Mutual Munchies & Other Mayhem: Pandas, Portals, and the Kentucky Meat Shower

Show Notes

Welcome back to Shadow Chat Sessions, the show that digs into the bizarre, the unbelievable, and the downright stupid hiding in the shadows of the internet and history books alike.

This episode brings an all-you-can-eat buffet of chaos, starting with the story that had the zoo world buzzing — “Man Bitten by Panda at Zoo, Bites Panda Back in Rare Case of Mutual Munchies.” From there, we dive headfirst into one of rock’s strangest rumors in “Paul Is Dead”, crawl through the Paris Catacombs’ rumored portal to hell, and scroll into stupidity with The Selfie Burglar – Ashley Keast, Dennis Hawkins the “Bank Robber Barbie,” and Shop with a Cop… and a Crook.

Then it’s on to the Dog-Headed Humanoids of Pennsylvania, a historical WTF double feature with The Kentucky Meat Shower (1876) and The Boston Molasses Flood (1919), and finally the tales that keep internet legends alive — Gef the Talking Mongoose and The Watcher of Westfield, New Jersey.

Each segment mixes sarcasm, skepticism, and a healthy dose of “what the hell did I just hear?” energy — proving once again that stupidity, strangeness, and the supernatural are alive and well in small towns and big cities alike.

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What is Dark Dialogue: Shadow Chat Sessions?

Shadow Chat Sessions is the off-the-record side of the Dark Dialogue network—where weird headlines, conspiracies, paranormal stories, and truly ridiculous criminals collide.

Hosted by John and Angela, each episode dives into strange news, internet rabbit holes, cryptids, hauntings, and the kind of criminal behavior that makes no sense at all—delivered with sarcastic commentary and zero restraint.

From bizarre real-world stories to eerie legends and unexplained mysteries, Shadow Chat Sessions explores the corners of the world that are too strange to ignore.

If you’re here for dark humor, absurdity, and the occasional conspiracy spiral, this is where things go off the rails.

John: Okay, and welcome to another episode
of Dark Dialogue Shadow Chat Sessions.

I am your host, John,

Angela: honor, and laughing.

Angela, I was sitting over here all tense.

I was like, you gotta do something funny.

Gonna do it.

John: So this is the, obviously the.

Show where we talk about strange shit.

Dumb, dumb shit, weird shit.

All the shits.

And we just kinda let our hair down
if we have hair, for those of us

that don't, we let our goatees down
and just kinda have fun with it all

and not worry about a whole lot.

So Angela, how's it going tonight?

Angela: It's going well.

It's going well.

How are you?

John: I'm great.

Yeah, I'm really good.

Absolutely.

No complaints on my side.

So we ready?

We haven't done one of
these for a while, so.

Yeah.

Are you ready to jump into this?

I

Angela: am, absolutely.

A hundred percent.

John: Okay, perfect.

Well, as always, in case you forgot,

Angela: I'm loving the cheesy DJ work,

John: we start with the
strange headline segment.

Angela: Bring it on.

John: Strange headline is Man bitten
by Panda at Zoo Bites Panda back.

In rare case of mutual munchies,

Angela: it's only fair.

John: So in one of the strangest zoo
incidents on record, a man in China

was bitten by a panda during a close
encounter and bit the panda back.

This rare case of a mutual
munchies left everyone confused

and the internet howling.

According to reports, the incident
happened at the Beijing Zoo, the

man, a tourist allegedly climbed
into the pan, the panda enclosure

to play with the animal, the panda.

A male named Gogo, understandably
reacted by biting his visitor on the leg.

In panic or a strange flex, the man bit
the panda back on the arm later, telling

police that he didn't want to lose zoo
staff quickly separated them, and both

survived though the man was hospitalized
and the panda was probably just annoyed.

This wasn't even Gogo's
first bite in the incident.

The Panda had previously bitten
two other trespassers in separate

events, cementing his reputation as
the Mike Tyson of the Bamboo eaters.

My take, this guy climbed into
a pandas house, got chopped

and said, I'm gonna chomp back.

