"When I die of old age" I haven't listened further, but just from the nature of his work and this statement (however ironic it may be), Jon, despite his sceptic assholery, is in fact an optimist.
i love how some of the stories have overlapping characters. Like the guy who had a dream about the previous archivist was previously dating the same 'Graham' from episode 3.
@@jeemsers I was reading a thread in the dreamer episode about it and I think it's pre Graham because he had dated Graham for 6 years, which was too long for it to have been not graham
@@kctjdramapalace Yes, although as in this one, there is sometimes some overlap. There is also an overarching plot running through the series that will start to crop up soon.
I realized before I even started the episode, as soon as I read in the description that he was a catholic priest I was like "is this the same priest from burned out?" and the fact it mentioned exorcism and the dots just kind of connected themselves
I was so proud of myself for finally spotting a connection between two episodes, and then they go on and straight up say "yup, they're connected". Oh well. Also, the way he described heating up in that house reminded me of the episode with two burned men at the hospital.
lmao this is legit me in everything i watch/listen to, i'm like "wOAH a connection !" and then they basically say "these two things are obviously connected, this wasn't a subtle hint" which is why i never try and predict whats going to happen, i assume i'll find out sooner or later 😅
I thought it was odd that both the nurses were called Annie when she was first mentioned (though brushed it off due to different last names) but I was already on high alert due to this. When he mentioned the builder I knew it was linked but what I find odd is how Annie called him John not Ivo though could be a stand in name e.g. “John Doe” also the statement listed in ep 8 to be the pastors statement says it is case 0218011 but this is case 0113005 so perhaps that is the case number of part 2 or another statement just about this encounter? Not sure
I'm admittedly rather new to all of this, but I believe there is some connection between the burned men in the hospital and the mother from episode nine, with the whole pendant with a closed eye
Ok, but the "and I see the builder had managed to uproot a tree?" is so hilarious to me for some reason. like I just imagine the priest being like ??? huh?
i saw a comment on the other episode from the builder’s POV that was like “haha i imagine the priest was so confused when he looked outside and saw him uprooting the tree” lol and here we are
"I am not for you. I am marked" dang!! that got me. Interesting that both the priest and builder felt that burning sensation. I wonder if it's a typical possession trademark or the demon in the house specifically
Just something else to point out. The chant the guy in the hospital was saying mentioned the name of a sumerian demon that was said to be able to make fish boil alive in their river.
so the whole idea is that this audio is jonathan reading out edwin's written statement, yet he's unable to say "lord" and "jesus" and specifically says he's not able to "say" it, not write it. i know previous cases were written directly by the person making the statement, but i wonder if this one was a transcript of a spoken statement, if there's some Sinister Shit going on with jonathan, or if it was just an oopsie loving the podcast
I usually think that jon adds theatrical flair to the recordings but it might be that he was heavily restricted and wasnt given a pen or keyboard in fear that he have a violent outburst
The being cursed in Sumerian part reminded me of the First Aid episode honestly with the guy burning from the inside out as he kept on muttering the same incantation over and over again
My heart dropped when I realized that this was the other side of Burned Out. I was piecing it together but my brain didn’t fully process it until the tree fell. It gives me shivers all over my body man.
I love things like this, when you get a story from two different viewpoints where neither character has any idea what the other is up to. ... is what I was thinking up until “or by my successor”, at which point the sheer level of sass wiped my mind clean
ARCHIVIST Statement of Father Edwin Burroughs, regarding his claimed demonic possession. Original statement given May 30th, 2011. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins. ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT) Thank you for coming. I know that this can’t have been easy to arrange, and I appreciate the opportunity to make my statement. The Prison Service probably didn’t make it easy for you. They’re understandably hesitant to give anyone extended access to me, in case I get violent, but I’m very glad they made an exception for you. At least, assuming that you’re real. I hope you’re real, but maybe it’s that hope that’s being used against me in a cruel joke. Or maybe the joke would be that I would let that doubt cost me my only chance to tell my story. Either way, I choose to make my statement, and if you’re not real, then hopefully, no harm done. We’ll get to the cannibalism, of course, but first I just want to provide some context. I don’t know how much you work with the Church in your Institute. You may be surprised that a man of the cloth such as myself, however far from grace I may have fallen, would enlist the aid of an organisation dedicated to studying the paranormal. Well, to be honest, it’s generally kept quiet, but the Catholic Church is not against belief in the supernatural outside of the official doctrine. Demons, ghosts, black magic… It’s generally up to the individual how much they believe in these things, and I believe that very much of what you research is real. Dangerous, but real. I’ve always seen the Devil’s work as a very tangible thing, and those priests who might speak of them as metaphor or symbol are, I fear, often placing themselves and their parishioners in a position of peril. Sorry, this is becoming a homily. It’s just been some time since I’ve had a chance to express myself like this; I almost don’t care if it is on one of Its phantasms. So it was only natural, I suppose, that it was relatively early in my vocation as a priest that I trained as an exorcist. It’s not something all that special really, every diocese should have a trained exorcist available, or failing that a bishop can do it, but nine times out of ten the duties of an exorcist are to recommend a good psychiatrist, doctor or substance abuse program, and bishops don’t usually have time for that. I was an exorcist for the Diocese of Oxford when this all happened. I trained as a Jesuit, so I was used to moving about a lot, but I was at Oxford from about 2005 right through to my arrest in 2009. There were two exorcists in the diocese, myself and an old Augustinian by the name of Father Harrogate. I would ask as a favour that you not follow up with him; he plays no part in what happened to me and would, I think, be upset by any reminder of my actions. In my time I have performed just over one hundred exorcisms, with varying degrees of success. It was relatively rare that it felt like much more than a blessing or a prayer. It still helped in most cases, but as one of the most common types of possession is not The Exorcist-style of speaking in a demonic tongue and floating off the bed, but rather that of an unnatural depression, it was often hard to be sure. It is difficult to say how many were devout believers who came to us with a very natural depression, and simply preferred to look to the Church than to counselling or medicine. Even those were helped to some degree, I believe, even if only as a placebo. On a few occasions, though I did encounter things that served to firm up my belief in the Devil and my faith in my Lo- my L- I’m sorry, It won’t let me say the words. It won’t let me pray either, but I hope I will not be judged too harshly for it on the final day. As I was saying, there were times when I felt things pushing back. I was once cursed at in Sumerian by a young man who was utterly illiterate, and had the names of my childhood pets thrown at me by an old Jamaican man. I will admit that there were times that I have been very afraid of what I was trying to remove, but I always had faith in Je- I always had faith. None of it prepared me for what happened on