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What if your local Dollar Tree was hiding staggering secrets of the paranormal? It's all coming to you in this year's edition of Hometown Horrors! We read stories from listeners like you just in time for Halloween!
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Don't look under the internet. Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. Sink, uh oh, sink. Toilet. Kitchen Bath tub.
Speaker 3:By the powers combined, we are sinks.
Speaker 2:We are plumb.
Speaker 4:Bingo.
Speaker 3:We've plumbed.
Speaker 2:Well, snake, you're plumbing. Welcome to Don't.
Speaker 4:Look Under the Internet Alright this was the worst opening.
Speaker 2:This is the worst intro we've ever done.
Speaker 4:Hey, you know what? I'm sure it's not. If they're all bad, one has the chance of being good. This is how it works right.
Speaker 2:I don't know if we can top the episode where I was muted for like 15 minutes and just had to cut around all the parts that I was talking.
Speaker 3:I don't know.
Speaker 4:That's pretty good.
Speaker 3:I don't know what to think about that.
Speaker 4:Well, I would like to say hello everyone, Welcome to. Don't Look Under the Internet, Just like Moot said. Speaking of that's Moot.
Speaker 2:I am. I have two faces today. Yeah, what's your costume? My costume is a $2 dollar store mask that I thought was cool that I bought. That is the only Halloween decoration costume thing I have in my house at the moment.
Speaker 4:Very nice, very cool yeah. I described myself as a fucking androgynous Voldemort.
Speaker 2:You need a wand. Do you have a wand? I have this red bull.
Speaker 4:I have a gun.
Speaker 3:Yeah, let me just pull out my Glock real quick, that works just as well.
Speaker 4:That's Doug, or whatever you're supposed to be.
Speaker 3:Howdy partner. Who are you supposed to be? What's your costume? I am very niche JoJo's bizarre adventure character named Gyro Zeppeli, but for tonight.
Speaker 4:Gyro Zeppeli Is he.
Speaker 3:Italian. Oh yeah, you gotta say it like Gyro Zeppeli, you know.
Speaker 4:Gyro Zeppeli.
Speaker 3:And you gotta throw the hand around.
Speaker 4:Gyro.
Speaker 2:Zeppeli, I feel like you can make a hell of a Tex-Mex pizza.
Speaker 3:Oh yeah, if you ever had spaghetti pizza, because that's what I imagine they eat.
Speaker 4:No, that sounds too Italian. Yeah, that's too much.
Speaker 2:Yeah, sounds like Americans took Italy and ruined it.
Speaker 4:I am Ken and I am enough. We'll see about that. I'm great at doing stuff. I got my chain on, I got my bandana, that's a lightning bolt. And I am all about the patriarchy. Yes, it does Love me, the patriarchy. Patriarchy rocks. That's about horses, right yeah yeah. I thought so so cool yeah everyone welcome.
Speaker 2:What are we doing? Should we address the fact that Jason's out here?
Speaker 4:He's dressed as a ghost because he's here in spirit. Oh, oh, oh, oh. You like that shit. Sure, that works that was one, that's Jason.
Speaker 2:There we go, the alien in the corner.
Speaker 4:Yeah, no, jason's not with us, so we are today.
Speaker 3:You can't say it like that. You can't say he's not with us, he's not with us tonight. No.
Speaker 4:Jason is no longer with us. He's no longer with us professionally. Yeah, for tonight.
Speaker 2:Later we're going to do a fucking like seance and like try to resurrect him. He may be back.
Speaker 4:Well, no, the water that is flowing up in my basement right now is from the Lazarus pit, so I'll just bring him back from that, okay, cool.
Speaker 2:We're going to do some Sump Pump Alchemy later.
Speaker 4:Sump Pump Alchemy sounds like a punk band.
Speaker 3:Put it on the weird band name list.
Speaker 2:Yeah, we're Sump Pump Alchemy.
Speaker 4:Sump, pump Alchemy, alchemy.
Speaker 3:They're like guar, but they just spray shit into the crowd the whole time.
Speaker 4:Hell yeah, mike.
Speaker 3:Poops and his Sump Pump.
Speaker 4:So what are you going to do? Right? This is a very special episode. It's this episode that happens once a year, Just once a year. This I need you to do a little bit of After Effects here. Give me a little bit of a thunder rumble right here. You hear that, oh, thundery rumble. Oh, was that a witch's cackle? Was that a ghost moan? Ooh, we're doing hometown horrors.
Speaker 3:I remember fucking editing this last year when he was doing this shit and I was like you, I'm not getting the satisfaction this time.
Speaker 4:You don't, please do. I'm pretty sure Doug did it once. I'm just like, do you hear that? Is that thunder, and he just did a fart it was just fart noises.
Speaker 3:Yeah, I can't. I don't remember what episode that was but it was pretty good. It was just fart noises every time.
Speaker 4:Yeah, we're doing hometown horrors. We have a couple stories that you, the listener, sent us to read, so we're going to read them. We have a couple longie boys, so we're going to knock out some of these longie boys first and we're going to go from there, but we would like to thank everybody. We'd like to thank each and every one of you that submitted a spoopy, scary story, because they're super fun to read and as much fun as it is finding creepy things on the internet, things that are real scary just that much more satisfying this is intimate.
Speaker 2:Yeah, we also submitted a longie boy or a chode of a story.
Speaker 3:We also get. We're getting a lot more submitted than we used to, obviously, so last year we were kind of stretching this time we got plenty. Nobody specifically requested to read their own stories either, except for one person who actually will not be anymore. However, yeah, just as far as things go tonight.
Speaker 4:Yeah, I think last year I had to retell my ghost cop story.
Speaker 2:I'm pretty sure thanks to Doug, but we'll cover that later. Hell yeah, you're going to tell it then.
Speaker 4:Well, boys, do we want to start off? We don't really have any housekeeping today. That's the scariest part of the episode.
Speaker 3:Oh no we're losing interest in everyone.
Speaker 4:Do you guys want me to start? One off, I want to start with.
Speaker 2:What are we drinking, what are we thinking?
Speaker 4:Oh shit, you're right, this is the ample time. What are you drinking? What are you thinking? There's a bottle here and it's empty. Yeah.
Speaker 2:I appreciate that I didn't do it well enough so you had to redo it.
Speaker 4:You didn't clap you have to clap.
Speaker 2:Okay, okay, I'll keep that in mind for next time.
Speaker 4:Come on, son. This isn't your first. What drink, what thing? Get it together and be professional.
Speaker 2:No son of mine knows it claps while he sings the drinks Because I don't have Jason over here to scream like yeah and clap and shit, while I just watch on.
Speaker 3:Like you guys are idiots, Be professional we're drinking.
Speaker 4:For fuck's sake, Moot. What are you drinking tonight for this spooky occasion?
Speaker 2:I got a few things. I got Wild Turkey 101 and I've got a Great Lakes Elliott Ness Amber Lager, which is a brewery from, I believe, cleveland that I really like and I really like the aesthetic of all the beers that they like, all their beer labels.
Speaker 4:I do like a good like over the top beer label. There's a place near me called Flight that they they have a bunch of like specialty beers and they have some really good stouts that have some kick ass labels on it Hell yeah, you can sell me beer with packaging 100%. Yeah, same, unless I see the words Indiana pale, ale on it that I throw it away.
Speaker 2:I don't know what Indiana pale ales are.
Speaker 4:I don't like India pale ales. Oh, they're India pale ales oh don't suck too. Blame us for this shit, Damn you.
Speaker 3:Indiana.
Speaker 4:Well, it'll suck too. I hate IPAs. They're garbage. Doug, what are you drinking?
Speaker 3:I have some finely crafted Meyer purified drinking water because I'm detoxing my liver, hell yeah.
Speaker 4:Nice, nice, I have Wait, it's stuck. It's stuck A Coke, oh yeah. And and our good boy Evie Willis, the old faithful, old faithful.
Speaker 3:Evan Williams.
Speaker 2:Evan Williams.
Speaker 4:Evan Williams. Evan Williams, sponsor us. I love you. You're cheap and you get the job done. At 43% alcohol, no one does it like.
Speaker 2:Evan.
Speaker 4:Ow Ow, I elbowed the Coke.
Speaker 3:You get that, I'm okay, you get that, I'm okay.
Speaker 4:You've done it, but let me just crack the seal here and then I'll pour me up a fatty, and by a fatty I mean just a regular old alcohol.
Speaker 3:You just hear a fucking go go, go, go, go, go, go, go go.
Speaker 4:Get, get, get get. And always whenever you say it's a lot, but like whenever you look at it's like damn. I just went through like a quarter of the bottle. No, because it felt like here's like it's the neck. There's like nothing in the neck. Yeah, so it always looks worse. I always look at it and I'm like damn I need to stop.
Speaker 5:That's what she said but then I realized I didn't drink that much.
Speaker 4:Get, get, get, get, get, all right. So, boys, now that we know that we're getting sloppy, who wants to start off with the stores?
Speaker 2:I can start why don't yeah okay. That works. All right, you have to give me a who's who's who's you doing. I'll do winner shepherd. All right, I don't know if this is spelled this way when it was submitted or this is just spelled this way in the document, because it says shepherd. It's probably wrong in the yeah, it's probably shepherd.
Speaker 3:I'm pretty sure it is. We'll just we'll. We'll you read I'll double check. Okay, all right.
Speaker 2:This one's pretty long, so thank you for submitting this one. So winner shepherd has a very long story for us, and it goes like this it says yeah, so there's winter shepherd.
