1 00:00:00,000 --> 00:00:07,820 Roger Perrin didn't believe in ghosts. Not till the night he saw his wife standing there, 2 00:00:07,820 --> 00:00:12,560 stiff as a corpse, staring at something he couldn't see. 3 00:00:12,560 --> 00:00:18,960 The lantern light flickered, throwing shadows long across the walls, but Caroline didn't 4 00:00:18,960 --> 00:00:27,620 move, didn't blink. Then, in a voice that weren't quite her own, cold as a winter grave, 5 00:00:27,620 --> 00:00:34,600 she whispered, she's here. The air in that house turned thick, like it had been holding 6 00:00:34,600 --> 00:00:38,680 its breath for centuries, waiting on them to come. 7 00:00:38,680 --> 00:00:44,720 The voices started soon after, calling out from the dark, slipping between the floorboards, 8 00:00:44,720 --> 00:00:50,000 breathing against the backs of their necks. The girls woke up screaming about whispers 9 00:00:50,000 --> 00:00:56,280 in their rooms. The stink of rotten flesh crept through the halls, and something unseen 10 00:00:56,280 --> 00:01:01,640 began pulling the blankets straight off their beds in the dead of night. 11 00:01:01,640 --> 00:01:11,200 The house at 1677, Round Top Road, weren't just haunted. It was alive. It was hungry, 12 00:01:11,200 --> 00:01:14,760 and it had been waiting on them. 13 00:01:14,760 --> 00:01:21,440 Welcome to Kentucky Melodies America's scariest stories, where we bring you ghostly legends, 14 00:01:21,440 --> 00:01:27,920 spooky haunts, and bone-chilling tales from all over this great land. These stories will 15 00:01:27,920 --> 00:01:33,880 have you looking over your shoulder all night. So, pull up a chair, dim them lights, and 16 00:01:33,880 --> 00:01:39,200 let's dive into the eerie and unexplained. 17 00:01:39,200 --> 00:01:44,720 Long for the parents ever set foot on that land, the ground had already soured, soaked 18 00:01:44,720 --> 00:01:50,040 through with blood, sorrow, and things best left forgotten. 19 00:01:50,040 --> 00:01:56,720 About sometime in the 1700s, that house sat heavy on Arnold Land, stretching wide across 20 00:01:56,720 --> 00:02:02,440 the countryside yet never outrunning what lingered there. The earth beneath it carried 21 00:02:02,440 --> 00:02:10,000 a sickness, like a wound that refused to scab over. War had come and gone, leaving behind 22 00:02:10,000 --> 00:02:16,720 echoes of men dying with their mouths still open. Winters had crept in cruel, stealing 23 00:02:16,720 --> 00:02:22,000 the breath of little ones before they ever got to grow. And then there was the kind of 24 00:02:22,000 --> 00:02:28,840 dying folks didn't speak on. Bodies dragged out of the brook, men found hanging in the 25 00:02:28,840 --> 00:02:35,600 rafters, eyes bulging wide like they'd seen something they couldn't unsee. 26 00:02:35,600 --> 00:02:43,240 And in the midst of it all, there was Bathsheba Sherman. She didn't live on that land, but 27 00:02:43,240 --> 00:02:50,120 her name rotted into it just the same. The town women spoke of her in hushed tones, claiming 28 00:02:50,120 --> 00:02:57,040 she'd done things unnatural, that she'd offered up her own child to something dark and hungry. 