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

Ghost Story Guys. Welcome to the Ghost Story Guys. I'm Brennan Store. I'm Paul Bestall,

and this is a 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 107,

and we're coming here from that tiny mountain cabin you dream about, but can never quite reach.

How are you, Paul? I'm very well. Thank you. I'm trying to get over the disappointment of

neither of us making the 100 sexiest bald men in the world, but life moves on, doesn't it?

You will forever be number one sexiest bald man in my heart, my friend.

Ditto. Oh, I too am disappointed. However, I am, I am void somewhat by the fantastic set of stories

we got coming up mixed here of found stories and listener stories that really kind of deals with

strange intruders and these things which sort of appear and leave us with absolutely no idea

of what's happened. And certainly some of the stories we have are even more vague and sort of

anomalous than what we would usually have. There's some one that's kind of like a flaming blue hoop

that is quite sinister, but we'll get there of course. I will say for my part,

in addition to dealing with the aforementioned disappointment, I am dealing with seasonal allergies

that currently have me hating my face. Because the stories you might hear, my voice is

last couple of episodes, it's been a little more horse than usual, and it's just because I am more or

or less sneezing constantly. You know, it is hell and our neighborhood, we have, or I should say

in Victoria, they have a bunch of these cherry blossoms. And they all bloom at different parts of

the spring. So ours haven't even bloomed yet. And already I am, like I said, I am a mucus factory,

it's a horrible, horrible thing. I know, right? You really turn into the show to hear those words.

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