Speaker 2:Yeah, so I'm a very original man of Duluti, Long time listener, first time emailer. I just wanted to say first, y'all have had me laughing myself into tears, constantly reassuring the FBI agent watching me that my Google search history is definitely based around ARGs and, in general, just giving me some great conversations with my Xbox. Keep being amazing. Or Xbox, xbox, xbox, not your Xbox, sorry.
Speaker 2:Anyway, any who, Sometimes the Xbox does that yeah, sometimes you need just anything to talk to, and I'm yeah, I love it either. It's fun. If you want to love your Xbox. You do that Anyway.
Speaker 3:I had this. Her name is Sony.
Speaker 2:Poltergeist Experience around Christmas time of 2015. Since Hometown Horrors is about to roll around, I figured I'd throw my hat into the ring. Thank you again Before.
Speaker 4:Before you're putting like music background right, sure, yeah, yeah.
Speaker 1:No, you gotta put a firecrackle and music in the background.
Speaker 4:Yeah, I'm making it work. I'll actually put everything into this one. Was that a faint wolf howl? Goddamn, Ooh that's scary, I don't know.
Speaker 3:I've never heard of a wolf, but maybe there's wolves around or something. Maybe it's a, maybe it's just a fucking fart.
Speaker 2:Before I get into it, I'd consider myself a heavy skeptic. Despite growing up in a very religious background, I have a very rational and logical outlook on life. I like to think I like to have rational explanations for even the craziest things. I also grew up with a schizophrenic grandma and have seen many, many people with mental health disorders having manic and delusional episodes, so I think a lot of supernatural instances can be chalked up to your brain playing tricks on you. However, this is one instance where I can't deny that I was thoroughly freaked out and have no logical explanations for the craziness myself and two other coworkers witnessed. Obviously, all the names of the people involved have been changed for privacy reasons.
Speaker 4:There's Dan Stan Fran man Plan Plan.
Speaker 2:And his grandma, gran. Back in 2015, I used to work as a nighttime assistant store manager at a Dollar Tree store in Tampa, florida. It was a fairly small store and a quiet strip mall on the north side of the county. There were only six aisles and about three cashier registers. At the back of the store were two industrial swinging doors that led into a huge stock room, a small bathroom, which someone stole both the toilet handle and the bathroom door handle twice, and two alarmed back doors used for truck day and putting out trash. Attached to the first register station was a balloon filling station and a small cubicle with double-sided glass that was used as the manager's office. We only had about 10 people total working in the store, so most night shifts were one cashier and one manager. However, during Christmas time, there were usually three or four of us per shift two to three cashiers to clean and run registers and one manager to fill stock.
Speaker 2:It was the week before Christmas and I was set to work with my best cashier, kayla, from 12pm to 11pm.
Speaker 2:My general manager wanted us to really focus on selling these motion-activated ornaments that she'd just unpacked and put on a shelf at the end of register two, facing the back of the store. These ornaments were extremely cheap and barely worked unless you physically shook them, and then they'd only play this hellishly distorted rendition of we Wish you a Merry Christmas. All night we tested them for customers not a single work by simply walking by. Anyways, the shift gets pretty busy, but uneventful, aside from shoplifters being chased out until closing time. The store closes at 10, and the back store lights are set to go off at 11.30pm, unless you hit the on button in the manager's office. We cleaned up the store, took out the trash, activated the back door alarms and started counting our register tills in the manager's office by 10.55pm. So the back of the store was pitch black. You had to put all the money in the deposit bag every night and drive it to the bank overnight drop box at the end of every shift.
Speaker 4:Kayla and I Now I know the perfect time to rob them.
Speaker 2:Yeah, I feel like we've got a lot of information that we can use to plan a heist going on here.
Speaker 3:I feel like I'm getting a fucking workers' intro video on how this place runs. But yeah, go ahead, yeah.
Speaker 2:Kayla and I are rushing to finish up our bank deposit before the front lights went out at 11pm so we suddenly hear the stockroom door slam, followed by a chorus of distorted voices that start singing. We Wish you a Merry Christmas. Kayla and I are looking at each other like what the fuck, especially since I had checked the entire store for stragglers. Yet it legitimately sounded as if someone was standing at the end of register two shaking all the ornaments. We both stood there frozen until Kayla decided to stand up on a chair to look out the double sided glass. Nobody was there. Officially freaked out, I turned on the back lights and shouted I'm calling the cops. We waited for a second, ready to dial 911, but it was suddenly quiet on the floor. I tried to get my shit together but decided to lock out the deposit in the safe and we agreed to let the morning shift take it to the bank. As I'm writing the note to my general manager, apologizing for riding the clock and not taking the money, someone starts running full tilt down the aisles. There was nobody out there, but you could hear the footsteps, almost like a bunch of little kids running free range. Kayla and I didn't even clock out. I didn't even lock the main exit door. We ran the fuck out of there. I got my ass chewed out by the next shift, by the general manager. But Kayla backed me up on the freaky stuff from the night before. My GM was understandably mad, telling us that there's no such thing as ghosts, especially since nothing weird happened the previous night when she worked. To make us feel safer, or maybe to prove that we were lying, she agreed to give me two cash ears for the next shift Kayla and another girl, lily. Again, nothing out of the ordinary for a busy store Christmas shift. Until closing time it was about 10pm.
Speaker 2:We were all in the manager's office getting ready to count our cash, with the door open, initially trying to figure out a shortage on Tilly's register, until Kayla went out to go to use the bathroom. I sent Lily to check under her register register 3, to see if any money had gotten dropped or stuck under the counter. While I watched her from the office, out of the corner of my eye, I see something moving at register 2. It was a long claw like hand waving in front of those creepy Christmas ornaments. I screamed and I ran out to grab Lily, shoving her back into the office and locking the door. Moments later, kayla came running from the bathroom, pounding on the door and begging us to let her in. She said that she saw a human shaped shadow in the stock room and freaked out Just as I was opening the door to let Kayla in. I wouldn't have done that. Lily screamed as she saw a shadowy person standing by register 3.
Speaker 2:And in an admittedly asshole move, I threw Lily out of the way and hid under the manager's desk. That's what I'm talking about, While Kayla put some boxes in front of the door.
Speaker 2:We all started screaming, contemplated, calling the cops, but ultimately decided to shove everything half counted into the safe and make a run for it Again. I was so panicked that I forgot to lock the main exit door. The next day my general manager was pissed, telling us to stop being silly and do our jobs. Lily before the previous night didn't believe me, tried to call out sick, but Kayla beat her to the punch. We had a weirdly tense shift but again nothing crazy happened until closing. We were halfway through getting the bank dropped together when the ornament started singing. Again Freaked out, but more scared of losing my job than anything this time I decided to ignore it and finish up the deposit bag. As we're leaving the manager's office, lily screams and takes off, running for the front door. She panically tells me that she saw a human-shaped shadow standing in an aisle, only starting to walk towards us. As I was looking at the office. Now there's where I really can't explain any of this. The front door was unlocked, but it wouldn't budge At this time. I'd like to mention that Lily was tall and pretty athletic. Myself, admittedly, a bigger gal, has some brute-sink. I've been calling you he this whole time. I'm so sorry. I broke a door from slamming it once. Even with both of us throwing our weight and shoving it on an unlocked door, it would not open. It was as if someone was holding it shut from the outside. At this point I'm frantically crying, probably thinking I'm gonna die when the door finally flies open. We took off so fast. Lily forgot to even follow me to the bank, forcing me to take all of the money by my paranoid self. She ended up calling out the next day.
Speaker 2:The next night I worked with my general manager and, annoyingly, nothing happens, absolutely nothing. No ornaments, no footsteps, no shadow people, just a normal ass shift. At this point I was real sick of this ghost or whatever it was as shit, and I asked a rather suspicious friend of mine how to get rid of evil spirits. My friend suggested holy oil. Yeah, I was like I'm gonna die and I'm gonna put my eyes to you and putting crosses over the doors. After another night of possessed ornament serenades and shadow people lurking through my store, I decided it wasn't such a stupid idea. Probably due to me being unable to get my shit together, my general manager finally put me on a morning shift. I got there a bit earlier, putting oil crosses above all the doorways and saying a quick blessing before store opened. I'm not a religious person though I was raised in a religious home but it was kind of comforting that maybe it could work. Strangely, it was really calm the rest of the day in the store.
Speaker 2:The next night shift I had my general manager started randomly talking about one of our ex-assistant managers who had been fired a few months before. Apparently, she randomly came by the store and apologized but didn't elaborate any further. Jokingly, she told me that I'd rid the store of evil, adding that our ex-manager claimed the practice voodoo, claimed two practice voodoo. Now, whether or not it was a poltergeist or some crazy voodoo revenge from a jilted manager, I have no idea. A part of me doesn't want to know One thing for sure this is the only tangible encounter with the supernatural, if you want to call it that that's happened to me. While it bugs me, there's no logical explanation it still gives me, and whoever I tell the story to, the creeps. I work in a hotel in the ghetto now, so I see scarier things than ghost voodoo and demons. But maybe one day I'll have another ghost story to tell. Until then, stay amazing and safe. Invariant overlord.
Speaker 4:Hell yeah.
Speaker 2:That's pretty good one. It was really well written. Good job. Yeah, it was very well written.
Speaker 4:So here's the thing I'm going to tell all you listeners this if you have a ghost slayer, supernatural event that keeps happening to you, like it's a reoccurring thing, I'm not going to tell you to spend your money, but get a GoPro, slap it on your forehead that way you can record whenever you see shit when you're going around looking at shit.
