Lil
speaker
737 appearances
4 recordings
2 series
first heard Oct 2024
last heard Apr 2025
Lil’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Well, the month of October, I think, but goodness knows why.
No, that's not something I've come across before either. It does seem like they're lashing out at something that they haven't quite said. But now I really want to watch this programme. What was it again?
Well, to be honest, that's a bit of a relief after the vitriol of the first story.
Call me cynical, but I can't help wondering if any of that survey was at all weighted in favour of normalising the idea that it's OK and perfectly reasonable to spend £100 on Halloween instead of £20 by certain retailers, maybe?
Well, these estate agents, they clearly know more than us paranormal people.
That's a movie I'd quite like to see. Can somebody write that, please? Any film writers out there that want to take that project on?
Oh, yes.
Yes.
A couple of years ago, I had my one and only paranormal experience to that point, except it wasn't. I had started watching Doctor Who again from the beginning and remembered how much I loved the first season's theme music. So I loaded it as my ringtone because I'm a huge giant nerd. One night I was working on something on my laptop in my bedroom.
After a while I needed to go into the next room for something and brought my phone along. And a few minutes later, I heard my ringtone. Odd, I thought. It's late. Who could be calling? I looked, and there was no except decline screen. No caller identified. No call. It was, as I said, late, so I was muzzly staring at my phone, trying to work it out, when the music stopped.
And suddenly, from my bedroom, I heard a weird, loud, really awful scraping, thumping sound. I froze. That went on for a couple of seconds. And just as I was starting to stop being paralysed and start on being truly scared, I heard a voice. A sort of female, but mostly demonic sort of voice say, Why do you come here now? If possible, I froze even frozener. I had no idea what to do. Do I answer?
What could I possibly say? I'd been in this apartment for a couple of years. I didn't just get here. Nothing's ever happened. Do I run? Where do I go? What on earth? And then I heard the Doctor reply, Who are you? We come in peace.
And I realised that I must have accidentally reopened the BritBox tab on my laptop, and my not-speedy internet on my ten-year-old laptop must have just finished loading Episode 18 of Doctor Who Season 2, Escape to Danger. And that's when I truly knew that I am not cut out for paranormal experiences.
You actually couldn't have set that up if you tried. And that is the horror of living with 60 megabytes per second.
My mum was one of 11 children who grew up on a farm in Newfoundland, Canada. I believe they had about 400 acres and running down one side of the property is a river and in the river are three small islands. I'll come back to them. When mum was in her early 20s, she and a couple of my aunts and a friend all moved to the US and that included the youngest in the family, my aunt Rita.
One day, when a bunch of them went to see a fortune teller, as Mum called her, the woman wouldn't let Aunt Rita in the room. She had too strong an aura, she said. I imagine that would have interfered with the readings. For a good chunk of her life, my aunt had vivid dreams, which came true. She had a dream predicting a car crash that she and my mother's twin had.
I think she also had a dream about their car being stolen. They were never clear enough to warn or prevent anything from happening but once the thing had happened it became very clear that they had been premonitions and they were never good things. One dream was of being at a friend's house to borrow black gloves.
This was in the 60s or 70s when you still wore gloves to church and you still wore all black to a funeral. And a couple of days later, one of my uncles passed away. The wildest story, though, was about the letter from my grandmother.
This was, again, in the 60s when long-distance calls were wildly expensive and people still wrote letters, telling them that cousins of hers had been out fishing on that river by the farm when a storm blew up and one of them was washed overboard and they couldn't find him. That night, Aunt Rita dreamed that the cousin's body had been washed up on one of the islands and
She wrote back to my grandmother to tell her exactly where, and her letter crossed with my grandmother's, which said that they had found the cousin, exactly where Aunt Rita dreamed.
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