Welcome to end too the night. I'm Narri your guide on today's excursion down
a twisted path. Be careful not to get lost. Be it dark or
light, it's easy to lose your way. Are you ready? Then let's
begin the Stowaway Part two. Go get out of here, Ryan, what
we need to get out of here? Whatever has killed the people from three
C is following us. If you hadn't passed that car, that would have
been us. Ryan hesitated, but when he saw the fear in her eyes,
he hit the gas. They heard another loud crash behind them, and
another piece of concrete had fallen to the street below. My god, that's
where we were. Ryan nervously looked in the rear of your mirror and accelerated
to leave the area and hit the open highway ahead. I'm telling you something
is trying to kill you. I had a really bad feeling about this.
I should have told you something already, but I didn't want you to think
I'm nuts. What's that? Ryan kept his eyes on the road and gripped
the steering wheel hard. My grandmother told me to always trust my gut.
She said, our family is sensitive to danger, and we know when something
isn't right. It's more than logic. It's something that goes all the way
to my core. I've never felt it more than I do with this.
I don't think you're crazy. If such abilities exist, I'm not surprised you're
capable of picking up on something that's dangerous. You're sweet and empathetic. Most
people aren't like you. That's one reason why I look. He stopped,
and he turned his face toward the window. His face was flushing. It's
okay to say, Ryan, I love you too. It's fast, but
I know I love you. He exhaled the breath he'd held and reached his
hand out for hers. I love you too, Cheryl. Even if people
would think that we are crazy for that, they laughed. Now what do
we do with about whatever this thing is? Maybe we can come up with
a plan out here in the country. I know the way to my grandparents'
place. Our family still owns it, but it's been abandoned for years.
I think that would be a good place to talk through things. Nearly an
hour later, Ryan and Cheryl arrived at what everyone in the area called the
Old Hancock Place. My mom's family has lived here for generations. The house
is amazing, and the view from here is incredible. Why isn't anyone living
here? The city called just about all of us, and no one wanted
to drive an hour or more to get to work. Makes sense, but
what a shame to have this place just sitting vacant. Come on, let's
go for a walk down by the barn and then I'll give you a tour
of the house. They walked along a path that led to the barnyard and
pasture. Wild flowers waved in the breeze, and the air smelled cleaner than
Ryan had smelled in a long time. This reminds me of trips to see
my cousins in Indiana when I was a kid, only this place is even
more breath taking. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy the countryside. I've been
so caught up in my job. This is the first time I've taken any
time away from the city, and I can't remember how long. I know
what you mean, I love it out here. I need to do this
more often. A screech overhead made them jump. It's only a hawk,
but we need to start thinking of how to combat this thing. Ryan pointed
back toward the direction of Cincinnati. I don't sense it here, but we
shouldn't waste time. Let's go to the house and see what we can come
up with. They walked back to the house hand in hand and walked up
the steps to the wrap around porch. This is amazing. Wait until we're
inside. All of my grandma's antiques are still here. It feels like a
time capsule when I visit this house. Cheryl pulled a key out of a
zipperd side pocket on her purse and opened the door. Wow, was all
Ryan could say as he turned in every direction to look at the beautiful interior
of the home. Over here's the kitchen, the parlor, and the library.
My grandparents were big readers. As he thumbed through the titles on the
shelves, he became even more impressed by her family. Cheryl showed him around
the house, taking him from top to bottom. On the third floor,
he asked what the overhead trap door went to. You know, I'm not
sure. Grandpa always called it Grandma's sitting room, and we kids weren't allowed
in it. Should we take a look? Definitely? Ryan pulled the rope
hanging from the door and a ladder descended. They carefully climbed the rungs and
stepped into the attic slash study. WHOA, there's a desk, drawings and
a whole other library up here. Yeah, I had no idea any of
this was up here. These books look old. Ryan picked one up from
the shelf and sat down at the desk to go through it. Cheryl chose
one and sat on the upholstered armchair next to the window. The pair quietly
thumbed through the pages of the books they held. Then they looked up at
each other. Is yours like mine? Is it filled with uh? Spiritual
information? That's a nice way of putting it, Ryan, I wouldn't call
your grandmother a witch, not at all. What I've read is definitively Christian
in nature. These are more like books discussing the protection of good against evil.