29 00:02:57,040 --> 00:03:03,280 Said she bore the devil's mark, that her very breath could spoil milk, make crops with her, 30 00:03:03,280 --> 00:03:10,320 send livestock dropping stone dead. She passed like all folks do, but the ground 31 00:03:10,320 --> 00:03:16,880 didn't take her easy. Weren't no peace in her rest, just a name that wouldn't die, 32 00:03:16,880 --> 00:03:24,160 a shadow that stretched long after her body went cold. No law ever branded her a killer, 33 00:03:24,160 --> 00:03:31,000 but still death followed her name like a stray dog that refused to leave. Folks tried to 34 00:03:31,000 --> 00:03:37,160 let the past lie, but some stains ain't meant to wash out. And whatever took root in that 35 00:03:37,160 --> 00:03:43,640 land, whatever curled itself round that house, it never did let go. 36 00:03:43,640 --> 00:03:50,320 When Roger and Carolyn Perrin first laid eyes on that old farmhouse in 1971, it felt like 37 00:03:50,320 --> 00:03:55,280 the kind of place where a family could put down roots, where five little girls could 38 00:03:55,280 --> 00:04:00,880 run barefoot through the grass and fall asleep to the sound of crickets singing outside their 39 00:04:00,880 --> 00:04:08,160 windows. It was meant to be a fresh start, a quiet, simple life away from the world's 40 00:04:08,160 --> 00:04:13,960 troubles. But dreams don't last long in a place where the walls remember more than 41 00:04:13,960 --> 00:04:21,640 they should. At first, the strangeness came soft, like a whisper through the rafters. 42 00:04:21,640 --> 00:04:26,400 Doors that had been shut tight in the evening would be standin' open by mornin', their 43 00:04:26,400 --> 00:04:32,320 old hinges groanin' like they was complainin' about somethin'. Things would go missin', 44 00:04:32,320 --> 00:04:39,000 a hairbrush here, a book there, only to turn up in places they had no business bein'. 45 00:04:39,000 --> 00:04:44,800 Carolyn started wakin' up with bruises, dark welts bloomin' along her arms and legs like 46 00:04:44,800 --> 00:04:51,240 she'd been gripped by hands that weren't there. The girls began murmurin' amongst themselves 47 00:04:51,240 --> 00:04:57,080 about a woman in the shadows, a shape just beyond the candlelight, watchin' them when 48 00:04:57,080 --> 00:05:03,440 they thought no one else was. Sometimes, in the dead hush of night, voices would call 49 00:05:03,440 --> 00:05:09,080 out their names from empty rooms, pullin' them from their sleep with an icy dread settin' 50 00:05:09,080 --> 00:05:16,800 in their bones. Then the house quit pretendin'. The air turned foul, thick with the stench 51 00:05:16,800 --> 00:05:22,760 of rotten flesh, driftin' through the halls with no source, no reason. The warmth of a 52 00:05:22,760 --> 00:05:28,720 fire or the summer sun didn't matter. The cold would roll in, sudden like, settle in 53 00:05:28,720 --> 00:05:33,840 their bones, the kind of chill that felt like someone was breathin' right against the back 54 00:05:33,840 --> 00:05:36,400 of their necks. 55 00:05:36,400 --> 00:05:42,560 Carolyn started changin'. Her days were spent pourin' over old records, diggin' into the 56 00:05:42,560 --> 00:05:48,960 history of the land, her hands shakin' as she traced the name Bathsheba Sherman over 57 00:05:48,960 --> 00:05:56,240 and over again on yellowed pages. She became convinced that Bathsheba hadn't just died 58 00:05:56,240 --> 00:06:03,200 on that land. She was still there, watchin', waitin', filled with a spite that stretched 59 00:06:03,200 --> 00:06:05,920 beyond the grave. 60 00:06:05,920 --> 00:06:11,920 Then came the night that broke her. She'd been sittin' in the parlor, the glow of a 61 00:06:11,920 --> 00:06:17,480 single lamp stretchin' long shadows across the walls when she felt it before she saw 62 00:06:17,480 --> 00:06:25,440 it. The air round her thickened, like somethin' was pushin' its way into the room. And then, 63 00:06:25,440 --> 00:06:31,920 there it was, a woman twisted and wrong, her skin saggin' in places it shouldn't, her 64 00:06:31,920 --> 00:06:39,680 mouth pulled into a snarl, her eyes nothin' but black, empty holes. Carolyn couldn't move, 65 00:06:39,680 --> 