Twenty Doors And A Mirror That Smiled

A mirror that moves before you do is creepy. A mirror that smiles first is worse. I open up about four true experiences I’ve rarely shared: the Bloomfield basement lined with twenty tiny rooms and floor-to-ceiling mirrors, a soft-spoken janitor in a shuttered school who didn’t realize he’d stayed on, a Devil’s Night at Eloise that lured me down a sunlit hallway that wasn’t lit at all, and a stretch of boulevard by our house where cars break down, figures vanish, and a guitar appeared like a calling card.

We start with the house that looked normal until it didn’t: identical rooms, digital locks on the outside, and sculptures that were round only in reflection. The silence was unnatural—no echo, just the sense of being watched by your own face. When my reflection relaxed its mouth without me, I understood those rooms weren’t built to hold bodies. They were built to strip something from you—attention, identity, or whatever looks back when you stare too long. From there, we shift to the opposite kind of haunting: ordinary daylight, a gray-haired custodian chatting while I worked in a school that had been empty for years. It felt like routine replayed, a human groove burned into a place that still remembers.

Eloise turns up the voltage. A child figure darts in the basement and later appears in a photo. A friend sits alone in the dark and is pinned by a paralysis that leaves her shaking. Then a young man in a white T-shirt waves me down a corridor that brightens to midday, only for the room to go black the moment I turn. It’s a lesson in how buildings lead us—and how to know when to refuse. Finally, home gets stranger than any tour: a white van, blindfolded women, kids, a masked man—and then a clean erasure. The next night, a watcher by the boulevard tree dissolves, replaced by a very real guitar that later lights up an investigation. That patch of street keeps misbehaving. Call it a portal if you like; I call it a pattern I can’t ignore.

If you’ve ever doubted your senses or felt a place think back, you’ll find company here. Press play, subscribe, and share your own story—residual, intelligent, or something we don’t have words for yet. Leave a review to help more curious minds find us, and tell me: which moment stayed with you after the lights were off?