That's not courage.

That's chaotic.

Natural energy.

Pandas.

Eat bamboo, bro, not tourists.

And if the pandas sues,
I hope to hell he wins.

So should biting back be considered
self-defense or just a stupid escalation?

Angela: Stupid escalation.

He climbed in and dude was defending.

It was Castle Doctrine.

John: It was absolutely Castle Doctrine.

And let me just go on record.

If you climb into an enclosure at
a zoo, you deserve to be bitty.

Yes, a hundred percent

Angela: falling in is different.

Climbing in bad,

John: totally bad.

And by the way, that
was an actual picture.

That's Gogo the panda and this nut
bar that freaking climbed in there.

So

Angela: think the Panda should
have been the guy named Google.

John: Yeah, you might, you might
be onto something there actually.

So why do people think that Pandas are
just cuddly, black and white Labradors?

Angela: I mean, they don't look cuddly.

John: They're not cuddly,

Angela: but they look,
it looks so you see,

John: I guess so.

But these are the same
idiots that try to, I'm not

Angela: climbing in

John: pet, the Buffalo
and Yellowstone Park, so

Angela: they don't look as
cuddly as a fan of them,

John: maybe.

I don't know.

So what's the wildest animal that you
dare to bite back if it bit you first?

I have bit dogs back.

I definitely have, yes.

Okay.

Alright, so you're ready
for the conspiracy corner?

Yes.

Okay, so

Paul is dead.

Angela: Did you hear,
sorry, I'm gonna interrupt.

Why are people saying Ohio doesn't exist?

John: I have no idea.

Angela: Okay.

Anyway, go ahead.

John: So one of the one of rock's
most enduring conspiracy theories

claims that Paul McCartney died in
1966 and was replaced by a double.

Fans believed that the Beatles
left cryptic clues in their songs.

And Alba Art sparking decades of
speculation, the Paul is Dead Theory

exploded in 1969 when a Detroit DJ
aired a rumor that McCartney had been

killed in a car crash and replaced
with a lookalike named William Camp.

William Campbell.

Listeners began combing
Beatles albums for evidence.

They pointed to the Abbey Road
cover where Paul walks barefoot

out of the step with the other
Beatle out of step with the other.

Beatles interpreted as a
funeral procession and.

To the back cover of Sergeant Pepper,
where Paul faces away from the camera

lyrics like the walrus was Paul and
backward masked messages were said to be

confessions despite endless debunking.

And Paul himself joking about it saying.

I'm alive and well.

The theory persists mutating into
new forms on Reddit and YouTube.

Some believe the Rick,
the lookalikes real name.

Some insist his voice changed and others
claim that he dropped hints in interviews.

My take, this is the OG Celebrity
Clone Conspiracy before Avril Levine,

Britney Spears and TikTok Body Doubles.

It's basically 1960s Reddit.

A bunch of people reading
too much into album art.

Instead of working if Paul
was replaced, his double wrote

some of the best music ever.

So honestly, I'm fine with it.

Angela: Exactly.

Who cares?

John: So if your favorite celebrity
died and was replaced, would you

want to know or just enjoy the music?

Angela: Just enjoy the music.

John: Yeah, just wanna know.

I mean, it would be so freaking
difficult to replace a musician,

like, no, like that, you know, I mean.

You know, every guitarist, every
bassist, every drummer has a very

unique style that people, if they're
famous, try to mimic and try to mimic.

But if I hear James
Hetfield playing guitar.

I know it's James Feld, right?

Like there is no doubt Tony
omi, same freaking thing.

I mean, I could go on and on and
yeah, you can learn to play their

music and you can learn to imitate
it really well, but it's different.

Angela: There's,

John: it's different.

I mean,

Angela: yeah.

Even if you play

John: it like quote unquote, flawlessly.

Yeah.

You can tell the difference.

I don't care.

And maybe it's just a, as a guitarist,
you can, you can hear it, but there's

no possible way that you could
pull some shit like that off I, no.

Possible way.

Right.

And vocalists are exactly the same way.

