Speaker 1: When a colleague of mine retired, he began sharing the
Speaker 1: research we had been involved in, including work with two
Speaker 1: bigfoot research groups and some controversial researchers. By coincidence, he
Speaker 1: went on a hunting trip and he lost his life.
Speaker 1: His passing never sat right with me. Since then, I've
Speaker 1: retired to and I've taken precautions to keep my identity uncompromised,
Speaker 1: using public computers and going by another name in honor
Speaker 1: of my colleague who left us too early. Here are
Speaker 1: the highlights of our research. In nineteen eighty seven, a
Speaker 1: small group of scientists were brought to an Air Force
Speaker 1: base where they were briefed on research they'd been conducting
Speaker 1: involving a deceased sisquatch that had been hit by a train.
Speaker 1: Over the next thirty seven years, the program grew. Today,
Speaker 1: over one hundred individuals are involved in research. The facility
Speaker 1: is located in a mountain and it is guarded like
Speaker 1: Fort Knox. Employees pass through three checkpoints before reaching the
Speaker 1: entrance in the mountain wall inside. An elevator takes employees
Speaker 1: more than one hundred feet underground to the research facility.
Speaker 1: There are one hundred sasquatch cadavers of multiple ages and
Speaker 1: subspecies in freezers. There are thirteen that are living, captured
Speaker 1: at great human costs to the military members supporting the program.
Speaker 1: Over the last three decades, there have been several helicopter
Speaker 1: crashes in the area of the facility. Entire squadrons and
Speaker 1: teams have been lost. Cover Ups told the media the
Speaker 1: tragedies happen during training missions. The real explanations are far
Speaker 1: more feral, relating to fail attempts at bringing more creatures in.
Speaker 1: The project began with an autopsy aimed at determining how
Speaker 1: the creature could survive even in the harshest climates. With
Speaker 1: each new discovery, the government found ways to apply it
Speaker 1: to Our military. Secrecy is a top priority. If the
Speaker 1: research leaked, it could cause problems homeland security, brain drain,
Speaker 1: and stolen tech. Our research showed the specimen had two
Speaker 1: more ribs than humans and was considerably larger and denser
Speaker 1: by comparison, dense enough to withstand the impact of a
Speaker 1: thirty caliber bullet fired at close range space So closely
Speaker 1: together they act like plated armor under the chest, and
Speaker 1: we theorized that their bone density involved due to the
Speaker 1: amount of calcium they consume. Gained by eating the bones
Speaker 1: of animals they hunt. The skulls are curved like a
Speaker 1: bear's and more denser than a human's, able to deflect
Speaker 1: most rounds of ammunition. The only way to penetrate the
Speaker 1: brain is a direct shot into the orbital socket or
Speaker 1: directly under the base of the skull. The digestive system
Speaker 1: is impressive. A nine hundred pound creature can consume one
Speaker 1: hundred and eighty pound deer in one sinning, including the
Speaker 1: bones and the organs. This allows them to hunt and
Speaker 1: consume every three to four days, supplementing their diet with
Speaker 1: fruits and nuts and other opportunistic hunting. This creature has
Speaker 1: forty eight chromosomes, the same as apes, but two more
Speaker 1: than humans. This implies the creature is not a human subspecies.
Speaker 1: The first life specimen was obtained in nineteen ninety nine,
Speaker 1: and research grew exponentially after that, focusing especially on its
Speaker 1: camouflage abilities. Perhaps our greatest finding to date is that
Speaker 1: the creatures are capable of generating an electric current. The
Speaker 1: energy is channeled to their hair and used to reflect
Speaker 1: their surroundings its electric camouflage. We also believe the current
Speaker 1: powers their ability to see at night, similar to thermal scope.
Speaker 1: When witness, the subject's eyes and skins will warm, making
Speaker 1: the eyes appear to glow. When the animal is dead,
Speaker 1: this camouflage ability ceases to function, and you can imagine
Speaker 1: what the commercial hunting industry would do for this information.
Speaker 1: The creature has three sets of vocal cores which it
Speaker 1: uses to create infrasound. Our next leg of research examined
Speaker 1: how the males use infrasound to affect emotions fear, anxiety,
Speaker 1: and confusion. Some are capable of inflicting memory loss, lasting
Speaker 1: for several minutes to in some instances, several days. The
Speaker 1: female's infrasound is different, having a calming, soothing effect, though
Speaker 1: it was also noted to create confusion. When live deer
Speaker 1: or livestock are dropped into the containment area, the animals
Speaker 1: do not panic or try to flee. They appear confused,
Speaker 1: unaware of the creature feet away, even as it charges
Speaker 1: and attacks. The creatures appear to communicate not only with infrasound,
Speaker 1: but also with an oral language of clicks and grunts
Speaker 1: and hand signals. They have a community and a hierarchy
Speaker 1: within their groups. There's typically one alpha male and a
Speaker 1: group of females and juveniles. If another large male is introduced,
Speaker 1: there will be a fight to the death. Similarly, when
Speaker 1: a juvenile male becomes a threat, he will be attacked
Speaker 1: by by alpha and he will be driven off. Now
Speaker 1: this has resulted in the facility having multiple containments for
Speaker 1: different males. However, research suggests that if there are no females,
Speaker 1: resent males can coexist without aggression, even to the point
Speaker 1: of sharing meals. Females are not receptive to breeding until
Speaker 1: the last offspring matures to the age of three to
Speaker 1: four years old. They rarely give birth to more than
Speaker 1: one offspring at a time. The offspring cling to the
Speaker 1: mother for the first year and then become more independent
Speaker 1: after that time. There were several documented events of female
Speaker 1: staff experiencing vivid images described as waking dreams of places
Speaker 1: and events experienced by the female creatures. Examples include capture, childbirth,
Speaker 1: confrontation with rival clans. Other examples include the creature projecting
Speaker 1: to the female's staff their favorite foods. There are no
Speaker 1: records of male staff members experiencing these visions. We have
Speaker 1: also documented their behavior in the presence of staff members.
Speaker 1: The females are present, the specimens are calm, observant, and
Speaker 1: open to accepting offerings. When there are males present, the
Speaker 1: creatures become cautious, observing from a distance and refused to
Speaker 1: accept any type of offering. When the uniformed or arm
Speaker 1: staff are present, the creatures retreat to the furthest corners
Speaker 1: of the containment area and will sometimes project aggressive infrasound.
Speaker 1: To this day, the facility has released four specimens back
Speaker 1: into the wild, all of which are non aggressive and
Speaker 1: showed no hostility toward our research staff. All four were
Speaker 1: implanted with GPS tracking devices. The first two were released
Speaker 1: where they were captured and then tracked along a malgration
Speaker 1: route for the next four years, traveling as far south
Speaker 1: as East Texas and as far north as northern Ontario, Canada.