Transcript

Opening And Host’s Intent

SPEAKER_00 0:00

Good evening. Welcome back to the Strange Drange Beyond Insane podcast. This is your host, Melissa. I want to talk about a real life story that I've never really told anyone, and I thought it would be great to share on this podcast. So these are everything that I'm telling you on this episode tonight is all based on true experiences that I've had throughout my life. Okay, so this is the basement with 20 doors. I worked on a house once where nothing happened. At least that's what I told myself. It was a normal job, normal neighborhood, normal exterior. But the basement wasn't a basement. It was a whole hallway. And lining both sides were these small rooms. Twenty, maybe more, all identical. Each one barely big enough to stand in, each one had a heavy door, a digital lock on the outside of each door, and a mirror from floor to ceiling on the inside. Each room had a ball in the center, like some type of sculpture. Or something that was pretending to be, I have no idea. But there were no beds, no bathrooms, and no vents that I could see, just mirrors. And the object that was in the middle of the rooms. Before we went down there, we were told something very specific. Do not close the doors, especially if you're inside. They lock automatically. Automatically, I thought. Well, we ended up laughing it off until one of the guys leaned on a door too hard and it clicked. Not slammed, clicked. And for a split second the air changed. Not cold, not hot, just very aware. The mirror inside that room reflected the hallway, but it looked deeper than it should have. Like it wasn't reflecting the hallway. It was extending it. And that object in the center, it wasn't perfectly round. It had edges, subtle ones, like something had been shaved down over time. Or handled or used. But the weirdest part? The basement was silent. No echo. Twenty mirrored rooms and no echo. I dropped a tool at one point. It hit the concrete, and the sound died immediately. Like the room swallowed it. And at one point I stood in one of the doorways. I did not step inside. I just stood there. And I had this overwhelming thought. This room is for one person, and it's not meant to be comfortable. It's meant to make you look at yourself and nothing else. When we left that day, I remember walking up the basement stairs and feeling like something didn't follow. Not because it couldn't, but because it didn't need to. Nothing happened in that house. No shadows, no voices, no movement. But I still think about those rooms. I stayed in the doorway. Because we were told not to close the doors, they locked automatically. The mirror went from the floor to the ceiling, no frame, no seam, just wall-to-wall reflection. I keep telling myself throughout this time, even sitting here talking about this, that nothing happened, right? But I'm a I'm ready to tell the story. And at first it looked normal, right? Like everything in this basement, oh, okay, a bunch of rooms, yada yada yada. Concrete floor, doorway behind me, the hallway stretching back. But the longer I stood there, the more I realized something was off. The hallway looked longer, it was stretching back, but the longer I stood there, the more I realized something really was off. Just slightly. I guess maybe not dramatically, but this hallway had like depth that it didn't have in real life. I shifted my weight, my reflection shifted too, but it felt early. Like it anticipated me by half a second. Not delayed, but early. And that sculpture in the center of the room, the mirror it looked like it looked perfectly round, right? But in real life it had edges, subtle ones. I blinked hard, looked back at it, edges. Looked at the mirror, smooth. Then when I stepped back, because suddenly it didn't feel like I was looking into a room. It felt like the mirror was the real room. And the one I was standing in was a reflection. And here's the part I didn't tell anyone. I think you can hear it in my voice. For a split second, my reflection didn't look scared. It looked calm, almost neutral. Like it knew something I didn't. Nothing happened in that basement. No sounds, no movement. But I've never liked mirrors since. Because I don't think those rooms were meant to trap your body. I think that they were meant to separate something from you. And the doors were only lockable from the outside and digital because it was, I guess, supposed to trap something in these rooms. I don't know why I looked at my face that long. Maybe because the room gave you nothing else to look at. Just yourself. Floor to ceiling, mirror. Concrete, the object in the center, silence. I was standing in the doorway. I hadn't stepped fully inside. I remember staring at my my reflection trying to see if the lighting was weird. The basement lights were dull, very flat, and my face looked off. Not distorted, just tired. Then I swallowed, and my reflection swallowed too. Normal. I tilted my head slightly, it tilted too. Then, and I still don't know how to explain this, I relaxed my mouth, but my reflection didn't. It didn't grin. It didn't show teeth. It just let the corners of its mouth lift. Slightly, not wide, not exaggerated, just enough that I knew I wasn't doing it. And it wasn't immediate, it was deliberate, like it decided to. It wasn't mocking, it wasn't evil, it was patient, and that's what made it worse. Because it didn't feel like I was trying to scare me, or it was trying to scare me, I should say. It felt like it was acknowledging me. Like, you see it too. I blinked hard and it matched me again perfectly. Flat expression, nothing wrong. The sculpture in the center looked normal again, edges and all, but my heart was racing so loud I could hear it in my ears. And here's the thing that still messes with me. If those doors locked automatically, how many people have stood alone in that room, looking at themselves? Waiting for that mirror to do something back. Nothing happened in that house, nothing physical, but I've never trusted my reflection since. But if it smiled once, it can do it again. I guess the scariest