Copper Shock is a story telling channel in the form of old radio Foley sounds and music. Sit back and enjoy original scary stories read by Tasha Wheelhouse. Some stories are based on true life events, while others explore the dark and unexpected.
Bonus Halloween Episode: Red Lady In The Forrest
When I was younger and sitting in my first period English class in eighth grade our English teacher asked all of us.
“What stories have you told today?”
Considering that it was no later than 9:30 in the morning, everyone in my class looked confused at each other. My teacher then stood up from leaning on the whiteboard and asked us again.
“What stories have you told today?” I raised my hand and she nodded at me. “Tasha?”
“I don’t think I understand. The day has just started. And it’s not like we go telling each other campfire stories on the bus.”
“Oh, but you do.” My English teacher insisted. “You tell stories by your lockers too.”
She turned around and wrote a quote onto the whiteboard. Her handwriting fluid as the whiteboard marker gave a light squeak and patter.
“Mr. Warner, would you read the board for us please?”
I looked over to my classmate. He read the words aloud
“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”
She then turned to the class again.
“Miss Scout? Whom did you see this morning?”
Amanda shuffled in her desk to sit up before she spoke.
“I talked to Caroline.”
“She had a new set of stickers on her binder. And a new collage on her binder with some pictures from a magazine.”
“And she told you about who was on her binder and why?”
“Yes.” Amanda shrugged.
“So Caroline, in the hallway, told you a short story about her binder, what was on it, and why she liked those things.”
“Class, I want you to understand you don’t need to be born with a huge ambition to write a massive novel in order to be a storyteller. Maybe you don’t even feel comfortable writing yet. I will tell you that everyone is inclined to naturally tell stories, however small. And all creative writing is, is taking experiences, or asking questions about what would happen in those experiences. Take those questions and write down and write out what you believe would happen.”
I remember feeling very enthused for the first time in my boring first period English class. I wrote a ghost story that day, and I’d love to share it with you now.
I’m Tasha Wheelhouse and this is Copper Shock
Flagstaff, Arizona is a forest and desert. Hard to picture, but I would encounter lizards, and deer frequently near my home. It wasn’t unusual for me to sit outside on our back patio with some bread to feed the birds.
Our mother restricted the number of hours of VHS tapes I was allowed to watch in a day. If I came to her bored the only response she’d give me was “Tasha, read a book, write a book, or paint a picture.” I’d compromise and do none of those things, but make myself content to run around outside into the wide forest backyard.
I’d often play make-believe by myself. The neighborhood I lived in, didn’t have that many kids. Most of the homes owned there were retirement or summer homes for the rich. But our family, we lived here full time. My backyard wasn’t exactly in a suburb. It was a gated community was deep into the countryside between Flagstaff City and Sedona.
One afternoon, after being told to read a book, write a book, or paint a picture…I had let myself out into my backyard.
The Manhattan Well Murder
I usually start every episode with a hello to you, Constant Listener. And you may be in the UK, Canada, Australia, or even Belgium. But this episode I have a particular area of constant listeners within the United States who may find this episode interesting. You see, in grade school, all the way up through graduation, myself and others in my class were taught the basics of American history. I’ve always found it funny how American children are taught a meager 400 years of national history, as though native Americans are not part of this country’s heritage. We start talking about Pilgrims who land on the shores of Massachusetts, and how we grew as a nation from there.
But the secondary thing about learning only 400 years, is that other nations all over the world are established in the thousands. For how short a period of historic significance is given to our school system, I now see as lack of detail or whitewashing of American histories. I know the general rule of history is that it is written by those who have won the war. But imagine how misguided that places our younger generations when Philosopher George Santayana said “Those who don’t know their history, are bound to repeat it.”
My school preached that Thomas Edison was an electric inspirational hero and not a conniving businessman who had no problem stealing others’ work and taking credit.
Or that we willfully ignore the fact that George Washington, America’s first president, not only owned slaves but would pull their teeth out of their skulls to use for his own set of dentures. Dark overtones of history are prevalent in every country, and yet not discussed.
That era of George Washington, the Colonial Era was of great interest to me when I was little. My favorite American Girl doll was Felicity Merriman. I had a matching blue dress and wore it for three Christmases until I grew too big for it. I would collect American Girl cards, read the monthly magazine, and of course read the books. There was one book, in particular, I loved from the Felicity series. Lady Margaret’s Ghost. So as I sat to write this episode thinking about patriotism during this election year, ghosts, and realized I could do an episode of colonial ghosts!
Ghosts generally are associated with the pale misting figure of a human spirit once privy to a physical body, blood, and breathing air. What I find most intriguing about ghosts is that it’s a lurking reminder of what haunts. Haunting in the sense that it is difficult to forget. It lingers, it follows, it remains a constant companion to guilt.
In this episode, I wanted to tell you more about Alexander Hamilton & Aaron Burr.
And what ghosts they have left behind.
I’m Tasha Wheelhouse and this is Copper Shock.
This story is rather short so I’ll do my best to give it to you in as simple a manner as I can. I worked in a bistro on Spring Street in New York when I was going to college. It wasn’t the best job, and late nights can feel like a drag. The movie the Ring had just made a huge hit, and everyone was insane about wells and their nightmare fuel factor. This restaurant I worked at, had it’s very own %100 real antique New York Farm well in the basement storage section.
Jaden and I were wiping down tables, putting away napkins, and doing general reset after closing the doors. If we were efficient then we could easily get out in a minimum of 30 minutes. There was one night in particular that Jaden insisted on teasing me. He had finished counting the till and called over to me.“Have you ever looked down the well in the storage room?”