Speaker 2:Yeah, 100%. Why does this shit always happen? We have so many devices that can record things. Now and these things happen and nobody's recording.
Speaker 4:Zach Vagans yeah, just wear.
Speaker 2:Google glasses all the time, zachary Vagans.
Speaker 3:I just want to fight a ghost.
Speaker 4:Very scary story, though you know what you should do is winter shepherd, winter soldier. What was it?
Speaker 2:Winter soldier Overlord is how they sign the email, so I'm going to go with that instead.
Speaker 4:Varian overlord. Here's what you do.
Speaker 3:Yeah, there was like three names. I didn't know which one to pick. You got to go back.
Speaker 4:They got to go back to the store and see what happens. You might have been a.
Speaker 2:We have to go back to the Dollar.
Speaker 4:Tree, we got to go back. We got to go back, marty, we got to go back, see what happens. Who knows, maybe you might trigger something.
Speaker 2:Yeah, I don't know. I think you should submit this to Zach Beggins. This Dollar Tree may finally be the thing.
Speaker 4:Go to Seventures at D-Mil-Dot-Com or whatever.
Speaker 3:Yeah, lissa had her D-Tree haunted story for us too. Lissa's got one. What that about? Yeah, she told us a year or two, I don't remember what year, but she told us her story. Remember no? It's fine, it's fine. She did that. It was about a dollar general or a Dollar Tree or whatever. But yeah, it's just funny that they're so haunted.
Speaker 4:People are dying for those savings dude. It's that easy.
Speaker 2:I will say like you said, you were a good big metal fan.
Speaker 3:I will say we didn't do a very good job vetting any of these stories, so as if we're just almost like reading these for the first time right here.
Speaker 2:Yeah, if we get halfway through one or it's just total shit. We're just going to roll with it.
Speaker 4:I prefer that we are reading it for the first time, it adds an air of genuineness to it.
Speaker 3:A little spook penis Real reactions Raw.
Speaker 2:Reactions Live, real Raw.
Speaker 3:Fucking Raw's hell. Speaking of Raw, I think I'll go next and I'll read Toast Crumbles Hell yeah, toast Crumble, that's a raw name. Toastical Crumbles. All right, so this is by Mr or Ms Toast Crumble. Actually, I don't make my mistakes.
Speaker 3:Yeah, I don't want to assume their gender. So, yeah, toast Crumble story. I've only ever told two other people this story, not because I want to keep it secret or anything, but because even for me it's weirdly disjointed and unbelievable. One of the two that I told had a similar experience. This is the story that explains why I'm obsessed with horror as I am, though I gave up on trying to find any sort of lead or connection with anything I found online. This isn't supernatural, and I haven't found any patterns to follow or any of the other children that I remember being there.
Speaker 3:When I was young, I had a very chaotic life. I'm not going to go too deep into the baggage here. Suffice it to say I'm surprisingly well adjusted. If my memories from childhood are somewhat in a shamble Any day, or sorry one day, I remember my mother taking me on a drive that was super long, finding four shrouded highway. There's plenty of those here in Michigan, for better or worse. In my case, it's definitely for worse.
Speaker 3:I could spend my entire life trying to map every single road that Chris crosses the Great Lake State and still probably never come across the place I remember her driving to. She was silent the entire ride, which suited me just fine, as I always had my face buried in a book or in my Game Boy. What was unusual and made me uneasy at first was the silence. Normally you can expect to hear traffic or, in the boonies, such as they are in Michigan, wildlife it's surprisingly abundant here and in my mom's car you could always expect to hear some oldies playing or American Top 40 things like that. But that day there was no Beach Boys, no Simon and Garfunkel, none of the typical soundtrack of daily life for a millennial with a boomer parent. Pure, unadulterated silence. And in that silence she pulled quietly off the highway and onto a long, dark road, practically hidden by a canopy formed from old pine trees. Pines aren't usual here, but having so many that we're clearly ancient and clustered together along the edge of a road, well, that's probably a bit more unusual.
Speaker 3:I remember the building that we drove up to was imposing a solid face of cold, uncarrying concrete and dark windows, with thin, moth-eaten draperies that danced around the window frames like so many misty specters, directed in their movements by unseen drafts. It was tall. My child self-thought at the time it may have been the tallest building I'd ever seen. That hadn't been on television. I'd like to clarify here that I have no idea what the original purpose of the structure was. My memory seems to match with an abandoned mining facility slash elevator complex, but I checked that out a couple of years ago and the facade was completely different. If possible, however, the mining facility, having been abandoned more than a decade or two before my small adventure to it, showed more recent signs of life than this old building ever did, even in my memory. Childish fantasy maybe, or so I'd like to tell myself. I don't remember my mother actually speaking to the woman who received me at the front. She ushered me along to the back of the building after my mother, normally a very anxiety-ridden but loving woman, drove off without a word. In the back of the building I met an assortment of other children, all of whom stayed fairly silent even when I tried to introduce myself.
Speaker 3:I didn't have any friends anymore at that point in my life. It was a tumultuous period that included a lot of moving around and not very much time to get acquainted with any classmates or neighborhood kids. One girl spoke up and introduced herself as her younger sister. However, when I tried to recall their names, I only remember static. There was a rather rotund boy who seemed like he may have been a year or two older than me, and a skinny kid who seemed about my age but lanky and gawky, with a bowl cut and overly large ears.
Speaker 3:To the left, a dark shed, ahead a small grouping of mud puddles and behind that a rather steep hill that led upward into a dense, dark and altogether terrifying forest, the only one I've ever felt a strange urge to stay out of. I'm a nature lover and always have been To this day. I enjoy hiking, rock-climbing, disc golf and so forth, but that forest, it gives me chills to recall how cold, empty and dead it seemed. The woman who attended the children was dressed in what could be described as a Sunday finery among the truly god-fearing, not quite a nun's habit, but not quite contemporary either. Her attire consisted of a simple black dress with a large white cloth over the shoulders the knights, underneath, embroidered onto the dress with a simple black thread the
Speaker 3:boots with the fur when am I fuck me? At the time, I recall vaguely wondering if she was some sort of civil war reenactor or something similar. Her expression almost never changed from a lifeless facsimile facsimile of a plain smile that definitely never reached her eyes, which were striking yet cold, pale, almost dead blue. She might have been pretty if she seemed less like some sort of mannequin come to life. Mind you, I only ever saw the woman, one at a time, but it was one of the two caretakers that I saw there and one of three adults that were actually present. There was an older woman, dressed similarly but who had a fiery temper and whom seemed to enjoy punishing the children for any perceived rule breaking, apparently including spanking when not spoken to. Sorry, speaking when not spoken to. I don't know what the fuck spanking when not spoken to is, but Sounds pretty okay to me, I found out very quickly why the other children were always so quiet.
Speaker 3:I remember very quickly becoming bored with the minimal, sad collection of toys that were kept on hand for free time. The rest of it I also don't remember. All I can recall is being led in single file up flights of stairs and each child directed into a different room. When I try to think of what happened in the room I was directed into each day, there's just nothing. Entire hours, days, maybe even weeks worth of time just compromising gaps in my memory. Maybe it has something to do with the room chosen for each child changing every day. It wasn't. I wasn't the last arrival. Halfway through my stay at whatever the place was, the new girl was dropped off. I remember thinking she was very pretty, with black, curly hair and a swarthy, olive complexion and deep, dark brown eyes that seemed equally happy to see other kids and terrified of the entire situation. Her name is the only one I can remember Amelia.
Speaker 4:Oh scary.
Speaker 2:Yeah, yeah, air.
Speaker 3:Airplanes, except for that one time when she didn't come back. I couldn't not finish that Okay, so she never made it into line and never got put up into one of those rooms.
Speaker 3:Just immediately after seeing her own mother drive away, she burst into inconsolable tears and the older caretaker wouldn't stand for it and even took to making the skinny boy go and get a switch from the forest that she threatened the girl with. She took poor Amelia by the arm and marched her upstairs, warning all of us not to follow, to be obedient, to stay where we were or we'd be going to his office as well, and I don't recall ever seeing him, except for once, out of the corner of my eye. Voldemort, yeah, he who we do not talk about. As far as I knew until that moment, the only adults that were there were the two women who I thought couldn't stand each other, since I never saw them together.
Speaker 3:I've always been a night owl. I guess living chaotically, kind of does that to you If you're a kid. Well, I decided I felt bad enough for Amelia and I wanted to know what happened. So in the dead of night I crept carefully up the stairs to from the first floor we are, where we all slept on haphazard bunks and what seemed to be an old cafeteria. My idiotic child brain obviously hadn't realized that concrete stairs wouldn't creak the way wooden floorboards did. But old habits die hard, and being careful and sticking to uncertain shadows was a certain was certainly a habit.
Speaker 3:My brain noise is like yeah right, you got to be able to pass those stealth tracks. Okay, I've just lost my place, son of a bitch. Okay, upon reaching the top floor, I suddenly felt a panic at my own stupidity. I knew how angry the old woman got and between her threats of not knowing how long I was to stay, who know how? Who knew how bad I'd be making my own life if I got caught? But I carried forward anyway. Wisdom, not yet drawing the fine line between bravery and foolishness that I can recognize as an adult.
