Strange stories are my business and stories don't get much stranger than they do with

Halloween that eerie time of year that is

always special for those of us who love the supernatural, true crime, and horror.

This year, more than any other year I can ever remember, we all need a distraction.

So we wanted to make sure that our listeners had a creepy episode of the podcast to listen to every week in October.

We started this extra project with just two bonus

stories of Los Angeles that we didn't plan to include in the regular haunted

Hollywood season of the podcast, but we changed our minds. We're actually going to be giving you

five bonus shows this month, plus our annual Halloween show on October 30th. So be

sure to check out the podcast feed between October 27th and October 30th for some new haunting

and horrific content.

For this time, we have a weird little tale of sex, obsession, and murder that's sure to chill your blood,

and probably have you making sure the door to the attic

is locked before you go to bed tonight.

For years, Fred Osterich was convinced that his house was haunted.

It was the noises, strange noises in the attic like someone walking around.

But each time he mentioned it to his wife, Dolly, she assured him there were no such things as ghosts. The sounds were either his imagination or some overly active mice. But Fred couldn't shake the odd feelings. It was so strange he thought that the

mysterious bumps in the night had followed him in Dolly not only through four houses

in Milwaukee where Fred had run a large apron sewing company, but to three more houses in Los Angeles

where the couple had moved in 1918.

As it turned out, badly for Fred, he wasn't a very curious man. He may have grumbled about the noises and the occasional disappearing items, but he never did anything about it. He never checked the attic. If it was a ghost, well, he was just content to live with it.

Dolly, whose given name was actually Waberga, yikes, wasn't surprised.

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