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Now, today's grave confession.

Matthew in Montreal here to thank you for the show.

I find it very inspiring, finding correlations between stories and complete differences,

but all under the, under the flavor of

what the heck just happened, the unexplained, the mysterious, I love it, it's fascinating to me.

So maybe we'll never understand it in our lifetimes, ever on this plane of existence, but it doesn't

mean it's not fascinating in that we should not try,

at least, to understand a fraction of it. So thank you for that. Your show is fantastic. I don't

listen to any other podcasts on the subject, and yours fulfills all my needs of stories about those

things. So my story starts when I was five years old. I'm 38 now. I had a younger sister and a

younger brother, so I was the eldest, and we'm 38 now. I had a younger sister and a younger brother.

So I was the eldest and we moved into our first house after living for years in apartments.

So finally we would have all the space that we needed. So it was great relief, great expectations,

great fun ahead for all of us. On the first day of moving, I made my first friend, so it looked like

it was going to be amazing. But in about two weeks, you know, about two weeks after we moved in,

something happened. So every night, I had the habit of going down the stairs, because my bedroom

that I shared with my little brother was on the second floor.

There was a staircase that was closed off from the rest of the house with a small door,

I mean, with a door with a small window.

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