Bullingdon Road, though. That was something else entirely. I was doing some work at the Catholic chaplaincy in Saint Aldates, generally trying to help the spiritual well-being of the students who came to us, when Father Singh, one of the other priests working there, came to me. He said he had a student from Saint Hugh’s asking after an exorcism, and wanted to refer her to me. I told him of course, and he set up a meeting between us. The student’s name was Bethany O’Connor, and much of what she told me was under the seal of confession, something I will not break even now, so suffice it to say she believed that she was no longer in control of her own mind. Even as we talked, she spent much of her time looking around or staring into my eyes with what I can only describe as pointed suspicion. Bethany told me that her will was still her own but she could no longer trust her senses, and had found herself doing much that she did not understand. I remember one moment very clearly, in our second meeting I believe. We were taking a walk around the botanical gardens, as she said it calmed her when talking of her problem. She reached into her bag, took out what appeared to be a small slab of stone, slate, I think, and started to lift it to her mouth as if to eat it. I asked her what she was doing, and she stopped, looked at the rock she held in her hand, and threw it away before bursting into tears. She told me that it felt like something was in her head, changing what she saw and felt and thought. I asked when this had started, and she told me it was after she had moved out of her college halls and into a house on Bullingdon Road with her friends. I suggested that perhaps it had something to do with the stresses of entering second year, but she insisted it was something to do with the house. Finally, after several discussions, I agreed to look over the house and perform a small blessing in case there was anything wrong with the place, spiritually speaking. It was a cold morning in December, near the end of Michaelmas term, when I visited 89 Bullingdon Road. It was an old house, though not so old as to be unusual in that part of Oxford, and had clearly once been a small family house, now partitioned by the lettings agency to house as many students as possible. Bethany told me that there were six of them living there at the time. I went around the house, looking for signs of anything amiss but found nothing that seemed out of the ordinary. Bethany kept asking me if I “felt any evil” in the house, and I tried to explain to her that priests unfortunately don’t have the power to simply sense the presence of evil. I didn’t realise how unfortunate that was, at least not until we got her room. It was on the first floor at the back of the house, and was a long, thin bedroom, easily the biggest. It was adorned in typical student fashion with movie posters and flat-pack bookshelves, but my attention was immediately taken by a large patch of wall where the wallpaper had been crudely hacked away to reveal the bare brickwork underneath. Written there, in faded blue paint, was a single word: Mentis. I’d been out of seminary for some years at this point, and had never been one for the Latin Mass, but I still knew the word for ‘mind’. My immediate assumption was that Bethany had painted it in some sort of mania, but looking closer, I saw that the paint was far too old to have been done since she moved in. It looked more as though it had been painted on the wall and then covered up with layers of wallpaper over the years, until finally being unearthed by stripping it away. What was slightly more concerning, was that watching Bethany pace around the room, following my gaze with some confusion, was that she didn’t seem able to see it. When I asked her what the word on the wall meant to her, she looked at me as though I was talking nonsense. I didn’t seem like there was much more to be gained there at that point, so I performed a short blessing over the place, took some photographs, and told Bethany that I would have to come back later once I’d looked into a few things. She seemed disappointed there wasn’t anything more immediate that I was doing, but didn’t try to argue. And so I left what would turn out to be my first visit to the house on Bullingdon Road, calling Father Singh to arrange a meeting the next day where we could discuss whether to attempt a full exorcism.
It was at that meeting that I got the call from the hospital. Bethany had been admitted with severe facial lacerations and was asking to see me immediately. I made my way to the John Radcliffe as soon as I was able and was surprised to see two police officers standing near her bed. I was met by Anne Willett, the nurse who Bethany had asked to call me. I knew Annie a bit already, as she’d attended the church where I ministered and I recognised her from the congregation. She explained to me that Bethany had apparently attempted to attack one of her housemates with a kitchen knife, and in the ensuing struggle ended up falling head first into a full-length mirror, cutting herself very badly. I was, to put it mildly, somewhat taken aback. This was such an escalation from what Bethany had described before, and I was starting to fear that if I didn’t manage to do something the poor girl would most likely end up locked away somewhere. Annie was convinced that an exorcism was the only way, and so finally, I agreed to do so. I had already got permission from the Bishop, but that was before Bethany’s hospitalisation, and I would have preferred to discuss it with him. Still, it was clear she was getting worse and I decided to take a risk and try it anyway. It was a stupid risk to take. I was cocky and complacent, full of spiritual pride and an eagerness to test my faith against whatever was inside of Bethany’s soul, not even considering that I might be risking it. Still, I have paid dearly for my hubris. We waited until the police had taken their statements and left, and then I set up and began the exorcism. It went… unusually. There was no resistance from Bethany, almost no reaction at all, and in many parts of the ceremony where in my experience there was usually a response either from the demon, or at least the victim, there was instead just… silence, as she stared at me with a look, almost seemed like pity. Annie just stood in the corner, watching and clearly eager to help, despite the fear I saw in her eyes. At last, Bethany locked eyes with me and slowly shook her head. “I’m so sorry,” she said, “It wants your faith.” Without warning she began to convulse. Thrashing in obvious pain. I tried to continue the ritual, but the doctors pushed passed me, desperately trying to help Bethany as blood began to pour from her mouth where she had bitten into her tongue. In the end they couldn’t save her. Brain haemorrhage, they said, probably from the blow to head when she hit the mirror and they just hadn’t spotted it. I was asked to leave in no uncertain terms, and the doctors made it very clear that I may not have been the one that hit her in the head, but they held me very much accountable for her death. I was also given a very thorough dressing down by my Bishop, who told me to take a step back and leave the exorcisms to Father Harrogate for some time. Annie almost got suspended over the matter, but in the end was spared further disciplinary action, as she had been simply passing on the wishes of the patient. And for a couple of years that was it. I felt a great deal of guilt over my involvement with Bethany’s death, and I started to drink more than I had before. I was never, I think, in danger of becoming an alcoholic, as most of the priests I worked with had done work with substance abusers - not to mention the fact that priests are certainly not immune to alcoholism - and would have picked up on the warning signs. But they did express concern over the occasional disappearance of bottles of sacramental wine. At the time, I was sure it wasn’t me. I preferred scotch, and the Muscatel wine they bought had never really been to my taste, but looking back, I can’t really be sure what I was drinking. I know it’s something of a jump from unwittingly stealing holy wine to my later crimes, but I’m trying my best to fit this into a relatively coherent narrative. Apart from that, the years passed uneventfully, and I was starting to feel like I’d put the whole affair behind me. Until I got a call from