Hold hands, close your eyes. It's half past midnight, and you're listening to the ghost

guys. Welcome to the ghost story, guys. I'm Brennan Store, and this is the show where we talk

about spooks, spectres, and all the other things watching us from the shadows beyond the campfire.

Some conversations only make sense after the sun has set, and this is most definitely one.

Thanks for tuning in, this is episode number 167, and we're coming from that tiny mountain cabin

you dream about, but can never. Quite rich. Mr. Clomato Juice, how are you? Very well, I'm keeping my eye on this

strange lion on the run in Berlin story. I have not heard about this. Apparently somebody walking

the dog in the woods saw a lion following him, and so everybody in Germany's going a bit mad,

and I've sent loads of people into the woods to find this lion. In fairness to the Germans, Paul,

I think if either was a lion on the loose anywhere near where I lived, I would be similarly concerned.

I agree. It is a bit strange. It's one of those strange cases that occurs sometimes. We don't

usually get them. There was then some of these pets, Black Panther, got out in France the other year,

which was a surprise to all its neighbors, but they didn't know we'd got a Black Panther.

Okay. Well, in a nice little bit of synchronicity there, we have a story on this show which deals

with particularly terrible neighbors, and I actually think the ones in the story are worse than the

ones who were hoarding a Panther, and that's saying something.

No, I've known some strange neighbors. You know, of all the people I could think of who would

have known strange neighbors, Paul Cubestal is right up there at the top. Yeah, it wasn't

strength to stab me, because I told him I said, if your kids keep throwing bricks at my dog,

I'm not going to be very happy. And he said, well, that's what kids do. And I said, well,

I shall tell you what I'll do. Anyway, carry on and I'll stab you. But what kids do this, the

children of the coin? What the fuck? Funnily enough, there should be good. 10 years after I'd

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