00:06:46,560 couldn't breathe. The thing leaned close and its voice slid into her ear, soft as a lover's 66 00:06:46,560 --> 00:06:53,440 whisper but thick with venom. Leave or die. 67 00:06:53,440 --> 00:07:00,680 Roger found her there, curled up in the chair, her breath comin' in short, panicked gasps, 68 00:07:00,680 --> 00:07:05,360 her hands clamped over her ears like she was tryin' to block out a sound that had already 69 00:07:05,360 --> 00:07:12,800 sunk its way too deep into her mind. Desperate, the parents reached out to Ed and Lorraine 70 00:07:12,800 --> 00:07:19,120 Warren, the ghost-hunters folks had been whisperin' about for years, the ones who had seen things 71 00:07:19,120 --> 00:07:22,360 no godfarin' person ought to. 72 00:07:22,360 --> 00:07:28,320 The moment Lorraine stepped inside, she went pale. She told him flat out, somethin' was 73 00:07:28,320 --> 00:07:33,320 there and it weren't friendly. What happened next would be written into the kind of history 74 00:07:33,320 --> 00:07:35,840 that don't fade. 75 00:07:35,840 --> 00:07:41,320 The seance started like any other, but it didn't take long for the house to turn against 76 00:07:41,320 --> 00:07:48,680 them. The air snapped tight, a pressure like a storm buildin' just beneath the roof. Carolyn 77 00:07:48,680 --> 00:07:56,320 let out a shriek so raw, so inhuman, it rattled the glass in the windows. Then she was writhin' 78 00:07:56,320 --> 00:08:03,520 on the floor, her body twistin' in ways no human body should ever bend. The Warrens would 79 00:08:03,520 --> 00:08:09,880 later say she was possessed, just for a moment, just long enough for the thing inside her 80 00:08:09,880 --> 00:08:16,720 to make itself known, before it released her, leavin' her crumpled and gaspin' on the hardwood 81 00:08:16,720 --> 00:08:22,600 like a rag doll someone had thrown aside. The Warrens told them they needed to leave, 82 00:08:22,600 --> 00:08:28,240 that the house wasn't gonna stop, but the parents couldn't. They'd sunk too much into 83 00:08:28,240 --> 00:08:35,960 that place, had nowhere else to go, so they stayed, holdin' on, and during nearly a decade 84 00:08:35,960 --> 00:08:38,280 a torment. 85 00:08:38,280 --> 00:08:43,960 By the time they finally left in 1980, they weren't the same family that had walked through 86 00:08:43,960 --> 00:08:51,000 that door nine years before. They didn't talk much about what happened in that house, but 87 00:08:51,000 --> 00:08:56,560 even years later, when the wind howled just right, when the shadows stretched long across 88 00:08:56,560 --> 00:09:01,920 their bedroom walls, they could still hear it callin' to them from the past, and they 89 00:09:01,920 --> 00:09:05,640 never did look back. 90 00:09:05,640 --> 00:09:10,560 After the parents packed up and left, leavin' that old house to whatever ghost still lingered 91 00:09:10,560 --> 00:09:17,960 inside, had changed hands more than a few times. Folks came and went, most of them refusing 92 00:09:17,960 --> 00:09:23,280 to stay long, though not all of them were willing to say why. 93 00:09:23,280 --> 00:09:29,240 Then came the suck-cliffs, a quiet sort that kept to themselves, tendin' to the house 94 00:09:29,240 --> 00:09:35,560 like it was any other home, like the past didn't carry no weight. They stayed nearly 95 00:09:35,560 --> 00:09:41,360 forty years, long enough for folks to start wonderin' if maybe the house had settled, 96 00:09:41,360 --> 00:09:47,320 if maybe the things that stirred in the dark had gone quiet at last, but quiet don't always 97 00:09:47,320 --> 00:09:49,200 mean peace. 