Hey Prime members you can listen to the strange and unusual podcast early and add free on Amazon music.

Download the app today.

You're listening to a morbid network podcast. Listen as I launch a campaign against Christmas cheer, grilling celebrity guests, like chestnuts on an open fire.

They'll try to get my heart to grow a few sizes, but it's not going to work, honey.

Follow Tis the Grinch Holiday Talk Show on the Wundria

or wherever you get your podcasts.

As Lauren emerged from the passenger side of her dad's Toyota,

her eyes were instantly drawn to the looming exterior of a stately Victorian mansion.

The home's entrance was dominated by a grand octagonal tower, fitted with a mansard roof and at the very top a small round

attic window looked out deep dark and reflective like an unblinking eye.

To add to its imposing presence, towering eastern white pines surrounded the home, their tops

swaying and creaking in response to a sudden wind.

And from behind the house, a lingering fog hovering just above a bog began to stretch forth

its cold murky fingers of mist to envelop the ground where Lauren stood.

The scene struck her as so darkly beautiful and eerie that it caused her breath to catch momentarily

in her throat.

Behind her came the whir of a car window rolling down.

Lauren looked back.

Geez, what is this, the psycho house?

Her dad said.

Oh, come on, this place is way nicer than that.

That's true. These people definitely have more money than the Bates by a long shot. But you got

...