Hey, true weirdos, at the end of this episode, stick around if you want for a little bonus content and conversation.

Is it the spirit of a person who has died, but for whatever reason, can or won't leave the physical world behind?

Or is it something else, something even harder to imagine, like an entity from another dimension or a parallel universe?

Can ghosts be a kind of energy that lingers in a place where tragedy has occurred,

where there was so much human suffering that it left an invisible and tangible scar.

Like maybe big human emotions leave their trace on a place.

What is?

Go, go, so.

And they got a small beam of light against the mirror.

Real, wrong, real, right. This is true. Weird. Weird. Stuff.

This is a ghost story, and it's true, every word.

It all began in a beautiful two-story brick house built at Topahill in Jackson County, Indiana.

The year was 1848, and this house, with its hardwood floors and

imported Persian rugs, had one luxury feature that no one living today will consider a big deal,

hanging kerosene lamps. Remember, this was 32 years before Thomas Edison even invented the light bulb, decades before

homes were wired for electricity. Those hanging kerosene lamps were a posh convenience, the kind

of amenity you'd expect to find in the homes of the wealthy. This was the home of a prosperous couple,

Dr. Creed Wilson, his wife Sophia,

and their five-year-old son, Isop,

as in, you know, Isab's fables.

Isip was born in Leesville, Indiana,

which, historical fun fact,

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