Hello, I'm Johanna, I produce the episode you're about to hear.

Happy Halloween week.

So yesterday our usual host Dylan Thurus spoke with writer Jamie Loftus about this town

in Florida.

That's one of the last relics of a Victorian era religion called spiritualism.

And today we're going to a graveyard and we'll see a different side of spiritualism.

We don't need to listen to yesterday's episode for this one to make sense, but it'll definitely

give you another perspective.

So I recommend it.

All right, here we go.

It's Halloween night, 1936.

Three hundred people gather on the roof of the Nicarbocker hotel in Los Angeles.

In the center, a man and a woman sit in two high-backed chairs on a table between them,

a trumpet, a tambourine, and sitting on top of a silk pillow, a pair of handcuffs.

They're here for a seance.

Oh, thou disembodied spirits, we greet thee, and now this is a night of night.

The world is listening, Harry, your world, your audience, Harry.

We are all seekers after truth.

Please manifest yourself by speaking through the trumpet, lift it, lift it, speak for

which speak, speak, Harry.

We are watching and waiting, Harry.

This mysterious Harry isn't just any Harry.

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