The Oh, Hello and I have three spooky stories for you today and the last story comes from July the 9th

2023 and story number one comes from anonymous.

I am a clinical mental health counselor and one of the things I've learned to my

practice is that aside from our verbal communication and body language,

there are other ways we communicate. It's like that feeling when you walk into a room and you can tell

there has recently been an argument. You don't know how, but it's like a blanket of

discomfort has fallen over the room. I've always put it into the empathy category or a form of

transference, being able to feel someone else's emotions in order to understand

and empathise with them, something that therapists often feel acutely. My mother-in-law

though believes that often experiences or strong emotions can become attached to a place or an object.

I've always thought this is a curious perspective.

However, when talking to any member of my husband's family, I can begin to understand why they would feel that way.

My husband's parents live up a little road that winds into the hills in a remote part of the

Western United States. When we were first married I always remember getting a little

spooked every time we would drive up that road. Later on I would find out that the

rural piece of land had quite a sordid history, including a couple of meth labs hidden in the

hills, a small cabin where a woman had been murdered and a peeping Tom who frequently hid in those hills

after getting chased by the local police for peeping on young girls in the neighborhood at the base of the hill.

Aside from all of this, the house itself has a lot of stories lingering there.

The atmosphere is almost palpable in its eariness.

My father-in-law has always had a strong connection to Native American history.

He often carries a book in his hand about various tribes, learning about their customs,

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