Maybe the one exception is the
Filipino kid that took over as

lead singer of journey 'cause Wow.

Oh, that's freaking impressive.

Angela: But you still can tell is not.

John: Absolutely a hundred percent.

Yeah.

So why do so many conspiracy
theories hinge on hidden clues in

album covers and shit like that?

Angela: Because everybody
likes to be Sherlock Holmes.

Everybody likes to be the
one that broke the case.

John: And you know what's funny
about this whole thing is it

persisted, but alvamar disappeared.

And that's a real tragedy, right?

A real freaking tragedy.

Because I can remember as a kid just going
over the freaking album, Martin, and a lot

of the times they would hide shit in album
art and you would like look through them

Angela: not, but

John: no, just like hidden
little things, you know?

Angela: Yeah.

Yeah.

John: And then you would get,
a lot of the times the album

would have the lyrics in it.

And this was before the internet, so
you can actually figure out what they

were saying, that it's dirty deeds
done dirt cheap and not dirty deeds.

Dunder cheese, like a friend
of mine thought it was So

Angela: there's not a
bathroom on the right.

Yeah.

John: Yes.

So should replacement Paul have
started a sideand called Foe Beetles.

Angela: Yes,

John: I agree.

Angela: Damnit, why are we
leaving money on the table?

John: You know what, the funniest
thing about this is, if the Beatles

were gonna replace somebody,
wouldn't it have been linen?

I'm just, I'm just saying it would've,
that one would've been logical, right?

But no, they pick a guy that didn't
die and say he did die, instead of

just saying, yeah, I don't know.

Yeah.

Okay.

You ready for the Reddit Rabbit Hole

Angela: afternoon there?

John: Paris Catacombs portal.

Oh, the Reddit user.

A Reddit user claims to be on a mission
to seal a mysterious portal in the Paris

Catacombs warning of interdimensional
creatures poised to escape their obsessive

posts blend, urgent calls to action with a
surreal narrative of underground warfare.

The saga began on.

Our urban ex exploration where users
shared grainy photos of a sealed off

chamber deep in the Paris catacombs.

They claimed that they had discovered
active, an active portal emitting low

frequency sounds and strange air currents.

Soon the post moved to our conspiracy and
our high strangeness with increasingly

frantic updates about quote creatures
pushing at the wall and quote, ritual

seals weakening other redditors.

Alternated between mocking the
op, encouraging the delusion,

and begging for live streams.

Some users tried to fact check the
coordinates, but the catacombs are

so sprawling and so dangerous that
verifying anything was nearly impossible.

The thread has become a rabbit,
rabbit hole, Reddit rabbit hole of

maps, alleged signals and theories
about secret French government

task forces monitoring the portal.

My take, this is peak.

Reddit.

Someone finds a hole, declares it to
be a portal to hell, and suddenly we're

in season three of stranger things.

The only monsters in the catacombs
are mold and unpaid tour guides.

But sure, keep sealing
your imaginary gate hero.

Angela: It's the upside down.

John: It's the upside down.

I mean, as if the catacombs in
Paris were not creepy enough.

Exactly.

Being lined with human
skulls and shit like that.

Really?

That's, yeah.

That's creepy enough.

Angela: That is creepy enough.

And some people may hate me, but
that's the only reason I go to Paris.

John: Yeah, me too.

Honestly, I don't have a
lot of love for France.

I gotta tell you.

Angela: They're for the culture
and the other things that

everybody goes Paris for as.

Maybe the key chain bridge, but that's it.

John: The whaty what?

Angela: Just like isn't there
a lock pit bridge in there?

Or is that not?

Am I in the wrong?

John: Uh oh, maybe.

I think I know what you're talking about.

Yeah, just go to Loveland.

They have a big heart.

You can do the same
thing on it's way closer.

You don't have to go to France, get a

Angela: passport or fly.

John: So would you rather explore the
Paris catacombs or the back rooms?

Angela: The categories.

John: Me too.

A hundred percent.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, it is kind of on my bucket list.

I really want to see it.

