#3- Teemie Part1

Hey, check out episode three of "Go for Ghosts." It’s raw, unedited, and features hosts Raven and Tropius joking about their autism. They’re kicking off a multi-part personal story spanning years. The narrator recounts staying in an old, haunted Sears house in Ohio during the 80s while babysitting. Strange events included mysterious animal footprints appearing on walls, puppies barking at nothing, cold spots where you could see your breath, and slamming doors. Despite trying to rationalize it, the vibe was terrifyingly real. They emphasize that hearing about trauma isn’t the same as experiencing it firsthand. Go for ghosts. I like that. I like that as an intro. It's becoming that. It's not intentional. Go for ghosts! We gotta have some kind of catchphrase. Anyway, welcome to episode three. Now this is gonna be a several part episode. Well, there's one is the intro, so... Official number two, but technical number three. One of us is autistic. You figure out which one. It's both. What? My autism is cooler than your autism. They all just come in a different flavor. Yeah. Woo! Mine's great. You gotta warn somebody when you start recording though. I was over here just chugging water and you're like, by the way, we're going for ghosts. That's why I have the intro, see? It's all good. I'm not editing this. So I also want to preface for all of you joining us out there, we are not AI and we're not gonna edit this in any way, shape or form. So this is all us. It's raw, it's unedited. This is how things should be. Um, I don't know about you, but I'm really getting tired of being force-fed pre-packaged, pretty packages of nonsense that are just too perfect and everything's just great in the world. Leave my Doritos alone. I will eat your Doritos and you will like it. And this is real Raven, this is real Tropius, this is who we are in real life and this is how we tell our stories and sometimes we're gonna wander down a weird dark road, but we'll come back to the story in hand, I promise. I usually do. You don't. You just leave. Yeah. And I'm like, where'd you go? You're like, I'm doing laundry, what do you mean? That's okay though. I don't mind. It's all good. But this story I want to tell you, this is gonna be a several part story because this spans over several years. This is very personal. Very personal and very terrifying story. So if you didn't have trauma before, like I said, we just started out with some easy stuff with the whole... Now what I will say, and I want to say this very clear and very loud. Until you have the experience yourself, you do not understand how terrifying it truly is. So although you do hear what we're saying and understand that it is real, until you're sitting in the room and you watch the cup move across the table yourself, it doesn't give the same vibes. Yeah, or until you see a chunk bitten out of the house you're living in. This is some of the stuff we're gonna explore and talk about on this. Now, I want to explain that my sister and I, we are half sisters and I am 11 years older than her, so I was the only child for a very long time. And then I got a baby sister who I immediately hated for like a whole year, but then she's really cute, so I stopped hating her and now she's my baby sister. I mean, I came out cute, but sure. I mean, whatevs. She got the little curls in her hair, boing, boing. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. And um, as many children do, my sister developed a, an imaginary friend. And her imaginary friend's name was Timmy. And I, you know, thought Timmy or Tommy or Tammy, just she was so cute because she was like two when she had this imaginary friend. And that put me at, you know, 13 years old and I was more interested in boys and hanging out with my friends and MTV and all this stuff, so I didn't really pay much mind to this. So she would tell stories of how Timmy would do this and Timmy would do that. I was mad like, where's my lipstick? Well, Timmy took it. And I just thought that was stuff that little kids say to their big sisters when they steal their lipstick. Still not into lipstick, by the way. Yeah, no, she is not. And I'm not really either anymore. And so that goes on. Now, I moved out of the house relatively young. I was 15 when I went up to Maine, which is its own trauma in and of itself. But uh, 15, I came back and I really just kind of lived with my grandmother. When I was 17, I moved out to Ohio in a long journey that I'm gonna do in my own chronicles on the side here. Not my issue, not my problem. Right, no, that's the extraordinary stories of an ordinary person, right? That's a different one. But uh, I moved out to Ohio and I was staying with this woman named Cheryl and her husband Bill. And they had four kids and they lived in a very old house on Boulevard Street. Now this house itself already had its own dark ass history, which I didn't know about until much later. I only lived there for the summer. Was helping with watching the kids and stuff. It was backed up to a canal. It were, it's, it's still there, I've seen it on the map, but it's where Boulevard terminates to some other series of street near the highway and such. And when I was living there, a whole bunch of bizarre experiences started happening. I was staying in the attic room because that apparently is a theme in my life when I was in my teens. And there was only two windows up in the attic room. This was an old Sears house. You know, one of the first things that started happening was there were footprints, animal footprints on the floor, like the wall, sorry, going from the floor to the window sill. Every