Good evening Marshalltown. When the rest of the world goes to sleep, we
wake up. This is Alex Riddle, and you're tuned in to Marshalltown after
midnight. Our town, we know, operates on its own rhythm, its
own timeline. But what happens when even that timeline seems to hiccup. I'm
talking about the mystery of the missing Tuesday. Two days ago. We all
went to bed on a regular Monday night, only to wake up to Wednesday,
a whole day gone, just like that. No one in town remembers
it being Tuesday. There were no newspapers delivered, and no Tuesday specials at
Martha's Diner. It's like Tuesday never happened. I've got a pile of letters,
hair all reporting the same. Ben from the bakery says he prepared dough
for Tuesday's bread, but when he opened the bakery, the calendar said Wednesday
and the dough was overproofed. Ellie May, who keeps a Matick's diary,
found she had no entry for Tuesday. Her page was blank, no memories,
no traces, no evidence. It's as if Tuesday was erased from existence.
What could have caused this? Some kind of town wide amnesia, a
hiccup in the space time continuum, or something else. Entirely, we'll delve
deeper into the mystery of the missing Tuesday and try to piece together the puzzle
of this lost time. If you've got your own theories or observations, send
them my way. As always, our lines are open. It's been said
that the time waits for no one, but here in Marshalltown it seems time
has not just waited, It has skipped and hopped over a full day,
leaving us all scratching our heads. Was it an act of nature? Did
we experience a town wide bout of sleep walking through Tuesday? Or could it
be something else? Mandy, who works the night shift at the Old mill
As, says the logs she marked on Monday were gone by Wednesday morning,
vanished as if someone had used them up on Tuesday, a day that none
of us remember. There's a sense of unease, a question hanging in the
air. What happened to our Tuesday? Where did it go? Could it
come back? And if it does, would we want it too? One
cannot deny the ripple effects of the missing Tuesday. Confusion over deadlines, appointments,
missed birthday celebrations, skipped. Even our local TV station ended up airing
Wednesday's shows on Tuesday's schedule. Wheel of Fortune fans were very upset, But
amidst all the chaos and confusion, there's an eeriness to it, a silence,
a hush, as if the town is holding its breath, waiting for
the other shoe to drop. It's moments like these that remind us of the
charm, the allure, and the mystery that is Marshall Town, where even
time can play tricks on us. As your stories and observations come in,
one thing is becoming increasingly clear. The missing Tuesday wasn't a dream. It's
a mystery, a puzzle, a riddle repped in an enigma, inside in
a Bologniou sandwich. And that is our town, So Marshall Town. As
we journey together into the night, into the heart of this mystery, let's
ponder, if we can lose a Tuesday, what else might we find?
What other wonders, what other oddities await us here in the small hours after
midnight, as we navigate this curious occurrence, this temporal anomaly, It's fascinating
to consider the possibilities I have here a theory from Jim our local mechanic.
He suggests that a strong electromagnetic field, perhaps caused by an unseen celestial event,
could have disrupted our perception of time. Imagine that waking up to find
your crops ready for harvest overnight, your students suddenly smarter, your wedding day
passed, a life as you know it thrown off balance in the blink of
an eye. It's an intriguing idea, a cosmic ballet invisible to our a's
influencing us in ways we can't even comprehend. If that's true. Could we
be mere playthings in the hands of the universe, subject to whims we can't
predict or control. It's a humbling thought, isn't it. This makes you
realize how little control we really have, How much of life is governed by
rules written in the language of the cosmos. But time for now has returned
to its steady rhythm in Marshall Town. But the clock's tick as they always
have, each second followed by the next predictable constant. Yet there's a Tuesday
shaped hole in our week, avoid in our memories. It has left us
feeling both uneasy and amazed, puzzled, and fascinated. If anything, the
Lost Tuesday has opened our eyes to the peculiar charm of Marshalltown. It has
reminded us that the ordinary can sometimes turn extraordinary, that routine can give way
to mystery. And so, dear listeners, as we prepare to embrace another
day, the question remains, where did our Lost Tuesday go? What adventures
did it undertake without us? And will it ever return to tell the tale?
Only time will tell, And until then we wait, we wonder,
and we can continue to delve into the mysteries that make our town so unique,
So Marshalltown. As we approach the dawn, remember, in Marshalltown,
every tick of the clockush could bring a new mystery, a new marvel.
And when it does, know that we'll be here, ready to journey into
it together. Stay curious, marshal Town, and good night,