Bass. Marlo is EQ Bustamante, Thomas,
Kelly in Kendra Jennings. You have here by been found
guilty of sedition treason and crimes against the United States
of America. By order of President Campbell,
you are to be executed by firing squad this day 14.
June, 2020 for may God have mercy upon your soul.
Now which one we get to shoot first?
I guess that would be me. No no no man fuck that.
Tell you what? Shoot me first General Electric.
Yeah we'll take out the cheap Troublemaker first take that
stupid thing off. Corporal, take this up against
the wall Trader. Any last words?
Ready day. Kane, sir.
Two years earlier. Okay, Diane it so 5:30 in the
morning and it's 14th June 2020 to midwinter here at the
station. Hell, I mean midwinter here at
all event Arctica, this is the biggest celebration across the
continent, every station. Every Nation celebrates each has
their own unique Traditions, but the primary ways to celebrate
our, the same to each station, the station manager, gets up and
cooked breakfast for all the stations, 40 to 60 residents and
yeah, Apparently that one hasn't been celebrated since Wainwright
arrived down here about five years ago and I bet you're not
surprised one bit, there are presence.
Both from people back home that gets shipped separately as well
as people who are here over the summer season and left.
They always leave a small something for friends.
They made while on station will open those at midday.
Oh and since it's an official holiday that means no work.
Nobody does anything science-wise other than anything
critical to keeping the station running.
Nobody works. If they can help it, lunch,
lady, Alice and crew, have no shortage of cook sous, chef
prepares and Gophers people have fun activities, planned will
send. Greetings and messages over the
radio and phone to the other stations and rumor has it mikkel
has prepared his famous. Hold on it had to write this
down. Special janitor makings of
potato. Vodka that has orangie flavors
and puts chest hairs on chess. Hmm.
My new drinking buddy, Zeke dared, me says, you'll try it.
If I try it now, he's throwing the gauntlet.
So I can't refuse. And there's a huge feast
tonight. There'll be three special
cocktail choices including Miguel's, which I'm hoping
doesn't cause temporary blindness a seven-course meal
with three different main entree, selections, they'll be
after dinner. Desserts and more cocktails.
Oh, get this. I was invited to a very special.
Special celebration. It seems Thomas Patrick Zeke and
others all get together for what they call Jax night, in
reference to Jack Jack, Torrance from The Shining.
That's the guy Jack Nicholson played the movie back in the
80s, to celebrate this tradition, small group, gets
together to tell scary stories, and try to outdo one another and
then I snagged an invite from mr.
Kelly reluctantly Zeke has agreed to host it in.
Fuel room Thomas and Patrick considered the creepiest part of
the entire station. Which yeah, but I still got no
idea how they managed to talk him into it.
I got to admit though, it's just kind of a big deal around here.
You've got elements of Christmas Thanksgiving Halloween st.
Patrick's Day and he'll Cinco de Mayo all-in-one and well I've
decided that I too need a bit of a break.
Not saying I'm going on vacation far from it but after last year,
I'm entitled to a day off as well.
So despite major drug smuggling operations and two concurrent
investigations notwithstanding Diane.
You may want to sit down because I'm taking the day off.
This is us, Deputy Marshal, bass Marlo investigation, suspended,
one day 14th June 2020 to happy Midwinter Or is it?
Mary midwinter. I'll have to ask recording
stopped. So, the police officer that the
woman on her porch, the two of them walked to her car.
In the driveway investigating, the sound.
She heard each time she stopped the car there on her door
handle. Oh gosh.
I guess you all heard that one before, huh?
It's the scariest one. I have though, everybody knows
that one mr. Kelly, it was all when I was
still young and that was a long time ago.
Well, Well, I guess I can always tell you about the dermabrasion.
I went through one time pass. Okay, okay, okay, okay, fine,
Patrick, how about you go next? All right, Scary Story, scary
story, man. Oh geez.
Okay, okay, hold on. I remember one, I remember
reading about this when I was a tiny dude.
It was was one story in a bunch of scary stories that I bought.
It adds was a School Scholastic Book Fair.
Wow, they still do that. But me a lot of Garfield books
back in the day. Oh yeah, absolutely.
All of us, kids used to like love flipping through those
catalogs and we would select whatever books looked cool that
so back then I was I was a nerd. Like I loved like reading about
all the side by the fantasy, anything really like Freaky
Deaky. Loved it.
