Whether thou art a ghost that have come from the earth, or a Phantom of Night that has no honor, or one that lies dead in the desert, or a ghost unburied, or a demon, or a ghoul, whatever thou be until thou art from all the way, thou shalt find here no water to drink, thou shalt not stretch or thy hand to arm.

Into our house enter thou not, through all things, breakthrough, thou not.

We are protected, though we may be frightened. Our life you may not steal, though we may be scared to death.

Welcome to Scared of Death Creeps, Peapers, Roberts and Annabelle, I'm Dan.

Hi Dan, I'm Matthew. I'm Lindsay the elf. What's up? What's up? What's your stomach?

It was, no. I was hoping to move past it. It was a noise. I just drank water right before the show started, and it came back out.

And I was hoping you wouldn't acknowledge it. Last week, a similar thing happened, and I acknowledged it.

And I think that you should just know going forward. I'm never not going to acknowledge it.

Sweet, because I can't help it. I know. That doesn't make it not funny.

Okay, and you are Lindsay. I'm Lindsay, and I don't curgle.

Great. Happy holidays to those of you who just finished celebrating Hanukkah, those celebrating Christmas, and everyone else got a sassy co-host today.

Oh, man. No announcements stay for me other than Happy Holidays.

I have an announcement. What's your announcement?

My announcement is that Sophie, our producer, you know, who helps curate the stories and all that.

She lives in New Orleans. You know that. I don't know if you guys know this.

And she sent us, like, a really awesome care package of stuff from Nola.

Yeah.

Went to an authentic Voodoo shop, and she sent us this, and I was dying reading this.

I was like, this is hysterical. Dr. Pryor's hotfoot powder.

Sounds like it's something to curse somebody with. Make their feet hot, maybe.

Okay. Well, I thought it was me loving skincare. I was like, ooh, like a hotfoot bath.

Voodoo hotfoot bath.

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