The Figure in the Wall: Utah's Most Disturbing Family Memories

And I look over and what I think is my deal is standing right at the foot of my bed. But something's telling me that it's not my deal. Children often imagine monsters under the bed, But what happens when several children witnessed the same impossible thing at the same time. My name is Edwin and he is Mariah. It's true scary story. So I'm originally from West Shorton, Utah, So I'm going to start with a little history of West short There was like a lot of conflict and a lot of violence, so the area was just super active. West Jordan is like a major suburb part of Salt Lake City, so it's just like right on the outside. West Shorten had one of the first sawmills in the area. It was built by an Archibald Gardener. He was like a very devout Mormon. His name is like on every historical marker that we have in West Jordan. There's even I think a shopping center named after the guy that founded parts of West Shorton. The early Mormon settlers, they came through the Salt Lake City Valley, so there's this river that kind of goes through the first Mormon settlement and they used to call it the western Jordan, and it was a reference to the River Jordan in Jordan. For them, it was like a biblical like a description that they've read in the Bible. So in early like eighteen fifty, primarily West Shorten was like a land of agriculture, mills, and mining. It's based for its economy, trying to grow it up from mining and agriculture. Basically, there's a lot of lore, a lot of rumors that kind of I've heard throughout the years growing up in West Shorten. Some of them was like about the violence that would happen. There was even a theory that there was Native American burial grounds that were excavated by all these agricultural growing forms and a lot of the land was disturbed. Obviously, in the nineteen seventies, West Shorten had like a rapid residential industry. The growth just happened in a snap of a finger. So the house where my grandparents lived it was built in nineteen seventy four, but they didn't purchase the home until the late eighties, I think, is what my mom said. The activity in the house didn't really start until a few months after I was born. We had a death in the family, my uncle had died from suicide. My grandfather he was heartbroken, obviously. He later admitted that he would shout out loud to see a son in spirit, and everyone in my family suspects that probably kind of opened a door. It was a little unsettling because of everything that was happening in the house after that. So, like I said, I was only like two or three months old when my uncle died, and it seemed like the activity was kind of starting from there. In my early childhood, I was raised with my grandparents, and my grandparents really really religious. They were devout Mormon. They were both well respected in the LDS Church. They both worked at the South Jordan Temple. They were just very devout Mormons. My siblings they lived with my mom, so a lot of the time during my childhood, I was basically the only child in the home. There were only like a few kids in the neighborhood that I played with. There was the girl that was across the street from our house that she would always come over and we would always play bikes, play whatever. There was these other two girls that I went to the same school with that lived a few houses away from me, and they would come over with their bikes, and then there was this other little girl. But the other little girl was kind of a weird situation. This is where I kind of started to realize something was off. I would always see her in my backyard. She would never really say anything to me. I would try to kind of interact with her, but she wouldn't even look at me. I don't know how to explain it. It was like I wasn't even there. I had a little swing set in my backyard and I was swinging and I saw her in my backyard and I was like, oh, there's that little girl again. What stood out to me She would always come in my backyard, and she always had the same clothes on. It was like a little white dress with like plaid design from like a like a flannel. It was like plaid design and it was pink and white, and then it had like a little collar on the little collar, I remember, it had like some kind of yellow design to it. I don't know if it was little flower designs or if it was just like little squiggly yellow designs. I don't remember. But I had like these little white buttons that would go down the dress, and she had these like small platform. I think they were white, or they were like a cream beige color, I can't remember. But she was always wearing the same thing every time I would see her. And what made it even weirder is I would hear her laugh, but the laugh kind of sounded like it was from a distance because I wouldn't really see her open her mouth or laugh. I wouldn't see her laughing. I would just hear it. I don't know how to explain that. It was just I don't know, it's just kind of weird. The times that I would try to interact with her, she would kind of run away. She was always running around in my in the backyard, and there was this one spot in particular she would always run. So my grandpa used to garden and he had like a big mountain of soil and dirt piled up in the corner of the backyard, and this little girl she would jump on top of the pile of dirt and she would jump off, and then she would run back to the top of it and jump up. And it was always that she would always do that. I just thought that was just weird and odd, like she would never interact with me. I just thought she was just weird. Well, one day I got kind of annoyed because I was always seeing her whenever I was back there. I was always playing outside, so whenever I was out there, she was