Speaker 1: The other two traveled an average of forty to fifty
Speaker 1: miles a night, spending several weeks in one location at
Speaker 1: a time before moving to a new location. Their movements
Speaker 1: suggest these creatures have learned routes that they teach to
Speaker 1: their offspring, and on several occasions the signals have vanished,
Speaker 1: only to appear again several days later fifty miles away,
Speaker 1: suggesting the creatures use cave systems to move underground. As
Speaker 1: for the foul smell the creatures emitt, we have discovered
Speaker 1: there are different musks for different situations, for example, when
Speaker 1: females are receptive to breeding and when one feels threatened again,
Speaker 1: those are just the highlights. I'm sharing the information with
Speaker 1: you because of your viewer's base and your non judgmental approach.
Speaker 1: I appreciate everything you have done sharing information with the public.
Speaker 1: I'm doing this for my late colleague. He would have
Speaker 1: wanted me to do this. Okay. I didn't say any
Speaker 1: thing before I read this story, but I got this
Speaker 1: email quite a while ago, and I've actually read it
Speaker 1: two or three times, and I've to be candid, I've
Speaker 1: used it for some research in my Steve Lilly stories.
Speaker 1: I finally sent it off to Rebecca and she kind
Speaker 1: of cleaned it up a little bit, and it's the
Speaker 1: man who wrote the email did a great job on
Speaker 1: the front end, but she kind of organized it for
Speaker 1: me so that I can because I'm not real smart,
Speaker 1: and so she uses smaller words and stuff for me
Speaker 1: that I can pronounce. I thought this was interesting if
Speaker 1: you're interested in secret government operations where they actually capture
Speaker 1: sosquatch and keep them captive and examine the bodies. I
Speaker 1: thought this might be an interesting It was very interesting
Speaker 1: to me. I thought you might enjoy it, so I
Speaker 1: appreciate the writer for sending it. Sorry you lost your buddy,
Speaker 1: and we really enjoyed this email. Thank you, sir. This
Speaker 1: event happened almost fifty years ago when I was a
Speaker 1: young teenage boy growing up in rural Blunt County, Alabama,
Speaker 1: thirty miles north of Birmingham. This area of north central
Speaker 1: Alabama is considered the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, and
Speaker 1: in nineteen seventy eight, it was far more country than
Speaker 1: it is now. Back then, we had two gas stations,
Speaker 1: a general store, and a caution light, but today the
Speaker 1: community has several fast food places, a Mexican restaurant, a pharmacy,
Speaker 1: and a bank. At the time of my encounter, I
Speaker 1: was in my early teens. I had not gotten my
Speaker 1: driver's permit yet, so my main mode of transportation was
Speaker 1: my bicycle. My friends and I used woods as our playground.
Speaker 1: We hunted squirrels, and we fished, and we swam in
Speaker 1: the river and camped out on the weekends. I was
Speaker 1: comfortable outdoors as any other twelve or thirteen year old
Speaker 1: boy who had spent years exploring the woods. Strange noises
Speaker 1: and critters or bugs did not easily spook me. Even today,
Speaker 1: working as alignman for the local power company, my job
Speaker 1: requires me to spend a great deal of time alone
Speaker 1: in the woods at all hours of the day and night,
Speaker 1: so I'm not one who worries about things going bump
Speaker 1: in the night. In nineteen seventy eight, a friend taught
Speaker 1: me into putting out trotlines down on the Locust Fork
Speaker 1: River behind my house. I don't remember what possessed us
Speaker 1: to undertake such an adventure, but I agreed to help him.
Speaker 1: We chose a remote spot where the river made a
Speaker 1: U shape ben and all the water ran slower. To
Speaker 1: get to the river, you had to walk down a
Speaker 1: steep terrain that was heavily wooded, and going down wasn't
Speaker 1: too bad, but coming back up the road could be
Speaker 1: a little taxing, even for a couple of kids. We
Speaker 1: set out our lines, and for the next few days
Speaker 1: we went after school and we checked them. It didn't
Speaker 1: take long to realize this wasn't at all that great
Speaker 1: of an idea. We caught two or three fish a day,
Speaker 1: but usually by the time we got to them, turtles
Speaker 1: had eaten everything but the head. As a teenage boy,
Speaker 1: I started thinking of other ways I'd rather spend my time,
Speaker 1: and I was seriously debating on quitting after a few
Speaker 1: more days if the lack of success continued. But little
Speaker 1: did I know that decision would be made for me.
Speaker 1: One day, after we'd been doing this for a few days,
Speaker 1: my friend told me at school that he had something
Speaker 1: he had to do that afternoon, and he asked me
Speaker 1: if I would check them by myself. I wasn't thrilled
Speaker 1: about it, but I said, yeah, I'll do it that evening.
Speaker 1: I hooked it down the steep hill alone to the
Speaker 1: river for what I expected to be a total waste
Speaker 1: of time. I began to check the lines and I
Speaker 1: heard something grunt across the river on the opposite bank.
Speaker 1: At this spot, the river was about forty feet across.
Speaker 1: The opposite bank was also heavily wooded, and thick underbrush
Speaker 1: lined the bank. It was so thick that there were
Speaker 1: very few spots where you could even see through it,
Speaker 1: and even then it was only in small gaps that
Speaker 1: were few and far between. Whatever was across the water
Speaker 1: was now grunting and growling, and it was shaking small trees,
Speaker 1: all the while making sure it stayed completely concealed behind
Speaker 1: the brush. I told myself it was probably a hog
Speaker 1: rooting around, but I knew immediately that was not the case.
Speaker 1: It wasn't a pig with its nose stuck in the dirt.
Speaker 1: It was grunting and growling, not snorting and squealing. I
Speaker 1: could tell by where the sounds came from that whatever
Speaker 1: it was, it was at least as tall as me,
Speaker 1: and wild pigs don't grab and shake twenty foot tall
Speaker 1: hardwood trees like their twigs. Well, I try to ignore it,
Speaker 1: hoping whatever it was would tire of messing with me
Speaker 1: and just go away, But it continued to parallel me.
Speaker 1: As I moved down the bank from line to line.
