Previously on Chunky Infant Ghost Stories.

We heard footsteps.

We heard people knocking, not three times, so it probably wasn't people in spirit prison trying to get over to Paradise,

but we are missionaries. Maybe that's why they were trying to contact us. This is in a

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Welcome back to chunk number three of Chunky Infant Ghost Stories.

I'm your host, Glenn Ostland, once again feeding you one small single chunk each day of this incredible, amazing, totally real ghost story

that was actually written about in LBS Living magazine and they vet their stories pretty carefully, so you know it's got to be true.

The house itself was a little creepy because it sat by itself all alone on a hill

overlooking the town and the train station, elder Ironrod's shares. It was on the outskirts of the town and it was a pretty small town as it was.

I had just come from the city of Liverpool where there were several million people so the quiet we had in Oxenhome was a little strange.

But the eerie quiet wasn't the only unusual part of Elder Iron Rod's arrival at Oxenhome

House.

I transferred in together with Elder Horndog, which I always thought was a pretty odd name,

especially for a totally moral, celibate, pure-thinking always servant of the Lord who always

wore oven mitts in the shower just to be on the safe side.

But two new missionaries, like myself and elder Horndog transferring into the same area at the same time on the same day?

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