Annie. She said that a gentleman had been admitted to the John Radcliffe after having something of a scare in a house up on Hill Top Road. I explained to her that I wasn’t performing exorcisms at the moment, and said she should talk to Father Harrogate. She assured me it wouldn’t need a full exorcism, and if I did we could bring him in, but she didn’t know or trust Father Harrogate, but just wanted my opinion. Finally, after a lot of pestering, I agreed to pay a visit to the house. It was late when I got there, and starting to get very cold. The whole affair was starting to bring back some less than pleasant memories of my arrival at Bullingdon Road all those years ago. I was also a bit annoyed at Annie for not mentioning that the house was still under construction, not only making it unlikely to be the haunt of demons or spirits, but also meaning that the coat I had brought along would be somewhat inadequate against the chill in a house without windows. I knocked on the door and one of the builders opened it. I forget his name, I’m afraid, something Polish I think, or maybe Czech? He seemed confused at first as to why I was there, but I explained and it turned out he was the one that had been treated by Annie at the hospital. She had not mentioned the builder’s possible schizophrenia to me, but I began to fear that this may be a waste of time. Still, I had a look around and asked the builder questions about the place. He certainly did have an interesting story, but I was unsure of how much of it I believed. Eventually, I decided that I’d seen enough and that there didn’t seem to be any malicious presence here. The builder was looking at me in such a way as to make me hesitant to tell him that, so I decided I would at least give the place a quick prayer or blessing. I asked him to wait outside, though. Something in his manner was a bit off-putting and I felt uncomfortable with him watching me like a hawk, as though I were about to vanish at any moment. He headed into the back garden, and I was alone in the house. I moved into the hallway and began to pray, praying for protection and sprinkling holy water around from a flask I carry on me in these situations. As I spoke the words I felt something… alarming. I was starting to grow very hot, as though the room was heating up very rapidly. I looked around for the source of the heat, but the radiators hadn’t been installed yet and I couldn’t see anything else that might be warming the room. It continued, though, and soon I was sweating through my shirt. I began to cough, and I could smell smoke, even though I couldn’t see any or any fire, for that matter. I fell to one knee and choked back a scream as I felt my skin begin to crackle and burn. I began to pray again for protection, not for the place this time, but for me. As I did, I felt… something answer me. And yet, I cannot stress this enough: what answered was not G- God. It wasn’t Him. Something else answered my call for protection. I felt my lips move. They made no sound that I could hear, but I felt them form every syllable. “I am not for you. I am marked.” The heat slowed in its increase but it did not stop. My mouth continued to speak for me, when I heard the sound of a car engine outside and a great crash. Instantly, the feeling was gone, as though it were never there, and looking out, I saw the builder had managed to uproot a tree from the back garden. I sat there for a while catching my breath, and when he came back inside, I told him I had completed the prayers and excused myself quickly. It was the first time I had experienced - ARCHIVIST Statement ends. Unfortunately, this statement as it stands is incomplete, and stops at this point. It does not appear to be the actual end of the document, so I have hopes that the rest is simply misfiled somewhere else in the archives. If this is the case, I will record and add that part when it is found, either by myself or, given the scale of the Archive’s mismanagement, by my successor when I pass away from old age. With this in mind, all but the most preliminary of investigations into this statement are being put on hold until the rest is found. Most of the details do appear to be correct and match the statement given by Mr. Ivo Lensik in 2007. We did find Father Burroughs’ arrest record, though, and I am very curious to see how the events recounted here could have led to the incident in 2009, wherein he apparently murdered two first year university students following Sunday Mass, and then peeled off and ate most of their skin. End recording.
Here I am, listening to this at work. 3 minutes in an ad pops up. But I was *convinced* for like... 10 seconds that it was another "John is interrupted" moment. Or that some spirit hijacked the recorder.
I can't believe that it was only at the tree mention that I realized it was the house from the episode about, well the house in construction and the tree. I'm really bad at names. (though, ironically, at the start of the episode I wondered if the priest was the one from the tree episode)
@@lauraperic5596 it has to be the same house tho. Between the builder having a history of schizophrenia and knocking down the tree, plus it being hot. It’s totally the same house.
i am so proud of myself for getting the connection as soon as "a house on Hilltop Road" was mentioned, considering i don't note down anything. gosh this podcast makes you feel a myriad of feelings.
When it said "exorcist" I immediately thought of the episode of the house. Also connected Annie straight away (thanks to the fact that I'm paying a lot of attention while listening knowing that names/places are important). That's so well written 😍
@@Quick-Silver206 I'm British, so I got no presidential ads at all! Though everyone on social media was pestering me to vote. I can't blithering vote; I don't live there! Ha ha. Oh, and don't get me started on TikTok ads.
@@fiddlesticksmeow6269 Haha, my friend you are lucky to avoid the presidential pissing contest. Plus you can probably travel to Warhammer World quicker than I so, I further the notion that you are lucky.
@@Quick-Silver206 Oh, don't worry, I've heard all about it. It makes me wonder how either of them can be considered professionals - no offence. Most of the Americans I've met would make better presidents than either of the current candidates. Mate, I can WALK to Warhammer World. My housemate works there! Ha ha ha. Nice to see my city is known for something.
I REMEMBERED ANNIE YALL I REMEMBERED HER!!! this episode is my favourite by far, especially because of the connection. like it's right up in the face unlike the other ones
Omg, that's the priest that visited the builder in burned away :O. He mentioned Annie and a builder with potential schizophrenia and a house under construction. Just got to the part with the tree, which just confirms it even more.
Statement of Orion Carroway, regarding their claim of a TMA video mysteriously appearing in their ASMR playlist, given 10 months ago. Recording by Hiraeth Leviosa, amateur archivist of the Home Bedroom Institute, exact location classified. Statement begins.
Wait, a nurse named Annie calling the church to check out something supernatural. Ringing any bells for other people too? 😨 This podcast yall. Edit: Nevermind, they got to it!
I've literally binged this so far and mentally noted reoccurring characters and themes but for some reason it took me until the tree being uprooted I noticed that this is the POV of the priest from the other story lol
Desolation is the one in the house, but since he said he was "already marked" and "not for you", then the one from the start isn't it. But I agree that Distortion and Flesh fit really well
i just starting listening to these on halloween, thanks to my partner introducing me to em. I love how they connect to one another some more subtle than others. So wish these had kept going after 200.
ooooh boy the priest's pov on the hill top road incident! catholic guilt is a hell of a drug, so I'm interested to find out what mix of that + genuine supernatural bullshit will lead to accidental(?) cannibalism, assuming we hear the rest of the statement in a future episode. I kind of love that while this provides a different perspective on what happened in Burned Out, it doesn't answer any questions, and instead just raises more! what was speaking to father burroughs? why did pulling up the bleeding tree make it voice/heat go away?