there, and I stopped interacting with her. I just kind of got annoyed. And I'm a little girl myself, so I'm not understanding what's happening. I was just like, you know what, I'm gonna just leave. I'm gonna just go inside. Maybe she'll go away. So I start walking towards the staircase of my backyard. There was this porch and I was heading up to the stairs. And so when I started walking towards the stairs, I could still see her. But I literally spun my head for a split second and I started climbing the stairs and I look over and she's not there anymore. And it was like in a split second, and that's I think that's when I started to realize something is off, that's not normal, Like how can she pass me? From the corner of where she would jump off of that pile of dirt was super far away from Like it was just such a big distance, Like how would I not see her walking past me? She just wasn't there. So my grandfather, he was a gardener. He had everything you can name of. Cucumber patches, he had tomato patches, he had a peach tree, we had a cherry tree. We had everything anything you can grow, even had corn. He grew corn. He grew anything and everything. Well. I would go outside and help him a lot. You would go outside with Grandpa and help them garden. And there were a few times where we would dig the little holes, you know, to put the plants inside. One time I found in what I know now is an arrowhead. I showed it to my grandpa. I was like, oh, look, you know, look what I found. He goes, oh, yeah, you know, I found a few of those two and he ended up showing me three or four other arrowheads inside of this little box that he had. Later on, whenever I would help him, I would always find a few more. So we think we had like a total of five or six arrowheads in a box inside the house that we dug up from gardening. There was like this one thing that we found. I can't remember if it was like a piece of like a clay pow or if it was we honestly, I don't know. It just looked like a piece of something because I had like little engravings on it and it was like kind of had like squiggily lines to it. I don't know, but we kept that too. We kept that little piece of rock or whatever it was too. Yeah, we would find a whole bunch of stuff when we were gardening. We'd find a lot of arrowheads, for sure. My mom when she had me, she was pretty young. I think she had just turned eighteen when she gave birth to me. There were times where she would just feel things and hear things. Well, one day, my grandpa was home by himself. I think my mom and my grandma were somewhere. I can't remember, but I was really little. I was calling a few months old. All of a sudden, he hears something crashing inside of where my room was, or my room. So my mom had like these decorations, these like pictures above my crip. He walks in and they were all on the floor. Immediately he closes the door and he calls them and he was like, hey, I heard like a big crashing noise, like a big banging noise in your guy's room. And all the pictures are down and they're all on the floor, and my Grandpa said that he kept hearing crashing noises inside of the house. He kind of was just freaked out. He didn't he didn't say anything after that. My second sibling, she was probably only a few months old and I was a toddler. My grandparents were out of town. She decided to lay down in my grandparents' bedroom and she had me and my little sister in the bed with her, and she's just laying there and then all of a sudden, she hears like rowling. Something was like a dog like growling, and it sounded like it was running throughout the yard and like around the house. Basically, because she would hear the growling go underneath the window, and then she would hear it like in a distance, like it was running away from the window, and then Nada would come back around, and then she would hear it again, and so it freaked her out. And my Deal came home probably from work or something really late that night, and my mom gets up and she tells my Deal, hey, I think DJ got loose. DJ was a dog, a black lab that my grandfather had outside. He always had him in a kennel outside, And she tells my Deal, hey, you know I think DJ got loose. He's running around outside and he's running around the house, and so my deal was like, okay, let me go check. And my mom was scared. She was fuh. She didn't want to go out. She was scared. It's like two three o'clock in the morning. She was not trying to go out there. So my deal was like, Okay, I'm gonna go check. He goes out there and he sees the dog is just sleeping in his kennel outside. He looks around, he doesn't see any other dogs, and so he comes back up, you know, the porch inside the house, and he tells my mom he's in his kennel. He's fine, he's just sitting there. And my mom was like, oh okay. And then my THEO was like, I think I know you're talking because I heard it too, but it wasn't DJ. It sounded like another dog, but I don't know where it's coming from. And they both were kind of just like okay, So, you know, they just went back to bed. My grandmother, like I said, she was a very devout Mormon. She was really involved with the church and she would always have you know, the little little ladies from church they would come over and visit with my grandma a lot. Well, one day, a dear friend of our family, she came to visit my grandmother. One day, my mom wasn't home. My grandmother's friend goes, hey, I saw you, guys, I said, godman, Elena wasn't home. My grandmother was like, she isn't she isn't home, and she goes, well, I just seen her come out of the room and she went into the bathroom. And my grandmother was like, no, she's not here. She's like, Lilian, I'm telling you, I just saw her coming out of the room and going into the bathroom. And my grandma