"They were there when I opened my eyes, in the corner of the room, and it felt like stepping inside a church on a funeral day. They didn’t talk. I know they didn’t because the air somehow vibrated, softly, saying: believe. Their eyes were closed, and they were dressed in white, their dark skin like black marble, with golden seams. My first thought was to consider that’s what looking at a saint, at the Virgin or a prophet must feel like. A placid smile, their hands extended, welcoming.I didn’t doubt. " This piece of writing is one of my favourite I've ever had the pleasure of hearing. This podcast has such a beautiful flow and rhythmn with words and every episode is fantastic, but this quote really painted an image.

I'm halfway through this podcast and I am in love! The very short snippets of these terrifying and otherworldly parts of the world are so satisfying yet leave you desperate to learn more. Perfect for a nighttime spook!