morning when I woke up on the back window of the house. And I would lock... Do you know what kind of animal prints they were? No, I didn't. And we didn't have Google. I know, young people don't die, but I didn't know. Yeah. I was just curious if it was a specific... No, it was big enough that it could have been a raccoon. Okay. But there were, there was nothing, this was a hardwood floor. Yeah. You know, attic room, there was no, oh, there's one cubby hole door on one side and my bed was kind of in the middle and then there was a staircase going down with another window, but with a door at the bottom, right? Yeah. So there was no place for an animal to hide. You just walk... No, I get that part. I was just curious if you could identify it. Yeah, no, probably... Now that you're older and smarter. Yeah, yeah, well, I'm smarter. I think I'm dumber than I was as a teenager now, but it's all good. So I don't know, but like it was very clear footprints, like as if something had stepped into mud and the inside of the window walked up and it was only this high, so what, that's two feet? I got my hands up. So these very clear footprints up over and out the window. So it got to the point where I just nailed the window shut and yet, you know, cleaned up and yet it would appear. Yeah. So I says, no, this can't be... Maybe they're stuck there. They're oil and I just can't clean it up and they just appear with the dust. And I was trying to find all these reasons. But that was the minor... Earl. Earl. The minor thing of it was that there, um, they had four children. The oldest, um, was named Sierra and she was four years old. She was named for the Sierra Nevadas, which I had not yet seen. And a lot of weird things would happen. We had some puppies. There was a weird creepy basement. Having puppies is so weird. It is weird and I'll tell you why. There was a creepy old basement. This building was built in the 1800s, um, late 1800s and stuff. And so all kinds of stuff would happen where the puppies would start barking at random things and there would be cold spots. It was summer in Ohio, which is actually hot, you know. Doing ghost tours in New Orleans. I've often thought about grabbing an apparition and sticking it to me, have just a little space of coolness around me. Oh my god, that would be a great idea. But yeah, they do represent the coldness. How do we do that? I want to do that all the time. Right? Ghosts all over me. So hot. But back to your story. Yes. Sorry. Oh, I'm imagining that now. Wouldn't that be great though? Just like personal AC. It's 104 out there and you're just like, oh, no, it's not, it's fine. My god. And everybody's looking at you like you're a champion. Right? Get a ghost. Just get a ghost, stick it on you, man. You get the go for ghosts. Go for ghosts! Right, so all these, these little things are happening. And Cheryl and I would sit up talking a lot and nighttime would come around because her husband worked nights and such. And her husband would work nights and such and um... And so we'd be up in the middle of the night and like a lot of weird shit would happen. So we would have the dogs barking at random things. You'd hear doors slam upstairs. You just feel like you're having them do it like on purpose. What? You're like, I put them up to it. I put them up to it. I made the dogs bark and such. So we would get freaked out and she and I would sit... We really didn't like being in the front foyer. Like I said, it was a Sears house. So you walked in, it was a front foyer with the stairs go up. Then to the right was like a living room, then it had that second living room that's supposed to be a dining room, but that's where her sofa was. And every time you came in the foyer, it would always be like you mentioned earlier, bitter freaking cold. Like in the middle of summer, anytime during the night. You could see your breath in just this one spot. So it was creepy as shit. One night Cheryl and I are sitting down and I'm like, I think this house is haunted. And she goes, oh well, yeah, you're probably, you know, I hear a lot of stuff all the time, you know. And we didn't have a phone because this is the 80s. You didn't have a landline? No, no. Well, she was poor and we didn't have a landline. But the next door neighbors were nice people and they had a landline, so I was able to give mom the number. They were nice people. Well, they would let us use the phone, which you had to pay long distance. They were rich. Back then they weren't rich, they were just nice. But you know, like I gave mom their number so she can keep in touch with me and stuff. Well, one day they come and they come by the house and they say, listen, you got a phone call. Now I had a friend Anna back then who was really in tune. Like I swear to god, she was psychic. I remember Anna. Yeah, but she was like really in tune with me, weirdly in tune with me at all times. So she called me up and she goes... Unless y'all were in a fight. Right, but still was in tune. It's fine. But she called these people and said, I'm so sorry, do you know a person named Raven? And they're like, yeah, we know Raven. And she's like, it's an emergency, can I please talk to her? So these people come over and get me and it's early in the morning, it's probably like eight in the morning, which is nine, you know, Connecticut time. And she says, you got to get out of that house. I'm like, what house? And this woman who I haven't spoken to since I moved into the house described the house I was living in, told me that she had a dream that a bunch of people were murdered in this house, like brutally murdered in