Speaker 1: It became obvious to me that it had no intention
Speaker 1: of going away, and I eventually lost my nerve. I
Speaker 1: began to be afraid that something would burst through that
Speaker 1: thick brush and into the river and get me. So
Speaker 1: I said, to hell with the fishheads, and I scurried
Speaker 1: up that steep bank. I think I completed it in
Speaker 1: about half the time it normally took us. Even as
Speaker 1: I did, I could still hear this thing causing a commotion,
Speaker 1: no doubt, making sure that I would not change my
Speaker 1: mind and come back it didn't have to worry about
Speaker 1: that happening. The next day, I told my friend that
Speaker 1: I was out of the trotline business and would not
Speaker 1: be going back to that section of the river. When
Speaker 1: I told him why, he scoffed at me, But I
Speaker 1: didn't care. I don't know if he went back down
Speaker 1: there or not, nor did I give a damn. Over
Speaker 1: the years, I had thought about this event and tried
Speaker 1: to rationalize what hap As my dad was a Bigfoot enthusiast,
Speaker 1: I had known about the legend of it since I
Speaker 1: was a young kid. We watched every one of those
Speaker 1: cheesy seventy documentaries and of course the Patterson film. But
Speaker 1: Bigfoot was something that lived out west. At the time
Speaker 1: of this event, sightings of this creature in Alabama were
Speaker 1: unheard of. Years later I learned that other sightings in
Speaker 1: North Alabama were actually quite common. I can't say for
Speaker 1: certain what it was. I never saw it. It wasn't
Speaker 1: until I listened to your podcast and heard others discussing
Speaker 1: episodes of tree shaking, that I allowed myself to consider
Speaker 1: this possibility. Like I said in the beginning, this story
Speaker 1: doesn't contain any of the more exciting aspects of many
Speaker 1: of your other submissions. But this did happen. My brother
Speaker 1: told me it was probably some moonshiner running me off
Speaker 1: of it. Still, as most of the counties in North
Speaker 1: Alabama around this time, we're all dry. Moonshining had once
Speaker 1: been widespread in those hills and haulers, but by the
Speaker 1: late seventies the illicit liquor trade had pretty much dried up.
Speaker 1: There were still bootleggers around, but they wouldn't have any
Speaker 1: reason to be that deep in the woods. Others have
Speaker 1: also said somebody was messing with me, maybe even some
Speaker 1: of my friends, trying to scare me. But if that
Speaker 1: had been the case, and knowing my friends, they would
Speaker 1: have spilled the beans and told me about it. They
Speaker 1: were the kind of kids who if they ever got
Speaker 1: anything on you, they weren't going to let you live
Speaker 1: it down. But until this day, no one has ever
Speaker 1: admitted to such shenanigans. And I doubt a teenage boy
Speaker 1: could shake a tree like that. I don't think a
Speaker 1: full grown man could either. When I shared it, even
Speaker 1: with family members, I get ridiculed as such. Over the years,
Speaker 1: I've quit talking about it. It's only after hearing your
Speaker 1: podcast that I now feel comfortable relaying it to you.
Speaker 1: Thanks for your podcast. I love listening to it and
Speaker 1: hearing all the accounts that you read, and I've turned
Speaker 1: my dad onto your show. Thank you for that. After
Speaker 1: hearing some of the more terrifying ones, I'm glad mine
Speaker 1: was as unspectacular as it was. Sometimes in life, the
Speaker 1: less exciting it is the better. Oh that's the damn truth.
Speaker 1: He signs it. I'm not gonna tell you his name,
Speaker 1: but North Alabama. I spent some time in North Alabama
Speaker 1: up around Fort Payne and five, Alabama and gunners Full.
Speaker 1: I got to do some fishing at Gunnersville and Lakewise,
Speaker 1: and I really like that area. Very nice people, good people.
Speaker 1: I thought this was a real exciting story. I mean,
Speaker 1: imagine you're a kid and you're running trot lines, and
Speaker 1: you got to run them if you really to me,
Speaker 1: if you're going to run trot lines, some people put
Speaker 1: them out, they'll run them once a day, but you know,
Speaker 1: to really run trot lines and do it right, you
Speaker 1: probably need to run them about every three or four hours.
Speaker 1: So he found that out. The turtles and the guard
Speaker 1: and everything else that eat what's on your hook. It's
Speaker 1: a fun thing to do, or it used to be
Speaker 1: for me when I was younger. I used to run
Speaker 1: trot lines with I'm sorry, I just keep talking about me.
Speaker 1: That's not what I mean to do. I guess I'm
Speaker 1: just running at the mouth. I'm just rambling. Anyway, Let's
Speaker 1: just put it this way. This was a good story.
Speaker 1: I identified with it, and knowing people in North Alabama,
Speaker 1: I could almost hear them telling me this story. So
Speaker 1: I'm sorry I got choked up, but it was really good.
Speaker 1: I wanted to say thanks to the writer. I appreciate it.
Speaker 1: This morning, as I was slowly waking up for the day,
Speaker 1: I felt a finger touching my foot under the covers
Speaker 1: of my bed. This in itself is not unusual, except
Speaker 1: that I live alone. Somehow, the experience finally prompted me
Speaker 1: to write to you. My father was born in a
Speaker 1: small town in Germany. When the grave digger in the
Speaker 1: town retired, he informed his successor when someone passes, there
Speaker 1: would be a knock on his door. Letting him know
Speaker 1: it was time to get up and start digging. When
Speaker 1: my grandmother in Germany died, doors knocked at two homes
Speaker 1: that day, one in Germany and one in Canada, within
Speaker 1: two hours of each other. My father opened the door
Speaker 1: to see who was there, but our entrance was empty,
Speaker 1: and there was in a single footprint in the fresh
Speaker 1: coating of snow outside our door. At around thirteen years old,
Speaker 1: I was shoveling grain into the auger that was supplying
Speaker 1: a feed meal. The grain bend sat in a plywood
Speaker 1: barn with a ladder nailed to the wall for getting
Speaker 1: in and out there. I was hauling the grain when
Speaker 1: I looked up and saw my uncle wearing a black tuxedo.
Speaker 1: I stopped and stared at him curiously, and I told
Speaker 1: him hello. Then I got back to my work. It
Speaker 1: wasn't until later that night, after my chores were done
Speaker 1: that I found out that he had died. Moved into
Speaker 1: a farmhouse, and immediately started seeing apparitions once. I even
Speaker 1: watched a glass move across the kitchen counter in front
Speaker 1: of me. Last fall, my father came to visit for
Speaker 1: a night. He insisted on sleeping on the couch that night,
Speaker 1: and the next morning he asked which talk show I
Speaker 1: was listening to on the radio at three in the morning.
Speaker 1: I didn't know what he was talking about, so I
Speaker 1: told him I had been asleep all night. He looked
Speaker 1: at me like he regretted even asking, and we didn't
Speaker 1: talk about it anymore. My old neighbor is the son
Speaker 1: of a man who was born in this house over
Speaker 1: one hundred years ago. Next time I see him, I
Speaker 1: tell him to take his relatives home with him. They
Speaker 1: aren't paying rent. Two winters ago, I woke up on
Speaker 1: my back with my arms crossed onto my chest. I
Speaker 1: felt a light pressure holding them down, and when I
Speaker 1: tried to lift them, something pushed them back with such
Speaker 1: force that it pushed me into the Matre. Immediately said
Speaker 1: a prayer and felt the pressure disappear instantly. Many occurrences
Speaker 1: have happened, but became so frequent in my everyday life
Speaker 1: that I've been able to find normalcy in it. All.
Speaker 1: Normal sea. It's a normal normal sea. Is that even
Speaker 1: a word? Normalcy? Anyway? Normal sea, and at all I've
Speaker 1: never felt afraid, nor have I ever found reason to
Speaker 1: be alarmed by it. Looking at it objectively, it's just energy,
Speaker 1: different between human and animal. Each of us has a soul,
Speaker 1: and when we leave our bodies, we pass into the
Speaker 1: spiritual realm. Depending on our development and experiences, some of
Speaker 1: us move on toward the light, while others stay earth bound.