I don't see anyone else talking about this so I'm not sure if I misunderstood/forgot a particular detail about the story or if maybe other ppl just didn't pay attention to it. Here it goes: In the Burned Out episode, after the builder uprooted the tree, found the box, apple, spiders etc, didn't he say that the priest came outside to meet him? But in this episode the father is saying that it's the builder who came inside the house to check on him again. Did I misremember the details from the previous recording or is this a real detail that's been swapped, meaning someone or both of them is/are lying, kind of like the unreliable narrator from the caving episode?
Well shit, idr, I think? Have to re-listen then, but also maybe neither are lying necessarily, but simply have memory retrieval failure, like distorted memory or misremebering details. Could be various reasons not fully processing what they've been thru, but they believe it's all true
Here I am doing today's Wordle (No. 1196), at 2AM staring at it one guess in, when 5:24 happens and I type in FAITH on a whim, and it's correct. I got chills wtf are the odds of that.
So... can the priest not say/write Jesus or Lord and Johnathan is just saying what is written Is it a transcript of a spoken statement Or has Johnathan done some shit.
I think it starts with the spiral - the thing messing with his mind - but he gets attacked by the desolation at hilltop and then the spiral saves him by claiming him as already marked for itself, not the desolation
I didn't notice the connection to episode 8 (as I was somewhat distracted while listening to that one) but I did notice the "burning sensation" mentioned here as being similar to the First Aid episode. Skimming these comments I've already exposed myself to some light spoilers but I'm still looking forward to seeing how it all connects.
I KNEW THE NAMES SOUNDED FAMILIAR I JUST WASNT SURE lol I was like: - a priest, all right. that names sounds familiar... builder? no it cant be... Oh my gods, it is!
Everybody gangsta till a character/theme reoccurs
Yup
ITS THE OTHER PERSPECTIVE
"thank you for meeting me. i am thankful that i was able to get a meeting with you. we'll get to the cannibalism"
respectfully what in the hell
"WHO THE FUCK STARTS A CONVERSATION LIKE THAT I JUST SAT DOWN."
Oh, you had me at "we'll get to the cannibalism, of course"
A DEMON PRIEST????? IS IT CHRISTMAS AGAIN ALREADY?
saving the best for last eh
@Lepitorus Very nearly! Give it 25 days or so.
Bruh when he said that I was like "The what???"
I was watching this one before school and had to wait till it ended, because they did not get to the cannibalism in this one
A TREE WAS UPROOTED IN THE BACK GARDEN, I REPEAT, A TREE WAS UPROOTED IN THE BACK GARDEN
WASN’T THAT IN ANOTHER EPISODE
WHERE THERE WAS A BOX UNDER THE TREE
OH MY GOD
@@maydayduckie1264 OH SHIT
BY A BUILDER AS WELL AHABSHSHJSNDJS
@@cosmicmoth656 And the builder went to an exorcist!
*WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO*
"When I die of old age" I haven't listened further, but just from the nature of his work and this statement (however ironic it may be), Jon, despite his sceptic assholery, is in fact an optimist.
This is hilarious, for multiple reasons
@@nateds7326 Hah, I guess it is.
This comment shouldn’t have been how I know Jon dies.
@@rhyelm What?
I mean... Everybody dies eventually? Mostly?
Oh Hey caw.
Wait that's the same man from the construction and the priest that the nurse called to help him. How crazy
i love how some of the stories have overlapping characters. Like the guy who had a dream about the previous archivist was previously dating the same 'Graham' from episode 3.
Wait what! I didn't catch that but you're right! Holy crap!!!
@@dawhandaonli5925 I'm pretty sure it was "not-graham", since the events of that story take place after it's takeover. Even more interesting imo
Jamie Jablonka he said he had been broken up from him for a while. Maybe he dated pre-“Across the street”
@@jeemsers I was reading a thread in the dreamer episode about it and I think it's pre Graham because he had dated Graham for 6 years, which was too long for it to have been not graham
You know some really heavy shit is going to happen when you see it's a two-parter.
Also when a character/theme shows up again
"When I die of old age." Oh Jonathan, hope does spring eternal, doesn't it
Is each number a different story?
@@kctjdramapalace Yes, although as in this one, there is sometimes some overlap. There is also an overarching plot running through the series that will start to crop up soon.
fuck dude it sure did 😭😭😭
"when I die of old age" .... :'( oh archivist.
Hello dally!
"We'll get to the cannibalism of course" Welp that's how you start some small talk.
thats my kind of smalltalk
15:22 "Possible Schizophrenia." ...WAIT A SECOND
This is the same Priest from #8 Burned Out, OH SH-
I realized before I even started the episode, as soon as I read in the description that he was a catholic priest I was like "is this the same priest from burned out?" and the fact it mentioned exorcism and the dots just kind of connected themselves
we noticed once he reached the house under construction
I was so proud of myself for finally spotting a connection between two episodes, and then they go on and straight up say "yup, they're connected". Oh well.
Also, the way he described heating up in that house reminded me of the episode with two burned men at the hospital.
lmao this is legit me in everything i watch/listen to, i'm like "wOAH a connection !" and then they basically say "these two things are obviously connected, this wasn't a subtle hint" which is why i never try and predict whats going to happen, i assume i'll find out sooner or later 😅
And the burning in Burned Out is also similar.
I thought it was odd that both the nurses were called Annie when she was first mentioned (though brushed it off due to different last names) but I was already on high alert due to this. When he mentioned the builder I knew it was linked but what I find odd is how Annie called him John not Ivo though could be a stand in name e.g. “John Doe” also the statement listed in ep 8 to be the pastors statement says it is case 0218011 but this is case 0113005 so perhaps that is the case number of part 2 or another statement just about this encounter? Not sure
I'm admittedly rather new to all of this, but I believe there is some connection between the burned men in the hospital and the mother from episode nine, with the whole pendant with a closed eye
Edwin: "We'll get to the cannibalism, of course..."
Me: "Of course. Wait...what?"
Can I interest you in a ham sandwich?
Ok, but the "and I see the builder had managed to uproot a tree?" is so hilarious to me for some reason. like I just imagine the priest being like ??? huh?
i saw a comment on the other episode from the builder’s POV that was like “haha i imagine the priest was so confused when he looked outside and saw him uprooting the tree” lol and here we are
"I am not for you. I am marked" dang!! that got me.
Interesting that both the priest and builder felt that burning sensation. I wonder if it's a typical possession trademark or the demon in the house specifically
Also the people in the hospital in First Aid were also burnt.
Just something else to point out. The chant the guy in the hospital was saying mentioned the name of a sumerian demon that was said to be able to make fish boil alive in their river.
this the comment i been looking for
"I'm so sorry. It wants your faith."
That bit also got me
theyre connected . its not just a possession thing
As soon as he said 'Schizophrenia' i was like- 'OH'
The fact it has two parts makes you know it's going to be good.