Okay, let's hear what you have. All right, so so this ombre
driving from his office? Super late, one evening, decided
that he should take a shortcut to get home, faster, dumb
decision but let's go. It was 2 a.m. in the morning.
And after all, like a long day, the sewer that he could get
home. The faster, he could get to
those every microwave pizza rolls.
Rather than like take the main roads on the highway, he cut
through one of the old dirt roads and remote country two
lanes streets, which gave him like a straight shot.
It only ever taken this route one time before and that was
during the day for this dude. It was the middle of the night.
It was like 2 a.m. so there was no moon.
The sky was overcast. So there was no light from the
stars or like anything from above.
And to make things even spookier it was a thick fog, all around
the place on the side of the streets as they were like in
forested lowlands, right? My man, slow two speeds remain
saved. It would be like 20 minutes for
him to like get to the on ramp and back onto the freeway and so
that he could get back to his Chateau de relaxo.
As he drove down these dark and scary roads.
This is Windows started to frost up, but it was weird because it
was June. He said that there was a low hum
coming from the outside of his car.
So we're right and the forested trees started to look like
Twisted figures. Just like there's like after you
take the hard stuff, my cousin Jay Grows things just change in
front of your eyes. I like this guy, the trees.
It's like they had arms and they were outstretched as if they
were trying to grab him and take him off the road, the hairs on
his arms and the hairs on the back of his neck started to
raise. Just like, when you take Jimmy's
good shit and you lay down in a field and you look at the
clouds, his mind started to make shapes and forms out of the fog
ahead as his headlights Woodcrest over each Hill, right?
Nervous. He switched on the radio, only
to find static. Station after station, there was
nothing White. So, he turned the knob up and
down the radial line switched from FM to AM station.
Turning fast at first, but then slowly and methodically.
He needed like something, anything just as a connection to
the outside world, like, like needing to maintain.
Now, in addition to this static, a very quiets metallic
scratching noise, began to be audible over the radio every
station, he passed that same noise.
Slowly growing in volume getting louder and louder.
He locked his doors looked at the cell phone that he had only
to find. He had no bars.
His eyes went from the road in front of him, to the radio, dial
the noise, getting louder and louder.
He struggled to find anything, any kind of signal to connect
him man, and then he looked up to see an animal like baïdir',
maybe that whipped in front of his headlights and then just
stop. It off into the distance.
He jerked the wheel to the side just missing Bambi, then he
thought to himself that had to be a deer, right?
It had to be a deer but it wasn't right man.
Jim you should will do that to you.
By the way, it it's good. But his heart was pounding,
adrenaline pumping. He struggled to get his car back
to the center of the road, he remembered that up ahead for a
few miles was an old dirt road. It was still on the mass but it
hadn't been maintained in decades for, you know, like
being so far off the main road and just as he turned onto that
dirt road is engine, started to sputter, the head lights started
to Flicker and even the radio So, it began to drop in and out.
Now, the last thing he wanted for was for his car to stall
out, it right here in the middle of nowheres Ville at.
And with this weird energy all around him, he continued to
search the radio for a signal that he anything, anything that
he could find the metallic sound growing faster and louder, as he
went back to the AM stations. Now, his headlights went dark
for a few moments. He pulled the knob in and out,
trying to get them to turn back on.
Now, he's safe, he's slow as car because he I troubles adjusting
to the total darkness. And finally on that fourth, pull
that came back on to his just about to miss that turns at the
dirt road, but he would have hit a treat.
He jerk the steering wheel just in time.
And finally, on that off-ramp to the dirt road.
He heard a voice on the am range.
A small distant signal. It was like Spanish or hell.
Maybe I'm like, Portuguese. By the way, we're chiggy shit
better than Jesus. It's looking good anyway, but
this guy he didn't speak the language.
But any voice, anything doesn't Matter the language, he felt
that connection, and just as that signal, got stronger, the
vehicle stopped sputtering, the metallic Screech, over the
radio, stopped altogether gone, the lights were fine, they
didn't flicker nothing and soon he was out of the shortcut.
He was clear. Ready to get onto the highwomen?
Way and minutes away from his cousin.
Arriving in home, obviously this guy couldn't fall asleep, he
was, he was wired man. So he got up, he searched his
book case because he remembered that there was one book that he
bought it years ago about the lore of the town like what the
history man and as he sat, he tried to take his mind off the
events. He's flipping Pages.
