Hey Edi and Nick (and fellow Uglies!), absolutely love you guys and the podcast! I figured I could share a story with everyone that still weirds me out. To preface the story, I love pretty much all horror movies and scary stuff (that doesn’t bring spirits into my home).

A few years ago when I was in my undergrad program, I was home alone at my apartment. It was probably 11:30 at night and I was in my living room watching a documentary about an exorcism.

I had gotten roughly halfway through the documentary, when I reached the beginning scene of the re-enacted exorcism. Everything was fine until randomly, the volume on my tv turned down on its own. I stood up from the recliner to get the remote off the tv stand, when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I turned the TV back up and sat back down when I heard a really strange, yet familiar noise.

I had a leather couch at the time as well adjacent to the recliner.

You know the strange airy / squeaky sound when you sit on a leather couch? I looked in the direction of the noise, thinking something slid off the couch...


When I looked at the couch, there was a large indent in the center of the cushion that lifted back up as I was looking at it.

Immediately after it disappeared, something (which I later discovered was my paper towel holder) fell in the kitchen. Out of nowhere, I felt extremely nauseous so I jumped off the couch, grabbed my purse, keys, and phone off the entry table and left. I drove to my boyfriend’s apartment, stayed the night there, and went back to my place the next day; my apartment felt like nothing had ever happened.

Needless to say, I don’t watch documentaries on exorcisms anymore!!

P.S. there is a car with ‘XL’ as the model... the Yukon XL


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