THE BUILDER UPROOTING THE TREE!!! YES!! SO THE BUILDER HELPED THE PRIEST!
so the whole idea is that this audio is jonathan reading out edwin's written statement, yet he's unable to say "lord" and "jesus" and specifically says he's not able to "say" it, not write it. i know previous cases were written directly by the person making the statement, but i wonder if this one was a transcript of a spoken statement, if there's some Sinister Shit going on with jonathan, or if it was just an oopsie
loving the podcast
I usually think that jon adds theatrical flair to the recordings but it might be that he was heavily restricted and wasnt given a pen or keyboard in fear that he have a violent outburst
From what was said at the beginning I assuming that old archivist visited him at the prison and write down his statment
I figured that some are written statements and some are transcripts, but it’s not quite specified
Amelthon dude there is some real darkness in the man-im not going to spoil what up with the fella but you will love it
did he not say God at some point though?
Thet is the priest from chapter 8 - "Burn out"😶
and wasn't there also a nurse named Annie? it's the same town, the same hospital
@@zhyza I think it's the same event from two different perspectives
@@thecynicalone7655 but nobody was moved into the house by then
The being cursed in Sumerian part reminded me of the First Aid episode honestly with the guy burning from the inside out as he kept on muttering the same incantation over and over again
This is also the priest who look after and close to the girl in "Alone"
When you hear how these episodes can connect to one another and from different perspectives is so satisfying and mind blowing.
Going over the series once you've finished is such a mind bender, seeing all the connections. Even really subtle ones
@@Erynwithawhy13 RIGHT
I lose focus for one second and when I get back I hear "blood pouring from her mouth" I love this show
My heart dropped when I realized that this was the other side of Burned Out. I was piecing it together but my brain didn’t fully process it until the tree fell. It gives me shivers all over my body man.
I have faith in J.. In jjjjj
yeah I have faith
This part was just sad.
I love things like this, when you get a story from two different viewpoints where neither character has any idea what the other is up to.
... is what I was thinking up until “or by my successor”, at which point the sheer level of sass wiped my mind clean
Proud of myself for hearing annie the nurse and immediately going "huh thats familiar" and then its connected
ARCHIVIST
Statement of Father Edwin Burroughs, regarding his claimed demonic possession. Original statement given May 30th, 2011. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.
Statement begins.
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
Thank you for coming. I know that this can’t have been easy to arrange, and I appreciate the opportunity to make my statement. The Prison Service probably didn’t make it easy for you. They’re understandably hesitant to give anyone extended access to me, in case I get violent, but I’m very glad they made an exception for you. At least, assuming that you’re real. I hope you’re real, but maybe it’s that hope that’s being used against me in a cruel joke. Or maybe the joke would be that I would let that doubt cost me my only chance to tell my story. Either way, I choose to make my statement, and if you’re not real, then hopefully, no harm done.
We’ll get to the cannibalism, of course, but first I just want to provide some context. I don’t know how much you work with the Church in your Institute. You may be surprised that a man of the cloth such as myself, however far from grace I may have fallen, would enlist the aid of an organisation dedicated to studying the paranormal. Well, to be honest, it’s generally kept quiet, but the Catholic Church is not against belief in the supernatural outside of the official doctrine. Demons, ghosts, black magic… It’s generally up to the individual how much they believe in these things, and I believe that very much of what you research is real. Dangerous, but real. I’ve always seen the Devil’s work as a very tangible thing, and those priests who might speak of them as metaphor or symbol are, I fear, often placing themselves and their parishioners in a position of peril. Sorry, this is becoming a homily. It’s just been some time since I’ve had a chance to express myself like this; I almost don’t care if it is on one of Its phantasms.
So it was only natural, I suppose, that it was relatively early in my vocation as a priest that I trained as an exorcist. It’s not something all that special really, every diocese should have a trained exorcist available, or failing that a bishop can do it, but nine times out of ten the duties of an exorcist are to recommend a good psychiatrist, doctor or substance abuse program, and bishops don’t usually have time for that.
I was an exorcist for the Diocese of Oxford when this all happened. I trained as a Jesuit, so I was used to moving about a lot, but I was at Oxford from about 2005 right through to my arrest in 2009. There were two exorcists in the diocese, myself and an old Augustinian by the name of Father Harrogate. I would ask as a favour that you not follow up with him; he plays no part in what happened to me and would, I think, be upset by any reminder of my actions.
In my time I have performed just over one hundred exorcisms, with varying degrees of success. It was relatively rare that it felt like much more than a blessing or a prayer. It still helped in most cases, but as one of the most common types of possession is not The Exorcist-style of speaking in a demonic tongue and floating off the bed, but rather that of an unnatural depression, it was often hard to be sure. It is difficult to say how many were devout believers who came to us with a very natural depression, and simply preferred to look to the Church than to counselling or medicine. Even those were helped to some degree, I believe, even if only as a placebo. On a few occasions, though I did encounter things that served to firm up my belief in the Devil and my faith in my Lo- my L- I’m sorry, It won’t let me say the words. It won’t let me pray either, but I hope I will not be judged too harshly for it on the final day.
As I was saying, there were times when I felt things pushing back. I was once cursed at in Sumerian by a young man who was utterly illiterate, and had the names of my childhood pets thrown at me by an old Jamaican man. I will admit that there were times that I have been very afraid of what I was trying to remove, but I always had faith in Je- I always had faith. None of it prepared me for what happened on Bullingdon Road, though. That was something else entirely.
I was doing some work at the Catholic chaplaincy in Saint Aldates, generally trying to help the spiritual well-being of the students who came to us, when Father Singh, one of the other priests working there, came to me. He said he had a student from Saint Hugh’s asking after an exorcism, and wanted to refer her to me. I told him of course, and he set up a meeting between us. The student’s name was Bethany O’Connor, and much of what she told me was under the seal of confession, something I will not break even now, so suffice it to say she believed that she was no longer in control of her own mind.
Even as we talked, she spent much of her time looking around or staring into my eyes with what I can only describe as pointed suspicion. Bethany told me that her will was still her own but she could no longer trust her senses, and had found herself doing much that she did not understand.
I remember one moment very clearly, in our second meeting I believe. We were taking a walk around the botanical gardens, as she said it calmed her when talking of her problem. She reached into her bag, took out what appeared to be a small slab of stone, slate, I think, and started to lift it to her mouth as if to eat it. I asked her what she was doing, and she stopped, looked at the rock she held in her hand, and threw it away before bursting into tears. She told me that it felt like something was in her head, changing what she saw and felt and thought.
I asked when this had started, and she told me it was after she had moved out of her college halls and into a house on Bullingdon Road with her friends. I suggested that perhaps it had something to do with the stresses of entering second year, but she insisted it was something to do with the house. Finally, after several discussions, I agreed to look over the house and perform a small blessing in case there was anything wrong with the place, spiritually speaking.
