Hey, true weirdos. We just wanted to take a minute and thank you so much for your support.

True Weird Stuff has won Best History Podcast in the Women and Podcasting Awards.

And we have also won a Signal Award in the paranormal category.

And that has only happened because of you, our fellow strange people.

Stick around if you want after the episode for a little bonus content and conversation.

Picture it. A moonless night, a narrow city street, not a soul to be seen. London, January

1804. The invention of the gas street lamp is still three years away. So between the fog-slicked and uneven cobblestones and the ever-present danger of lurkers, pickpockets, and cutthroats, it's a terrible idea to be out and about after dark. Still, it can't always be

helped. You're hurrying as fast as you dare, trying not to stumble. So close to home, so close.

And then suddenly, a figure right in front of you blocking your way. It has no face, no form.

It just is.

The shock of it.

The scream torn from your throat.

Your knees buckling as you realize to your horror and terror

that it wears the winding shroud of the dead.

Then in one blurred motion, it's gone.

The sound of its footsteps striking the cobblestones as it disappears into the crooked alleyway,

not ten feet from where you rock on your knees in the filthy gutter, shaking in shock and fear.

Of course, you'd heard the stories,

but you didn't believe them.

Not really.

You called it a figment

of a drunken imagination.

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