Hello and welcome to my Victorian nightmare. I'm your host, Genevieve Mannion, and I'm here to talk about mysterious deaths, morbid fascinations, disturbing stories, and otherwise spooky events from the Victorian era. Because to me, there's just something especially intriguing, creepy, and oddly comforting

about horror and mayhem from the 19th century.

So, listener discretion is advised.

Hello, friends, and welcome to this my 13th episode, which happens to fall within the 60 spooky days of Halloween. And just a warning, you are going to hear the word spooky

at least 100 times in this episode.

So brace yourself.

As mentioned in either the last podcast or the one before that, I can't remember all days between

September 1st and the end of October are Halloween as far as I am concerned.

I have a big container of gummy bears on my counter so I can trick or treat whenever I want.

I watch all of the spooky movies. I saw long legs last night. I was not paying proper attention

until the last 20 minutes and then I kicked myself all those 20 minutes because I should have been

paying proper attention because my God. Yes, creepy Satan dolls out of nowhere.

I have to see it again now.

Anyway, great review, Genevieve.

To celebrate these spooky oogie days, I'm talking about one of my favorite spooky oogie topics today and throughout the next few weeks. That is, spooky

oogie Victorian haunted houses. I'm going to talk about the creepy histories, dig deep into

coroner's juries, and obituaries, and of course discuss the spine-chilling encounters that

folks have experienced in these places. But before we begin,

just a little housekeeping. Firstly, you may have noticed a slight toddler-like speech impediment

creeping in and out of my diction here. My teeth have always looked a little bit like a ransacked

graveyard, so I got Invisaline,

which I had in the past, but I never wore the retainer, so here I am again.

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