Speaker 1: Sometime those who have moved on will come back for
Speaker 1: a visit to see how we're progressing here on Earth.
Speaker 1: I'm convinced that if we could see the wider spectrum
Speaker 1: of light, we would see the spiritual realm. But since
Speaker 1: we can't, the spirits have to do the hard work
Speaker 1: gathering enough energy by siphoning it from the living or
Speaker 1: drawing it from energy of the environment. If there's enough
Speaker 1: energy around, they can make themselves known to us by
Speaker 1: knocking on a door, or moving a glass, or turning
Speaker 1: a light on or off. As a believer in reincarnation,
Speaker 1: I often question the role of ghosts and why they exist. Fortunately,
Speaker 1: I found a book written by a Catholic minister in
Speaker 1: Germany after World War One. His name was Johannes Greber.
Speaker 1: Maybe it's Johanness Grieber Johannas Godeba if you'd like to
Speaker 1: look it up. The information he shared is monumental. It
Speaker 1: will make you see the world and your life from
Speaker 1: a completely different perspective. Thank you for what you do.
Speaker 1: I hope my story is of help to people seeking
Speaker 1: the truth, and thank you to those who have the
Speaker 1: courage to write about their experiences and off. And this
Speaker 1: was a story about multiple experiences with ghosts and other apparitions,
Speaker 1: family members, neighbors, neighbors, parents, and I've never experienced anything
Speaker 1: like this, but we get a few emails like this,
Speaker 1: and people believe different things, and that's fine. You can
Speaker 1: believe whatever you want. But sometimes I wonder when my
Speaker 1: light goes out, what am I going to see? What?
Speaker 1: You know, I'm a believer in Jesus, But other than that,
Speaker 1: I wonder what the experience is going to be like.
Speaker 1: Is it going to be a bright light? Is it
Speaker 1: going to be a woosh through space? Am I just
Speaker 1: going to go to sleep? There are a lot of
Speaker 1: different theories about it, and as many theories from the
Speaker 1: secular community as there are from the religious community. And
Speaker 1: the truth is, we don't know. It's funny because billions
Speaker 1: of people have lived and died on this earth and
Speaker 1: nobody has any idea what happens moment of death. But
Speaker 1: it will definitely be a new experience that I've never
Speaker 1: experienced before. So I'm kind kind of in a way
Speaker 1: looking at it as sort of an adventure, you know,
Speaker 1: A wonder meeting my creator. I think that's going to
Speaker 1: be pretty cool, and I hope it happens instantly. I
Speaker 1: hope we don't just go to sleep and sleep for
Speaker 1: a million years, because not that we would even know
Speaker 1: if we were asleep. How would you even know it
Speaker 1: had been a million years. I want to be cool
Speaker 1: to wake up and say, hey, how long has it
Speaker 1: been since I died? And somebody there tell you, oh,
Speaker 1: it's been a million one point two million years since
Speaker 1: you died? What? Man? I missed all that? Anyway, just
Speaker 1: stuff I think about. You know something else I think about.
Speaker 1: I get up in the morning and I drink some
Speaker 1: coffee and I'll try to just clear my mind for
Speaker 1: about fifteen or twenty minutes, and then I'll pull up
Speaker 1: my phone and I've gotten I'll be honest with you,
Speaker 1: I've gotten on this TikTok rabbit hole kind of thing,
Speaker 1: and I've come They're ass some of these do you
Speaker 1: guys know who these First Amendment auditors are? These guys
Speaker 1: who just sit on a sidewalk and film stuff and
Speaker 1: try to provoke reactions from people on the street. And
Speaker 1: they're testing their freedoms just what they're doing, and they're
Speaker 1: making money off of it. But what I find really
Speaker 1: spectacularly interesting and I love watching people and trying to
Speaker 1: figure out what the what is the psychology of what
Speaker 1: is going on here? What makes people do and think
Speaker 1: and behave the way they do. What amazes me of
Speaker 1: the people that the people who will confront these auditors
Speaker 1: and they say they don't want to be on camera,
Speaker 1: but they step right in front of the camera and
Speaker 1: they start a big fight with them or an argument
Speaker 1: with them. They'll even chase them around. Some of them
Speaker 1: will get violent with the auditors. A lot of them
Speaker 1: get pepper sprayed. What is it about? Is it? Is
Speaker 1: it a need to control your environment? If I walked
Speaker 1: in a shopping mall and there was somebody there with
Speaker 1: the camera just filming people going in and out, I
Speaker 1: wouldn't think anything about it. I just walk right by
Speaker 1: them and go in. I have no need, no desire
Speaker 1: to find out what they're doing. Or somebody standing at
Speaker 1: a lot of times they'll stand in front of post office.
Speaker 1: Is you know sometimes they'll stand in front of these
Speaker 1: cannabis dispensaries, get people going in and out of the
Speaker 1: marijuana dispensaries, which I think is kind of which is
Speaker 1: brilliant because you're always going to get someone to confront
Speaker 1: you there, which is that's what they want because that's
Speaker 1: what people watch, and that gets clicks, and that gets
Speaker 1: full views, and that's how people like us creators make money.
Speaker 1: If you listen to a video, in their case, watch
Speaker 1: a video from front to end, that's when you do
Speaker 1: the best financially. Nobody's getting super rich doing it, but
Speaker 1: a lot of them make their living doing it, and
Speaker 1: they and the auditors have become extremely crafty at how
Speaker 1: they respawn to people. But I'm just curious from you,
Speaker 1: the audience, what is it that makes these people tick
Speaker 1: that confront the First Amendment auditors? Why do they Is
Speaker 1: it just a control thing? Is it a pride thing?
Speaker 1: What is it? You guys? Tell me what you think
Speaker 1: of is if you haven't watched any of you won't
Speaker 1: even know what I'm talking about. But if you've watched
Speaker 1: any of them, and I know a lot of you have,
Speaker 1: I find them fascinating. Not because of the controversy I
Speaker 1: just look at the people that confront these people and
Speaker 1: I go, what is going on in that person's brain?
Speaker 1: And so along with that you get to see like
Speaker 1: the police cam, the bodycam footage of people that the
Speaker 1: police arrests. Like they'll pull somebody over and they'll say, well,
Speaker 1: you were going sixty five and a forty. I need
Speaker 1: to see your driver's license, your registration, and your insurance.
Speaker 1: And instantly these people become a problem. They won't roll
Speaker 1: down their window, they won't give the officer their driver's license.