Speaker 3:There was only one door at the top floor and a very solid looking, heavy wooden door. It was partially open, spilling light from a guttering old lantern into the hallway and shifting the shadows into what looked like serpents, boogie man or a haunted other childish fear. I slipped into the room quietly and saw the lantern perch on a small dresser to one side, a small desk in the middle and a portrait on the wall to the right opposing the lantern. I looked at the list on the desk and I saw my own name and about two dozen other names. The only two that stuck out in my memory are mine and Amelia's. I recognize the names of the other children, of course, at the time, but when I struggle to work my way up the list from memory, the writing just disassembles itself and slides off the page. Every other name on the list was crossed out, including the one just below mine, amelia Cold.
Speaker 3:Fear gripped me then, in a way that it hadn't on the staircase or in the hallway filled with shifting shadows. I didn't know what the list really meant, and I still don't. I sort of never want to. I was paralyzed with indecision between taking the list and walking down one side of the seemingly endless U-shaped driveway and onto the highway in a desperate effort to find a phone, a cop, anything, or going downstairs and pretending I'd seen nothing. I chose the smart if cowardly route and turned to leave. But then a voice stopped me. I was frozen in the door frame, too shocked to move beyond when I heard the old woman directly behind me and felt her breath, sickly sweet, like all things, rotten and decayed on the back of my neck. It was shockingly cold instead of warm, though no less damp for it. You shouldn't be out of bed the next day.
Speaker 4:My mother pulled up to say that, like an old lady, you shouldn't be out of bed, was that? Me. I imagined a salad fingers. You shouldn't be out of bed.
Speaker 3:Yeah, we nailed it, cool. Yeah, where are we? I felt sharp stabbing pain near my elbow and my ankle and that woke me enough to get me tearing down the hallway, down the stairs and under the thin bedding that helps all children feel like they are impenetrable barrier against the horrors of the night. The next day my mother pulled up to collect me. Only once we turned onto the highway did she turn to me, smile and asked if I enjoyed my time at the science camp. That I truly believed. She thought she had left me at Past the seventh mile marker. She even popped in one of her CDs, bob Seager, no less. I quietly tried to reconcile her experience with mine, but to no avail. While playing Pokemon in the backseat. At least, she put new batteries in my Gameboy. I've tried for years to find information, ever since.
Speaker 3:I still have a small pitted scar on my right ankle and a Y shaped one on my elbow. The top line in the Y has faded over time so it's become more of a straight line, unless you look very, very closely. When I turned 22 and vaguely remember these events, I even dug one of my mom's old boxes of childhood nothings that she had kept of mine out of the deeper portions of a closet and I looked at my homework from earlier in the year and one of those summertime homework activity books that had also come with really basic educational computer games. Three months were missing from it. My mother never remembered a thing and claimed I got the scars in an accident in our old neighborhood. Thing is, I've never fallen off my bike except for one time when I was a few years older.
Speaker 3:I have no idea where my three months went, or any of the other children. To this day. Digging into that memory fills me with unease at best and can't complete an utter dread at worst. I've asked my sisters about it in the six or seven years since our mother had passed, but they claim to remember me going to summer camp. I didn't attend a summer camp until middle school. I decided to share with you, in the hopes that someone somewhere had a similar experience to mine. Maybe they'll hear it on Duluti, and if not, then that's okay. Something tells me I'd rather not know the entire story.
Speaker 4:Whoa what is what you got to do.
Speaker 2:Okay.
Speaker 4:You got to go back.
Speaker 2:You got to go back, we got to go on the head. We got to go back to the tall building.
Speaker 4:You got to go back to the tall building, this, this fucked up Hogwarts.
Speaker 2:Do you remember the name of the camp and have you tried to Google it?
Speaker 3:because no, I'm sure if they did they, they would have.
Speaker 2:You don't know that. You know you could probably.
Speaker 4:Google like camps in an area.
Speaker 2:Yeah they might have been so upset by their trauma that they couldn't remember. There's plenty of shit that I did.
Speaker 4:That like. Oh, I've done a lot of shit in my day that I do not remember. I don't remember. I have no memories from ages like nine and below None. I don't remember anything. So you could tell me that I fell off a bike at age seven and I'll believe you, even if I've never met you before, because you're you're, roger, as good as mine. That's kind of where.
Speaker 2:I was going when I deregistered, my own thought was like there's a lot of stuff I don't remember, like like I don't know. If somebody was like like if my mom tried to tell me something happened that I would just be like I don't remember that happening and so therefore it didn't happen. I think I would just be like all right, fuck it, whatever.
Speaker 3:Right. I feel that I think there's also like like pivotal memories that you have that. Like I have these like pivotal memories of like these really random things that happened when I was a child Couldn't tell you like what age I was or anything like that, but I just remember that thing and it's very short and very small thing, but it's like all right, like that is the only thing I remember. I don't know.
Speaker 2:Yeah, it's a good story, though I like it Spooky. That is very, very spooky, hopefully somebody else has found this lost summer camp, or knows of this lost summer camp, in a creepy tower in Michigan.
Speaker 3:It's given me the oh shit. What was that fucking boarding school we read about called? Are we talking?
Speaker 5:about school.
Speaker 3:Yeah, yeah, elon school. That's where you were at buddy.
Speaker 4:I was imagining what's his name? The castle of the evil scientist from Aqua Teen Hunger Force, oh, God yeah. I was, I can't.
Speaker 3:Is it no? No, I'm thinking of Rocky Horror, I was going to say Dr Frank and further, but yeah, that is not anyways.
Speaker 4:Moot, also not to sidetrack, but I have noticed you sipping from three different containers, bro, I'm fucking, I'm on one tonight. All right, my guy is on Hell.
Speaker 3:Yeah, he's got to have a fun drink, a drink to hydrate and then drink to get drunk.
Speaker 2:Yeah, I got my caffeine, I got my my. Yeah, like he said, my fun drink, my sipping drink, and then I got my the hard stuff for when I'm just fluctuating through emotional states tired, tired, chilling, and just like really needing to cover some shit up. Oh yeah.
Speaker 3:Sounds about right. Sounds about right.
Speaker 4:All right, all right, all right, all right. It's my turn. Take it this is a story all about how local eight is. It's from a member named local HGB. We're abbreviating the last one because we don't want to say the last bit, because if you want us to read your things.
Speaker 2:Sometimes some of you need to keep it clean up your username. Yeah, okay, learn from my mistake real quick. Sorry, personal anecdote time. I used to have this incredibly cringy email address and username that I use for everything and when I was a teenager, and I use it until my freshman year of college and I'm not gonna say what it was, but it was do it.
Speaker 2:It no, I'm not going to, but it. It was my moderately offensive and I kept my school email address and this email address logged in on my phone at all times.
Speaker 2:In the same mail application application got an email from one of my professors one time about something super important, totally responded to it and responded from the wrong account and definitely got a message back from my professor that was like in the future you should probably think about and from that point forward I have very much thought about the usernames that I use on things online yeah, just a roster 69 at hotmailcom yeah it's like the fucking aim aim days where you'd like change your and or your aim name like a hundred times and it just be really dumb shit, like I think.
Speaker 3:I think one of my old ones is like suck on my long one for a while, just like dumb shit.
Speaker 2:I would just like make remaking new aim accounts and like having to re-ad my entire friends list because I wanted it to ring so so local HDB has sent us two stories.
Speaker 4:I'm only gonna read one for right now, and if we have time at the end they will get back to the other one, but so this one, they even said, is their second story. Anyway, let's set the mood here. Cue that creepy, creepy music.
Speaker 3:There it is oh, is that a fart yeah, for this one.
Speaker 4:This time I was it's one, sina. This time I was 15. I lived in Arizona, big place for skin walkers, so you kind of know where this is going. The neighborhood I lived in was always pretty busy in the day, but dead silent in the night, as you were, as in, you were lucky to see one person out walking or driving. This isn't too strange, though. All the houses are nearly the same and the street lamps just make it all feel even more empty and odd.
Speaker 4:This story takes place at night. I was walking alone and I heard something. Obviously I'm gonna check it out, because usually nothing happens around this time and I was a stupid teen the perfect scene for a horror movie. I had to head down a gravel pit into an area with trees. What did you have to know? Had to dig head down this gravel pit into an area with trees, not a lot, but enough, so you couldn't see very well.
Speaker 4:Eventually I got close enough to see what looked like a dog, but everything was off. After getting closer it more resembled a coyote, but no normal coyote. Its limbs were weird, quite large and a lot bigger than what they should look like, and it had an arched back and an odd face. It was standing weird and the sounds it was making did not sound like a coyote. It looked and sounded very man-like and humanoid. This scared the crap out of me and I ran so fast, so fast, through the empty streets, barely illuminated by the strip dim street lamps, barely able to form a thought. I don't know what I was thinking, I don't know what the thing was or if skin walkers are real, but that's one of the few times that I actually thought I would die. If skin walkers are real, what I say that day was either the most grotesque costume the result was something getting to the coyote or a skin walker, I'm not sure what sets me off worse, the idea of real skin walkers or something able to do that to a coyote.
Speaker 4:I genuinely wish I made this up and I understand all doubt, but I swear it's happened and I will stand by it. And they even said, looking back at the first one, it's not as interesting. But I hope you guys find it cool or whatever. Set me up pretty, pretty nice to read that second one. But that's pretty creepy. You saw, you saw a skin walker, a regular old window, go man skimmed when to go where you want to go be a third Walker.
Speaker 2:Well, go. Where'd you win to go? Where went? Where to go? Where do you go? Where to go?
Speaker 4:where'd you go got a shorter one Joe got nine. When to go got nine, go got nine go. That was a shorter one, but ooh, I love me a good skin walker story. They're so creepy, creepy, creepy, creepy creepy baby, baby baby baby baby, baby, baby, baby baby.