I think that's a good way of putting it. Grandpa and Grandpa were
always devout believers. This isn't to be used for harm, but for good.
Look at the inscription in the front of this book. It says for
Adele Hancock August eighteen ten, and it's signed by Ana Spruce Hancock. Adele
was my grandmother's grandmother. Aina must have been a family member that came over
here during the time of the Revolutionary War. The information held in these books
goes back centuries. Ryan looked at her, Cheryl, I think we were
meant to find this room today before something happens. The slabs of concrete that
fell from that building were aimed at us. Let's gather these books and take
them with us. We can pore over them at my apartment and find out
if there's anything that will help us. They carried the book carefully down the
ladder and out to the car. The wind whipped from the south, and
Ryan had to catch the front door to keep it from slamming back on its
hinges. A dark cloud crackled with lightning in the distance. I think something's
angry. Cheryl grabbed an amulet from the drawing table in her grandmother's secret room
on their last trip to gather books and drawings. At the last minute,
she turned and grabbed her grandmother's shawl that hung on the back of the chair.
Yeah. I don't think it likes that we came here. That must
mean we have something powerful to stop it. Let's hope we do. Give
me the keys, I'll drive Cheryl handed him the keys and put the last
of the books in the back seat. She kept the amulet with the crucifix
with her. The angry wind followed them on their way home, and twice
large oak trees came within feet of falling onto Cheryl's car. Lightning struck all
around them as they drove. This is no normal thought understorm, Ryan said,
through clenched jaws. Are you afraid? Do you want to lie or
the truth? Cheryl laughed aloud. Whatever makes me feel better. Looks like
you get a lie, then I'm great. The two burst out laughing.
No one else can make me laugh under these circumstances. We're being hounded by
an evil force, and only you, Ryan Taylor, could make this funny.
I guess it's my hidden talent. We're almost your complex. When I
park, will grab the books and make a run for the door. He
parked in the closest space possible, and they dashed to her apartment. The
howling wind blew debris against the door as they closed it behind them. Holy
shit, this is ugly. Cheryl cleared the newspapers away and set the books
in her arms on the coffee table. Ryan placed his armful next to hers.
Time to see what we can find out. The lights flickered, but
Cheryl position the amulet in front of them and said, I think this will
ward it off. Let's hope no flying dragons or asteroids decide to fall on
your apartment. Ryan winked at her. That would get the neighbor's attention.
The two set to work, going through page after page of the books.
Cheryl take a look at this. She leaned over to see what he pointed
at. She read the passage aloud. A goffin is an evil spirit that
attaches itself to personal items owned by its next victim. Once it has killed
its prey, it returns to its hiding spot to wait for another victim.
Ryan shook his head. How would it attach itself to personal items it's been
hunting down passengers who travel from all over? Cheryl's eyes widened. Only passengers
who sat in seat three C and all of you only had carry on luggage
that you stored in the overhead bi That must be where it hides waiting for
the next passenger to put their bag there. Ryan ran his fingers through his
hair and continued reading. A goffin is an eternal being and can never be
killed. Cheryl looked frantic. There has to be something we can do.
We can't let it win. I'm not going to lose you now. I'm
not done. There's a way. What can we do? Once a goffin
has chosen a victim, it can only be trapped and moved to another location.
The victim will be spared, but it will find a new hiding place
and seek another victim once it's been relocated. Ryan looked at Cheryl. I
I can't do this. I can't save myself by making other people victims.
I won't do it. Ryan, listen to me. If this thing is
indestructible, it will continue killing, whether you're its victim or not. We
can't stop that. We can save you, though, and I have no
intention of losing you. I guess when you put it like that, if
I die, the world isn't any farther ahead. But how do we trap
it? And where do we release it? The wind beat against the windows
of the apartment, and the sides of the building were pelted by the debris
borne by the gale. Sparks shot from the electrical outlets, and Cheryl and
Ryan clung to the amulet for protection. Quietly, they whispered their plans to
rid themselves of the coffin. The book offered a way to trap the entity,
but they dared not say it aloud until they had their traps set.
