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 20th episode.

Almost open enough to drink.

How nice.

I do have to apologize, though.

I have a little cold today, so I may sound a little raspy.

But I will do my best to edit the sniffles out.

That aside. Oh, what a lovely week I had. I decorated my Christmas tree with about 20 bouquets of dry roses. I use blown glass ornaments and pretty little dried iron slices. It smells

so glamorous. I may be a Buddhist witch, but Christmas is

still my favorite holiday apart from Halloween. I'll put pictures of the tree on the post for

today's episode on Instagram so you can see. I am very proud of it. Every year, I get all of my

Christmas crafts together and decorate the tree while watching

Dickens' Christmas Carol, the one from the 1930s.

Apart from Tiny Tim being the single most annoying child to ever appear in a movie, that

rendition is by far my favorite.

And it's genuinely creepy, old practical effects, strange echoey sound effects,

and the knowledge that even the youngest cast member now is dead. These are the things that I lock

on to when watching old movies. Also, side note, that annoying kid, he grew up to be delicious. I'll put a picture of him on the

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