part besides the whole creepy grin thing in the mirror is the fact that why did this house, this like normal-looking house, have 20 plus small rooms in the basement with all digital locking doors? All of them had beds in them, no bathrooms, no windows, but like round sculptures in the middle of each room. You know, it didn't sit right with me. And Jill and Penny, who I was working with, like they like they literally booked their asses back upstairs. The first time they walked down there, they're like, nope. So someone had to be down there, and I guess it was me, but um I can tell you this being in Michigan, um, it was in Bloomfield, and obviously these people are very wealthy. I've seen a lot of weird shit with wealthy people, and you know what? Being more poor has kept me alive and safe, and I don't I really haven't thought about this house, right? Until I just I don't know, I was cleaning today, the baby was sleeping, and it was like a walk back on memory lane, and I was like, I have to tell this story, and I don't know if like you can grasp like I guess you'd have to be there to understand, but the depth of horrors in this basement, you know, like who the fuck has 20 plus rooms in their basement like that? Yeah, so um, I'll never really know why. Um, we were told we worked for this company called GRQ. Um, and we were just told not to ask questions when we were in people's houses, you know, don't get excited about like rich folks stuff, right? Because it looks like we're poor and we might rob them or this or that. So, anyways, um my job at that company was like small demolitions and we were cleanup too. Like we we used to do final cleans, us girls, for like newer builds, um, or if they'd like go in and like demo demo a house out and rebuild it, like we would do the cleaning, help them demo, do small demos and clean, and then we do the final cleans too before like the main walkthrough. But yeah, now and I here's the fucked up thing. So I was still working for this company. Now this is the second story, and I actually thought about this earlier tonight, and I have not thought about this story in so long. It's so weird, but I'm like, I just have to talk about this shit on the podcast because you can't make it up. So this is a true story, and I'm gonna name this one the janitor. So there's no mirrors involved, um, not a super creepy buildup, no imagination, but this is just a straightforward ghost story. So we were working at an abandoned elementary school. It was closed for five years, completely gutted. Our company was hired to demo and clean it out before renovation. Middle of the day, bright outside, nothing spooky. I was in one of the classrooms, stripping the old wax off the floors. And this older gentleman starts talking to me. Regular conversation, he had gray hair, work clothes on, very calm energy about him. We were just talking about the school, about how it used to be, nothing weird. He hangs around most of the day, not hovering, just there, talking while I worked. Very normal. At one point I stepped outside to the dumpster where the other two girls on my crew were, and I casually say, Yeah, the janitor has been keeping me company all day. They just stared at me, and one of them goes, Mel, there is no janitor. And I started laughing. I'm like, no, the older guy with gray hair said he worked here. And they say back to me, the school's been closed, Mel, for five years. That's why we're here. There's no staff, it's just us. Three of us, that's it. My stomach dropped. Not dramatic, just very heavy. I didn't feel watched, I just felt very confused. So I went back inside, I called out, walked the hallways, checked the room I was in, everything was empty. No tools moved, no doors opened, nothing. And here's what bothers me. He never felt strange. He didn't glitch, didn't disappear mid-sentence, he just wasn't there anymore. And I never saw him leave. No doors opening, no footsteps in the hall, just gone. So I don't think he knew. I guess I I don't think he knew he wasn't supposed to be there. Like that's it. Like, I I truly believe um this was like my first real encounter with a residual like haunting, if you will. But that's what makes it darker than a jump scare, right? It's not a demon, not a shadowy figure, just a man doing what he's used to probably doing for his whole life. And I had witnesses to confirm that no one else was there. I physically went back to check. I was not alone in believing the building was empty. Um, that grounding detail makes it hit, I think, even harder, right? So, you know, um going back to that. I think Penny and Jill, who I worked with, I think that they kind of knew it was very like intuitive and you know, after that house with the mirrors, and then this happened shortly after. I think they like were kind of freaked out, right? And they were just like asking me all these questions, like, um, you know, are you a medium? Do you talk to spirits? You do this, do you do that? And I'm like, no, like it's just there's just weird things that have happened to me throughout my whole entire life since I've been little, you know. So now take a drink of water because I'm my throat's getting a little closed up, and you know, because like I said, it's like going back memory lane. These are like some of my I wouldn't say like my first encounters with supernatural or paranormal. It's just I haven't told these stories. Not even like my closest friends. Actually, I don't even think my husband, I don't even, I don't even think I told him. So it it's kind of you know, it's it's a different feeling talking about it, right? On uh on podcast land. Okay, so I want to tell a story about Eloise, right? We haven't talked about that in a while. And good old Eloise, she is, I think, shut down for the time being until haunt season, is what I heard last. Um, John no longer owns it, I guess, and I think his partner took it over. So yeah, we're all kind of trying to scramble up some facts about that and see when we can go back to do an investigation. I have not been at Eloise for a few years, and I do miss her.

