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Riddle me this, what's completely invisible can cause untold harm but can only be removed

by someone who knows a secret. I'll tell you, the answer is a curse.

And if you don't believe in curses, stick around, you will.

From the Snap Judgment Underground layer, you're listening to Spookt. Stay tuned.

Spooksters, I don't understand how it works but there's a thing, a magic, to saying a truth

out loud. So I'm saying my truth, out loud. We desperately want to bring new stories of wonder,

of mystery, from this incredible team scouring the globe but Spookt is an act of faith and I need your help to make it work.

So if you've ever had goosebumps, ever wondered what if, ever gotten up to check if the door was still locked, please support the program by becoming a bona fide Spookster.

At Spookpodcast.org, keep the lights on. Join us for a secret story session, come backstage for a Spook show or to prove I am all in, you can even have a drop of my very soul.

It's all there. At whatever level works for you, Spookpodcast.org. Thank you.

From KQED and PRX, you've crossed over to Spookt.

I used to see with people in the morning, pitiful, shuffling hands clasped together like in prayer. They come, eyes blazing and mumble begging, please, please.

From my grandmother, I showed them in, through the living room, passed the bedroom, through the kitchen and out the back door.

My grandmother either pointed them toward a lawn chair or made them stand waiting. Please ma'am, please, they said.

And sometimes Granny would just move their curse. No fuss. Pull it out like she was picking a turnip, throw it in the trash.

Go now, get up. Go on home now.

The person would emerge from the chair like they were newly waking up, resurrected, LAR.

And always, 100% of the time, instead of thanking my grandmother, they would thank Jesus.

Thank you, Jesus. Praise them. Praise him.

For other people, Granny would just shake her head. Nothing I can do, baby.

Got to get them to put it on the cast it off.

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