Speaker 1: They know they were speeding, but they won't cooperate at all,
Speaker 1: and it eventually winds up after thirty or forty five
Speaker 1: minutes of the cops saying, if you don't get out
Speaker 1: of that car and give me that information, you're going
Speaker 1: to prison. And if you don't roll down your window,
Speaker 1: I'm going to break that window and drag you out
Speaker 1: of that car. They will take it so far, so
Speaker 1: far that they'll go to prison, when all they had
Speaker 1: to do was just say, yeah, I was speeding, I
Speaker 1: broke the law, Take your lumps, give them the license,
Speaker 1: give me your insurance, all that stuff, and just get
Speaker 1: it done and move on. What is it? What goes
Speaker 1: on in the mind of these people that bow up
Speaker 1: on the police when they've obviously done something that rated
Speaker 1: them being pulled over. What is it you guys? Let
Speaker 1: me know in the comments what you think is going
Speaker 1: on with these people, Like the people who won't roll
Speaker 1: down their windows or give up their drivers. Are they
Speaker 1: trying to control the cops. You're never gonna win. The
Speaker 1: cops are always, always, every time, gonna come out on top.
Speaker 1: You're gonna do what they say every time. If they
Speaker 1: ask you to get out of a car, you are
Speaker 1: coming out of that car. If they ask you to
Speaker 1: turn around and put your hands on the back trunk
Speaker 1: of the car, they're gonna search you. They're gonna handcuff you,
Speaker 1: put you to the ground. It's gonna get done. Why
Speaker 1: do people continually bow up on this stuff? Anyway? I'm
Speaker 1: just fascinated with the psychology of people and the trouble
Speaker 1: they get themselves in when it's not even necessary. It
Speaker 1: is not even necessary in the least bit. Is it
Speaker 1: just a need to win? Is it a need to
Speaker 1: come out on top? Is it a need for control?
Speaker 1: Tell me what you're think in the comments. I know
Speaker 1: that was a big tangent, but it just popped in
Speaker 1: my head. Thought I'd just talk about it. When I
Speaker 1: was six years old, my family took a vacation a
Speaker 1: little ways north of Cadillac, Michigan. We stayed in a
Speaker 1: small cabin that belonged to some family friends. They had
Speaker 1: a sun ma age named Jeff, and we got along
Speaker 1: pretty well. We spent a few days playing in the
Speaker 1: woods and by the creek that ran along the hill.
Speaker 1: On the fifth night, we saw a dog man. It
Speaker 1: was well past midnight, and Jeff and I were up
Speaker 1: away past our bedtime, goofing around and looking at comics
Speaker 1: with a flashlight. The bedroom we were staying in was small,
Speaker 1: in a loft that we'd climbed into with a lighter.
Speaker 1: In the loft, there was a round window below the
Speaker 1: peak of the roof where we could look out and
Speaker 1: see the driveway in the large front yard dotted with trees.
Speaker 1: Next to the drive was a small wooden shed. Beside
Speaker 1: that was a telephone pole with a big yard lamp
Speaker 1: casting pale bluish light on the ground. On the other
Speaker 1: side of the shed, just out of our site of
Speaker 1: our little window were metal oscar the grouch style trash
Speaker 1: cans with lids secured down by black bungee cords to
Speaker 1: keep animals out of them. We were sitting there, flipping
Speaker 1: pages over in our comic books when we heard something
Speaker 1: getting into one of those trash cans. We crawled to
Speaker 1: the little window, hoping to see a raccoon or maybe
Speaker 1: even a bear, But what we saw was something else entirely.
Speaker 1: It was darker than the night around it, blacker than black,
Speaker 1: a walking silhouette. It was bigger than a bear, but
Speaker 1: narrower in some parts too, and moving slowly and low
Speaker 1: to the ground. We waited for it to come into
Speaker 1: the pale blue light, but it seemed to know better.
Speaker 1: It disappeared into the darkness of the lawn where the
Speaker 1: light couldn't reach it, and then it circled around and
Speaker 1: went back to the shed the long way. We lost
Speaker 1: sight of it when it got to the vehicles, and
Speaker 1: then we saw it again, clearer than before, as it
Speaker 1: stood up beside my dad's vehicle. Dad had a lifted
Speaker 1: charger so high that the floorboards were my eye level.
Speaker 1: I was an average sized, healthy six year old kid,
Speaker 1: but my dad still had to pick me up and
Speaker 1: set me in the car. It's head and shoulders towered
Speaker 1: above the charger's roof, I could make out a neck
Speaker 1: a long muzzle. In twenty years, we lost sight of
Speaker 1: it after that. The next morning, while our parents were
Speaker 1: just dragging themselves out of the bed, Jeff and I
Speaker 1: rushed outside to look at the trash cans. Sure enough,
Speaker 1: the bags inside were torn to shreds, like something with
Speaker 1: claws had ripped through them looking for what it wanted.
Speaker 1: But the strange thing was that the lids were still
Speaker 1: on and the bunges were still secured when we got there.
Speaker 1: Whatever had gotten into them had taken the lids off
Speaker 1: and then put them back on afterward. We never told
Speaker 1: anybody about it, even at six. We knew our parents
Speaker 1: would never believe us. And I can't say for certain
Speaker 1: that I saw a dog man, but I can't say
Speaker 1: that I did either way. That experience taught me to
Speaker 1: keep an open mind. Since that day, I'm always cautious
Speaker 1: in the woods, and I advise anyone who hears this
Speaker 1: story to be cautious too. Yep, I would be cautious
Speaker 1: at least in your area if you saw a dog man.
Speaker 1: But here's what confuses me about this story. Who lifts
Speaker 1: a Dodge charger. That doesn't make sense to me. You
Speaker 1: generally left a truck, like a four wheel drive truck.
Speaker 1: Your dad lifted his charger to where you couldn't even
Speaker 1: get in it. I've never seen a lifted Dodge charger. Anyway,
Speaker 1: this was a great story. Kid six year old kid
Speaker 1: thinks he sees a dog man by the garbage cans
Speaker 1: that opens and closes trash cans with bungee cords. Amazing,
Speaker 1: It's amazing. Okay, here's a short, little Bigfoot story you
Speaker 1: guys might enjoy. In October of nineteen ninety one, my
Speaker 1: ex husband and I had rent into a condo in Mammoth, California.
Speaker 1: On our first day there, we decided to go fishing
Speaker 1: at Lake Mary. The whole time we were at the water,
Speaker 1: I felt as if someone was watching me, but I
Speaker 1: didn't make a big deal of it, and we went
Speaker 1: about our day. The next day, we decided to hike
Speaker 1: to Inyo Crater. I Nyo never heard of that. I
Speaker 1: think that's unless that's a Typo. That's a crater I've
Speaker 1: never heard of. We took the moderate trail and we
Speaker 1: were about halfway there when we heard something crashing through
Speaker 1: the forest to our left, a huge buck came bounding
Speaker 1: through the trees right in front of me. It was
Speaker 1: so close I could see the color of its eyes.
Speaker 1: It had been so frightened by something it couldn't have
Speaker 1: cared less about running right past us. We looked in
Speaker 1: the direction that it came from, but nothing was chasing
Speaker 1: it that we could see. But still the experience spooked us.