Then he finds a chapter One chapter about the row that he
was just on. Apparently for decades, Vehicles
would be found abandoned on the side of the road dead.
No sign of the drivers doors open.
Right purses and jackets and valuables.
Their stash has left alone always discovered by a locals.
Early in the morning sometimes like after a couple days.
So the local said that whenever weather conditions were just
right, there was no moon. There were no stars, that's that
pitch. Black with the fog worlds would
intertwine portals from our reality to others would open and
close and any car passing through would need a tether.
A signal, anything that would bind them to their own reality
before the portals closed. If they had that connection that
signal, they would pass through safe.
If not anything living in that car would be taken leaving only
the car itself to make it through.
The road was closed off a few years later and like a new
bypass was established to just avoid that area.
Boy, it's every so often on that new fancy bypass that just comes
close enough to that old dirt road people.
Swear their engine sputters their lights flicker and there
is a Like scratching noise over their radios.
Ha ha ha. How's that for a scary story
hat. Damn!
Give me some Goose Bumps 80! Wow!
That beats my hook on the handle story.
That was a story. They put in children's books,
and that wasn't even amongst the spookiest ones.
I remember a lot. Like, not, not even spoke.
This one's in that book. I just I like that one because
it's so spine tingly, right? Well, I liked it.
Not ghosts, not vampires or werewolves, just something
unknown and not recognizable. Whoa, very nicely done.
Okay. So now, how do we decide who
goes next? Oh, Patrick gets to choose since
his story was last. All righty.
Duck. Duck Zeke, you're next spooky
story. Um, right I got you.
Okay. Well, o menos and maybe some of,
you know to I do not like watching scary movies.
I've always loved me. Some old spooky stories in this
here. One takes place back to my
hometown state of Mississippi. I thought you were from
Tennessee common. Who's telling the story?
Oh sorry. Sorry Zeke and of them went.
So it is 1922 somewhere down south, which Navy and
experience, Mississippi in the summer months, hot and keep in
mind, just before air conditioning, it's takes place.
Whole Mississippi Delta and clocks there or my family's from
need to think about it. Yeah it was almost 100 years ago
almost exactly. Well my great-great uncle Josiah
Watkins with working his feet. He was a sharecropper room.
We raise Hogs. It was him.
My great-great. Aunt, Viola and their six.
Kids now life back in the 1920. Deep South u.s. is everything
you see in the movies and TV just smellier and on a farm with
hog in the summer heat, you talking about real thing, Bo
Home, barbecue, who can find people on man, can I get an
amen? Amen.
See, you know, So early August 1922 the height of the summer
heat, it's late in the day, and the family just sitting down to
supper and talk about what they did that day or love Little
House on the Prairie should happen.
Scuse my language eaten food that grow on their Farm or in
their Garden. There's a knock on the front
door. This is Farm country and no
house for five miles in direction to peel back then.
And just pop in, Those are fun though.
Is this hobo wait what's a hobo hobo Boa at ramp jump on the
road? Drifter bomb the Tommy nowadays
his home homeless oh oh okay I don't just never heard that term
before. Okay, where was I?
Alright Marik. So is this hobo says his name is
Ole rious. Elias, Allegra, he's been
traveling for a long long time. She saw The Farmhouse smell that
down home, cooking, he hopes, he can get a meal exchange for
doing some work on the farm. Uncle Josiah says, yeah, show by
always Cooks Monet, candy tin it out.
So Unk make some deal. Doesn't have to be heads over to
the Audubon mocks. It sweeps.
It slops the Hogs, you'll give him two big old turkey legs,
potatoes corn, and even promised to toss in a piece of blueberry
cobbler and says, you can sleep in the barn for the night.
And you can do that for gas tank to shake hands on, for the hobo
gets to work. My boy does a great job.
No slacking, no shortcut. He gets the bomb.
So clean to this day, if you pictures of it hanging up inside
of Better Homes and buying magazines all over.
The South. So it's back that Farmhouse job
with done tired. Really get some grub on and get
some that coplin. Need someone out to the shotgun
shells in the get all known as way.
Nothing for you. Here Uncle should hands on dear,
he committed himself, gave his word but oldest, I was always
known to be a lying little bitch.
Chasse Hustler. My great-uncle's on one side all
the same thing. Like my grandma be used to say Z
Cube. It's Not Gonna trust know why
cats don't give them no money, and don't pass them to play the
church. They make change.
