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Hey, we are in for some good ones today. Is anyone else getting murdered by allergies right now? I keep having these random...

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It also could be because it's like a million degrees every day right now. I don't come at me. Arizona is going to come into the comments and be like, oh, actually in Arizona it's 200 degrees, which is just a little bit hotter than there, but I don't want to hear it.

Listen, I don't want to hear it. Let me be hot. I had this weird sort of realization this morning. I don't know if it's healthy, but I was just kind of anxious and in my head about whatever. Nothing really.

But we all have these comfort people. You know, like the friend or whoever that you can just call when you need to just feel like, okay, life is real. We are humans, everything's okay.

And honestly, I was like, you know what? All I really walk right now, I don't want to call anyone. I just want to sit down and record. I want to talk to the Colt right now. I have this comfort ability with us now where it's like a weekly phone call.

It's just a check in, but only I talk. I know you're there. So thanks for being there, but I'll save the rest for my therapist, okay.

I'm really excited. I just want to get right into it because I got an email from someone who I just adore and I'm going to read that first. And now hello, Spencer. As you know, I'm an old friend of your beloved mama and a huge fan of you and your podcast.

I was recently visiting my mom and came across some articles she had kept that are from the town in which she grew up. Since I know you like all things graveyard, I thought you might enjoy the following. And before I get into this, Gene is amazing. She texts me when her and her husband and when they're driving and they like listen to the podcast. And I'm just like, I love that you're listening.

So it goes on to say in Talbot County, Maryland, lies the ruins of the white marsh church with its moss-grown graves surrounding as there is no marsh near Talbot County being strangely free from even sea marshes.

It is not known why it was called the white marsh church, but such is the name handed down of this ancient church. A strange story is told.

It was the year 1711 and the Reverend Mr. Maynardir was the rector of white marsh church. The rector was an old brick mansion on a farm, a mile distant from the church.

The story is that the rector's wife died and her last wish was that she be buried with a valuable family ring upon her finger. It was customary in those days to bury a body without removing the jewelry that they had worn in life.

What if the jewelry sucked that what if it was like a Mickey Mouse watch? And then you're just like, I don't know, they just bury you with that.

Two strangers who had attended the funeral observed this valuable ring and were determined to secure it that night.

Uh oh. So they went to the old church yard digging into the grave, they removed the coffin, broke it open, and attempted to take the ring off the woman's finger.

It would not come off, so a knife was used to sever the joint, holy shit. This was the means along with the restoration to fresh cool air that revived the woman, who not being dead suddenly uttered a cry and sat up in the coffin.

What? Tradition does not say what became of those two grave ghouls, but it is hoped that the fright they received turned them from their evil ways.

As for Mrs. Manadeer, she realized the situation and though alarmed and ill was possessed of great nerve, she drew her shroud about her form and started upon her homeward way.

What must have been her feelings as she trudged through the night to the home she had been taken from in a coffin just a few hours earlier.

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