Speaker 1: I thought about the eerie feely God had while fishing
Speaker 1: the day before, and I found myself looking over my
Speaker 1: shoulder the rest of the height. That evening, there was
Speaker 1: a light snowfall, and as I stood on the balcony
Speaker 1: and listened to the silence, I pondered the day, unable
Speaker 1: to get the look of fear on that animal's face
Speaker 1: out of my mind. I've heard other people's stories on
Speaker 1: your channel about animal behavior and sisquatch, and to this day,
Speaker 1: I wonder if that buck was being chased by one.
Speaker 1: That's a really good question. Normally, if a deer's running,
Speaker 1: they they'll see you and they'll veer off. You know,
Speaker 1: they'll stop, hit the brakes, turn, they'll do something. But
Speaker 1: it sounds like they didn't even see you. So that's
Speaker 1: kind of a creepy story. It could have been a
Speaker 1: big foot chasing it. You never know, you never know.
Speaker 1: Thank you very much for the story. I thought that
Speaker 1: was short and concise and very good. Thank you very much,
Speaker 1: ma'am for the story. All right, I'm going to add
Speaker 1: a story from the archives, just one behind this one
Speaker 1: to finish out this podcast. Hope you guys enjoy it,
Speaker 1: and I'll sign off now until you I hope you
Speaker 1: enjoyed this last story, and after that we'll see on
Speaker 1: the next one. Veronica Amber had no recollection of her
Speaker 1: first encounter with the wisps that came as inconspicuous and unexpected,
Speaker 1: like flurries of indoored dust that float and fly when
Speaker 1: bathed by a sheen of sunlight. At the beginning of
Speaker 1: their residence at three point fifteen Copacitic Lane, just before
Speaker 1: their street transitioned into the main road in town. Her
Speaker 1: home knew a time when it was vacant of the wisps,
Speaker 1: and the only specters filling the inside of their projections
Speaker 1: from the old films that her father would display on
Speaker 1: dark velvet walls of the house. The walls of their
Speaker 1: Victorian used to hold no haunting tendrils of their existence.
Speaker 1: The hallways her no shrills or cutawalls from a life
Speaker 1: silenced by death, and the marbled floor of their historic
Speaker 1: home at one point had less of a tendency to
Speaker 1: send shivers up one's another regions and into the spine.
Speaker 1: The wisps were invisible inhabitants of their home, but to
Speaker 1: the rest of the world they were simply called ghosts.
Speaker 1: Veronica Amber's acquaintance with them was far from the horror
Speaker 1: filled nonsense she'd read about in books and watched in movies.
Speaker 1: For the more the whists made themselves known to her,
Speaker 1: the more annoyed she became. It seemed they were always around,
Speaker 1: causing mischief, popping out at the most inconvenient times, and
Speaker 1: filling her ears with macabre groans in the dark in
Speaker 1: an attempt to inflict fear into her soul when she
Speaker 1: only wanted to have a good night's sleep, and since
Speaker 1: then she had scarcely known a moment's peace. Veronica Amber,
Speaker 1: as she liked to be called, awoke on Halloween morning
Speaker 1: with an abrupt opening of her eyes. She lay on
Speaker 1: her back in her attic room, watching the warmth of
Speaker 1: the dawning sun changed the color of her slanted ceiling.
Speaker 1: She heard a shuffling of feet, moved her eyes to
Speaker 1: the foot of the bed, and there stood a lady
Speaker 1: Wisp looking at her with a cocked head, her spaghetti
Speaker 1: strands of hair falling onto a ghostly shoulder where the
Speaker 1: clavical and humorous were exposed underneath decayed and stretched out
Speaker 1: torn skin. This particular wisp never bothered Vam like the
Speaker 1: others did, but the gaze she gave her always made
Speaker 1: her feel uncomfortable because she knew the apparition was trying
Speaker 1: to say something through those glassy, unblinking eyes. Perhaps it
Speaker 1: was due to the dislocated jaw and missing tongue that
Speaker 1: kept her from saying what was on her mind, but regardless,
Speaker 1: Vam had no time to feel sorry for something that
Speaker 1: had the same design as a fart in the wind.
Speaker 1: It's Halloween today, Paprika Vam said, lifting her head from
Speaker 1: the pillow and using her elbows to hold her up
Speaker 1: as she faced the wisp. A Vam named all the
Speaker 1: wisps after spices, and Paprika happened to fit this specific one.
Speaker 1: Not only that, but it's my last time as host
Speaker 1: now that I'm eighteen. After this I'm relieved of all duties.
Speaker 1: Vam gave a quick stretched and moved her body into
Speaker 1: a sitting position on the side of her bed. She
Speaker 1: felt the moist hot fog surround her feet, and when
Speaker 1: she looked down, she glanced at the open mouth of
Speaker 1: a Regano, an older wisp who was bodyless and used
Speaker 1: his old man head to roll around their home. His
Speaker 1: gurgily foaming mouth was stretched wide in an expression that
Speaker 1: would make any normal humans soil themselves and fright. His
Speaker 1: cracky lips clung around Van's feet, leaving strands of ghostly
Speaker 1: saliva on her ankles. Fam rolled her eyes and wiggled
Speaker 1: her toes, visible through the rotted eyelids of his head,
Speaker 1: and she kicked him, making him vanish into nothing. You're disgusting,
Speaker 1: she muttered, moving toward the bathroom. Before she reached the
Speaker 1: toilet time, a young boy whisp who looked about six
Speaker 1: or seven, popped up from the floor and shrieked like
Speaker 1: a banshee. She gasped more from the suddenness of it
Speaker 1: than from fright as his face collided into hers, and
Speaker 1: before she had a moment to swat him away, he disappeared.
Speaker 1: Time was the one who bothered her the most, and
Speaker 1: as many endeavors to frighten her, and failing to do so,
Speaker 1: it made him the one she also felt closest too,
Speaker 1: almost like a little annoying brother, but with maggots crawling
Speaker 1: out of his nose and ears. It was in the
Speaker 1: alone hours of the morning that Vam felt the most
Speaker 1: connected to the house. Her parents, who taught night classes
Speaker 1: at nixt University, remained asleep for the majority of the day,
Speaker 1: and it was in their solitude that she learned to
Speaker 1: speak to the house. Just one touch to a chimney
Speaker 1: stone or a beam of wood was enough for the
Speaker 1: house to remind and speak to her about how it
Speaker 1: was before their wisps had occupied the space. She would
Speaker 1: get images of her mother and father, and their pale
Speaker 1: faces contrasted with the black exterior of the home. The
Speaker 1: oldest and most abandoned, neglected house on Copastic Lane was
Speaker 1: the one they had imprinted on. Could it be genetics?