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Okay.

Eloise: Devil’s Night Encounters

Lured Down A Bright Hallway

Making Sense Of The Unseen

The Van, The Tree, The Guitar

Is The Boulevard A Portal

Closing Thoughts And Listener Invite

SPEAKER_00 15:50

So there have been many, many, many experiences there, right? Working there, hanging out there, um, and go on and on and on. But one that really stuck with me, and this, I don't know if like me telling you guys is if it's gonna like hit as hard as it felt that night. Um okay, so it was Devil's Night or Angel's Night, whichever you prefer, uh night before Halloween. And I had taken my friend Corissa, um, my cousin Sarah. So we get down to the basement, we start in the basement, and you know, my cousin is does not really enjoy the ghost shit. She did when she was younger, but um, she definitely takes more after my mom and it freaks her out. So we get down to the basement, and my cousin like immediately grabs my arm and she's like, What the fuck, cousin? Whose kid was that? And I was like, What fucking kid? I'm like, there's no kids here, and she's like, Cousin, a little kid just fucking ran across the floor, and I go, what? I'm like, was it a boy or a girl? And she's like, I don't even know. She was a little kid. Now, I'm gonna pause because a few months later, um, I think it was Jenny, Jenny hand on here that's you know on the podcast a lot. I think she's the one who found it in one of my pictures. I had taken a picture down in the basement a couple months after the situation with my cousin, and there was this little girl peeking out of the corner, straight up ghost, like almost looks like something from the movie The Grudge. Okay, so moving forward, we already had situations happen this night. A lot of paranormal, like just started right off the rip. Okay, so then we're like on the third or fourth floor, there's like all this crazy stuff happening, and now my cousin is feeling confident. She had a few drinks in her system, and she's pretty much like monitoring a group on her own and like telling all these ghost stories about Eloise. And I'm like, this is fucking great. Like, maybe she's gonna want to be here a lot helping with the tours. Alright, so Corissa, one of our old friends that we used to hang out with there, um, she went, she said she had to go use a bathroom outside because that's all there was there back then was you know, the outhouses or um whatever the portable shitters, whatever you like to call them. Gross. Anyways, she was gone for a little bit. And I did not know this until she came running back into us. She actually went and hung out in this dark. Oh, I'm getting the shakes talking about this. This dark hallway by herself, sitting in a chair, and she was just kind of like hit her eyes closed and wanted to see what she felt. And okay, I'm trying to go back to this many years ago. She said that something felt like it was like grabbing her from behind. She could like she was paralyzed, she couldn't talk, she couldn't get up, she could see and she could feel. It was almost like a sleep paralysis. It scared her so fucking bad that she pissed herself in the chair. Like she literally peed herself and came back and told us. And the the reason why I'm telling you details, I know they're a little gross, but it gets better. So she comes back and she tells us, and she literally sees, looks like she's seen a ghost. And I'm like, Well, girl, you know, you get don't go by yourself again, you know, get one of us. And she's like, fuck that. I'm not going anywhere by myself tonight. So I'm like, okay. So she kind of calms down, whatever. Okay, so the end of the night comes. Um, I think it's like 2 a.m., 2 30. And excuse me. Sorry. We're all dying again in Michigan. We're all sick with this. Wait, I mean, I meant to say we are healing. We say we don't say we're sick, we say that we're healing. Um, this chest congestion, cold stuff that's been going around. Um, so I apologize if I sound a little under the weather. But um, okay, so the Wrangler, which was Linda at the time, and a Wrangler, you know, basically wrangles everybody up, you know, this, and gets them off the floor, and then goes to the next floor, make sure that there's nobody hiding, no one's still in the building when you know we all leave and lock up. So Linda does her rounds and blah blah. And I walked out. My cousin and Carissa and then went to the right, and I remember going to the left. Oh, because I told Carissa, I said, I'm gonna I'm gonna go check out um that chair that you sat in. I wanna go, and she's like, Please don't go there by yourself, and I'm like, No, I'm I'm gonna go over there. Like, I want to check it out. Um, by