. As the banging reached a crescendo. I screamed the first words that came to mind. Zoinks. Yes. Yes. Really? My brain chose that in the scariest moment of my life. I'm sure even the ghost cringed. Amazing. But the power of Zoinks freed us. Yes. Amazing. We bolted for the exit. Whitney and Gwen screaming as I mentally wrestled with what I'd seen. It was all true. There was a shadow over Shadow Lawn. We raced through the snow back to the freshman dorms. Gwen's dad waited outside. We tried explaining what had just happened, but he, a Monmouth alum himself, simply answered, why'd you mess around in Wilson Hall? I never returned to Wilson Hall. I still miss that bathroom. As for Whitney, after the Zoinks, she never saw me the same. And we didn't last much longer. But the whole thing led me to discover who I am. And I am a man who. Zoinks.

[Brian Sigley]

Awesome story, Tom. I really love this one and everyone. He does have a little postscript here. He said, this story is all true. I didn't embellish anything. Although I did truncate some of the ghost stories and stuff in the documentary to save time. Yes. I really yelled zoinks. Yes. I am ashamed of it.

[McLeod Andrews]

No, no shame. Do not be ashamed of your Zoinks. I'm proud of your Zoinks, Tom.

[Brian Sigley]

To my beautiful partner, who I recently married. Congratulations. And is now stuck with me. If you're listening to this, I promise that if a ghost ever attacks, I will never yell zoinks again.

[McLeod Andrews]

Whoever your partner is, please turn to Tom and say, promise me that you will zoinks. And then boop his nose. Like, honestly, if ever there was something to dispel a ghost, it's gotta be Zoinks. Like, if the priest in the Exorcist film had just gone Zoinks. Like, I feel like it just would.

[Brian Sigley]

Have gone, exorcism done.

[McLeod Andrews]

Exorcism done. It just would have gone, ugh. I thought I was just gonna scare you. You're a silly person.

[Brian Sigley]

Well, hopefully that got everyone in the spooky mood, because next week it is October, and we've got so many fun, extra scary episodes coming your way.

[McLeod Andrews]

But where are we going next week, Brian?

[Brian Sigley]

Well, we are heading to a place that has one of the most terrifying names I think I've ever heard in my life. And I won't say much other than to say that it is in the western US and it is a ranch. I'm not gonna say anything, but get ready, everyone. We'll see all next week, same time, same place, right here on Sightings.

[McLeod Andrews]

Okay, thank you for the stories, everyone. Bye.

[Brian Sigley]

Sightings is hosted by McLeod Andrews and Bryan Sigley. Produced by Brian Sigley, chase Kinzer and McLeod Andrews. Series music by Mitch Bain. Mixing and mastering by Pat Kickliter of Sundial Media. Artwork by Nuno Cernatos Sightings is presented by Reverb and Q Code. If you like the show, be sure to subscribe on your favorite podcast button platform so you're first to hear new episodes every week. And if you know other Supernatural fans, tell them about us. We'd really appreciate it.

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[Brian Sigley]

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