Speaker 1: Her father, Professor Victor Ambrose Prior asked one night during
Speaker 1: dinner over his stake Flombay, many years ago, when Vam
Speaker 1: had confided in him about the wisps. When we adopted you,
Speaker 1: we knew at some point your health would become a
Speaker 1: source of worry for us. He said, well, that is
Speaker 1: a possibility, my dear, but we must also not reule
Speaker 1: out the screen time. Her mother, doctor Vivian Amelia Pryor,
Speaker 1: had said, placing a cold, pale hand on Vam's forehead,
Speaker 1: that new iPad we got you for Christmas has become
Speaker 1: a bit of an addiction for you, darling. Are you
Speaker 1: sure you aren't hallucinating these images? A young Vam had
Speaker 1: smiled at them, half lovingly and half disappointed that her
Speaker 1: parents couldn't see the wisps. She shook her head. No, mother,
Speaker 1: I'm not imagining them there as real as you and
Speaker 1: I father. I can touch them, I can smell them,
Speaker 1: but when I try to scream, they disappear. At this point,
Speaker 1: being scared isn't an option. I just want them to
Speaker 1: leave me alone. Her mother's plumb, lipstick stained mouth formed
Speaker 1: a sympathetic frown. I'm so sorry, dearest, I wish there
Speaker 1: was something we could do to make it go away.
Speaker 1: That had been many years ago, and since then, numerous
Speaker 1: wisps had appeared to her as real and as vexatious
Speaker 1: as ever. For better or for worse, but not for long.
Speaker 1: Comes springtime, when Van was due to graduate, she'd leave
Speaker 1: her home, seething with wisps, to start a new life
Speaker 1: and leave the nest, a phrase her father despised and
Speaker 1: regarded with contempt pishposh. He always said when that phrase
Speaker 1: was uttered. We aren't eagles, for goodness' sake. So I
Speaker 1: want no more talk about leaving nests and whatnot. Now, Vam,
Speaker 1: my darling, I couldn't be prouder of the person that
Speaker 1: you become and the one you are yet to be.
Speaker 1: And like any father, I'm disconsolate at the idea of
Speaker 1: seeing you go, but exhilarated at the prospects that await you.
Speaker 1: Not flesh of our flesh, nor blood of our blood.
Speaker 1: But once you were handed into our arms, the darling
Speaker 1: child with the eyes as dark as coal, who appeared
Speaker 1: to us as a stranger, suddenly became the most beloved daughter.
Speaker 1: A most beloved daughter rang in Vam's head, and she
Speaker 1: dressed herself for the day. In the mirror, a young
Speaker 1: girl Wisp, whom Vam had named Coriander, manifested herself beside Vam.
Speaker 1: She opened her mouth and let out a shrill scream
Speaker 1: that penetrated the ear drums with a searing intensity, and
Speaker 1: Vam covered her ears, but ignored her and quickly placing
Speaker 1: a clip on her hair before making her way downstairs
Speaker 1: to finish the preparation for the night's Halloween party. A
Speaker 1: most beloved daughter, she thought to herself again, and a
Speaker 1: most beloved host. And when Vam was a young girl,
Speaker 1: shortly after the Priors had adopted her, she was given
Speaker 1: the responsibility of hosting a Halloween evening in their home.
Speaker 1: Mommy and Daddy have to sleep, dearest, and can only
Speaker 1: join later in the evening once we awaken, who will
Speaker 1: be there to entertain our guests. Well, that is where
Speaker 1: you come in, said her mother. But I'm only a child,
Speaker 1: Vam had objected. Well, that works to our advantage, darling,
Speaker 1: her mother had said, kneeling to her level and pressing
Speaker 1: her pale forehead to Vams, they are more likely to
Speaker 1: trust you, and so they did. Every Halloween evening, the
Speaker 1: Priors would appoint Vam to welcome guests and passing trick
Speaker 1: or treats to their home. At the beginning, guests would
Speaker 1: question her on the whereabouts of her parents, to which
Speaker 1: Vam would reply no worries. They are resting and will
Speaker 1: be with you shortly for dinner. In the kitchen, Vam
Speaker 1: started the ord'eures baked brye made to look like Mommy
Speaker 1: and she's in cracker platter with bat and Jack o'
Speaker 1: lantern cutouts, a bowl of checks mix and candy for
Speaker 1: a monster munch, and guacamole with vegetables arranged to look
Speaker 1: like the face of a whim. It was all coming together,
Speaker 1: and it was still hours to go until lunchtime. By
Speaker 1: the time it was sundown, Vam had decorated and set
Speaker 1: the food in the dining room. A meat loaf shaped
Speaker 1: to resemble the anatomy of a human body was left
Speaker 1: cooling on the counter when she went upstairs to change,
Speaker 1: and she opted for a simple black dress that hugged
Speaker 1: her slender frame. And putting on the final touches of
Speaker 1: her makeup, she heard a wheezing, echoey sound behind the
Speaker 1: curtain of her shower. Pushing the curtain back, Time jumped
Speaker 1: at her, squealing and laughing as she went through her
Speaker 1: body and exited out the bathroom door. Another wisp, A
Speaker 1: young looking male around Vam's age, stood staring at her.
Speaker 1: Underneath showerhead. A harsh cut to the throat revealed a
Speaker 1: sliced trachea. Vams sighed and crossed her arms. Do you
Speaker 1: think you can keep it down, Nutmeg? Our guests are
Speaker 1: due to arrive soon in the wheezing is distracting. Nutmeg
Speaker 1: said nothing but nodded, watching Vam roll her tube of
Speaker 1: lipstick back in. You're lucky. You're a handsome one, even
Speaker 1: more of a looker. Before Vam turned back to him,
Speaker 1: her hand on the light switch of the bathroom, you know,
Speaker 1: she used her index finger to swipe under her throat
Speaker 1: in a slashing manner. The sound of the doorbell below
Speaker 1: made Vam return to her responsibilities, and with a clap
Speaker 1: of her hand, she turned off the light and clambered
Speaker 1: down the stairs, remembering the meat loaf and placing it
Speaker 1: on the table. Before reaching the entrance, she stopped in
Speaker 1: the fourier, where above the grinning candlelight jack o' lantern
Speaker 1: hung pictures of the hosts that came before her, the
Speaker 1: other priors, her sisters, the sisters she had never met,
Speaker 1: the sisters who had left to start a new life
Speaker 1: at eighteen. Once the new host was chosen, just like
Speaker 1: she would in the springtime the sisters, who had taken
Speaker 1: the same vow their parents had taken when they were
Speaker 1: each adopted into the family. We will take care of
Speaker 1: you if you will take care of us, they had said.
Speaker 1: None of the previous prior daughters had been hosts at
Speaker 1: three point fifteen Copestic Lane when their nomadic parents staked
Speaker 1: to claim on the property, Vam had been the first one.