the way, not Carissa that's on here all the time. This is a different girl, Corissa. So, anyways, um everyone's off the floor. So subconsciously I knew that, right? But I wasn't thinking, and I don't even know how to say this in words. Okay, so I go, I sit by this chair, and I feel very, very heavy. Like I'm like reaching for my inhaler and puffing at it heavy. I'm like, holy shit, like my chest feels like it just got hit, and I literally feel this gust of wind go past me, and I'm like, what the fuck? So I get up and I turn around, and there's this guy walking really, really fast. And he's like a young man, he's got a white shirt on, he's got like baggy gray sweats and a backpack on. Now, here's the thing he was in a t shirt and he had a backwards hat on. And at the moment I didn't think about it, but this was like January. It was so, and this is way before like Eloise's head. Heat or any I mean it was so freaking cold and I'm thinking, what the hell? And I was like, hey, he just kept walking really fast, and I'm like, hey. Now honest to God, this happened. So I'm following this kid guy, kid, whatever. I maybe like mid-20s. And all of a sudden he turns around and he looks at me, and he's like waving me into this room. He's like, Come on, come here, come here. And I'm like, what, what? And I go run to like go run to the room to go to the right. Now, this is the weirdest part. Oh god, it still gives me the creeps. When I'm following him, the hallway got really, really bright. Like, I don't it was it felt like it was during the middle of the day. And I think it was like that. Sorry, my cat's going crazy. I think it was like that to like make it feel safe for me to go follow him. And then all of a sudden, when I got down to the end of the hall and I went to go turn right, it got pitch black. And I was like, what the fuck? And I'm in this room, and I'm like, I can like feel this thing, this person staring at me, but I can't see it. And I like literally, I ran out of the room and I turned left and I'm like, fuck this, I'm out of here. And here comes Linda with her flashlight, thank God. And she's like, I thought I heard somebody up here. And I'm like, oh my god, Linda, thank God you're I'm like, I just, I just followed this guy into this room, and then I don't know, it just got really dark. And she's like, What guy did you follow into there? She's like, There's nobody up here. She's like, I got everyone. I'm like, no, like, listen, somebody like waved me into that room. He had a white shirt on, he had fucking gray sweatpants, baggy sweatpants on, and he had a backwards baseball cap on, I swear to god. And she's like, Okay, let's get out of here. And I just like I can't like okay, so before Eloise had any kind of lights and heat, right? It was like your true abandoned old hospital. We all had flashlights and headlamps. Like, that's how you got around, right? And this is how that night was. And when I started walking through the hall to go follow him, is like it got so bright, it's like the sun came through the windows, and it was like, oh, it's daytime. Like it's almost like I was in like confused or like in a trance, whatever. But the minute I got past those like windows and turned right into this room, it like pitch black. And uh yeah, I remember telling Tom and them, and Tom had an experience kind of like this. He was talking to a guy, um, I guess that had like an old train hat on or something, but at towards the end, Tom realized that he really wasn't alive, and I guess Tom did like a final count of his group, and people were like, No, it's I think it was like eight or something, and he counted nine or ten, whatever, and they're like, no, it's always been eight or whatever, and he realized then that he was talking to a spirit. So, um, I mean, there's just multiple things that have happened um throughout my life, and um, there were times back then that I just thought it was coincidence, and you know, there's some things looking back on that still really creep me out, and some things are more I guess have come to light, and I understand them more and I'm not scared. But for any anybody out there that does this, you know, like a paranormal enthusiast, or if you're a paranormal researcher, or you know, this is just you know, you just like graveyards, or maybe you like to just go on trips on, you know, Airbnb's and haunted hotels and blah blah. Anyways, at some point something has scared you, or many things scare you. Um just because you get scared doesn't mean that you're gonna go run away. Sometimes, you know, people pass out, sometimes people start crying because it is so surreal. Like in the moment, you know, you question your sanity. Like, am I fucking