Hello, it is I, Dylan Thurus.

I'm standing out in a field in the dark.

The moon is enormous tonight, it's like a harvest moon or whatever like a

fuller than full moon is and I am in the middle, well I don't really know where

I am, somewhere in Tennessee, pretty far out into the countryside, I see a car

coming. It's kind of more unnerving to have a car here. It's a little spooky, which

works because it's Halloween season. We asked the team that works on this

podcast to share all of their stories about places that they visited that gave

them the hibi jibis just to get us in the spirit of Halloween. So tonight I have

brought you out here into this dark field underneath the moon to tell you

scary stories. Not about ghosts or monsters but about the real places that we have

been that have thrilled us that have freaked us out and have sent us running in the other

direction. Stick around, if you dare.

My name is John DeLore and I am an editor on the Atlas Obscura podcast and the scariest

place that I remember from my childhood was this bomb shelter in the basement of the

house I grew up in. And this was a house, suburbs of Milwaukee built, I believe in the

19 late 40s, early 50s, but it was in that era when people were still afraid of atomic

war and bombs and things and so they built bomb shelters in the basement. And this bomb

shelter was unfinished and just sort of dark and damp. And side note, my dad was a doctor

and had inherited this skeleton, a real human skeleton from his dad who was a doctor. Because

back in the day, doctors could have real skeletons as sort of an anatomical educational tool.

These days, it has to be plaster plastic for obvious reasons, but my dad had a real skeleton.

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