Speaker 2:I guess it means it's my turn, huh yes, it is all right what are these? Accents just on the paper, it's my time. Beer, the Red Bull in the fucking Wild Turkey we're seeing.
Speaker 4:We're seeing marvelous moot. Yeah, finest. Yeah, I'm getting my lash malicious moot.
Speaker 2:Speaking again in crunk, I'm gonna read Kruger story ooh, that is another long one.
Speaker 3:You should bust out a blunt while you do this. All right, krunk, krunk along.
Speaker 2:Kruger you're a, this better be good. So Kruger says, hey, I've got a long, but wild story.
Speaker 4:Hey, listen to me hey.
Speaker 2:I've got a story hey, I've got a long but wild story. This experience changed my life and how I look at the world completely. I hope, at the very least, you all enjoy the read. Feel free to contact me with any questions or clarifications. We're gonna give you our questions right now. The names in this story have been changed for anonymity purposes. My name has been unchanged.
Speaker 2:Several years ago is when I first fell in love with ghost hunting. I had some experiences before this and enjoyed learning about the paranormal, but it wasn't until I met my friend Alan, and he introduced me to the hobby, that I fell down the rabbit hole. It was 2010 and I was 19. There was a very well-known asylum in town that had been a host to a lot of very awful things it had housed. The physically and mentally infirm parts were still in use at this time, but luckily, conditions had vastly improved. On this specific night, myself, alan and one of his friends, harry, had decided to sneak onto the property and explore the abandoned parts. Everyone who knew of this place and its history knew something dark lived there on top of all the other spirits. People would talk about experience. We've wondered for a. We wandered for a couple hours, seeing a lot of disturbing and decrepit things, but no haunts or hints of any kind. We had a few paints.
Speaker 3:It's like a.
Speaker 2:It's like a taint yeah, it's a haunted taint. It's a creepy gooch. We had a few more spit. A few more spits we could safely hit okay spots, I'm assuming. We had a few more spots we could safely hit without getting caught or getting injured. So we decided to first hit the tunnels. There were a few tunnels on the property that connected specific buildings, mostly for maintenance, but there were plenty of stories of residents spending their last hours alone and out of sight in them. That's fucking depressing.
Speaker 2:We picked our way down into one. It went for quite a ways into a hill but unfortunately had collapsed maybe two-thirds of the way in. We moved slowly, making jokes and stopping to look through rubble and papers. A lot of office furniture was down there, a few beds and wheelchairs too. I moved ahead to investigate some file holders on the ground nearest to the cave den area. I was only maybe 20 feet ahead of the other two.
Speaker 2:I felt a slight breeze, not too strange, or being near a hole not too strange for being near a hole to the outside world. That's when I heard it, the most blood-curdling scream you could imagine. I felt it more than I heard it. My whole body tensed up and started shaking. I was frozen on the spot. When it finally stopped. I took a moment to regain my senses. I look back to Alan and Harry in the beam of light. I could see how scared they were. We bolted. We didn't stop running until we got to the access road we had followed to find the tunnel. We walked in silence back to Alan's car. Then we just sat, sort of taking it all in. Then he went home. It wasn't for a couple of days that we talked about what had happened. Alan and Harry were hesitant, but I felt like we needed to.
Speaker 4:They're going back someone listen to us to compare notes.
Speaker 2:Things were strange for me after I had gotten home weird things like missing objects and missing time. We met a couple of days after they had heard the scream, but not as loudly or as physically as I had. I explained how I felt, how long it felt like it lasted and some of the issues I was dealing with. They had the same look on their faces that they had had that night. Kelsey, the scream was wild, but that's not what scared us. You disappeared. I shined my flashlight on you and you were gone just a dark spot. Alan choked the words out, harry nodding the whole time. You just phase back into the light after a bit. It was surreal. We talked a while longer and Harry suggested that I reach out to someone if things continue. Things continued the next couple of days. I kept losing time and misplacing objects.
Speaker 2:By the time a week had passed since the incident, things escalated. It was early in the morning. Sometime before sunrise I awoke with a jolt. I felt like I was being watched. I looked around my dark room but saw nothing. Then I tried to move. I couldn't panic, set in. I laid there, unable to move, for several minutes. Then it went away and I was free.
Speaker 2:I didn't get back to sleep that morning, though I I thought maybe it was just sleep paralysis, no big deal. It happened the next morning, though, and the next five straight days always the same. I had enough. I reached out to a friend who, normal, knew more about these things, and she directed me to a medium that she knew from the moment. She greeted me at her door, she gave me a sideways look. Pleasantries were cast aside. As I told her everything that had happened, going all the way back to the night of the incident, I included what Alan and Harry had told me you're being oppressed. She said so flatly I almost didn't register it at first. What? What does that mean? The dark spot that obscured you. It attached itself to you, followed you home and has been feeding off of you. It's a malevolent spirit, and it wants to hurt you.
Speaker 4:I couldn't believe it, asshole can you see it now?
Speaker 2:is it there with me? What is it exactly? I could feel the panic rising in my voice. She called me and explained that, yes, she could see it. It was a woman. She was furious and trying as hard as she could to completely envelop me. She had to prepare some things, but said she could help me. I should come back tomorrow afternoon. She suggested that I bring someone. I trust.
Speaker 2:I went home feeling numb. I was still in disbelief and worried what the night would bring, the same as before, being held tight to my bed. I convinced Alan to come with me back to the medium's house. He reluctantly joined me. We arrived at her place and she immediately began the cleansing process on Alan and myself, preparing us for what was to come. There were two other people in her sitting room. I didn't catch their names at this point. My ears were ringing. I felt nauseated and angry. She was angry. I honestly don't remember what happened, my first real experience with blacking out. Alan told me later that I tried to attack the medium a few times. He had held me back. I apparently vomited a couple of times. Some glass broke. The next thing I actually remember is sitting in one of the medium's couches. I was exhausted. Alan looked concerned. The medium assured me it was over. The spirit had been driven off. I went home feeling good.
Speaker 2:I woke up at like three in the morning at least my clock said as much. I rolled onto my back and there in front of me was a woman standing at the side of my bed, bent over my face. She didn't look sinister, she could have been my neighbor. A smile on her face, wearing a gown of some sort, dark hair. She placed a hand on my chest, then threw my chest. I gasped out. The pain was excruciating. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't scream. All I could do was look at her until she covered my eyes with her other hand. I woke up late in the day. I felt drained. Something was wrong. I called the medium and told her what I remembered. She seemed concerned and confused and that she'd called me back in a bit.
Speaker 4:I accidentally.
Speaker 2:I saw you see the extra ghost like two, like pieces of paper, just like fuck she has one that's like this spell ghost, the other just as oops.
Speaker 3:All ghosts like oh yeah actually say you home with another one oh shit, hitlers possess.
Speaker 2:I got the call and rushed over. I met a gentleman there named Greg Greg. Greg was a skilled spiritual healer and shaman. This is exactly what I expect out of a guy named Greg. He was going to free me of this oppression. I laid down the sitting room he was burning some earth and this smoke was thick and wafted over to me, he began chanting.
Speaker 2:I thought you were gonna do the corn yeah, there it is beckoning the spirit to show itself to him. The anger welled up in me again. It was a rage and it took everything to a rice chicken chicken not to attack him.
Speaker 2:This is serious. Suddenly I felt a terrible. My vision went for a moment and it hurts so bad. He reached down and marked my face and arms was something? I felt weak, I could hear screams in my ears, glass in the house rattling furniture, to then suddenly a weight lifted off of me. I passed out. I was only out for a few minutes. They helped me sit up. I was free. Finally, greg informed me that while it looked like a woman, like a spirit, it wasn't something dark and human and inhuman had grabbed ahold of me. I was lucky that I acted as quick as I had. It took a couple of weeks, but I eventually was myself again, hadn't had one resurgence since good thing she had a fucking mud shaman or drew it or with her mud shaman.
Speaker 2:Greg was just yeah in the yellow pages shaman all the day she found him on the thumbnail this.
Speaker 3:This story reminds me of a movie called fucking shutter not not the not the bullshit American remake, but like the original one. I mean the same shit, but yeah yeah, just on Craigslist wanted one shaman. I got a response from Greg. You think we should send him in?
Speaker 2:yeah, yeah, send him in all right we should go do some sort of medium thing sometimes yeah, can we do that?
Speaker 4:yeah, and I get my palm red since Greg's deets. I know a tariff card lady do, we could set up an appointment. Oh fuck, yeah, let's do that.
Speaker 3:Yeah, I think everyone and their mother knows a tarot reader. All right, I guess I'm up next. I'm gonna go ahead.
Speaker 4:Not gonna lie, like I don't want, to like I want to spend a little like two seconds here, but that was creepy Cuz. The weird like possession, things like that always kind of freaked me out, because that felt like a horror movie.
Speaker 2:For sure it's. It's started off.
Speaker 4:It started off. Give me vibes of the whole, like the the 4d lamp thing. I was like collapsing on itself. The story went over a while ago. It gave me like vibes of that at first and then just went downhill to a fucking demonic Demon possession there's also a little bit of Ted the caver going on a little bit.
Speaker 3:Yeah, a little bit. Yeah, they went back and Ted the caver, they were like yo, guys, we got a, we got a, we got us in a bed. Yeah, I'm gonna, I'm gonna say the same thing as the other ones.
Speaker 4:You got to go back. Strap that grow pro right on the forehead. Yeah, get your ass back in that we need a follow-up.
Speaker 2:We'll pay for the medium to fucking exercise you again.
