Oct 10, 2026 · 29 min · 9 segments
*Forget-Me-Not (starts at 1:33)* \*\** Written by: Deirdre Coles and Narrated by: Heather Thomas \*\** Content warning: description of death animals \*\** *The Patchwork Man (starts at 20:52)*…
[crowd murmuring] By the third murder, I was just about over it.
At least this one was a woman killing a man rather than the other way around.
No poison for this particular girl boss.
Lily Flannoy used a steel violin string to garrote her husband.
She dragged his body down here and left a bouquet of forget-me-nots on his chest.
The husband's ghost has been seen in these parts, staggering about using both hands to keep his partially severed head on straight.
I felt a small involuntary smile twitch at my lips.
Marco, the ghost tour guide, shot me an annoyed glance.
He didn't like my attitude.
While there was a lot of that going around, I schooled my face to sorrowful reflection.
This just really wasn't my thing.
[gentle music] It had been a long, long day at the conference, and the weather was colder than I'd expected.
But once Sadie suggested the Halloween ghost tour, there was no way I could take the risk of sitting it out.
Sadie slinked her way into the offices of Pickering and Price six months ago and has made my life a misery ever since.
Of course, she targeted other people too, mostly other women, but she definitely had it out for me in particular.
Sadie was great at everything about the job except the actual work we were paid to do.
She would often invite coworkers to lunch, loudly proclaiming that she was already done with this or that assignment, leaving behind a burning garbage pile of error-riddled product that somebody, usually me, would have to skip lunch to try to salvage.
A number of my coworkers were decidedly unimpressed.
In our long-running text thread, Cathy and I referred to Sadie as Pick Me, and Not Like The Other Girls, and The Underminer.
There was always lots to say about Sadie.
As soon as she arrived, she dove into office politics like a Medici duke.
She wrapped her flattery in so many layers it became invisible.
She would let managers overhear her making admiring comments about them to other people.
Once a management type wandered into earshot, she would blithely toss out total non-sequiturs about how Jason handled this or that situation brilliantly, didn't I think? Her contributions at meetings seemed to be various versions of, "I think Dave made a great point when he said..." [laughs] And of course, the managers lapped it up.
I wouldn't say I lost respect for them.
[crowd murmuring] By the third murder, I was just about over it.
At least this one was a woman killing a man rather than the other way around.
No poison for this particular girl boss.
Lily Flannoy used a steel violin string to garrote her husband.
She dragged his body down here and left a bouquet of forget-me-nots on his chest.
The husband's ghost has been seen in these parts, staggering about using both hands to keep his partially severed head on straight.
I felt a small involuntary smile twitch at my lips.
Marco, the ghost tour guide, shot me an annoyed glance.
He didn't like my attitude.
While there was a lot of that going around, I schooled my face to sorrowful reflection.
This just really wasn't my thing.
[gentle music] It had been a long, long day at the conference, and the weather was colder than I'd expected.
But once Sadie suggested the Halloween ghost tour, there was no way I could take the risk of sitting it out.
Sadie slinked her way into the offices of Pickering and Price six months ago and has made my life a misery ever since.
Of course, she targeted other people too, mostly other women, but she definitely had it out for me in particular.
Sadie was great at everything about the job except the actual work we were paid to do.
She would often invite coworkers to lunch, loudly proclaiming that she was already done with this or that assignment, leaving behind a burning garbage pile of error-riddled product that somebody, usually me, would have to skip lunch to try to salvage.
A number of my coworkers were decidedly unimpressed.
In our long-running text thread, Cathy and I referred to Sadie as Pick Me, and Not Like The Other Girls, and The Underminer.
There was always lots to say about Sadie.
As soon as she arrived, she dove into office politics like a Medici duke.
She wrapped her flattery in so many layers it became invisible.
She would let managers overhear her making admiring comments about them to other people.
Once a management type wandered into earshot, she would blithely toss out total non-sequiturs about how Jason handled this or that situation brilliantly, didn't I think? Her contributions at meetings seemed to be various versions of, "I think Dave made a great point when he said..." [laughs] And of course, the managers lapped it up.
I wouldn't say I lost respect for them.
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