What would you do to save someone when it felt like all hope was gone?

Could years of pain and anguish lead to extreme hauntings?

How would you move bodies in the dead of night?

Today, we test the believability of the Waverly Hills Sanatorium. Welcome to Believing the Vizzar, where we dive into the unknown and the unusual.

I tell you whether or not we find a believable.

That is right.

I hope you're having a great Tuesday.

I did something unusual just now because of something we did like five minutes ago.

I just thought about people hearing this and I normally don't do that when we record.

It's like I really try and pretend like it's just me and Charlie talking. Yeah. Well, it's easier

when it's just us in the attic. Like there's anybody watching us. Sometimes there's a cat.

Sometimes it's a black cat that freaks me out during a

Ouija board episode, but they're not here anymore. But I'm very, very aware right now that other

people are going to hear this in my head and I don't like it. Well, it's because we just looked at

the numbers and stuff and it's like, oh, that's a small town. But in good news, Charlie does have his chocolate milk, for those of you on Patreon,

that have been wondering if that's going to happen or not, he's got his chocolate milk.

One of them.

He's got one on Layaway.

I can feel it in my throat.

I think we can all hear it right now.

I know, the mucus.

Yeah.

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