Speaker 4:No, no, greg, We'll find Greg.
Speaker 2:We'll get Greg.
Speaker 3:Yeah, yeah, give me Greg. Yeah, we'll pay for Agree, though I think the, I think possession and like that kind of shit is like probably my favorite type of creepy story, to be fair. So Very good, very well written where we're fucking. I don't know like. Four for four, now, fo fo, fo, fo fo fo fo fo fo, fo, fo fo fo.
Speaker 4:Good job. We're pulling a Wendy's.
Speaker 3:Not a single goob. All right well, I guess I will read our next story, which is by Lanary Crump.
Speaker 2:And they write patron at some point. I don't know if they still, I think I think they still are.
Speaker 3:Yes, I believe. I believe they still are. Um, so, howdy y'all. I'm a big fan of the pod and also a local, so this so is the story. So when I was a kid, I went to a summer Girl Scout camp in central Illinois. It's a small camp outside of the equally small town of Gilman, illinois. This camp was called Wahana and it was full of fun, racist, indigenous names like that. I Went every summer from the age of, I think, nine to twelve. One year my Girl Scout troop decided to do some winter camping. Since we were not hardcore like that, we rented a cabin from the Wahana camp. The cabin is called the morning star, which I always found weird, considering the association with the name of Satan. Girl Scouts is low key Christian in some areas. The cabin is pretty cool. It's got a huge stone fireplace and chimney, a kitchen and stairs up to a big loft which overlooked living area.
Speaker 3:Yeah, I heard it falling down and yeah, anyways the alien fell over.
Speaker 4:It knows it's a ghost.
Speaker 2:Tabitha will protect you.
Speaker 3:All right where was? I Um fuck. If I recall, we only stayed one or two nights. On the first night I had a fun little surprise planned.
Speaker 3:I planned it with my two best friends who were in the troop, but the rest of the girls weren't in on it. I had written up a juvenile slasher story featuring a cast of girls very much like ourselves who are all brutally murdered in the very same cabin we were staying in. Very classic, very childish, but it was super effective. I pretended to find the story a crumpled and t-stained printer paper, of course hidden under a cot and then I read it to everyone in the Firelight. Everybody got so freaked out that they made me burn the story in the fireplace. I got a good laugh out of the whole thing, but I also kind of freaked myself out and I felt better when the story had been burned.
Speaker 3:The next day one of my best friends kept acting weird, but nothing crazy, and the early afternoon all of us dumb kids went for a walk in the woods and one of the girls fell through the ice of this creek. She wasn't hurt, but we all freaked out because we thought she might get frostbite, since it was the middle of winter, and thankfully we got her back and warmed her up and she was totally fine. So that's pretty much the story. Nothing supernatural, just some girls spooking each other until Cut like 20 years or later to 2022. Me and my two best friends from Girl Scouts are still in touch. We discovered that camp Wahana is currently abandoned. The camp was eventually too expensive for the low Wahana, so they sold the land to the state in roughly 2003 and the state wanted to convert the land into something with a similar camp design, but they haven't done anything with it for years, so the entire camp has just been standing abandoned. We decided to go for a visit of our old camp and check out how creepy overgrown.
Speaker 4:Thank you, they went back, they went back All right.
Speaker 3:So we decided to go visit our old camp and check out how creepy and overgrown it had gotten. It was a trip. All the windows in the buildings were busted out, tons of weird graffiti over everything in an abandoned van. I'll include some pics in this email, but there's lots more. I don't actually remember seeing pictures in the email. I have to check that when we I go back.
Speaker 4:So stop the story. She fucked up. No, fuck you.
Speaker 3:Eat, eat, eat, shit. All right, when we got to the Morningstar cabin we reminisced about our time camping there and my creepy, fake-ass story. My one friend said hey, I never told you this because we were already freaked out, but I saw a ghost that night and I almost you know I almost jumped out of my skin. My friend proceeded to tell me that the night I told that story after we'd all climbed up into the loft asleep. She was having a hard time sleeping. She kept waking up. One of the times she woke up she looked over and saw a pale woman standing over one of the cots of on the floor looking down at the girl sleeping there. My friend said she could see moonlight Filthing through the woman and cannot see the wall behind her. My friend got scared and just pulled her sleeping bag over her head until she fell asleep again. The freakiest part of this is the girl who the pale lady was looking at was a girl who would end up falling through the ice the next day.
Speaker 3:I got super freaked out hearing all of this. So many years later. My hebees were G? Beaded to the max. In the present there's no way to get up to that loft because the sir, the staircase was removed, but my two friends and I joke that next time we come to explore the abandoned camp, we'll bring a ladder and go up there, leaving an offering for the pale lady. That's it. I'd be happy to read it for the show if you'd like me to have lots of pictures. But I'm going to attach a few.
Speaker 3:Yeah, I didn't read that, obviously. Sorry, flannery, you can't read it. It's my bad, but I'm just going to attach a few that I got during our exploration. Cheers, flannery Crump and I will try to grab those pictures and we can. I'll have you know, matt work his magic and You'll hear some photo shutter noises here and there and Wow, did you see all those pictures?
Speaker 2:Oh, my nice, I hope they're just always a way pictures of butts, fax holes. Fax holes.
Speaker 1:All right that was creepy one. I do like a good camp story.
Speaker 4:Oh, those are creepy.
Speaker 1:And again very happy that you guys went back. No one seems to be going back.
Speaker 4:What is it like to now three that they go back to? Well, I thought that.
Speaker 3:Oh, my god, okay, I found the pictures. I actually am. I found the pictures. This place is super creepy. Holy shit, put them in the pod fam chat now.
Speaker 4:Boot has no excuse when it comes to adding them to the YouTube. You there in our email.
Speaker 2:I'm chat last week and I didn't put it in the episode. Well fuck, because I decided it was better if I just cut that section. Why did which part did you cut out the hangar?
Speaker 3:I don't know which part did you cut out the hangman.
Speaker 2:No, the Spotify or not Spotify, the SoundCloud section. There were some other reasons why I cut that section out. Oh, fair, fair, I don't know what that is, so it doesn't matter it doesn't kick ass.
Speaker 4:Is it my turn? Boys, I have story.
Speaker 3:Yeah, yeah, do it, this do I do you guys?
Speaker 4:you guys want to do J deaths? Yeah, you should. You should Fuck. Yeah, j death. I got your story, let's go. All right, I gotta try doing is I gotta try to do the voice? They got it. They got a good voice.
Speaker 3:Last time.
Speaker 4:I can't, I can't do it, I can't just started going into a Vegeta. No, I'm trying to channel my inner like solid snake. J does sounds like snake to me. I'll submit a hometown horrors last time and then they'll read it.
Speaker 3:You are, you are right.
Speaker 1:Yeah, I like it when I tickle fight. It's a good time.
Speaker 4:Don't read he's just eating a potato chip. Okay, who saw? Let's do this, ah, ah. Last time I offered two options ghosts or dreams. You guys picked ghosts, so now you get the leftovers. Oh, this story starts when I was in middle school, at the age of 13, for important context. I have always had dreams my whole life that were deja vu, dreams Like I would have a strange but mundane scenario that never happens in my normal life and it ends up happening in a dream. Then it would happen later on in real life. Well, I don't know why this is the accent I'm going with, but you're getting dangerously close to Nandor.
Speaker 4:When this incident first occurred, when this incident first started, I had just had multiple of these dreams come true, and they were less mundane. They had some violent aspects to them and I don't want to talk too much about them due to personal reasons. After that, I would slowly begin having a reoccurring dreams. It would feel like a massive warehouse with no roof, but I could see nothing but blackness, fog and the smooth stone floor and wall behind me. I'm not moving and nothing really happened for the first few times, but it still gave me very bad vibes and I felt uncomfortable. This would be the first two weeks before the hell started Suddenly.
Speaker 4:One night I went to bed and was back in the void space, let's call it with something else. In front of me was a humanoid creature, was slightly longer than normal arms and legs, but only just enough to be unsettling, and a super wide grin. It had eyes that seemed more like spheres of aged milk, with small yellow gray pupils. Its skin was dark, but mostly because it was hazy it kind of hazy, you'd see, if every atom in your body was just a little too far apart and is reminiscent of Venta Black. For the first two or three days it did nothing, just stared at me, snarled in such a visceral way that it did not sound like it could ever come from something living. After that, it would begin to appear every single night and it would have someone, or Multiple people whom I had seen that day. Could be someone I knew or absolute strangers, and it would kill them endlessly, ripping them apart, cutting the skin off each limb, gouging their eyes out with a screwdriver and bending their bones in ways that are natural, you name it.
Speaker 4:He did it. He had endless tools and the person never fully died. Whatever he wanted to hurt next, he would suddenly be healed and he would keep torturing them. And, yes, they screamed a lot, even when there is no lungs or throat left to make a sound. And, mind you, I Could only watch. I was completely immobile, slumped up against a wall like a doll. I ever saw the person or people. The next day. I would shy away from them, hoping to never see them in my nightmares again. This went on for roughly a year and three-fourths. With the growing anxiety and lack of proper rest, my mental state was declining a lot and was very reclusive. I'm so sorry that I'm like giving it this fun kind of voice and this seems like a very serious thing, but I'm trying to give it like a vibe, so, apologies, I'm not trying to it's too late.
Speaker 2:It's too late.
Speaker 4:I'm trying to. I'm trying to make it creepy and an atmospheric and I feel like it's coming off as I'm making fun of it, but I'm not. I sort of got you death. This is fucking creepy.