It was a cold morning in December, near the end of Michaelmas term, when I visited 89 Bullingdon Road. It was an old house, though not so old as to be unusual in that part of Oxford, and had clearly once been a small family house, now partitioned by the lettings agency to house as many students as possible. Bethany told me that there were six of them living there at the time. I went around the house, looking for signs of anything amiss but found nothing that seemed out of the ordinary. Bethany kept asking me if I “felt any evil” in the house, and I tried to explain to her that priests unfortunately don’t have the power to simply sense the presence of evil.
I didn’t realise how unfortunate that was, at least not until we got her room. It was on the first floor at the back of the house, and was a long, thin bedroom, easily the biggest. It was adorned in typical student fashion with movie posters and flat-pack bookshelves, but my attention was immediately taken by a large patch of wall where the wallpaper had been crudely hacked away to reveal the bare brickwork underneath. Written there, in faded blue paint, was a single word: Mentis.
I’d been out of seminary for some years at this point, and had never been one for the Latin Mass, but I still knew the word for ‘mind’. My immediate assumption was that Bethany had painted it in some sort of mania, but looking closer, I saw that the paint was far too old to have been done since she moved in. It looked more as though it had been painted on the wall and then covered up with layers of wallpaper over the years, until finally being unearthed by stripping it away.
What was slightly more concerning, was that watching Bethany pace around the room, following my gaze with some confusion, was that she didn’t seem able to see it. When I asked her what the word on the wall meant to her, she looked at me as though I was talking nonsense.
I didn’t seem like there was much more to be gained there at that point, so I performed a short blessing over the place, took some photographs, and told Bethany that I would have to come back later once I’d looked into a few things. She seemed disappointed there wasn’t anything more immediate that I was doing, but didn’t try to argue. And so I left what would turn out to be my first visit to the house on Bullingdon Road, calling Father Singh to arrange a meeting the next day where we could discuss whether to attempt a full exorcism.
It was at that meeting that I got the call from the hospital. Bethany had been admitted with severe facial lacerations and was asking to see me immediately. I made my way to the John Radcliffe as soon as I was able and was surprised to see two police officers standing near her bed. I was met by Anne Willett, the nurse who Bethany had asked to call me. I knew Annie a bit already, as she’d attended the church where I ministered and I recognised her from the congregation. She explained to me that Bethany had apparently attempted to attack one of her housemates with a kitchen knife, and in the ensuing struggle ended up falling head first into a full-length mirror, cutting herself very badly.
I was, to put it mildly, somewhat taken aback. This was such an escalation from what Bethany had described before, and I was starting to fear that if I didn’t manage to do something the poor girl would most likely end up locked away somewhere. Annie was convinced that an exorcism was the only way, and so finally, I agreed to do so. I had already got permission from the Bishop, but that was before Bethany’s hospitalisation, and I would have preferred to discuss it with him. Still, it was clear she was getting worse and I decided to take a risk and try it anyway.
It was a stupid risk to take. I was cocky and complacent, full of spiritual pride and an eagerness to test my faith against whatever was inside of Bethany’s soul, not even considering that I might be risking it. Still, I have paid dearly for my hubris.
We waited until the police had taken their statements and left, and then I set up and began the exorcism. It went… unusually. There was no resistance from Bethany, almost no reaction at all, and in many parts of the ceremony where in my experience there was usually a response either from the demon, or at least the victim, there was instead just… silence, as she stared at me with a look, almost seemed like pity. Annie just stood in the corner, watching and clearly eager to help, despite the fear I saw in her eyes. At last, Bethany locked eyes with me and slowly shook her head. “I’m so sorry,” she said, “It wants your faith.”
Without warning she began to convulse. Thrashing in obvious pain. I tried to continue the ritual, but the doctors pushed passed me, desperately trying to help Bethany as blood began to pour from her mouth where she had bitten into her tongue. In the end they couldn’t save her. Brain haemorrhage, they said, probably from the blow to head when she hit the mirror and they just hadn’t spotted it.
I was asked to leave in no uncertain terms, and the doctors made it very clear that I may not have been the one that hit her in the head, but they held me very much accountable for her death. I was also given a very thorough dressing down by my Bishop, who told me to take a step back and leave the exorcisms to Father Harrogate for some time. Annie almost got suspended over the matter, but in the end was spared further disciplinary action, as she had been simply passing on the wishes of the patient.
And for a couple of years that was it. I felt a great deal of guilt over my involvement with Bethany’s death, and I started to drink more than I had before. I was never, I think, in danger of becoming an alcoholic, as most of the priests I worked with had done work with substance abusers - not to mention the fact that priests are certainly not immune to alcoholism - and would have picked up on the warning signs. But they did express concern over the occasional disappearance of bottles of sacramental wine. At the time, I was sure it wasn’t me. I preferred scotch, and the Muscatel wine they bought had never really been to my taste, but looking back, I can’t really be sure what I was drinking. I know it’s something of a jump from unwittingly stealing holy wine to my later crimes, but I’m trying my best to fit this into a relatively coherent narrative.
Apart from that, the years passed uneventfully, and I was starting to feel like I’d put the whole affair behind me. Until I got a call from Annie. She said that a gentleman had been admitted to the John Radcliffe after having something of a scare in a house up on Hill Top Road. I explained to her that I wasn’t performing exorcisms at the moment, and said she should talk to Father Harrogate. She assured me it wouldn’t need a full exorcism, and if I did we could bring him in, but she didn’t know or trust Father Harrogate, but just wanted my opinion. Finally, after a lot of pestering, I agreed to pay a visit to the house.
It was late when I got there, and starting to get very cold. The whole affair was starting to bring back some less than pleasant memories of my arrival at Bullingdon Road all those years ago. I was also a bit annoyed at Annie for not mentioning that the house was still under construction, not only making it unlikely to be the haunt of demons or spirits, but also meaning that the coat I had brought along would be somewhat inadequate against the chill in a house without windows.
I knocked on the door and one of the builders opened it. I forget his name, I’m afraid, something Polish I think, or maybe Czech? He seemed confused at first as to why I was there, but I explained and it turned out he was the one that had been treated by Annie at the hospital. She had not mentioned the builder’s possible schizophrenia to me, but I began to fear that this may be a waste of time. Still, I had a look around and asked the builder questions about the place. He certainly did have an interesting story, but I was unsure of how much of it I believed.
Eventually, I decided that I’d seen enough and that there didn’t seem to be any malicious presence here. The builder was looking at me in such a way as to make me hesitant to tell him that, so I decided I would at least give the place a quick prayer or blessing. I asked him to wait outside, though. Something in his manner was a bit off-putting and I felt uncomfortable with him watching me like a hawk, as though I were about to vanish at any moment.
