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 26th episode. I cannot believe that I am actually on my way to 30 episodes. I had no idea if anyone anywhere would be interested in this little niche of mine. But indeed, there are some folks who enjoyed as much as I do, and that is so nice. Before we begin, I just want to ask,

how are you doing? How are you feeling? Things are really thinking lately, aren't they? If you agree, I want you to take a second with me to honor that everything you're going through right now, if it's a lot, it should be.

Not just because of the wars and the fires and the climate change and the corruption and the emboldening

of the very worst possible people to take the helm at this time in history.

Not just because we had a full moon and Capricorn that sucked the life out of every single one of us.

We all have a lot going on.

So I would love to take just one lovely deep breath with you.

Nice and deep, as if the breath energy were just coming in through the heart, in, up, and out.

There we are. I do that about 50 times a day to keep my marbles from spilling out.

I'm still insane, but like in a more alkaline kind of way, when I take a moment to just do one of those deep heart breaths.

Thank you for sharing that moment with me.

Okay, today, dear listener, I have some truly, I mean truly terrible things to tell you

that I cannot wait to tell you that will hopefully give you some respite from the rest of the

difficulties and stresses that we're all dealing with, for I will be discussing the grisly history

of the graveyard that is London,

and the subterranean train system built in the Victorian era within and around the final resting places

of literally millions of tightly packed Londoners. I also have for you a personal ghost story that I have been waiting for the right

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