Speaker 3:What's what's creepier than you know some classic? You know poor mental health.
Speaker 4:So don't make fun of me. I'm trying to be.
Speaker 3:I'm not, I'm being actual, serious.
Speaker 2:I'm not the whores of our own mind.
Speaker 4:It's true, literally. I Told therapists about it and they said it could have been something to do with anxiety from school work or bullying, or that was just very imaginative. Safe to say. They weren't much help. But then things changed. Instead of killing and torturing other people every night, the monster got upset that I was getting used to his violence and tortured and killed me instead. I felt every bit of it even into the next day. Ribs ripped out in the nightmare, ribs hurting through school I Guts splayed out in front of me and chainsawed across them. I couldn't eat the next day without stomach issues and vomiting.
Speaker 4:Another year and a half of nonstop pain, agony, every single night, and this thing kept finding new ways to cause pain and suffering, even ways I didn't think about or know could be done. Eventually my mom, a witch, had brought me to one of her friends who did spiritual work and her try to figure it out. She mentioned something about possible generational curse or other stuff. I didn't really understand, but didn't match my nightmares at all. Shortly after that year mark, the monster started getting annoyed again and I noticed a glowing pair of eyes slowly coming into view Way far out in the sky behind the creature. Each night, the cosmic-looking fire that surrounded the eyes got brighter and brighter. One night I was finally able to move a little, swatting away the creature or taking a knife to stab it, only for the knife to puff away into smoke upon contact.
Speaker 4:Then the nightmares started becoming less frequent. Instead of every single night was four times a week, then once a week, then twice a month, each time the creature losing enthusiasm despite seeming more angry at me. Eventually it just stopped and I carried on with my life, trying to come to terms with what I experienced and using every day to remind myself to relax and not let the violence become a part of me internally. In fact, this experience may be less prone to violence in real life. As a result, months later I start having reoccurring dreams again occasionally, but these were much better. It was like seeing through the eyes of someone else in a completely different world and living their life day by day or night by night.
Speaker 4:For me, eventually use these, start writing books and eventually game ideas in film. I've yet to see the creature again, and if I do, I'm gonna eat that bitch. I Still have no idea what it actually was or why I was hurting me or traumatizing me. It was a big part of my life. I'll never forget it. Plus, now I know some gruesome death scenes for film, if I ever need it.
Speaker 2:When I do can do come thing to say I'm gonna eat that bitch.
Speaker 4:I'm gonna eat that bitch. Well, that's fucking terrifying. And a J death. If I can ask, could you draw us a picture of the creature?
Speaker 3:Can you get a draw?
Speaker 4:Can you draw us a picture? Can you get me a drawing? Because I'm genuinely curious on what this fucking thing looks like, because I get like weird, like slender man-esque vibes and I got a wonder. I got a wonder a little bit if Was this happening? I was this happening around the time. Slender man was somewhat popular because it's so baby that like Inspired the creatures form or something I don't know.
Speaker 2:But Slender slender boy, like recurring nightmares like this and my mom would have to like pick me up and carry me outside. That my outside my worth is diesel, though no, I don't know. She'd have to carry me outside to get me to wake up.
Speaker 3:100% absolutely you Probably are able to ashful project, so look into that maybe. I don't know, I'm not gonna get it.
Speaker 2:We're always this recurring dream where fuzzy biscuits would chase me and Then, like I'd fall off of like a bottomless pit, and then on the way down, my dad would tell me how worthless I was. It was fun. It was a fun time.
Speaker 3:There's a lot to unpack in that sentence and we can do that later for sure.
Speaker 4:I can't imagine having just a reoccurring torturous dream that affects you physically in the real world.
Speaker 2:Yeah, that doesn't sound good.
Speaker 4:No, that sounds awful.
Speaker 2:Yeah. How do you sleep? Did we know that? Yeah, that.
Speaker 4:I didn't. Is your dad.
Speaker 3:Greg yeah.
Speaker 2:Greg death right.
Speaker 3:We can't. We don't have a serious bone in our whole fucking body. No, um, yeah, so fuck. Thank you All right. Well. Yeah thank you.
Speaker 2:Does that mean that's?
Speaker 3:my thing again.
Speaker 2:I've already it. Does we want to do? Do we have one?
Speaker 3:more each. Uh, technically we're about an hour and 15 in, so, yeah, there's literally only three.
Speaker 2:Yeah, the ones that are left are pretty short, so I think we can knock these out. Alright, I'll go with flow. Nifty in infinite nifties, what?
Speaker 3:Yeah, well this is another one.
Speaker 2:They signed with multiple different names Flow nifty and infinity, or infinite nifty, I guess. So this one goes like this hey boys, I'm pretty sure this isn't what you're looking for, since it isn't supernatural, but it's too horror not to share. That's fine, anything and everything goes here, as long as it's your story. I'm from Hamburg in Germany.
Speaker 4:When I was like six or seven. You gotta give me a German accent.
Speaker 2:For one sentence. No, don't do that, I'm not in fault. That's. The person was kind enough to give us free content.
Speaker 3:The only. Thing doing a German accent is just going to lead to bad.
Speaker 2:Yeah, yeah, we tell that line too much.
Speaker 4:No, you do the little. Was it like Ciccio chocolate? Okay.
Speaker 2:Ciccio, I'm from Hamburg in Germany. When I was like six or seven, a dude in my neighborhood killed and beheaded his wife. Then he brought the head to the gas station across the street. The clerk was flabbergasted. The blood trail from the head was visible for days at least. It was a pretty messy job too, from what I've heard, considering that the guy did it with a kitchen knife. Jesus, they had two daughters who were asleep during the murder, according to the press. The only proof that I can provide is in German, I'm afraid, and then they provided a link. Feel free to add some shit, but I'm being possessed by about him being possessed by demons or something that makes it more fun, let's add our own lore Hell yeah.
Speaker 2:Also, some of the dudes behind 9-11 lived near us. That sounds weird, considering Hamburg is a long way from New York, but I guess they like the vibe of the city or something.
Speaker 3:They just had ISIS vibes. It's called good, they were like yo. We really like Germany. They're pretty straight but we got to go blow up a couple of towers real quick. It's been straight y'all. We just can't escape 9-11 and damn near anything we do now.
Speaker 2:They've got their own crimes against humanity.
Speaker 4:Hey, hey, hey ISIS guy, do you want to go blow up some buildings and then go get Wienerschnittsel?
Speaker 3:I'm pretty sure it was Al-Qaeda yeah.
Speaker 2:Al-Qaeda man. Isis was the thing.
Speaker 4:Yet I don't think ISIS was, was was now yeah.
Speaker 2:Whatever?
Speaker 4:Al-Qaeda I don't know. He deleted it I wasn't completely done, yet there was a couple sentences left.
Speaker 2:You dumb bitch who deleted it? What do you mean? Oh, there's a link to a. Wikipedia article. And then it says hope you have a nice day, keep fighting the good fight. Thanks, thank you. I will fight the good fight. Thank you, flow Infinity Nifty.
Speaker 3:Flow from Infinity, from Hamburg, and Flow Nitty.
Speaker 2:Thank you for the hamburger. All right, you guys are a G 100%.
Speaker 3:Oh, everything about that was pretty interesting. All right, I guess, am I up. Is that what's happening? Where's it, mike? Mike, mike, mike, mike. Where's it? Mike Did. I already read, I don't even fucking know, I think it's me, it's you All right? Okay, we got our next story by Lady Red, and they are Corpse Taker in the Discord apparently Hell yeah.
Speaker 3:And it says my story takes place about 10 years ago. At this point, to be honest, I don't remember. Mike, what is wrong with you? I hate you so much. I hope you know that. Oh, just get it out. Just let it out, man. Get it all out. All right, I'll restart, don't worry, it's fine.
Speaker 3:He's crying Like he's like actually crying. I think I broke him. I think I broke him. All right, cool, all right.
Speaker 3:So my story takes place about 10 years ago at this point and, to be honest, I don't remember. I can't remember how old I was, but I had a bunk bed at my dad's place. Now for more context, my dad's house was a medical camp during, I believe, world War One, and his house is most definitely haunted, which has many stories of its own for maybe another time. So to get back on track, I have a bunk bed that I used to sleep on top of and one night made me permanently stop sleeping on that bunk. It was probably two in the morning when I woke up to hear a heavy scratching sound below me, too heavy for any mouse and too heavy for the dog we had at the time, who wasn't even in my room. No matter how much I checked down there, no matter how much I screamed, the scratching didn't stop until my dad came into the room to tell me to go back to sleep, in which then it did stop. This was a kind of quick thing I typed up from the terrifying moment that night was.
Speaker 3:So sorry if it was hard to read. Have a good octubre. Hell yeah, thanks, lady Red. Thank you.
Speaker 3:Or Corp Staker, whatever, I don't know. Everyone has 45 names, so Everyone's got a different name.
Speaker 2:So that would be More sleeping as a child experience is those get to me on a personal level. Oh shit, Thank you for that. Yeah, yeah, shit yeah.
Speaker 2:I don't know if you guys listen or watch Mr Ball and stuff on YouTube. Like he tells a lot of scary stories and stuff, but he has this one personal story that he tells. He's just an incredible storyteller to begin with, but he has this personal story that he tells about a time that he went on a skiing trip and the paranormal shit that happened to him. And if you haven't watched that or listened to it, I definitely recommend looking it up because it's good, was he part of the DH Love PS.