crazy? And I'm sure you're you know, you're gonna hear a lot of same kind of stories from a lot of people, and you know, that's you know, years ago when I really got serious into this and you know, wanted to get into the research of it and traveling. I'm like, no, we're not all like we can't all be fucking crazy. Like people, I think, are very some people are extremely sensitive to experiences and they can remember them like anything else, like even like their own birthday, and they can talk about it to the day they die, and other people like to bury experiences or an experience because it it scared them and they they don't want to know and they don't want to talk about it, and either one is fine, and they're both okay, you know, like there's no right or wrong about that. Um, but then you got people like me that are want to nosedive into it and kind of like make sense of all of it, and trying to make sense of the afterworld and supernatural and you know, UFOs and cryptids and blah blah blah and on and on and on, um, you drive yourself crazy and you'll go through rabbit holes. So there's no one is a know-it-all out there, and if they claim that they are, they're full of shit because we are all spinning around on this fucking rock trying to figure out, you know, things, what could be, what might be, what's true, what's not, what's real. I mean, every day now I I say to myself, is is this world even real? I mean, it seems like so much is fake, right? And projected onto us. And that's another topic that we're gonna get into after. Um, but yeah, it's uh, you know, I've I'm glad that I talked about these experiences out loud because I just I really don't talk about them. I I know I've never told anybody about the mirrored basement. Um, I know I briefly talked to my husband like after it happened, and I was like, Yeah, it's really weird. I just don't like want to talk about it. And he was like, Wow, that is really weird. Now, another situation, and actually my husband is my witness, he unfortunately didn't see all of it, um, but he heard it. Okay, so this was probably god, about six, seven years, about six years ago. Um, so I was sick with the flu, and it was pretty gnarly, so I was staying up in our bedroom um for a couple of nights, and I was watching a scary movie, of course, and um our bedroom window was slightly cracked. So I hear all this rumbling out in the front of our house, and I figured okay, because we live like it's one house and then our house off of a main road. So we're not off a main road, but we're like two houses from a main road. Um, it's actually really quiet. Um, sometimes, you know, noises echo, so I just figured okay, whatever. Well, I kept hearing these kids screaming, and I'm like, what the fuck is going on? So I look at the clock, it's like 11 o'clock at night. I'm like, okay, this is weird. So I open up the blinds, and I'm not even fucking lying to you right now. Like, I this really happened. So there was a sprinter van outside of my house, um, like a white work utility van, and it looked like at least four or five women, you know, young women, women, whatever, they all had like they looked blindfolded, like they had like blindfolds on, and then there was a bunch of like random kids running around this van and then sitting on the boulevard in front of our house, and I'm like, what is going on? And this one chubby guy with like um a black ski mask on was like chasing around this van. And I'm like, all right, I know I'm fevering, but I know I'm not like fevering that high, right? So I run downstairs and my husband's already looking out the front door and like through like the glass on the front door, and I'm like, Do you see what the fuck I'm seeing? And he's like, Yeah, but it's really weird. He's like, he goes, they already like he goes, they're just they disappeared. I go, no, they I'm like, what do you mean they disappeared? And he's like, it's like they just like disappeared like the in the thin of air, like they just like boom, they're gone. And I'm like, No, there's no way. So like I run outside the front door. I mean, this is like in seconds. And okay, so this gets really crazy. So, anyways, and I think I told the other part of the story on here before. So I'm like, this is just all so wild. Um, I don't know if we like witnessed trafficking, I don't know, like I did should we call 911? And Paul's like, I don't know because we don't really know what we've seen like the van literally like vanished in thin air. Alright, so the next night later, um, we were feeling better. Um, and we went to my sister-in-law's house, my sister-in-law and my brother's house, and we come, which is five blocks over. So we come back home, and um