Good evening, Marshalltown. It's Alex Riddle back with more tales from our town's
twilight zone. Last week we experienced the unforgettable Marching Band mirage, and we
ventured into past records revealing the inexplicable forest in Factory incident. Tonight, I
bring you another extraordinary tale, a story that predates even our factory phenomenon.
Let's rewind our clocks to the winter of forty five, to the tale of
the Time Lost Traveler. Imagine walking down the street in the biting cold of
winter, and you bump into someone, someone familiar, but who should not
be there. You know this person, but they look older, much older
than they should be, And they tell you they have been living in the
future. Yes, you heard right. Our time lost traveler claimed to have
jumped forward in time, living decades in what was for the rest of us
a matter of minutes. The shock, the disbelief. The older man,
who was supposed to be in his twenties now looked like he was in his
sixties, and he spoke of a future of technologies yet to be invented,
of political events yet to unfold. How could this be possible? Was this
man delusional? A charlatan perhaps, or was he really a traveler lost in
the river of time? The news of the time Lost Traveler spread through the
town like wildfire. Some folks were curious, others skeptical. And then,
just as suddenly as he had appeared, he vanished. He disappeared without a
trace, leaving behind a town full of speculations and more questions than answers.
Was he telling the truth? And if he was, where did he go?
Did he jump forward in time again? Or perhaps he returned to his
original timeline? And so the mystery of the time Lost Traveler has become another
enigma in a town's history. As we delve deeper into these peculiar tales,
I ask you, my fellow night owls, to keep an open mind.
The world is full of mysteries, and it seems our little Marshall Town is
a convergence of these enigmas. As we approach the Witching Hour, let's delve
deeper into this story. The time Lost Traveler didn't just speak of future technologies
and political events. He shared stories of a world changed, of new ideas
and of old ones, past stories that were fantastical and unsettling to the good
folks. Of nineteen forty five. I have here a letter dated January nineteen
forty six from a certain Missus Pearl Jenkins. She wrote about her encounter with
our Time Lost Traveler. Missus Jenkins, a widow living on the outskirts of
Marshalltown, often spoke of the afternoon she spent with the Time Lost Traveler.
He shared tape of lands she'd never seen, of equality movements yet to take
shape, and of a world at peace yet in turmoil. In her letter,
Missus Jenkins wrote, his stories were unsettling yet inspiring. It was like
seeing a glimpse of a future I could barely imagine. The next day he
was gone, leaving Missus Jenkins and the rest of Marshalltown wondering if it was
all just a strange dream. The Time Lost Traveler a man from a different
time, or a purveyor of fantastic tales. Perhaps we'll never know, but
his story remains woven into the fabric of our peculiar town. Our Time Lost
Traveler left us more than just confusion and unanswered questions. He left us with
a sense of wonder, a glimpse into a future that was as exciting as
it was terrifying. I have here another letter, this one from a mister
William Parsons, school teacher who also claimed to have met our mysterious traveler.
Mister Parsons spoke of equations he'd never seen before, concepts beyond our current understanding
of physics, ideas that seemed too advanced for the nineteen forties. Could a
man from the future have knowledge beyond our present scientific understanding? Or was he
just a convincing story teller? And as quickly as he arrived, our time
lost Traveler was gone, leaving us with a story that has become a part
of Marshalltown's folklore, the time Lost Traveler and enigma of our small town.
Each passing day adds another layer to the rich tapestry of Marshalltown's history. So
I ask you, again, my fellow night Owls, what mysteries lie beneath
the surface of our town? Stay curious Marshalltown, and good night and