We can't let it know our plan. That night, they spent holding each
other on the couch, reading and re reading the instructions. This is not
how I envisioned spending our first night together going, Cheryl laughedem not exactly the
one either of us hadn't mind. After a terrifying night of memorization and little
sleep, they left her apartment to go to his hotel room. Cheryl dressed
in her flight attendant uniform. Since your carry on luggage was what he followed
you in, that's where we need to find him. He has had as
long of a night and day as we did. It's quiet now he's hopefully
gone back to your bag to rest. They arrived at the hotel and sat
for a moment in the car, saying nothing. Finally looking at one another
at the same time, they both said lie. They laughed nervously, gave
one another a kiss, and grabbed the tools they would need. They laughed
nervously, gave one another a kiss, and grabbed the tools they would need.
As quietly as they could, they crept into the room. The overnight
bag sat open on the dresser where Ryan left it the day before. Ryan
peered into the open overnight bag and nodded yes. Cheryl leaned over to see
for her. The hotel room was dark, but something many times darker coiled
itself in the open bag. Nodding to one another, Ryan zipped the bag
closed. Then Cheryl tossed her grandmother's shawl over the bag and wrapped it tightly.
She secured the amulet on top of the bag. They began to recite
the words the book instructed them to say, you hold no power over us.
You shall be even commanded and follow us no more. They repeated the
words over and over as the Goffin thrashed violently inside the bag. At times
it almost knocked them down from the force of its broiling as they carried it,
but the sacred protection of the shawl and amulet had the goffin secure.
Racing to the airport, Ryan watched as Cheryl walked through the doors. As
the only one who had access to the gate area, this part of the
task fell to her alone. It has to be this way, I'll be
okay, she said. Ryan shook nervously as he watched her and the shawl
covered bag disappear into the lobby. Putting on a smile, Cheryl walked through
the security checkpoints. Little do they know that something far more dangerous than they
can imagine is the one thing in this bag that the machines won't detect.
Walking toward the gates, she knew so well. She avoided eye contact and
made her way to choose a different gait than her normal route. Glancing at
the board, she found an international flight that was in the early pre boarding
stage. The desk attendant, occupied by an upset traveler, didn't notice.
Cheryl slipped down the walkway to the airliner that sat awaiting passengers. Finding seat
three C, she opened the overhead compartment. She held the bag up to
the opening, removed the shawl, and unzipped the bag. The golfin slithered
into the dark bin and emitted an angry hiss as Cheryl recited the mantra she'd
memory. She then slammed the door shut. She turned around to find another
attendant staring at her. Cheryl, what are you doing here? This isn't
your flight? Faking nervous surprise wasn't difficult, since Cheryl was already a nervous
wreck. Are you sure I could have sworn? I received a call saying
I needed to fill in. I barely had time to get dressed and rush
to the airport. She ran her fingers through her hair. I must look
terrible, but I was in such a rush. It's okay, Cheryl.
It was a misunderstanding, though, because we're fully staffed. You'd better get
off here, though, before the captain notices you. You know what a
hard ass he is. Oh true, I feel bad that you have to
deal with him all the time. Well before you have to deal with him,
you need to scoot. Thanks, Amanda, I feel silly now,
Her coworker laughed. Go get some sleep, you look like you need it.
Cheryl smiled, and then exited the plane. I'm sorry, whoever the
golfin targets next, I'm sorry. Hurrying through the terminal and out the doors
to the parking lot, Cheryl ran to Ryan, who was waiting for her
anxiously outside the car. It's done. It's on a different flight. Relief
and guilt swept over them, and they cried in each other's Arms, Let's
get out of here. I never want to be near a golfin again.
This one's going overseas. Ryan squeezed her hand. You're not only beautiful,
but you're smart. No one can say we had an easy start. No
more turbulence, right, No more turbulence together, they said truth. The
couple sped away from the airport, checking the rear view mirror just in case.
On board flight eleven seventy one, Captain armand le Gwen made a check
of the cabin before stepping into the cockpit. He walked past Row three,
but stopped and turned around, opening the overhead luggage compartment. He peered inside
and smiled, Well, little one, what do we have here? I
haven't seen one of you in a very a long time. Yes, you'll
work quite nicely for what I have planned. Thank you for joining me for
this episode of the Into the Night Anthology podcast. Written by Caroline Giamanco,
narrated by Nari Quak, Theme music by Nico Rodriguez, all other original music,
sound design and editing by Omenhawk Studios. You can find our links in
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