was like, she's not home. And she runs into the bedroom and yeah, sure enough, my mom's bedroom the bathroom. There's nobody. My mom's not there. But she was sure that she saw my mom coming out of the room and into the bathroom. Everyone in the house we all say the same story. There was these handprints that would kind of be on the ceiling. I don't know how to explain this situation. It almost looks like someone is crawling on the ceiling. And it was weird because they were like little hands. They were like baby hands. Is if some little kid touch a whole bunch of charcoal or something, and when insteaded crawling on the ceiling. That's exactly what it looks like. They were always there. They were always on the ceiling. And I think my grandpa had like a twelve foot ladder. I don't think he could even reach it. I don't know. So one day I was in the living room with my siblings, we were watching a movie. I don't know. I just happened to kind of look by the side of like the living room, like in the corner, and it wasn't even like a shadow. It was like a blurb, like a white blurb, like a white cloud, and it looked like a head and like shoulders. It just looked like three bubbles like it looked like it could have been ahead and like two sets of shoulders, and it would look like it was kind of sticking out of the wall. And then it like the wall kind of sucked it back in right, And I'm thinking, Okay, that was weird. And then see a lot of the times when when I would experience things, there was this like high pitch beeping noise that would happen, Like back in the day when you turn on the TV. You would hear like the energy turn on. Well that's what it sounds like, the high frequency, and I would hear it, and so I started to hear it, and I hear it kind of behind me, and so I look behind me, but there's nothing there. And I noticed that the second oldest she's like looking up above us, and like three new sets of handprints like started showing up. It was like some little kid, like a baby, put his hands and some charcoal and just started pressing up above us on the ceiling. I could hear that high pitch frequency in my ear. A few moments later, my grandpa comes in. He starts yelling at me because for some reason, I don't know how, but he thinks that I was able to grab my sister and put her on my shoulders to put her hamprins up there. How you know, I'm little, We're all little, and like you can't even touch the ceiling, Like, what are you talking about. He would always point the finger at so, you know, kind of not necessarily a denial, but he would always point the finger at someone else because there had to be a reason why this thing is flying off the shelf. He was a character for sure, he was funny. One day, somebody was like, I think it was my uncle. He was saying something about they were turning on the faucet to get water, and then all of a sudden, like af face and two sets of handprints started like showing up by where the sink was. The wall, the back wall of where the sink was. It looked like someone pressed their hands up against with their face. He said that it looked like someone put their face in some charcoal, and you could see like the forehead, the nose, the chin, like the bottom part of the lips, and they even tried to like scrape it off and it wasn't coming off. And so then my uncle goes and tells my grandma like, hey, who got the wall dirty? And she was like, what are you talking about? And so they go and check in the kitchen and it's not there. It's gone. There's no handprints, there's no face print nothing. My uncle was like, it was there. I saw. Came into the kitchen to get some water. I turned on the floss and I noticed it and I try to wash it whenn't come off. My grandma just thought that he was just crazy, like oh whatever. My grandparents were always dismissive at times, whenever somebody would be like, hey I saw something, Oh you're crazy. You just go back to whatever you're doing, just whatever. My cousin Her bedroom was downstairs in the basement, and the laundry room in the basement would always freak me out. I always hated going down there. So my cousin's room was right across from where the laundry room in the basement was. One night, she was just laying down and she had just covered herself and like, you know, she's getting ready to go to bed, close her eyes, she's sleeping. All of a sudden, she felt like someone was sitting on her bed. She was laying there and she was thinking of herself, like who's in my room? And so she opens her eyes and she saw this like really thick shadow. She said that you can't even see through it, and it was like leaning towards her. Immediately, she screams and starts panicking, pulls her covers over her head. She's covered head to toe, and immediately she just starts praying. She said that she even fell asleep praying. When my cousin moved out, my uncle he moved in into that same room. He used to have, like you know, those old VCRs, they had like that little red light that would kind of come through, and he had a stereo. And this is like in the nineties. This is the early nineties, so you have the stereos and the DCRs and everything. You know, they all have little red lights on them. So his VCR and a stereo were kind of on top of each other. He said that it looked like something kept moving in front of it. He was like, what the heck? And so then he turns on his light, his little lamp, and the shadow is literally leaning towards him at the edge of his bed. This would happen often, Like he would come home from work and he would always see the shadow either at the edge of the stairs right before he gets to his room or in his room. It was always those two. It was my cousin and my uncle. They would always say the same thing. Me and my grandparents. We had just came home