He headed into the back garden, and I was alone in the house. I moved into the hallway and began to pray, praying for protection and sprinkling holy water around from a flask I carry on me in these situations.
As I spoke the words I felt something… alarming. I was starting to grow very hot, as though the room was heating up very rapidly. I looked around for the source of the heat, but the radiators hadn’t been installed yet and I couldn’t see anything else that might be warming the room. It continued, though, and soon I was sweating through my shirt. I began to cough, and I could smell smoke, even though I couldn’t see any or any fire, for that matter.
I fell to one knee and choked back a scream as I felt my skin begin to crackle and burn. I began to pray again for protection, not for the place this time, but for me. As I did, I felt… something answer me. And yet, I cannot stress this enough: what answered was not G- God. It wasn’t Him. Something else answered my call for protection. I felt my lips move. They made no sound that I could hear, but I felt them form every syllable. “I am not for you. I am marked.”
The heat slowed in its increase but it did not stop. My mouth continued to speak for me, when I heard the sound of a car engine outside and a great crash. Instantly, the feeling was gone, as though it were never there, and looking out, I saw the builder had managed to uproot a tree from the back garden. I sat there for a while catching my breath, and when he came back inside, I told him I had completed the prayers and excused myself quickly. It was the first time I had experienced -
ARCHIVIST
Statement ends.
Unfortunately, this statement as it stands is incomplete, and stops at this point. It does not appear to be the actual end of the document, so I have hopes that the rest is simply misfiled somewhere else in the archives. If this is the case, I will record and add that part when it is found, either by myself or, given the scale of the Archive’s mismanagement, by my successor when I pass away from old age.
With this in mind, all but the most preliminary of investigations into this statement are being put on hold until the rest is found. Most of the details do appear to be correct and match the statement given by Mr. Ivo Lensik in 2007. We did find Father Burroughs’ arrest record, though, and I am very curious to see how the events recounted here could have led to the incident in 2009, wherein he apparently murdered two first year university students following Sunday Mass, and then peeled off and ate most of their skin.
End recording.
Petra Iván thank you
You are welcome! ;)
@@petraivan6778 thanks for the transcript!
@@fulgrs6591 you're welcome :)
Here I am, listening to this at work. 3 minutes in an ad pops up. But I was *convinced* for like... 10 seconds that it was another "John is interrupted" moment. Or that some spirit hijacked the recorder.
as soon as he mentioned he’s a priest that does exorcisms, i knew that it was connected to the builder man
I can't believe that it was only at the tree mention that I realized it was the house from the episode about, well the house in construction and the tree. I'm really bad at names. (though, ironically, at the start of the episode I wondered if the priest was the one from the tree episode)
Same man, you're not the only one
i think you're talking about burned out but i think that addresses are different
I realized as soon as he said hilltop road i just went HOLD UP!!!
@@lauraperic5596 it has to be the same house tho. Between the builder having a history of schizophrenia and knocking down the tree, plus it being hot. It’s totally the same house.
We're starting to get into the fun shiiiiit! I heard "Annie" and knew we were getting into diverging stories territory
Gotta have that skin. Cronch cronch am I right?
Monch 👄
Yummy yummy skin :)
tasty
H o m e s t u ck
@@bonniecornelius3836 UR PFP NOOOOO KK WHY
i am so proud of myself for getting the connection as soon as "a house on Hilltop Road" was mentioned, considering i don't note down anything. gosh this podcast makes you feel a myriad of feelings.
"We'll get to the cannibalism" ah, this is going to be a fun one
When the plottwist happened I was really shocked. Great storytelling
Bro, the intro was all scratchy through my headphones, and it added to the spook for literally no reason.
When it said "exorcist" I immediately thought of the episode of the house. Also connected Annie straight away (thanks to the fact that I'm paying a lot of attention while listening knowing that names/places are important). That's so well written 😍
I've never gotten an ad about religious organizations. Half way through this video I got an ad about Catholicism.
They advertise, these days? Wow. I sort of want to see these adverts now. It'd make a change from hospitals and fricking Simply Piano.
@@fiddlesticksmeow6269 Before UA-cam annoyed me into Premium, it was nothing but presidential ads. Even though I never search anything about it lol.
@@Quick-Silver206 I'm British, so I got no presidential ads at all! Though everyone on social media was pestering me to vote. I can't blithering vote; I don't live there! Ha ha. Oh, and don't get me started on TikTok ads.
@@fiddlesticksmeow6269 Haha, my friend you are lucky to avoid the presidential pissing contest. Plus you can probably travel to Warhammer World quicker than I so, I further the notion that you are lucky.
@@Quick-Silver206 Oh, don't worry, I've heard all about it. It makes me wonder how either of them can be considered professionals - no offence. Most of the Americans I've met would make better presidents than either of the current candidates.
Mate, I can WALK to Warhammer World. My housemate works there! Ha ha ha. Nice to see my city is known for something.
I got too excited when I realised this was linked in with the story about the half way house
I REMEMBERED ANNIE YALL I REMEMBERED HER!!! this episode is my favourite by far, especially because of the connection. like it's right up in the face unlike the other ones
It is so brilliant how the Mangus archives link between other ones
It's so well connected
An ashamed fallen-from-grace priest who regrets preforming an exorcism?
*M O R T I S* intensifies
You have no clue how much this is an even more similar comparison given that John also gets possessed by a demon
oh my god the way my mouth opened when he mentioned “he uprooted a tree”
Nothing beats finally deciding to go to bed at 1:00 am listening to the Magnus archives
Fr same here
IT'S THE PRIEST FROM THE OTHER EPISODE
If I wasn't worried about Johnathan till now, the "when I die of old age" comment would certainly make me worried.
my first thought was this man became a dnd warlock lmao
yeah especially when his demon daddy said "I am not for you, I am marked", that was my first thought too!
You mean the priest or Jon? ;)
@@Nizati lmao xD
Second-time listener here. I usually don't comment but the "I am marked" part gave me chills
Damn, Michael was really out there throwing hands with Desolation AND the spider to get this guy
Omg, that's the priest that visited the builder in burned away :O. He mentioned Annie and a builder with potential schizophrenia and a house under construction. Just got to the part with the tree, which just confirms it even more.
this ended up in my asmr playlist somehow...... i dont remember putting it there
bestie that's just the fears dw
Statement of Orion Carroway, regarding their claim of a TMA video mysteriously appearing in their ASMR playlist, given 10 months ago. Recording by Hiraeth Leviosa, amateur archivist of the Home Bedroom Institute, exact location classified. Statement begins.
