MONDAY MAILTIME: The Drowned Sailor & The Spirit My Grandmother Kept
Paranormal Activity with Yvette FieldingShow Notes
Two listeners. Two gentle hauntings. And the old folklore that reveals what they really were.
Gemma's 1880s terrace near Whitby Abbey came with a presence they called the Captain: pipe tobacco by the window, wardrobe doors opening slow and deliberate like someone choosing what to wear, keys vanishing for a week. Then her partner wakes to a dark figure on the end of the bed, back turned. Not frightening, just sad.
Then Danielle's family home in Savannah always "had company," as her grandmother put it. A porch rocking chair that moves on windless nights. An old hymn hummed right beside her in an empty hallway. And the week of the funeral, the chair started up again.
Producer Dom unpacks the darker folklore: the drowned "unhoused" who don't know they've died, and the low-country "kept" spirit - a guardian named and passed down mother to daughter.
What happens when the house wasn't what your grandmother left you… but the company inside it?
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