98 00:09:49,200 --> 00:09:55,120 The suck-cliffs would later say they never saw much out of the ordinary. Just little 99 00:09:55,120 --> 00:10:02,800 things, things easy enough to explain away. A door here or there that didn't stay shut, 100 00:10:02,800 --> 00:10:09,000 a whisper now and again that might have just been the wind, and sometimes just before driftin' 101 00:10:09,000 --> 00:10:14,160 off to sleep they'd catch a shadow shiftin' in the corners of their vision, but by the 102 00:10:14,160 --> 00:10:18,320 time they turned to look, it'd be gone. 103 00:10:18,320 --> 00:10:26,160 Then in 2019 the Heinzen family came along, and with them the house woke up again. Corey 104 00:10:26,160 --> 00:10:32,360 and Jennifer Heinzen weren't like the others. They came lookin' for ghosts, and the house 105 00:10:32,360 --> 00:10:39,640 was more than happy to oblige. Cameras were set up in every corner, every hallway, every 106 00:10:39,640 --> 00:10:45,120 creakin' doorway. And it didn't take long before they caught somethin' watchin' from 107 00:10:45,120 --> 00:10:47,280 the shadows. 108 00:10:47,280 --> 00:10:53,920 They recorded voices that had no bodies to speak em'. Doors slammin' shut with no hands 109 00:10:53,920 --> 00:10:59,840 to push em', the kind of things that don't leave room for doubt. The Heinzen swore the 110 00:10:59,840 --> 00:11:05,240 house was still very much alive, that whatever had made the parents' lives hell all them 111 00:11:05,240 --> 00:11:12,160 years ago was still there, still watchin', still waitin'. The house had just been buyin' 112 00:11:12,160 --> 00:11:14,120 its time. 113 00:11:14,120 --> 00:11:21,160 By 2013 the story of the Conjuring house had been whispered through dark hallways, scribbled 114 00:11:21,160 --> 00:11:29,120 in books, and spoken in hushed voices round campfires. But that year it hit the big screen, 115 00:11:29,120 --> 00:11:34,440 and the world ain't never looked at that house the same since. The Conjuring brought 116 00:11:34,440 --> 00:11:40,280 the parents' nightmare to life, a tale loosely stitched together from their time in that 117 00:11:40,280 --> 00:11:42,800 cursed home. 118 00:11:42,800 --> 00:11:49,320 Directed by James Wan, the film wasn't just another ghost story. It dug its claws deep 119 00:11:49,320 --> 00:11:55,280 into folks' imaginations, pullin' in millions at the box office and setin' the stage for 120 00:11:55,280 --> 00:12:01,760 a billion-dollar franchise. And that was just the beginning. 121 00:12:01,760 --> 00:12:08,480 Four movies followed, each one pullin' deeper into the twisted world of hauntings, demons, 122 00:12:08,480 --> 00:12:12,280 and things that ain't supposed to walk this earth. 123 00:12:12,280 --> 00:12:20,280 2016 saw the Conjuring too, diving into another warren case, another house where the past 124 00:12:20,280 --> 00:12:23,280 refused to stay buried. 125 00:12:23,280 --> 00:12:31,160 2021 brought the Conjuring. The devil made me do it, stretchin' the franchise even 126 00:12:31,160 --> 00:12:34,560 further into the darkness. 127 00:12:34,560 --> 00:12:40,800 And between all that, there came the Annabelle films, tellin' the tale of that cursed doll 128 00:12:40,800 --> 00:12:47,200 sittin' behind glass, just waitin' on some poor soul to let it loose. 129 00:12:47,200 --> 00:12:53,440 Even now, another Conjuring film looms on the horizon, stirrin' up speculation about 130 00:12:53,440 --> 00:12:59,880 what horrors might come next. But somethin' happened in the wake of all them films, the 131 00:12:59,880 --> 00:13:03,360 house itself changed. 