from somewhere. My bedroom door was open, so I ran up the stairs to go to my room. Right where I can see my bedroom door. There was like a figure standing in my doorway and he's wearing like a very long black trench coat, and he had like a really tall black hat, like something from like the eighteen hundreds or like the early nineteenth century. I don't know. I kind of ran back to my room or to the living room. My grandparents are still outside. I think they're like unloading the car. I'm the only one in the house right now, and so I slowly go back into my room and I kind of peek over, you know, to see inside of my room, and it's not there anymore. Me and my siblings are all two years apart. I was born May nineteen ninety two. My sister was born January of nineteen ninety four. My third sister, she was born May of nineteen ninety six, and then our last sibling was born January of nineteen ninety eight. When we look up at our astrology charts, if you even like the sun, the rising, and the moon signs and whatnot, all four of us have the three same signs, every single one of us. So the only two that are capricornan's. There are also the same rising and the same moon signs as us that are Tauruses. It's super weird. It's like a theory that we have in the family that we probably come from some kind of flea andage of something. Given our ancestry. My family originated in Central America. Our heritage comes from you know, a lot of the indigenous people that lived in Central America. They were the Maya. My grandpa would even say stuff like, I think the universe was trying to let the family know or something that our ancestors are still with us, because you guys were all born in a very particular way. We all have some kind of ability to like, I can sense certain things. I've always kind of known this since I was a kid, that I could see and feel certain things that a lot of other kids couldn't. The middle child, she has abilities, and I feel like me and her are super connected because we both have the same sun, the same moon, and rising signs. We are basically the same person. My grandmother, she was making some kind of food, I think for some kind of event, probably for church, I don't know, and she was yelling for me to go downstairs to get her a few cans of beans. And I'm scared to go downstairs. And I'm old enough that if I were to tell my grandparents say I'm scared to go downstairs, go get to yourself, I'll get yelled at. So I didn't even bother to tell my grandma, like I don't want to go downstairs, you know. So well, I like slowly but surely kind of creeped my way down the stairs, and I'm like, okay, I'm gonna sprint to the laundry room, get the cans of food, shove them in my shirt, and run back upstairs. Right. So I did just that. I sprint down to the laundry room. And in the laundry room, my grandmother had extra food storage. She always had like canned food down there. And so I run up to one of the shelves where I knew the cans of beans were. So I'm like trying to shovel these cans down my shirt. And I turn around and I have this like you know, those cheap little balls that would you would get from the walmart. And it was like pink and blue and white and like you know those plastic balls, and I had it sitting on my washirt. I look over and this ball is like going side to side, but it's not going side to side slowly. It's like going really fast. It's like I'm standing there staring at it, and I'm so like scared. My entire body is shaking and like I could feel my blood pressure just dropping, and I'm scared. And I'm watching this ball go like really fast on top of the washer, and I immediately I'm like, nope, it's blocking my exit. But it's not my only exit. There's another door that leads outside and it's behind me. So I turn around. I sprinted out. I open that door so fast, and see that door is kind of hard to open. You have to pull it a few times, really hard to get it open, you know, because it's like one of those old doors, like basement doors that leads outside. I opened that door so fast with no problem. Somehow I even left that door open. I just ran outside. So I run outside of the house and I have to I run all the way around into the front door. That's how I ended up going back into the house. And I'm like, here's the cats, and I'm like sweating. I just came from outside running. My grandma goes, why did you go out that way? And I didn't want to tell her because I know her reaction already. I already know it was just gonna be like, ah, you're crazy, So I was just like, oh, you know, I just wanted to have fun. I don't know. I didn't know what to tell her. I was like, Nope, something was up with that basement. My uncle, he would always bring my cousins over every now and again. My cousin she would get up, you know, during in the middle of the night to go to the used bathroom. So we had like a storage room that was right next to the bathroom downstairs, and she could hear like things rattling and someone walking in there. She just thought that it was my deal or somebody that was in that room. And so then she started walking back to my uncle's room to go back to bed, and she said that she could hear chains inside of the laundry room, like shackles or something like somebody was dragging a chain around, or like somebody was playing with a chain or something. Just the noise of it. She could hear it in that laundry room. Sometimes that basement was not it. It was I hated that basement as a kid. Something was up with my bedroom too. My cousin before she actually moved downstairs, she used to sleep in my bedroom and she hated that bedroom. She did not like sleeping there. There was even a time in my childhood where I would always sleep with my grandparents. I would always sleep in their room because I hated my