Speaker 1: Welcome back to Dark Tails Uncovered, where the shadows whisper secrets,
and reality is never quite what it seems. This season,
we journey deeper into the unknown, peeling back the layers
of mystery, folklore, and terrifying truth that lurk just beneath
the surface. From chilling legends passed down through jas to
modern horrors hiding in plain sight, Dark Tails Uncovered were
once again shining light on the darkness that haunts our world.
In season four, we uncovered twisted new stories of the macabre,
some rooted in history. I was creeping into the present day.
Our first tail takes us into the neonlit streets of
the city, where a journalist stumbles upon a hidden world
lurking within the digital age. What if the monsters of
old never left us? What if they simply adapted? This
is Bloodlines Urban Shadows, Chapter one, Blood in the feed.
The city never truly slept, but it did pause briefly,
just long enough for the day's sins to settle under
the cover of smog an artificial light. Light. Mire Delgado
leaned against the cracked vinyl of her favorite diner booth,
scrolling through her phone with the weariness of someone chasing
a story too elusive to catch her. Editor's words still
echoed in her ears. Give me something edgy, Mia, something viral,
or don't bother coming back. The coffee in front of
her had long gone cold, but she barely noticed. Her
screen was filled with the kind of stories that kept
people numb, influenced the scandal's political clickbait and corporate pr
disguised as news. But then something caught a rye a
private message. The sender's handle was Obscurer eighty eight, and
the message read looking for a real story, something that
you don't they don't want you to find. Search hashtag
hashtag crimson. Mia frowned. Cryptic tips were unusual, but this
one felt different. She typed the hashtag in the search bar,
and results spilled out like a digital confession. Grainy photos
of pale, beautiful people with glowing eyes, videos of parties
and sleek penthouses where shadowy figures moved too fast for
the camera to catch. Comments raved about something called the
Gift and eternal nights, but the posts were abruptly ended,
abruptly accounts deleted. Before Mia could click, She leaned back,
chewing her lip. Crimson wasn't just another conspiracy theory. It
was too well hidden, too deliberately erased. Her instincts tingled,
what are you changing this time? Dalgado? Mia looked up
to see Paul, the diner's owner, leaning against the counter
with a knowing smirk. He was a burly man with
a permanent five o'clock shadow and a knack for calling
her out on her bad habits. Just the usual, Mia replied,
trying to sound nonchalant. Paul chuckled, the usual being something
that'll either get you a pulitzer or killed. Don't forget
you still own me for last month's tab added to
my growing list of sins, She shot back with a grin,
but her mind was elsewhere. The hashtag had wormed its
way into her fork. She pulled out her laptop from
her bag, the worn stickers on it a testament to
the years of chasing dead end leads. Mia connected to
the Wi fi's the diner's WiFi and began digging deeper.
Hours passed, she found more, the more uneasy she became.
There were whispers of crimson encryptid forums, always in hushed tones,
a secret app, a VIP only invitation, and a price
something unspoken but steep. Her screen dimmed, reflecting her own
tired eyes back at her. She reached for her coffee,
only to pause. A figure stood outside the diner, silhouetted
against the neon haze. Their face was obscured, but Mia
felt the gaze piercing through the glass. She stiffened, her
pulse quickening. The figure turned and disappeared into the night,
but not before slipping an envelope under the diner's door. Paul,
ever curious, retrieved and brought it to her. Looks like
someone knows where to find you. MIA's hands trembling as
she opened the envelope. Inside was a single piece of paper,
black with red lettering some truths aren't meant to be uncovered.
Turned back or join the feed. At the bottom was
a QR code against her better judgment, Mia scanned it.
Her phone vibrated violently, and a new app appeared on
her screen. It's icon a single drop of blood crimson.
Her stomach churned, but curiosity went out. She tapped the
icon and the screen flooded with darkness before her message appeared. Welcome,
Mia Dalgado. Your invitation has been accepted. MIA's blood, cold
blood ran cold. She hadn't applied for anything. The lights
in the diner flickered, and Paul muttered something about the grid,
but Mia barely unheard him. Her phone screen displayed a
single command, upload your first feed, Prove you're worthy. She
looked outside, where the figure stood moments ago. The street
was empty, but she couldn't shake the feeling she wasn't alone.
Something ancient had taken notice, and it wasn't letting her go.
Sus