yeah, I got a little bit stoned because I was feeling better. And I'm like, Paul, in front of the boulevard, in front of that tree, there's somebody standing, like behind that tree, like looking at us. We're like sitting on our porch. Paul's like, yeah, it does look like someone's looking at us. And I'm like, dude, go see who they are. And he's like, I don't want to go over there. I'm like, I don't either. So we're just, you know, standing there, standing there, all of a sudden, person disappears. And we're like, what the fuck was that? Right? So then I'm like, hey, there's something in front of the tree, but it's kind of like stuck out where you can see it. And he's like, Yeah, I see that too. And he's like, All right, let me go check this out. So he goes and walks in front of this tree. I'm like petrified. I'm like, he's gonna like vanish in thin air, like that van, like that guy that was just standing. It just like so crazy about this tree, right? And on our front boulevard. And he could, you know, he grabs this thing and he's physically walking up and it looks like a guitar. And I'm like, what is that, Paul? And he's like, it's a fucking guitar. He's like, it's an epiphone one, like this is crazy. Like, where did this come from? And blah blah blah. And I'm like, okay, so this is the night before we see this van with these children running around, and this guy's chasing them with a ski mask, and there's like these women in this van that have blindfolds on, and then poof, it just disappears, right? Like, we would have sounded crazy if we would have called the police. And then now, tonight, we see a guy standing behind the tree, and he didn't smoke any weed, it was just me. So he was not high, Paul, and he was like, Yeah, I seen that too. And then the guy vanished, and now all of a sudden, this guitar appears like fucking weird, right? Anyways, the guitar is in our basement, and um, well, and that's part of one of our episodes when Christina and I went to the Roth house a couple years ago. I actually brought that guitar as a trigger item, and we did have a lot of good luck with it. Um, had a lot of evidence. So, is that front part over there a portal in front of my house? I mean, it's not right in front of my house, it's off the boulevard, kind of like off the street and between the tree and the street. I don't know, but there has been some really weird shit that has gone on there, and I kid you not, at least three, four times a year, we have somebody pulled over from the street um with a flat tire or with car problems, and I like literally there's so many witnesses, right? And like Paul or I will be home. One of us will go to walk out to be like, hey, do you need help? And the car just takes off and vanishes, and we're like, where the fuck did that car go? In fact, um, Carissa that's on the podcast, um, quite often, she was over here a couple weeks ago. Um, I was getting ready to do her hair, and long story short, there was like a little tiny fender bender, right? And there was like eight cars. And then the cars just kept piling up in front, and then the next thing, like, we look back and then like cars are just gone. But there's a lot of weird shit that happens between that tree and the main road. Um, there has been tires that have popped off right there, like literally sound like bombs going off, and um unexplainable, like like car rolls from that part right there where the street starts, all the way down a half mile. And the people are untouched, they're fine, um, never, you know, not hurt anything. There's just so many crazy things that have happened right there. So, yes, I do think it's somewhat of a portal, and I think it's a residual, and I don't know why. Um, but yeah, there's and I'm sure I'll have more stories about that boulevard from the tree to like the main street. But yeah, I uh I wanted to really talk about experiences this new year um and turn them into stories that are actually real stories to talk about on here because what other better place to talk about weird shit than Strange Durange Beyond Insane. But thank you for listening. And again, you can listen to this podcast on any platform that you listen to podcasts on. Um, of course, we you know, Spotify, Buzz Sprout, if you listen to it on the website Buzz Sprout, you can actually directly text message me. Um, there is a feature for that, and I always, always, always want to hear back from my listeners. Um, and if you guys have a crazy paranormal, supernatural story, like always, send it over so I can read it or come on, hop on and tell us about it, talk with me. Um, I'm always open for discussion, and uh yeah, so I'll be chatting with you guys soon. And thanks again for listening.