I, I absolutely love history and to be
honest, there's a lot of freaking cool

castles and shit like that in France.

It's a very, very, very old country
with, you know, a lot of history there.

So if it wasn't filled with French
people, sorry, no offense, but.

If it wasn't filled with French people,
it would be a lot more inviting to me.

So it's kinda like vertical limit.

Have you seen the movie Vertical Limit?

Angela: Oh, might I get in trouble again?

John: Yeah, you should get in trouble
'cause it's a damn good movie.

But anyway, the dude in there says,
talking about this woman and he says

she's French Canadian some days.

She's Canadian.

She's quite pleasant today.

She's obviously French.

Angela: Hello dog.

John: So why do portal stories
always involve underground spaces?

Bates basements, tunnels, catacombs.

Angela: Fair?

John: Yeah.

See

Angela: I do not,

John: the one that doesn't
is the Stanley Hotel.

Oh, true.

They could potentially
be onto something there.

I don't know, but

Angela: Well, they think the cosmos
are portals and those aren't.

John: What's that?

I don't even know what that is.

Angela: Have you never been to
the cosmos in something Dakota?

John: Maybe like

Angela: water up.

John: Oh, that weird ass place.

Yeah, I think I was when I was a kid,
but I, I know what you're talking about.

Yeah.

So what's the best way to tell if
you're mysterious hole is actually a

supernatural threat or just bad plumbing?

Angela: Paul, over

John: I, I would say so.

Yeah.

Okay.

Are we ready for our dip shit's?

Diaries

dip shit.

Diaries dip shit.

Diary number one, the selfie burglar.

Ashley Keats.

Rotherham England Burg Burglar.

Ashley Keast couldn't resist
taking a selfie inside the

very house that he was robbing.

Unfortunately, the photo automatically
sent itself to the victim's work

colleagues outing him instantly.

So Keast broke into a home in 2014
and stole jewelry, electronics, and a

luxury Rolex Wash Watch worth 4,000.

The funny little lha thing, what
the hell do they use in England now?

Pound.

Are they back to pounds?

I don't know.

Back to pounds in Sterling.

'cause they were Euros, but they left.

I don't, so I didn't know if they went
back to like the pound, the British

pound, or if it was something else.

Angela: The only thing I've
heard recently, somebody tell us.

John: So 4,000

Angela: and tell

John: us 4,000 British pounds we'll say.

So while rummaging, he popped a
stolen sim card into his own phone

and took a triumphant selfie.

The photo didn't just stay on his phone.

It sent itself through WhatsApp,
landing right in the inboxes

of the victim's coworkers.

They contacted the police who
arrested Keast at his home.

Shortly afterward, officers found
the Rolex hidden behind a radiator

along with other stolen goods.

He pled guilty and was sentenced to
two years and eight months in prison.

The judge might as well have
charged him with criminal idiocy.

I idiocy in the first degree.

My take.

You know that you're bad at crime
when your victim's coworkers

see your selfie before your own,
before you're even done burglary.

Imagine explaining that in prison.

Yeah.

I got busted by WhatsApp, mark
Zuckerberg basically snitched me out.

Angela: Damn it, mark.

And they'll never look
behind the radiator.

John: Never.

So should phones come with a warning label
that says may ruin your burglary career?

Angela: Yes.

John: I mean, I don't, uh,
there's, there's no words.

Is the real crime here arrogance
or just bad dad Data plans.

Angela: Hmm.

Oh,

John: I think it's just being an idiot.

No,

Angela: actually, yeah, being an idiot.

But a bad data play, that's not
the crime, that's the punishment.

John: You might be onto something.

So would you rather be caught on
CCTV or by your own selfie, CCTV

100% without a freaking doubt.

Okay, next up we have Dennis
Hawkins Bank, robber Barbie.

Angela: Oh, I didn't have that one

John: in Ohio.

Dennis Hawkins robbed a bank while
dressed as a woman complete with wig,

fake breasts and bright pink nail polish.

Yes, his disguised didn't last long.

Once police found his own
ID in the getaway car.