132 00:13:03,360 --> 00:13:08,920 Before it was just an old farmhouse in Rhode Island. It's past known only to the folks 133 00:13:08,920 --> 00:13:17,560 who dared to dig deep enough. But now, now it was a pilgrimage site, drawn in ghost hunters, 134 00:13:17,560 --> 00:13:22,880 skeptics, thrill seekers, and folks who just wanted to stand in the shadow of somethin', 135 00:13:22,880 --> 00:13:28,360 they weren't quite sure they believed in. They came to see if the stories were real, 136 00:13:28,360 --> 00:13:34,360 to test their courage, to hear the whispers for themselves. And whether they left convinced 137 00:13:34,360 --> 00:13:42,720 or not, one thing was for damn sure. Nobody walked away from the Conjuring house untouched. 138 00:13:42,720 --> 00:13:51,000 By 2022, a woman by the name of Jacqueline Nunez, a real estate developer out of Boston, 139 00:13:51,000 --> 00:13:59,320 laid down $1.525 million to claim the house as her own. But she didn't buy it to live 140 00:13:59,320 --> 00:14:06,240 in. She bought it for the ghosts. She aimed to keep the doors open, letin' investigators 141 00:14:06,240 --> 00:14:11,600 and thrill seekers alike come wander through its halls, listenin' for the voices in the 142 00:14:11,600 --> 00:14:16,960 walls, waitin' to see if the shadows might move for them. 143 00:14:16,960 --> 00:14:23,520 But a place like that don't change hands easy. And with new ownership, trouble came knockin' 144 00:14:23,520 --> 00:14:30,560 right along with it. By the time 2024 rolled in, the Conjuring house weren't just haunted 145 00:14:30,560 --> 00:14:39,200 by spirits anymore. It was haunted by somethin' worse. Accusations, resignations, legal fights, 146 00:14:39,200 --> 00:14:46,120 all of it spread like wildfire. The folks who'd worked closest to the house, the same investigators 147 00:14:46,120 --> 00:14:51,720 who once swore by its hauntings, walked away. They warned of somethin' else stirin' in 148 00:14:51,720 --> 00:14:57,680 the house now. But it weren't ghosts they was talkin' about. Words like harassment 149 00:14:57,680 --> 00:15:05,880 and erratic behavior started makin' the rounds. Lawsuits piled up. Talk of unpaid wages led 150 00:15:05,880 --> 00:15:12,920 to threats of takin' things to court. Police got involved. Some even claimed Nunez was 151 00:15:12,920 --> 00:15:19,360 forced into hospitalization. Though, whether it was done out of concern or somethin' darker, 152 00:15:19,360 --> 00:15:28,040 well, that depended on who you asked. By November of 2024, the Burlville Town Council 153 00:15:28,040 --> 00:15:35,960 had had enough. They revoked the business license, effectively shuttin' the place down. 154 00:15:35,960 --> 00:15:42,760 No more ghost hunts, no more overnight stays, no more curious souls trendin' through them 155 00:15:42,760 --> 00:15:50,340 old wooden halls. But even after all that, Nunez refused to close the doors completely. 156 00:15:50,340 --> 00:15:55,560 She kept the bookings that were already set, kept tellin' folks that the spirits inside 157 00:15:55,560 --> 00:16:02,520 weren't done speakin' just yet. And maybe she was right. Maybe the house never really 158 00:16:02,520 --> 00:16:09,120 needed a license to do what it does best, because long after the lawsuits have settled, 159 00:16:09,120 --> 00:16:15,640 long after the doors are shut for good, the legend of the conjuring house will keep whisperin', 160 00:16:15,640 --> 00:16:22,920 floatin' through the air like a voice from the dark, and it'll never go quiet. 161 00:16:22,920 --> 00:16:28,440 Times marched on, wearin' down the trees, crackin' the roads and changin' the faces 162 00:16:28,440 --> 00:16:36,080 of the folks who come and go. But the conjuring house still stands, like it always has, unmoved, 163 00:16:36,080 --> 00:16:42,200 and touched by time, as if it's holdin' on to somethin' the rest of the world forgot. 