this house. And they were buried under the back porch. And I was like, well, it doesn't have a back porch. It just has a small like four foot by four foot platform out the back door. You'd really be hard pressed to put a baby in there, let alone a bunch of people, you know. She goes, no, I'm telling you, you got... Get out of the house. I'm like, all right, well, you know, we talked about other stuff. I'll put that on my to-do list. Yeah, but I'm like, where am I going to go? That's all the money I got. With this terrible job and babysitting here. So I go and tell Cheryl the next day. I'm like, you know, this, this, my friend had this phone call and she tells us, and Cheryl goes, she quiet. And I says, what's going on? She says, all right, I didn't tell you about this house because I didn't want you to leave. She says, but the landlord, his grandfather built this house, and his whole family was murdered in this house. Whole family. The whole family. I says, well, how did he survive? She goes, well, he was meant to be murdered too. Up the street, she showed me, she took me in the car and we drove up there. There was an old insane asylum. An old insane asylum? Very old. From that time frame? From, well, I mean, it's probably. Lobotomized. It's the 80s, so she's probably still going on, yeah. We didn't get close to it, but she said they used to hold like crazy criminals up in here, and one got out and came to the family house and knocked on the door. So his grandmother let him in. He just claimed to be traveling and needed a place to sleep and, you know, a meal and such, which people would let you in back in those days. Yeah, oh no. You let him in. That's why serial killers were so proficient. He sat down and had a lovely dinner and then murdered everybody by cutting all of their throats while they slept. They even cut the landlord's throat and they buried them under the back porch that used to be there, why it's not there anymore. Guy got underneath and he dug the holes and everything. Again, probably about four foot, five foot off the ground, you know. Dug all the holes, buried all the bodies. The landlord himself had survived because he was like the last one to be cut when he was a kid. So the cut wasn't deep enough or the knife wasn't strong enough. And this child crawled all the way down the street. She pointed out like four houses down. She's like, that house stood here before then. And was able to scratch at the door. They thought it was an animal. They opened the door and found this kid, you know, they get him wrapped up, they take him to the hospital. They find the whole body. So he didn't want to get rid of the house because his grandfather built it. But he don't want to live in it for obvious reasons, you know. So he rents it out now. She says, watch when he comes for rent next month, you'll see. And I said, watch. She says, you'll see the scar. He has a long beard, but when he turns his head to the side to try to look at something, you can see the scar. Oh, look at something. Oh, look a bird. Right. Show me the scar. And legitimately, I was like, what is over there? And he looks over there and he's like, what are you talking about? I saw the scar. I was like, well, what's beyond this? Like, I really didn't have a car, so I've really never been over there. And he's like, had to tell me all about the tire factory and all kinds of stuff that was up the road, which, God, Akron was so disgusting. Sure. Smelled like rubber, burning rubber all the time. Now, around this time, I started really paying attention to the paranormal activity going on in this house. Well, not only did the footprints continue on the walls, there was all kinds of door closings, as I mentioned. Down in the basement, there would be horrible sounds like somebody scraping a shovel across the pavement, the cement down there, but nobody would be down there because I wasn't brave enough, but me and Cheryl. Well, that's obviously a coyote. It's mice. It's mice in the walls. And Cheryl and I were not that brave either. We'd go down there with a flashlight, kitchen knives, and a shovel, you know, and we're going to murder you with this shovel. And there would be nobody down there, you know. And then the scariest shit ever happened. Yeah. I woke up one night because the whole house rocked. The whole house rocked. And we felt the whole thing shook like there was an earthquake, like somebody hit it with a sonic boom. Which is possible because it's Ohio, yeah. So the sonic boom, you know, I run downstairs, check on the kids and check on Cheryl and stuff. And Cheryl's like, what the fuck was that? I'm like, I don't know. I'm not going outside though. So we peeked out the windows, we didn't see nothing on fire. Thought maybe the tire factory exploded or something. Just then little Sierra comes downstairs and she's like, he's in my closet. Who's he? And I said, who's he? Who's in your closet? And she says, Teeny. And I says, who? Yeah, that's a. And she goes, Teeny. I said, Timmy? She goes, no. Tommy? No. Tammy? No. She goes, you know him. It's Teeny. Yeah, you know him. And I was like, oh my god. Look, I have goosebumps telling this story. All right. And so I'm freaking the fuck out. And Cheryl's like, what's going on? I said, I can't explain this to you, but my baby sister has an imaginary friend named Teeny who used to steal shit and stuff like that. And she's like, there's no way in hell that my daughter had to have overheard you speaking about that. I said, no. Why would you talk about that? I've never told anybody about this story because it's just an imaginary friend, right? Like, why would