Oh man.

Hawkins entered the bank in 2010,
dressed in drag and wielding a toy gun.

He got away with some money,
but in his stolen vehicle, he

left behind his driver's license
and other personal belongings.

Police tracked him down at a nearby fast
food restaurant where he was still wearing

the disguise and ordering chicken nuggets.

He confessed immediately and later
admitted the costume was supposed

to quote, throw people off.

It didn't my take Dennis Hawkins
proving that a makeover can't

cover up a lack of planning.

He didn't just leave clues.

He gift wrapped his Id like it was
a thank you card to the police.

Honestly, the Pink Nails had more
commitment to the role than his brain did.

So would you be more distracted by
the fake gun or the hot pink manicure?

Angela: Probably the
hot pink man is there.

John: Probably so.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Angela: That was the real picture.

It's the goatee or the

John: mustache?

It's the mustache and goatee and
they, yes, it is the real picture.

That is, yeah.

He makes a pretty convincing woman
with facial hair, doesn't he?

So what's the worst disguise that
you've ever seen outside of Halloween?

Angela: Now we have to go back to
those people who drew on their face

John: a hundred percent.

That's where I was going.

That's gonna be a tough one to top man.

You dry your mask on with a Sharpie.

Yeah.

That's gonna be hard to top.

I'm

Angela: doing for help

John: drying your mask on with a Sharpie

Angela: Uhhuh.

John: Good.

I'll be laughing at you till Thanksgiving.

If that's the case,

Angela: that's

John: what I'm here for because that's
where it's still gonna be at Thanksgiving.

What

Angela: I am here for.

John: So is it still identity theft if
you literally hand police your identity?

Angela: Yes.

John: I mean, oh, these are fun.

This, this one is really good.

Number three, shop with a cop and a crook.

Angela: Yes.

John: In Oh no.

In Virginia, a man attempted to
shoplift from Walmart during the

annual shop with a cop holiday event
when the store was absolutely packed

with police officers in December 20.

In the December, 2024 event
was meant to bring cheer cops,

helping kids pick out gifts.

Instead, it brought comedy when Hector d.

Valid, valid quest.

Decided to tuck stolen merchandise
under his clothes and try to slip

out unnoticed the overwhelming
presence of law enforcement.

Didn't.

Didn't deter 30-year-old, 3-year-old
Hector from trying to make off with

nearly $1,400 worth of merchandise.

According to police.

Unfortunately for him, the store
was wall to wall with uniformed

officers who spotted him Instantly,
he was stopped cuffed and processed

on the spot while families and
children looked on his arrest.

May have been the fastest
turnaround time in Walmart history.

My take this guy basically speed ran.

Basically speed ran, getting arrested.

Imagine being surrounded by 50 cops
thinking, nah, I'm built different.

Mm-hmm.

He didn't just pick the wrong time,
he picked the wrong holiday special.

Santa brings toys.

Walmart brought handcuffs.

I mean, gives you, it's not like.

It's not like it's a mystery when
one of these events is going on.

It freaking takes over the whole store.

You walk in and there's
freaking cops everywhere

Angela: you come with all
their distracted by the kids.

I,

John: I don't, I don't think
he was thinking at all.

He's

Angela: like, no one will know.

Uh,

John: so what's worse jail time
or kids pointing and laughing

while you're being cuffed?

Angela: Kids, kids pointing and laughing.

I think so

John: too.

And you know, they were, oh yeah.

You know, that they were, and they'd
probably, a bunch of 'em had cell

phones out videoing the thing.

And yeah,

Angela: one or two might have been scared,
but the rest of 'em probably mocking him.

Relentless.

John: Yep.

So should shop with a cop double his
live entertainment for the public.

Angela: I think so.

You should see the body cam footage.

John: I a hundred percent agree.

Angela: I am so addicted to watching body
cam footage videos and I want to see this.

John: Yeah, there's some
really good ones out there.

So if you were this guy, would you
ever show your face at Walmart again?

