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 and welcome to this my 15th Maxisode.

I usually do minisodes every other week, but I had some extra time on my hands, so we get to spend a little extra spooky time together.

This is our next to last week of Halloween season.

I'm already getting sad that we have such little time before our pumpkins start to get moldy.

I also don't have a costume for my dog Toby yet.

He's a little red-headed Pomeranian.

Put your doggy Halloween costume recommendations in the

comments. I got to act fast. I was a bag of garbage once, and I made the cutest little garbage hat

and tied it to my head. It was just like a plastic bag that I put four holes in for my arms and legs

and tied like around my neck with a cute little

bow after stuffing it with newspaper.

I thought it was really cute.

And from my description, you may be thinking that is really cute, really cheap, great last-minute

costume.

But don't ever be a bag of garbage for Halloween and I'll tell you why.

Because no matter how chilly it might be,

that plastic is not breathable. And if it's chilly out, you're going to be both freezing and sweaty,

which I was. I was wearing clothes underneath the bag of garbage, though. I'm not like a pervert,

but all of the paper was soaking wet after a few

hours, and I couldn't take it off because I had a party to go to. Long story short, I am wishing

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