@@BM-vz6kk haha, the ironic thing is that i actually use tma to fall asleep lol (ik I'm not op but i thought it was funny :3)
the fact that I can hear this in Jonathan’s voice
@@fitzroy426 similar at times, lol!
I KNEW IT!! I knew it was the same house from before!
didnt expect this to be a spiral statement, but it makes sense
"i am not for you. i am marked" AAAAAA HES MARKED BY THE SPIRAL SO THE DESOLATION CANT HAVE HIM THIS IS SO COOL TO LOOK BACK ON
Who could ever dislike this? It's an amazing piece of art!
They were possessed.
It jus.. ends. Oh, that is amazing. An justified cliff hanger, that I really hope comes back up later.
This is like the fifth or sixth time I've listened to this, and I *just* got "I am not for you, I am marked" eeee
THE BLOODY TREE!!!! AND THE HEATING STUFF
Wait, a nurse named Annie calling the church to check out something supernatural. Ringing any bells for other people too? 😨
This podcast yall.
Edit: Nevermind, they got to it!
I was so curious as to what the priest was doing in the house.
*me, listening whilst embroidering beautiful flowers* "We'll get to the cannibalism, of course." *pokes self with needle*
Lmao the spiral really went fuck you, desolation, this ones mine
"MoM saID itS MY turN On tHe BoDY"
"Fuck off Kevin"
I've literally binged this so far and mentally noted reoccurring characters and themes but for some reason it took me until the tree being uprooted I noticed that this is the POV of the priest from the other story lol
Maybe it's just because I'm listening to this at night but this was the first episode that gave me genuine chills. Especially the "I am marked" part
You used Bless instead of Bane.
Well, someone needs to cast greater remove curse and perhaps turn undead, heal, and banishing smite (get a Paladin).
@@bardoftherunekeepers6601 For when the demon needs to begone, but the cleric is too squishy.
When I heard "hilltop house" I literally stopped walking and now I'm like geeking out 🤣 love these stories!
Talk about a call back
AYYY OVERLAPPING STORIES IM SO EXCITED !!!!!!!!!!!!!
The second I heard 'possible schizophrenia' I visibly went :0
this is 1 of my favs... cant w8 to listen again
this honestly sounds like a team-up of Flesh, Spiral, and one other
i was thinking Desolation?
@@mothrey that makes sense
Desolation is the one in the house, but since he said he was "already marked" and "not for you", then the one from the start isn't it. But I agree that Distortion and Flesh fit really well
The Stranger or Distortion are better fits, I think
@@alchemicpunk1509 *Spiral. Distortion itself is of Spiral but the umbrella label is simply Spiral
*Eating a pulled pork sandwich*
"We'll get to the cannibalism, of course."
*Eating a pulled pork sandwich with a great deal more caution*
i just starting listening to these on halloween, thanks to my partner introducing me to em. I love how they connect to one another some more subtle than others. So wish these had kept going after 200.
ooooh boy the priest's pov on the hill top road incident! catholic guilt is a hell of a drug, so I'm interested to find out what mix of that + genuine supernatural bullshit will lead to accidental(?) cannibalism, assuming we hear the rest of the statement in a future episode. I kind of love that while this provides a different perspective on what happened in Burned Out, it doesn't answer any questions, and instead just raises more! what was speaking to father burroughs? why did pulling up the bleeding tree make it voice/heat go away?
I don't see anyone else talking about this so I'm not sure if I misunderstood/forgot a particular detail about the story or if maybe other ppl just didn't pay attention to it. Here it goes:
In the Burned Out episode, after the builder uprooted the tree, found the box, apple, spiders etc, didn't he say that the priest came outside to meet him? But in this episode the father is saying that it's the builder who came inside the house to check on him again.
Did I misremember the details from the previous recording or is this a real detail that's been swapped, meaning someone or both of them is/are lying, kind of like the unreliable narrator from the caving episode?
Well shit, idr, I think? Have to re-listen then, but also maybe neither are lying necessarily, but simply have memory retrieval failure, like distorted memory or misremebering details. Could be various reasons not fully processing what they've been thru, but they believe it's all true
THE UP ROOTED TREE, THE HOUSE ON THE HILL! MAKING THE CONSTRUCTION WORKER WAIT OUTSIDE! ITS CONNECTED TO THE OTHER EPISODE!!!
Wait a minute...that's the builder from earlier! Omg and now we have both view points! Its all coming together nicely
Seriously though, the powers that be were like “fuck this guy in particular”
2:03 I hate how casually that was said
"We'll get to the cannibalism, of course"
AGAIN?!!
Here I am doing today's Wordle (No. 1196), at 2AM staring at it one guess in, when 5:24 happens and I type in FAITH on a whim, and it's correct. I got chills wtf are the odds of that.
When I heard “confessions” I started thinking of the song “Badbadnotgood: confessions (part 1)”
I thought of 'Confessions in the pool' by Ash
"We'll get to the cannibalism, of course--"
Me: The CANNIBALISM?
Oooh! A two parter.
Oh Cool the Only Two Parter in the Series
Oh yeah, its all coming together.
"We'll get to the cannibalism, of course"
Me: the...what...
So... can the priest not say/write Jesus or Lord and Johnathan is just saying what is written
Is it a transcript of a spoken statement
Or has Johnathan done some shit.
I assume they transcribed a spoken statement
SPOILERS!!!!
Does anyone who has finished this series or is even most of the way through it know what power this statement would fall under?
I think it starts with the spiral - the thing messing with his mind - but he gets attacked by the desolation at hilltop and then the spiral saves him by claiming him as already marked for itself, not the desolation
I didn't notice the connection to episode 8 (as I was somewhat distracted while listening to that one) but I did notice the "burning sensation" mentioned here as being similar to the First Aid episode. Skimming these comments I've already exposed myself to some light spoilers but I'm still looking forward to seeing how it all connects.
Conments: Realising the connection towards the end.
Me: Recognised the name in the beginning and instantly knew it was connected.
This went from "huh, curious..."
To OH SHIIIIIT
I KNEW THE NAMES SOUNDED FAMILIAR I JUST WASNT SURE lol
I was like: -
a priest, all right.
that names sounds familiar...
builder? no it cant be...
Oh my gods, it is!
I’m hearing some recurring words, like HILLTOP RD, builder, hot, smoke, fire, UPROOTED TREE OOOH BOY.
....I live close to a hilltop road...
I love how he pronounces his hard “C“s
Man and I thought the priest got the long end of the stick and had an easy time in that house, I was very very wrong
Lightless flame at its peak
the second i heard hill top road i gasped
HOLY SHIT THE BURNING IN THE HOUSE! THE TREE! HOLY SHIT!
I'm sad that we didn’t get to the explanation for the cannibalism in this episode. 😞
Yo shit that's the same construction man and priest from #8 Burned Out