Philip Peters had owned his home in Denver, Colorado since the early 1800s, which in 1941

when our story starts was a long time.

You would think that in almost 50 years of living in a place, you would know it, like

really, really know it.

Every nook and cranny, every shadow, but sometimes when you're so familiar with something

you almost stop seeing it.

You don't need to look at every square inch of your home to know what it looks like,

so often you don't.

And because of that, you may miss things.

You may not see the dust that's accumulated on the TV.

You may miss that the water ring on your table is getting darker and darker over time.

Even though you're not taking stock of these details every day, you may still be able

to feel that something isn't right, something's just not how it used to be.

And that's what our story today is about.

It's about Philip.

Would lived in his house for almost 50 years and could feel something was off.

Something was changing, but couldn't quite see it, and ultimately it's about what was

really hidden there.

As always, listener discretion is advised.

It's that feeling when the energy and the room shifts, when the air gets sucked out of

a moment and everything starts to feel wrong.

It's the instinct between fight or flight.

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