Speaker 1: With each passing year of Vam's life, she was slowly
Speaker 1: coming to terms with the truth about why the wisps
Speaker 1: were part of their home and why they were visible
Speaker 1: only to her. Vam doesn't remember her first encounter with
Speaker 1: a wisp, but she remembers when Peperika, who in her
Speaker 1: previous life was called Monica, entered in her fleshly human
Speaker 1: form as a guest in their home, and Oregano, who
Speaker 1: was once Mister Franks her English teacher time, used to
Speaker 1: be Spencer, a classmate she would play with in elementary school,
Speaker 1: and was the first guest she entered in her first
Speaker 1: year as a host. Nutmeg was a packaged delivery worker
Speaker 1: who thought Vam looked rather pretty standing on the porch
Speaker 1: of her house in her black dress. Last Halloween He
Speaker 1: went up the steps to introduce himself and entered, and
Speaker 1: unbeknownst to him that he would not be coming back out.
Speaker 1: The whiffs were who they were because they had all
Speaker 1: made the decision to be guests at three point fifteen
Speaker 1: Copacetic Lane. What bound them together other than death, was
Speaker 1: their decision to trust Vam. Another ring of the doorbell
Speaker 1: sounded in the Fouryer, coming, Vam called out, straightening her dress.
Speaker 1: Opening the door, she came face to face with a
Speaker 1: group of tricker treaders, young and old, friend groups and families.
Speaker 1: No one wanted to miss out on the opportunity to
Speaker 1: sneak a peek inside the old, creepy Victorian house that
Speaker 1: sat like a tempting siren on Copastic Lane. Hello, she exclaimed,
Speaker 1: putting on an unnaturally inviting grin as she opened the door.
Speaker 1: We've got candy for your buckets, and if you'd like
Speaker 1: to stay, we have snacks and food. We hope you
Speaker 1: can join us for a while this evening. Stepping aside,
Speaker 1: she allowed the group of guests to walk into the fourrier,
Speaker 1: directing them with her arm towards the parlor. In the
Speaker 1: formal dining room, a murmur of excitement washed over the crowd,
Speaker 1: and they stepped over each other and pushed bodies away
Speaker 1: to be the first one to explore the house, and
Speaker 1: within a few minutes, the parlor was full of guests,
Speaker 1: socializing with each other, stuffing their faces with Vams snacks
Speaker 1: and cooked meals, and taking pictures with their phones of
Speaker 1: the interior of the house and ooing and eyeing like
Speaker 1: museum lovers. Vam stood and watched the energy that filled
Speaker 1: the room, and with no friends or relatives to invite over,
Speaker 1: the prior house was for the most part empty and
Speaker 1: deprived of visitors. Halloween night was the only time when
Speaker 1: people wilfully invited themselves over without arousing suspicion. Outsiders who
Speaker 1: saw the crowd beckoning to the front door of the
Speaker 1: prior house didn't have to think twice about coming to
Speaker 1: a conclusion to explain the number of people entering the abode.
Speaker 1: It's Halloween, they'd say, with a shrug. Halloween's for friends
Speaker 1: and strangers to come. A knocking a perfect cover up.
Speaker 1: As many of the moocher played in the room, causing
Speaker 1: an uproar with people singing along, Vam slinked away from
Speaker 1: the parlor and ambled over to a door leading to
Speaker 1: the basement. Pitch black darkness swallowed up any traces of
Speaker 1: the light from the main floor as she squinted in
Speaker 1: her eyes to see what was below. Father, mother, she
Speaker 1: called out quietly, it's time to wake up. Our guests
Speaker 1: are here. The early bat catches the worm. She heard
Speaker 1: a stir in the darkness, and then heard her father speak, Hello, darling.
Speaker 1: Is the black tarp laid out in the parlor? Yes, sir.
Speaker 1: Every year I get compliments about the noise that it
Speaker 1: makes when they walk on top of it, but no
Speaker 1: grievances from this group so far. They're a pretty good crowd.
Speaker 1: Not a drop of blood will make its way to
Speaker 1: the marble floors and the doorbell, camera and projector. Have
Speaker 1: you tested that out? It works like a charm. I
Speaker 1: tried it earlier, and the projection of myself passing the
Speaker 1: sidewalk and coming up the steps was reversed perfectly to
Speaker 1: make it look like I came back down. Anyone watching
Speaker 1: our home, we'll see our guests leave after the evening
Speaker 1: is over. Her mother spoke, now, have you prepared the
Speaker 1: needles and the collection bags? Yes, mother, they're beside the
Speaker 1: plastic bins that hold the peroxide, bleach and enzyme solvents
Speaker 1: we use for cleanup. All the backup freezers have been
Speaker 1: up and running since this morning. I counted at least
Speaker 1: forty people who arrived. Once we break apart ligaments, it
Speaker 1: should be enough to fit everyone without tacking up space
Speaker 1: in the basement. It's quite a bit of Burger's and
Speaker 1: steak Flambays ready for us to enjoy for another year.
Speaker 1: I hope we have more oh negatives than we did
Speaker 1: last Halloween. The flavor and the sauces we made just
Speaker 1: wasn't the same without their kick. Her father gave out
Speaker 1: a dark chuckle. Should we wear the fangs I got
Speaker 1: for us three years ago? My love? He spoke to
Speaker 1: his wife. Why ever would we want to do that?
Speaker 1: She responded. Vam couldn't see her father shrug, but felt
Speaker 1: them do. So. It's Halloween. If the people want to
Speaker 1: see Count Dracula, then who am I to deny them
Speaker 1: that pleasure? They'll be busy screaming, Dearest Veronica. Amber has
Speaker 1: everyone sipped their refreshments, Vam nodded yes. Mother. In about
Speaker 1: three minutes, the anesthetic solution will take full effect if
Speaker 1: you and father want to make a show of your entrance.
Speaker 1: It had better be quick before you lose them. Well,
Speaker 1: that's a good girl, and now run along and see
Speaker 1: that our guest are enjoying. The party will be there
Speaker 1: very soon. Vam closed the door and walked to the kitchen.
Speaker 1: She opened a drawer that held all the knives she
Speaker 1: had used in previous years. She grabbed a hold of
Speaker 1: a meat cleaver. This baby was her favorite, made it
Speaker 1: easier to cut through the skin and bone. She glanced
Speaker 1: over her shoulder and saw that the wisps of her
Speaker 1: home had gathered around her, all the ones she conjured
Speaker 1: by the work of her own hands. She gave them
Speaker 1: a sly smile, ready for some new roomies. Shutting the
Speaker 1: drawer with her hip, she walked past the wisps who
Speaker 1: were protesting. Hiding the meat cleaver behind her, she clenched
Speaker 1: it behind the shoulder blades of her back and used
Speaker 1: her free hand a mute the music. All the eyes
Speaker 1: of her guests looked at her, with their ears perked
Speaker 1: in bodies frozen. Vam smiled at them and gave her
Speaker 1: final announcement of the night. I just wanted to give
Speaker 1: you all the big thanks and a grand welcome to
Speaker 1: our humble little home. My name is Van Pryor and
Speaker 1: i'll be your host for the evening