Angela: Well, I'm a. I doubt they'll
allow him to, but no, I would not,

John: I don't think I'd ever
show my face in public again

if I was this freaking stupid.

Just,

Angela: just move to a different,

John: to Antarctica.

Angela: Yeah.

There you go.

Or go live with Oo and let him,
you know, you can bite each other.

John: Right.

Okay.

So you ready for our weird shit section?

Angela: It gets weirder.

John: It gets weirder.

Angela: Settled in.

John: Weird shit.

Weird shit.

Number one, crypted edition.

Doghead Humanoids In Pennsylvania,
in rural Pennsylvania, multiple

early morning eyewitnesses reported
seeing two pale gray humanoid

figures sprinting across the field.

Their most disturbing feature.

Dog-like hits the accounts,
describe the creatures as lean,

hunched, and almost hairless with
elongated faces resembling canines.

Locals said that the figures moved
unnaturally fast, vanishing into the tree

line before anyone could investigate.

What makes this unsettling is the
consistency of the description.

Witnesses from separate farms
reported the same pale gray coloring,

same height, about six feet tall.

In the same bone chilling dog snouts.

While skeptics point to misidentified
coyotes, or even pranksters in masks,

locals remain reluctant to discuss the
encounter in small town Pennsylvania.

The phrase Doghead man is
whispered, not shouted.

The case sits in the hazy middle
ground of folklore and fear.

Might take two doghead, two doghead
dudes booking it through a field.

That's not cryptozoology,
that's greyhound.

Cosplay gone wrong.

If I saw one, I'd stop jogging forever.

Imagine explaining to
your insurance company.

Yeah.

Uh, weird looking Beagle traumatized me.

Angela: I was just about
to ask for, for eat.

Was it?

John: So what is scarier?

Doghead.

Humanoids or one chihuahua
that won't stop barking.

Angela: I have two chihuahuas
that won't stop barking.

I'm gonna choose Chihuahua.

John: Yeah, I would take Chihuahua too.

I hate them dogs,

Angela: Mr. Turkey.

John: They are the devil.

Angela: You could only half hate
my dogs because they're only half

John: any Chihuahua.

I don't care if they're
one 32nd Chihuahua.

So

Angela: there's three other
dogs in the house you'd like,

John: they're not Jamal.

Why do Cryptids always look like animals?

Mixed with unfinished sims characters.

Angela: Frankenstein signs, experiments.

John: Yeah, I mean, I don't know
what to think about this shit.

It's strange for sure.

I've

Angela: heard of this one.

John: No, I hadn't, neither.

So would you chase after it for
proof or no doubt immediately?

I know the answer to this.

Angela: I want the proof, but not alone.

John: Nope.

I knew you wouldn't.

Angela: No.

Take it with, take somebody with me.

But I wanna know.

John: I would definitely chase after it.

Definitely.

All right.

Weird shit.

Number two, the historical
WTF, the Kentucky Meat shower

in what?

In March of 1876, Olympia Springs,
Kentucky experienced a bizarre storm.

Chunks of raw meat fell from the sky,
covering an entire field in slimy flesh.

Witnesses described strips of
strips and flakes of bloody

meat, the size of playing cards.

Raining down samples were collected
and sent for analysis, though no

one agreed on what the meat was.

Beef, mutton, venison, or even human.

The most widely accepted
explanation came later.

A flock of vultures, reg regurgitated
their mills mid-flight, causing a

grotesque downpour of half digested flesh.

Oh, locals, however, interpreted
it as everything from a

divine warning to a miracle.

Some even fired up the sky meat
to see some even fried up the sky.

Neat to see what it tasted like.

Reports say that it was chewy, very chewy.

Might take Kentucky, where sometimes the
chicken doesn't fall fried, it falls raw.

This is the only weather forecast worse
than cloudy with a chance of meatballs,

and to the locals who tasted it.

Y'all are built differently.

Angela: I have issues.

John: Would you dare to
eat mystery sky meat?

Do you have to ask

Angela: me that

John: question?

Yeah.

I mean, neither.

Angela: I won't eat anything 10
minutes after the sell by date.