bedroom too. I hated that room. I'm sleeping one night and I was like having this crazy, scary dream. It was super intense and very vivid. I woke up from it and I kind of like take the blanket off me, and I'm like sweating, and I'm like looking around my room, like what the heck is going on? And I look over and what I think is my deal is standing right at the foot of my bed. But something's telling me that it's not my deal. It like has his like clothes on. But I used to have a nightlight in my room so you could see when people like people's faces when they go in my room. I can't see his face, but it looks just like him, but it's not him. I kept going, deal, Deal, nothing. He's just standing there, just frozen, like just standing at the foot of my bed. All of a sudden, like this fear just just like I like survival instinct, like I need to fight whatever this thing is because it's going to kill me. Like I felt like that, like it's it's going to hurt me. Something is going to hurt me. I can't even sit up anymore. It's like something or someone is trying to sit in my chest, and like I can't even speak anymore. I'm trying to yell, but I can't, and it just feels like I can't realy, Like I can feel either someone is trying to sit right on my chest or is pushing hard, like they're trying to choke me out or something. Somehow I was able to break free from it. It was almost like halfway paralysis, like I was about to go into paralysis or something, because I could still move, but after a certain point I couldn't anymore. And then I was able to yell. I was able to say by bad. I yelled it so loud, and he comes barging in. It turns on the light and nothing, there's no one in my room. I was crying hysterically, and I told him THEO was in my room. THEO is in my room. I don't know what he was doing. He was in my room. Oh my god, Like I'm just breaking out in total fear. And so my grandpa he's kind of pissed off. He's like, why were you in my granddaughter's room? But he runs downstairs and my THEO isn't even there. He's not even home. He checked the clock. It was only like eleven o'clock at night, and he knew that my THEO didn't get off four until really late. It was like, I think two or three is when my idea would get home. He wasn't even home. His room was empty, he wasn't there. When my grandpa came back upstairs, he just told me he just go back to bed, and he picked me up and he put me in bed with my grandma. He closed my bedroom door and we all went to sleep, and you know, my in my grandparents room. The next morning, my grandpa I could hear him overhear him talking with my grandma and he was like, yeah, no, your brother wasn't even home. He was gone. He doesn't get home until really late. And my grandma was like, oh, that's right, there's no way he was here. There's absolutely no way he wasn't. It was at work. It wasn't him. A few times my grandparents would bless the house and it was like nothing. It didn't take because more stuff was happening, and they've invited people to perform exorcisms on the house and to bless the house and stuff, and you know, it would just keep happening. The freaky stuff would just keep happening. There was one time I remember that me and my grandma were gone. We were out my grandpa. Again, he hears like some crashy. It would always be my room, that room. I did not like that room. And again you heard something crash in my room. And he goes to open the door from my bedroom and this like fast shadow type of thing that kind of ran out of my room. Said it ran past him like he thought it was a cat. He calls you, my grandma because we were out, and she puts him on speaker. He goes, hola whatever fourque sang a casa. He thought that I brought some like cat from outside and brought it in the house. Mind you, I'm deathly allergic to cats. I can't even touch a cat. I'm like really allergic to cats. And so he's straight up thought that there was I had a cat in my room and that I had hid it in my room and it ran out. Because he was yelling at me. He was yelling me at me through the phone, like why did you bring this nasty cat inside the house? And I'm like, I didn't bring any cats inside the house. What are you talking about. He was like, Oh, I just opened your door and something like a small little figure, like a black shadow like ran past him really really fast, and that's what he thought. He thought it was like a cat or something. We ended up moving out of that house during my fifth grade year, so I was probably like ten or eleven years old, and it was that last year that we lived in the house. So I did a lot of digging on the house and I looked at the history, the cell history of the house. Someone had bought it. It was vacant, so when we moved out, it was two thousand and five, I want to say, and someone bought it in two thousand and seven. That same year it got put back on the market. Whoever lived in the house only lived in there for nine months and put it back on the market and it sold again. In two thousand and eight, same thing happened. Another family went in there, lived there for about a year, and the very next year it was put back on the market in two thousand and nine, and it was sitting vacant for I want to say like six or so years. It was like a real ature or something. Bought it in twenty twelve and rented it out, put back on the market in twenty seventeen. It's off the market. It's on the market. It's off the market. So the people that live in it currently bought the house in twenty twenty three, and a year or so later it was put on the market and it got taken off the market. In twenty twenty four it got taken down, and just last year it got put back on the market again. So there's definitely something dark malevolent for sure, because you know, we would hear constantly. We would hear