164 00:16:42,200 --> 00:16:49,920 The past don't fade here. It lingers, coiled up in the walls, woven into the floors, hummin' 165 00:16:49,920 --> 00:16:56,280 through the rafters like an old song nobody remembers the words to. The whispers still 166 00:16:56,280 --> 00:17:03,240 drift through the dark, slidein' through doorways, hidein' in corners, waitin' on someone foolish 167 00:17:03,240 --> 00:17:10,680 enough to listen too close, and anyone who crosses that threshold don't leave the same, 168 00:17:10,680 --> 00:17:13,280 if they leave it all. 169 00:17:13,280 --> 00:17:20,680 Is the house truly haunted, or is it something worse? The weight of every fear-drenched breath, 170 00:17:20,680 --> 00:17:27,840 every shuttered prayer, every story whispered in candlelight, givin' it a life all its own? 171 00:17:27,840 --> 00:17:34,240 Maybe it don't need ghosts to be what it is. Maybe the legend alone is enough. 172 00:17:34,240 --> 00:17:40,200 Now I gotta ask, what do you think? Do spirits linger long after their bodies have gone to 173 00:17:40,200 --> 00:17:47,960 dust? Can a house soak up pain, fear, and death till it breeze on its own? Or is it all just 174 00:17:47,960 --> 00:17:54,120 stories and shadows, tricks of the mind fed by the darkness? If you stepped inside, would 175 00:17:54,120 --> 00:17:59,860 you hear the whispers? Would you feel the cold grip of something unseen? Would you dare 176 00:17:59,860 --> 00:18:06,760 to spend a night inside, alone, listenin' to whatever still lingers in the dark? 177 00:18:06,760 --> 00:18:13,560 Once, if you had the nerve, you could book a stay inside the conjuring house, step across 178 00:18:13,560 --> 00:18:20,800 its threshold, and face whatever still lurked in the dark. Folks came lookin' for ghosts, 179 00:18:20,800 --> 00:18:27,760 and the house never disappointed. But now, with all the turmoil and trouble, the doors 180 00:18:27,760 --> 00:18:35,040 have been forced shut, its website gone silent, and its future hangin' in the balance. But 181 00:18:35,040 --> 00:18:42,080 the ghosts? They ain't gone. They're waitin' in the empty halls, hidin' in the corners 182 00:18:42,080 --> 00:18:47,880 where the lantern light don't reach, and the second that door opens again, the second 183 00:18:47,880 --> 00:18:54,160 some poor souls let back inside, they'll be waitin' to welcome them home. 184 00:18:54,160 --> 00:19:01,720 But be warned, some places don't just let you leave. Is the story really over? Or does 185 00:19:01,720 --> 00:19:08,720 the conjuring house still wait, hungry for the next soul foolish enough to step inside? 186 00:19:08,720 --> 00:19:15,320 Maybe the ghosts are real. Maybe it's just shadows and stories. But what if it ain't? 187 00:19:15,320 --> 00:19:21,840 What if something is still watchin', still whisperin', still waitin', for you? A house 188 00:19:21,840 --> 00:19:27,480 like this don't stay quiet for long, and neither do we. 189 00:19:27,480 --> 00:19:33,720 If you love tales of hauntings, folklore, and the things that go bump in the night, then 190 00:19:33,720 --> 00:19:39,940 you best stick with us at Kentucky Melody, where the stories never stop, and neither 191 00:19:39,940 --> 00:19:47,620 do the ghosts. Subscribe to our YouTube channel, follow us on social media, and check out our 192 00:19:47,620 --> 00:19:54,520 podcast for more Spine Chillin' Tales from the Shadows. But be careful, some stories 193 00:19:54,520 --> 00:20:00,760 have a way of followin' you home. And just when you think you're safe, that's when you 194 00:20:00,760 --> 00:20:12,880 hear the whisper behind you.