Why Are You Reading the Latin OUT LOUD?!

So while exchanging recipes and suchlike with my haunted ladies on Discord, my friend Cat thanked me for turning her on to Bridgewater (direct quote: "I just slurped all the current eps. Now I have to wait. Like an animal."), then turned around and did me the service of recommending Parkdale Haunt. 

While on the surface Parkdale Haunt  seems to be the same old haunted house trope of "long-lost relative inherits spooky house and things go very wrong," it takes a turn into uncharted territory:

"Ever since Judith’s lifelong best friend, Claire Sterback, inherited a house from a biological family she never knew, things have begun to change. Claire has begun to change. It isn’t just that the house is full of cryptic notebooks, ominous scribblings on the wall, and a basement that is colder than it should be. Claire is… off. She’s started sleepwalking. Sometimes when Claire begins to speak, it isn’t her voice that comes out at all. As Claire gets closer to a secret at the heart of the old house in the Toronto neighborhood of Parkdale, she is also getting closer to losing herself. And after Claire goes missing, Judith vies to track her down, even if it means diving into a history that may have been better left untouched. Even if it means dealing with spirits that really do not like her. Parkdale Haunt is about friendship and identity, trauma, cults, demons, and rituals, and, most frighteningly, the Toronto real estate market."

Y'all know my Achilles' heel is a good haunted house story, right? 

Since I have a hellacious daily commute, I do my best to find interesting and engaging content to listen to. When I don't feel up to the challenge of Master Class, I like listening to stories, my favorite soft, warm blanket to wrap around myself and hide from the world. 

From the first episode, I gotta say, I was hooked. 

Parkdale Haunt takes me back to the days when I was a little kid listening to the old Disney classics, "Chilling, Thrilling Sounds of the Haunted House," or Boris Karloff's "Tales of the Frightened." That thrill of imagining the location, the house itself, the people, and above all, the terrible "thing" chasing people around and terrorizing the daylights out of them. The skillful buildup of tension. Those moments when you realize something is wrong, something has gone badly off the rails, and you can see every bit of it in your mind. You can practically taste the fear, smell the dank old basement...

It's what I imagine listening to the old radio shows must have been like for my parents.

Except, of course, for that one moment where the idiot starts reading the weird Latin out loud. Out loud, fer chrissakes!  What a noob. I mean, I really thought everyone knew not to read the weird Latin from the weird tome, just like you know not to eat anything the Faerie offer you in Underhill!

Parkdale Haunt, guys. Totally worth a listen.