John: I, wow.

It's

Angela: not happening.

Not happening.

John: You know, I mean, it's, oh my God.

It's interesting and it's fascinating,
but when they got to the eating

part, I was like, okay, fuck you.

What too much.

Fuck you too much.

So what's worse?

Raining frogs, raining
blood or raining beef jerky?

Angela: Um, I was, I'm
gonna go with blood.

John: I think I'd have to go with meat.

Yeah.

Raw meat from this guy.

That's pretty freaking nasty.

Angela: Well, at first when you
started reading it, I was thinking

something ran into a play.

John: It was in 1876.

Angela: No.

John: 19.

Don't you know,

I don't think it ran
into a plane just saying

Angela: futuristic.

John: Yeah, very.

Angela: Oh,

John: should vultures issue
weather alerts before vomiting

and, yeah, on entire counties.

Yeah.

Angela: It be in writing.

It needs to be approved.

John: I have a really hard time.

I have a really hard time
with that explanation.

I mean,

Angela: yeah,

John: you know, I have
seen a lot of vultures.

I've never seen them in huge,
huge flocks like geese and stuff.

I've seen several flying together, but
I've never seen enough that if they all

puked, it would cover an entire field.

So I have a hard time
with that explanation.

I gotta say, it's gotta
be something different.

Angela: I'm gonna tell you, if
this happens in Wyoming, I'm

a hundred percent agoraphobic.

After that, I'm just
never leaving my house.

John: I might be with
you on that one, man.

This would be a tough one to get over.

Angela: We have to record from inside my,

John: yeah.

Okay.

Weird shit.

Number three, the Boston
molasses flood of 1919.

In 1919, a giant storage tank ruptured in
Boston, releasing a sticky tidal wave of

2.5 million gallons of molasses destroying
buildings and killing 21 people.

The 50 foot tall steel tank burst
with explosive force unleashing

a 25 foot high wall of molasses.

Traveling at 35 miles an hour
through the north end, entire

buildings were flattened.

Horses drowned in syrup, and
debris was carried for blocks.

The disaster left 21 dead 150 injured and
caused millions of dollars in damages.

Cleanup took months and the
neighborhood smelled like

molasses for decades afterwards.

Reports claim you could still catch
the scent on a hot summer day in

the 1960s, the tragedy became a
strange mix of horror and absurdity

forever remembered as one of the.

Oddest industrial accidents
in American history.

My take.

Imagine surviving a world war only
to be steamrolled by pancake topping.

Boston had the first true sticky
situation and we're still making syrup,

jokes about it a hundred years later.

That's not history.

That's karma with a sweet tooth.

Angela: Are.

John: Yeah.

Have you heard of this before?

I have

Angela: not.

John: Yeah.

I've

Angela: been horrified.

I'm sad that I'm mortified more
for the horses than the humans.

Why is that happening to me all the time?

John: I don't know.

I mean, I, have you been
around molasses much?

Not a lot.

So molasses you use a lot and
like livestock feed and stuff, so

I've been around molasses quite
a bit and it is such a thanks.

Sticky.

I cannot imagine the mess.

I brown sugar.

I can't even, I can't even
imagine cleaning this.

How, I don't even know how
you'd, where you'd start.

You just burn it down, I guess something.

So should Boston add world stickiest
City to its tourism brochures?

Oh, I think so too.

Earned it.

So what's the most cursed way
that you could sweeten your

coffee with this story in mind?

Angela: I don't know, but I
would use molasses in coffee, but

John: I don't know.

I don't sweeten my coffee,
so I definitely wouldn't.

But molasses is pretty tasty.

Yeah.

All right.

You ready for weird shit number four?

Okay.

Jeff, the talking mongoose in that.

In the 1930s, a family on the
aisle of man claimed their

farmhouse was haunted by Jeff.

A talking invisible mongoose
who insulted people, recited

poetry, and revealed secrets.

Angela: It was me.

It wasn't Jeff.

John: It was you.

Angela: It was me.

Insult

John: in the 1930s.

Yeah.

