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 22nd episode. I have some weird, wonderful, and downright irresponsible Victorian Christmas traditions for you today that I think you

will very much enjoy. And I'm feeling considerably less gross than

it was last week. Thank you very much for asking. I was honestly shocked that I was able to get that

episode done in time. Apart from barely being able to breathe, my Brooklyn building pipes are going

insane. It's like someone taking a monkey wrench to them all hours of the day and night.

So trying to record myself between clanks is hilarious.

I think I recorded the line,

grab yourself a hot chocolate or lovely cup of tea about 700 times.

But mostly because I couldn't stop laughing

that I couldn't get that line out without sounding like a sick toddler.

And even if I could, my apartment just sounded like a monkey wrench murder scene.

It's my limitations, you see, that challenged me to bring you the very best nightmare fuel for your Monday morning commute,

and I do hope that I am successful in this

endeavor. But before we begin, a little haunted housekeeping. As always, thank you, thank you

for rating the podcast on Spotify and Apple Podcasts. I'm at 2.6,000 5 stars on Spotify.

If I get to 3,000 5 stars, I'm just going to cry my eyes out.

If you rate the podcast on Spotify and tell me in the comments that you did, I will personally thank you.

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