A BCC mystery. I'm Jason Horton.

I'm Rebecca Leib.

And this is Ghost Town.

I love the idea of contact or communication with the dead, but I'm not alone.

Famously, Harry Houdini was obsessed with communicating from beyond the grave.

Before he died, he told his wife best that should he ever be able to interact with a living,

he would speak to her in a code only she would understand. That way she would know,

beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it was really him Harry Houdini reaching out in the afterlife and not a scammer.

Every year until her death, she would try to connect with her late husband,

doing so at the Nickerbocker Hotel.

If you want to hear more, we did a whole episode about it. It's an incredibly fascinating place.

But these days, our yearning to connect to the dead has become kind of intertwined with our

digital selves. Today, we're going to talk about the Jack Frosé email mystery.

And I hope I'm saying his name right. I'm saying it like the drink, Frosé, F-R-O-E-S-E.

In June 2011, 32-year-old Jack Frosé of Dunmore, Pennsylvania, died suddenly of a heart

arrhythmia. Everyone, of course, friends and family were devastated. Until five months later,

when Jack's best friend of 17 years, Tim Hart, received an email from Frosé's email account

with the subject line, I'm watching. Quote,

One night in November, I was sitting on my couch, going through my emails on my phone,

and it popped up, sender, Jack Frosé. I turned ghost white when I read it, he said.

It was very quick and short, but to a point that only Jack and I could relate on.

Inside the email was the message, quote,

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