You're looking pretty good for your age.

I gotta say,

Angela: it's about time.

Someone said something.

John: The Irving family swore that their
home was plagued by Jeff sometimes heard

as disembodied chatter, sometimes glimpsed
as a small animal darting in the shadows.

He allegedly called himself a
quote, extra clever mongoose.

Born in India in 1852.

Jeff would relay gossip about neighbors,
torment the family with rude jokes,

and occasionally predict future events.

Paranormal investigators came to
study the case leaving baffled.

Was Jeff a hoax, a poltergeist,
or a very strange mass delusion?

To this day, Jeff remains one of the
oldest cases in paranormal history.

Not terrifying, but deeply weird.

And I met oddest, not oldest.

So my take, forget demons and ghosts.

These people got haunted by
a standup comic mongoose.

Imagine your Poltergeist
isn't slamming doors.

It's roasting your haircut.

Yeah.

Jeff wasn't supernatural.

He was just the world's
first heckler ghost.

Angela: I'm telling your secrets

John: right.

So, which is worst?

A ghost that scares you
or one that roasts you?

Yeah, I, I mean, this is
a weird freaking story.

I, I don't even know what to say.

Angela: Your ghost is making fun of you

John: if your ghost is a mongoose,

Angela: right?

Sure.

And Jeff,

John: so if Jeff really was a
mongoose, does that make him

the first Crypted podcaster?

Yes.

I love it.

So need him for the museum.

I agree.

Would you rather live with
Jeff or move out immediately?

Angela: Live with Jeff?

John: I probably would live
with Jeff too, honestly.

Yeah.

Angela: Yeah.

Tell me stories.

John: Right.

Okay.

Weird shit.

Number five, modern mystery.

The watcher of Westfield, New Jersey.

Angela: The house.

Yes, I know this one.

John: A New Jersey family bought
their dream home only to receive

terrifying letters from someone
calling themselves the watcher.

Shortly after moving into the
house in 2014, the broadest family

began receiving anonymous letters.

The writer claimed to be tasked with
watching the home for decades, obsessively

mentioning the children, the house's
secrets, and a coming second coming.

The tone grew more threatening,
and the family became so frightened

they never fully moved in.

Despite extensive police investigations
and even Netflix, dramatizations the

Watcher's, identity remains a mystery.

Some theories point to neighbors,
others to real estate grudges, but no

one has ever been caught to this day.

The case stands as one of
suburbia, strangest, unsolved

stalker mysteries might take.

Buying a house in New Jersey is already
a horror story at a stalker calling

themselves the watcher, and you've
got discount Stephen King fanatic.

Forget lawn gnomes.

I'd burn the place to the ground.

So you know this story?

Yeah.

And what are your thoughts?

It's

Angela: creepy as shit.

John: It's creepy as shit.

Angela: And dedication because years.

John: Yeah.

So would you still move in if
the mortgage was dirt cheap?

Nope.

Yeah.

This one, I gotta say this
is he knew where, what

Angela: rooms the kids were in.

John: This brings up like Major
Danny Laplant kind of vibes, right?

Like somebody in the walls,
like no, I mean, I don't know

about the paranormal aspect.

This gives me like creepy stalker vibes.

Angela: You know what
rooms the kids were in?

He kept calling him new blood.

John: Nope.

Yuck.

Nope.

So what's scarier?

A stalker who hides outside your house
or one who hides in your mailbox.

Angela: Hmm.

Probably the mailbox.

'cause they never see him.

John: Yeah.

I mean, yeah.

I don't know this, this
freaking story creeps me.

No thanks.

Creepy.

Angela: Yeah.

John: So if you were the
watcher, what pity things would

you rate to freak people out?

Angela: Tough.

Change your smoke alarm, batteries.

John: Yeah, I mean, I think that
the dude probably covered the

creepy better than I possibly could.

Mm-hmm.

Because it is creepy.

So,

Angela: yeah.

John: But with that we
have the black screen.

The black screen, which means that's
all I put together for us tonight.

So do you have anything to add?

No.

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