growling noises, things moving in the dishes, you know, dishes rattling all the time. You would hear walking, some bloody walking when nobody's home or everyone's asleep, nobody should be up and walking. Sometimes you would hear the faucet turning on and off in the bathroom. The bathroom was right next to my room, and I would hear that like energy, like that high pitched frequency. I would always hear it. Whenever something paranormal would start happening, or right before it started happening, I would hear such energy like just it was just super odd. I don't know how to explain it. And now now that I'm older and I hear it, I get a little like like my guard is up, like, oh, you know, there's something. There's something walking over there, Like I could hear it. Ever since I was a little girl, I've been able to hear it and see it. There's something going on in that house. Like I said, So, my uncle died and my grandpa he was super heartbroken about it, and he either begged the devil or God to let him see the spirit of his son. Do you know why I say this. Right before my grandfather died, he told the missionaries, Yeah, I want you to tell either God or the devil to let me rest. We think that he antagonized the spirits in that general area, or he opened a door. My cousin says that he straight up thinks that my grandfather opened a portal to like Hell or something there because the experiences that we would have or literally from nightmares to this day, we still don't know. My cousin she wants to buy the house so that she can get it properly cleansed and then put it on the market. That way, it is a childhood home for me. That's where I grew up. That's the only home I knew. Maria, thank you so much for sharing your experiences with the rest of us here at the True Scary Story community is really interesting. Plus, there was one point I mean obviously several, but there was one point that really stuck with me, and it was when the grandfather like demanded, like out loud, asking for the Sun's spirit to appear, and for all of us here listening, I'm very curious to know what you think about this. Can asking for a spirit to show up make it show up? Or can it somehow subconsciously affect us enough that we start seeing this spirit around? What do you think? And aside from that, there was this really creepy point here, which is how when multiple members of a family each talk about their own experiences and they define like they talk about the same unex playing the event, like the transparent figure the ceiling, you know, the handprints in the ceiling. What does that mean? Is that sufficient proof that there's something else out there? Or is it You know, when people believe one thing they say to another person, they kind of believe it or they want to believe it, so they kind of encourage each other. There's a word for it. I think it's called is it mass hysteria? But that's when there's a lot of people but or something similar, right, if you remember the term, Please let me know what that is. But is it something like that? End of final point here that I have is about the nursery incident. Do you think, oh, actually, have you ever had an experience when you lose somebody and you have sudden, unexplained feelings or I don't know, there's something a coincidence, something that happens after the death of a loved one. And I'm saying coincidence is like I don't know, a song popping up out of nowhere that you know they used to listen to to image is a certain character that they used to like, objects that you know they really liked, kind of making themselves appear, you know, in unusual places, things like that. Obviously not limited to those. But has anything like that happened, something that you say, yeah, this can't be a coincidence. Please let me know in the comments. You can also email me let me know, let me know if you have ever experienced this. There's another thing here, In the very beginning of this episode, Maria mentions Utah, right, the whole area of Utah has a very very dark history, kind of unusual and slightly unknown for those of us who did not grow up in those areas. I actually made a full episode on horror Story, the podcast where I talk about true paranormal mysteries. I made it an episode on Utah, like on this specific topic actually some of the ones that I found from the pioneers, the Mormon Pioneers basically, and the episode's called go so Haunted Utah, Ghosts of the Promised Land. So go check it out over on horror Story. It's the one with the yellow letters. I make that podcast also, so go check it out, find it, let me know what you think. Obviously, in the very beginning, Maria Gay was this really interesting behind the scenes to Utah and a history, a short little history lesson which really triggers that idea and that research, which I'm pretty sure you're going to find it very interesting me looking into the dark history of Utah. And also you might be thinking of some of the things in your state or your country that might not be known internationally or you know, is lesser known. Please send it over because I'm interested in learning more anyway. This episode of True Scary Story was edited and sound designed by Sarah Vorhe's Window a VW sound with additional production by me Edwin Kowarubias and the Scary FM team. If you have a story that you want to send in, head on over to true scarystory dot com. And if you have questions about anything about how it works, how we make this happen, send me an email or DM. You can always reach out to us. If it's not me that responds, is someone for my team and we'll be happy to answer any questions before you share your story, just in case you know. Anyway, That's all I got for you this week. Thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary everyone, see ya soon.