I felt my stomach drop a bit.
Preview: The Manhattan Well Murder
Hello Constant listener! Happy election year here in the US. I thought this upcoming episode should be focused on a ghost of a founding father. But as I was able to take a closer look at a certain haunted location in New York City, did I realize what ghost story I was looking at. Join me for The Manhattan Well Murder. I’ll see you soon.
“Let me tell you about the year 1799 in New York City. It’s a port and countryside town. When you look in the newspapers during the turn of the century, green coffee and Havana sugar were in high trade for sale. Horse and carriages lined the streets. And an advertisement for the curious asks patrons to spend a quarter of a dollar at your local tavern to see the Green Dragon (also known as the curious Lavana).
These were the common items reported in the daily newspapers in December of 1799. However American tastes for newspaper headlines changed in January of 1800. Because on January 2nd, a woman’s body was discovered and dredged up from the deep. She was bloated from sitting in water for over 10 days. Her neck was purpled, consistent with strangulation before she ever had a chance to drown in the dark abyss that was the well.”
I Saw La Llorona in Houston Texas
Hello Constant listener, I learned an interesting fact the other day about the skull and crossbones insignia. While widely recognized for being associated with toxic waste, or pirates of the Jolly Roger; it was used for centuries before pirates utilized this symbol. Who used them you may ask?
It may not be a surprise to tell you much originated in catholicism symbolism during the late middle ages. A medieval period in European history, the skull and crossbones symbol was associated with Danse Macabre, a personification of death. It also held meaning as “a dance of death”. That through life we must accept that we dance with death. Skull and crossbones are also associated with a theme called “Memento Mori”, this phrase or reminder acts as a warning stating “Remember death.” That by acknowledging death it helps to assist our earthly perspectives, reminding us that we are mortal. But Memento Mori is more than skull and cross bones, It’s almost a universal philosophy that is seen across multiple nations.
In Portugal there is the Capela dos Ossos (or Chapel of Bones) where the halls are an unusual spectacle. An estimated 5,000 corpses were exhumed and used to be displayed floor the ceiling down its corridors by the monks who managed this chapel. Again, this is not meant to be morbid, this is an old cultural understanding of honoring the dead, and reminding ourselves to be grateful for the life we have now to enjoy and live well.
In Tibet, a buddhism practice known as Lojong progresses an elevated mind by thinking on the four contemplations for a revolution of the mind. The second of these four dwells on the impermanence of death.
In Scotland, Mary, Queen of Scots owned a large watch carved in the form of a silver skull. It had a quote engraved from a latin poet named Horace.That quote said: “Pale Death knocks with the same tempo upon the huts of the poor and the towers of Kings.”
I’m Tasha Wheelhouse and this is Copper Shock
My mother used to love to tell me the story of La Llorona when I was little. It was a great way to make sure I didn’t stay out after dark as a kid. There was a film that came out recently, but I think it’s more Hollywood than it needs to be. I’d like to tell you the story of La Llorona the way my mother used to tell it to me. My mother was a master storyteller when I was six, but I’ll do my best here.
Scary stories always started with the way she’d smirk out from the corner of the mouth, almost as if she couldn’t hide the happiness she felt scaring me to sleep. She would lean down and tuck the blankets around my body so tightly that I couldn’t move my arms. She’d ask me if I was a mummy and I’d always giggle and nod my head. It was one of my favorite bedtime games we did together.
“Que historia esta noche?” (Which story tonight?) Her voice had a soft coo, and a gentleness that I miss whenever I think of her now. She’s passed on, and talking about her can be hard because I loved her so much.
“La Llorona!” I squeaked and tucked my nose under the rim of my blanket. She’d ask me if I was sure it tended to keep me up for a while whenever I asked. But I would be insistent. This was one of her far more elaborate bedtime stories. She sighed and agreed. I’ve translated it to English for the remainder of our conversations.
“La Llorona or the Crying Woman was once a very pretty woman who lived happily on a farm. She had long hair that everyone admired.” Mother would always stroke my hair at this part. I could feel the soothing way the edges of her nails ran over my scalp.
“Everyone in the town thought she was the prettie...
Preview of The Story of La Llorona in Houston Texas
Hello Constant Listener, This week’s preview will highlight the examination of death. How it is part of our lives at every moment, and while it may not need be the focus of how we live, we know we live with the Momento Mori. A constant reminder that death is near, even if not sensed. This weeks preview episode discusses an experience in Houston Texas, and a ghostly woman famously known as La Lllorona. Enjoy
Original Tale: Basement Stairs That Lead To Nowhere
Hello Constant listener, I have a special treat for you. Would you be curious to listen to the original person behind the story of The Basement Stairs That Lead to Nowhere? I was able to record my conversation with her, and thought you’d find it interesting also.
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The stories are wonderful, her voice is soothing and suspenseful, and the music fits every scene. This is pure podcast perfection.
Copper Shock Is Back! 👍❤️
Welcome back Tasha ~!
I’m so glad I check in with favorite podcasts that stop uploading for long periods of time, when I get a chance: to see if there’s still some life going on behind the scenes ~ and every once in awhile I get a delightful surprise when suddenly there’s some new episodes up - it happened with the wonderful “Clouded”, and now here with “Copper Shock!
I’m so glad ~ and I hope you’ll all be around for a long time ~ 🌷🌼🌾🌹💐
It’s almost eerie how you are given a false sense of security by Tashas sweet tone delivering the creepy stories! You can’t help but get pulled in.