I be telling people about my baby sister's imaginary friend? And so I called. I go next door to the neighbor's house. I'm like, may I call my mother? Oh, sure. So could you put my baby sister on the phone? And mom's like, oh, you miss your baby sister. I'm like, yes. Yeah, that's it. Yeah, that's it. Chrissy. And she's like, yeah, hi, sissy. And she goes, I said, where's Teeny at? She goes, oh, he's with you. Yeah. And let me tell you, I've never shit myself, but I came really close that day. I came so close to shitting myself. And I was like, well, what is Teeny doing? And my baby sister was like, you know, Teeny things. Yeah. And I was like, you've got to be kidding me. Is this thing going to hurt me? She's like, I don't know. Here, mommy. And handed the phone back to mom. And I was like, motherfucker. So I go back to the house. And as I'm walking back from the neighbor's house, because I came out the back door, I noticed that a whole chunk of the house was missing. It was like somebody had taken a bite. And I did take a picture. I had those photos till Hurricane Katrina to prove that I wasn't crazy. But it looked like somebody had bitten. What a very interesting claim. You have to prove you're not crazy sometimes. It looked like somebody had taken a, like a large dragon or demon or monster had taken a physical bite out of the corner of this house. Like I could draw it for you, you know. It had like the cartoon bite missing out of between the second and third floor window. And that's when I noticed that the footprints continued down along the outside wall from my window down into the yard. Oh, you never went outside to check where they went after that? No. I never thought to. I was just, where are they going? I don't know. I was 17. I didn't have like a lot of logic. Had boys on the brain. I was working babysitting at night. Yeah. And working at this terrible Greek restaurant with a shitty screaming owner. That guy, I hope he got herpes on his face. Okay, well, yeah. Probably the way things are anymore. Giant face herpes. What's that from? That's from a 17-year-old I yelled at one time. Now, out of context, that sounds really weird, but okay. But in context, you know, those and such. So obviously I didn't stay at this house very long after that. There was a lot of other horrifying stuff that happened. Oh, the fucking Necronomicon. Yeah. I'd almost forgotten that. So my friend Anna had gotten me a copy of the Necronomicon. What'd you do? We all know it's a fiction book. It's made up. It's not real devil worship or anything like that. But I was 17. I was raised Catholic. I was exploring my rebellious side and I wanted to see what the other side had going on, you know. And that's the other side. Well, it is. I mean, think about it. Like be good and you go to heaven in the afterlife or kill puppies and whatever Satan bullshit they thought was in there. Sure, that's exactly it. But go on. It's a fiction book. But dude, so I had the book, right? And I had been just keeping it, reading it here and there. And the guy I was dating, Jared, was like, oh, this is an evil book. And he threw it in the canal behind the house. And I watched it float away. And I was like, oh, well, maybe. He's an asshole. Right. Well, yeah, as an adult, yes. Yes. Yeah. Also, he was 34 and I was 17, so he's definitely an asshole. So I watched it float away and I was like, huh. It went all the way down the canal and I thought about going after it and I was like, nah, I'm not gonna. That's effort. You know what? Maybe it's causing all this shit because that was kind of pre-Teeny, right? Before the phone call with you. And so I says, all right. Well, then a couple days later, this fucking book is under my pillow. Now keep in mind, I lock the bedroom door when I go to sleep at night. Jared wasn't sleeping there with me. He was working all night with Bill, you know. And so where the fuck did this thing come from? I have the lock. It's dead bolted from the inside, like one of those little chains. Nobody's coming in here, you know. It's just Teeny. Dude, that's what you told me. The second time I called home, I was explaining, I said, I have this book. Why do I keep getting rid of it? And why does it keep coming back? You're like, Teeny wants you to have it. Yeah, well, you know. You were a terrifying child. It wasn't me. This is a real life thing. So I absolutely thought that was terrifying. So I thought I left Teeny in Ohio because just the stuff that kept happening in the house was outrageous. I would have these horrible nightmares, of course, of being murdered. No, these things are not nearly as fixed as we'd like them to think they are. Yeah. Yeah, it was, it was. The house itself was utterly terrifying. So that was my experience just in that house. Now there's so much more to Teeny. Teeny did follow me in my travels throughout the country later in my life, all the way to California, followed me to Utah, followed me to Virginia, Florida, and other places. But that was some of the most intense haunting that I dealt with in my time there. And I still have nightmares about that house time to time, like where Teeny and I see his face. I see his face, his little tiny terrifying little toothy face with the little pointy teeth grinning this horrible grin at me from a dark corner of the basement of that house. Oh, your mind might have warped his perception over the years. Well, obviously, that's what he looks like in my dreams, you know. What did he look like to you? A dude. Just a dude, like an adult dude? Like an adult dude, I could pick him out of a lineup right now. Fuck me running. Got to get