Speaker 3:Yeah, send a link later and I'll check it out. Actually, I was going to say, instead of reading a second local HGB story, should we have Matt tell his spooky story, Because we're almost at an hour and a half here.
Speaker 4:so yeah, sorry, local yeah. Everybody gets one.
Speaker 2:Yeah, if we need them for next year, we'll keep this one.
Speaker 3:Yeah, I'll keep this one in here.
Speaker 2:My story is pretty short, really honestly. Doug basically told the story already about how he sees shadow people in his house, but I was there a couple of weekends ago and we got super fucking drunk on Friday, just absolutely annihilated, and or at least I got absolutely annihilated, and we went to bed at like four o'clock in the morning and so I fall asleep and wake up way before anybody else is up and it's like maybe six or seven o'clock in the morning and I get up and I'm like, oh, jesus Christ, I'm hungover, I need water, bad. So I get up and I wander into Doug's kitchen and I grab a McDonald's cup or something that was just sitting on the counter and start trying to fill it up with water. And I swear this has never happened to me, something like this has never happened to me, but I swear. Out of the corner of my eye I just see a black outline of a man just standing in the periphery of my vision and I was in the kitchen Was it in the kitchen?
Speaker 2:Yes, it was in the kitchen. And I was like what the fuck? And I turned like I thought Nate had gotten up and was like standing there or something. And I turn and look and there's just fucking nothing. There and nothing and that's basically the entire story.
Speaker 4:But it freaked me the fuck out.
Speaker 2:That's creepy.
Speaker 4:I've had a similar experience at Doug's house too. It was right next to the fridge, because your big ass TV fridge. It was in the corner by the. It was right in the corner there by the fridge and it was like we were over there playing, like it was more like playing magic or something. It was a long, long, long time ago.
Speaker 4:I think I know I'm yeah, but yeah, yeah, I was just there drinking and you guys, you like, went up to use the bathroom or whatever, and I'm just like in the swivel chair to swivel it around and I swiveled and I saw a guy in the corner and then I like, I swiveled back and I swiveled back again and he was gone.
Speaker 2:Yeah, I don't know if there's like some sort of poison, a substance in the air at Doug's house or like I was supposed to chuck it, up to the fact that I just like absolutely deleted my brain the night prior. But I mean, I don't know, I would. At the, at the, in the moment, I was pretty sure of what I had seen.
Speaker 4:It was them shrimp chips.
Speaker 2:Yeah.
Speaker 3:Yeah, right, no, I think I'm used to it by now and Liz can attest to this too. The kitchen, for some reason, is where, whatever like whenever I see a shadow, it's usually in the kitchen. Sometimes it's in the, the stairwell up to the second level, cause there was the night after we had drank, or maybe maybe it was that Sunday, I can't remember, but oh no, it was definitely.
Speaker 2:It was the next night. It was Saturday night. We were sitting on the couch.
Speaker 3:Yeah, and I like. And I saw one looking at me from at the very top of the stairs and I was like cool, go away please.
Speaker 4:Cool, oh God. Hey dude.
Speaker 3:It's just it's. It's not like they're doing nothing, but like they just fucking. They stare and that's. That's creepier on its own, and I don't. I don't know. I guess I'm used to it, though, like I said, I mean they might be there to like.
Speaker 4:maybe they're like trying to like protect you or they're guarding you, or something. Yeah, yeah.
Speaker 2:I was like I'm completely forgotten about that and put it out of my mind, because I was still like I was incredibly hungover and just wanted to go back to sleep and tell that moment on Saturday night where you saw that and you said something and I was in like it all. Like as soon as you said that, it came rushing back to me and I was like, oh my God, that happened this morning.
Speaker 4:We should do like a diluity, like like ghost hunt in your house, doug, just to see what happens.
Speaker 3:We need to. We need to get some.
Speaker 4:Yeah, we need to get some, I need a paranormal puck and a EKG scanner or whatever the fuck he uses. Oh, fuck yeah.
Speaker 3:No, we need like a fucking yeah.
Speaker 4:Yeah, yeah.
Speaker 3:Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah.
Speaker 4:Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Speaker 3:Yeah.
Speaker 4:Right now this guy's in a car. He goes out to drive under moonlight. They stop at one at a side of road. He turned to his girl and say baby, I love you very much. What is it, honey? Our car is broken down. I think the engine is broken. I'll walk and get some more fuel. Okay, I'll stay here and look after our stereo. There have been news report of STERES being stolen. Good idea Keep the doors locked, no matter what. The guy left to get full of the car. After two hours the girl say where is my baby? He was supposed to be back by now. Then the girl hear a scratching sound and a voice say let me in. The girl doesn't do it. And then after a while she goes to sleep. The next morning she wakes up and finds her boyfriend still not there. She gets out to check and man door hand hook car door Car hand door.
Speaker 4:It's my favorite phone. Who's? Phone.
Speaker 2:Who's? Phone Then who's phone? So thank you.
Speaker 4:I want to thank all of you again for another year of hometown horrors. This is our third year doing it. That's fucking crazy. We have three years of hometown horrors. That's nuts.
Speaker 3:Yeah, that's wild and it should be Halloween when you're it should be. Actually, it should be the day before Halloween that you're listening to this, so happy Halloween, everybody Good Happy.
Speaker 4:And for those of you listening live right now into this recording if you listen in our live recordings, we are not recording next Tuesday because it's Halloween. Yeah, we have shit to do, so we're probably going to pick it up, maybe Wednesday, or maybe we skip. I don't think yeah.
Speaker 3:Or.
Speaker 4:Wednesday.
Speaker 2:I don't know. We already skipped an episode recently.
Speaker 4:We already skipped an episode, so we won't skip it, but it will be either Wednesday or Thursday. We will record, but either way you'll get an episode out that week. It's just going to be delayed a smidge on the recording, but thank you for giving us some fun stories. Thank you for listening. Thank you for being spooky. If you want to go to any of our socials, you can find them all on our website, diloudicom.
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Speaker 4:We haven't had any new patrons or members in about three weeks, so I think they're catching on to how bad we are putting content out. Times are tough and this is the Christmas time. I get it, yeah, so this is the three months of you can.
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Speaker 4:It's fucking great.
Speaker 3:And that's coming up on my 31 days of Halloween movie.
Speaker 4:It's so good, such a good movie. And then I want you to go check out unplanned pod Nancy.
Speaker 2:Yeah, I swear, that episode is going to be out this week. I swear, yeah, we're doing the dang thing.
Speaker 4:It's there, it's happening. But, yeah, love you all. Thank you for everything.
Speaker 3:Go to our YouTube and just let videos play just forever, that too.
Speaker 4:And then send us DVDs of Mega Mine in the PO box that is in the description. Thank you very much.
Speaker 3:I'll check it again one of these days. I have a, there's a package there and I just keep forgetting to go get the links to everything.
Speaker 2:Important is surely they've sent it back at this point and that person's just pissed.
Speaker 3:If you send us a package and return to you send it back.
Speaker 4:Sorry, let us know.
Speaker 3:We'll send you will. Will will fucking quick pay you five bucks or something for tripping, I don't know, but yeah cool.
Speaker 4:That's all I got, Doug. What do you got the?
Speaker 3:people Keep being fucking scared about shit and you know having weird shit happen to you so that we can keep doing these episodes, because eventually you're not going to have any more stories for us and we have only about five listeners. So come on, everyone, get spooked and scared and slap those beans against your beans, Moot stuff Moot somewhere within this next like 30 seconds.
Speaker 4:If you're going to edit anything into this video, yeah, For audio big fat fart. No edit in just like a jump scare somewhere within the next 30 seconds. Don't, don't tell me when I'm telling you, just let it happen. Okay, moot, what do you got to say to the people?
Speaker 2:You know, I think I'm going to. I'm feeling a genuine one tonight. So if you listen to this, if you listen to any of our content, watching your content or just like interact with the podcast in any way, thanks, I'm gonna fuck it All right, he was nice.
Speaker 4:No, no, do it Go do it, Do it. Do it please.
Speaker 3:You said put a jump scare in the next 30 seconds.
Speaker 4:Not you, so I did it in editing.
Speaker 2:No, I just appreciate it. I appreciate that I've been able to do this for the last year plus, and you guys are what makes it possible.
Speaker 3:Well, we appreciate. You met Maddy Maddy Moo. Booty Booty much cheeks you make our life so much richer, so much more fulfilling.
Speaker 4:It is nice that I it is. I'm very happy that I have been able to call you a genuine friend of mine, person that you know, a genuine person that. I am aware of in my life.
Speaker 3:Yeah, love you. I'm bad at feelings, I love you.
Speaker 4:I love you Doug, I love you both. I love you all. Have a blessed night and Christ be with you on this holiday.
Speaker 3:All hollows Eve. Enjoy, be spooky dude, stupid things. Hello RATMA. Bye everybody, thanks for coming.
Speaker 5:Welcome back to internight. We're excited to have you back for another night of spiritual content. If you see cattle grazing in a large open field, you might assume that it is living a fulfilling life. Chances are that bull is going to be visiting the slaughterhouse very soon and its meat will be eaten by many beings that it never knew or saw in its lifetime. Just because you see it thriving one day doesn't mean some other forces plotting to end its existence the next. However, if you take that same cow and put it with people who want to see it fulfill its life, they will let it graze that same large field for as long as it likes. There is no impending threat other than nature, and when nature does come, that meat will be consumed by those it trusted. Better to live and die by those who help you live than be ripped apart for your contents and splayed across the earth. We hope you trust that we will help you fulfill your life till the very end and prevent it from getting cut short by strangers.