Now and then alas about to go are going no scattergun,
especially no buckshots feeling and round.
It's for that gate, okay? Some cover the whole time, it's
best not try. Coming back later tonight either
he's gonna shoot first. No warning rice, which has said
gate and try to small gold pocket, knife, and cough
something on the fence saying I would never see him again.
Oh, that pecan. Mrs. But says he will get his
payment due and soon the on thing.
So the size stays up that night doesn't see any sign of the hobo
thinks he's scared him off. Good days go by without, no sign
of them in a week to sign his kids.
Continue working the farm, just as they always did, it's about
two weeks to start to notice odd things around nothing, big
obvious, first use just a little bit.
Nothing water from the well, it started taste of it off.
We've been harvested, so you're not only in the grains, make it
almost useless. The cows that kept the milk.
All stop producing sour and a few weeks later, he starts to
get interesting in a girl's room.
You see here, knocking on the walls all throughout the night,
the boys get woke up by hog screeching.
They got 51 Slaughter, big huge, dog prints in the dirt, all
around the pan. Friends family, even the local
Reverend when they come by say that house had been touched by
Old Scratch himself, ain't nothing.
Good taking place there, they had them.
A hoodoo curse on the house who do curse on the family, and
Uncle Josiah, and Aunt, Viola later that same month of Yola,
she takes to get real sick. It's the bearing a plane that
every time she calls, she coughed up some stones from my
great uncle. Nestor got kicked in the head of
the family. Horsemen wasn't Kim died right
there on the Spot. Crop start to wither nearby
family and church fans won't be remember the house for fear that
that who do spill my rub off on them too.
So time was coming up with Josiah.
Will he have to give the land on a his cover crop since I was
only sharecropper, he knew he wouldn't have enough to pay off
the owner and keep feeding his family.
Now, uncle Josiah well, calling the grandma be just side,
weren't no, man. God.
Turned his back on me old mate years ago.
I'm the only kids. And that's a different story.
They knew they believed praise. God would beg their daddy to
come with her. Uncle Josiah.
No, part of it. You wouldn't go.
No church. So there's a family was all
getting Church home. He goes up the dirt dry.
So it's looking this lecherous Fields trying to figure out how
to make everything work out. Well, yeah, I know certain times
he knew his in the shit while I'm sorry.
He turned to go back to the gate.
You know, the house we were members will highest did as he
left. You look down that gate posting
saw mess of carved symbols and whatnot.
I'm took out his own pocket. Knife, tried to scratch them
out, only to help them bleed snacking.
Having his head goes back to the house.
Get some paint tried to paint over it, but the paint won't
stick. Just drips down the post, the
grass below, making a hell of a mess.
Josiah starts to panic. Now, goes and gets himself.
A huge acts said rather make kinlan and rebuild his fence and
let some drift. A hobo who do man drive him out
on cliffs a tax and come down. That post the car was hard as he
could. Exploded like a cannon piece of
metal with all over the place, including into Uncle desires,
voted down the ground. There's do now.
Exhale still gripped in both hands tight.
Well they ought to bear. Just ahead.
The next day somehow managed to talk to Reverend acquired a
couple of deacons show up so they can make sure I don't get
too good Baptists and all but they're big ol hole in the back
house backfield with a big hole down there in reaching the good
book. Wow, sings this song.
He'd say words over and they pop.
The Story Goes that Niceville was just washing up after supper
comes a knock at the front door. Oh yeah.
It's don't think much of it. People family, or someone showed
up late? Well, wishes with food,
something like that. Well, it goes open.
The do ain't nobody there. My front porch, swing, which is
swinging back in both. She sees somebody left a note on
top, let me check gold pocket knife, hold me down.
She goes over there and sees her husband's name etched in the
handle, she was making up, read the note and it says old letters
debt, paid in full. Next day, you will have time.
So they saw man looked exactly like a rious talk on this old
boy Bobby just outside of clocks there.
Obviously, he was just two bits. Drink liquor used to play guitar
with Charlie. Parker I'm Bill Brown and local
bars, son house to. Hold up, hold up, you're telling
me Oh rious the guy who cursed your great uncle Josiah is the
same man who made a deal with Robert Johnson guitar player in
Mississippi at the crossroads. I thought the devil's Crossroads
wasn't Georgia, know. You're probably thinking that
song dipping Down to Georgia. Are you serious?
The devil wouldn't be caught dead in Georgia.
He detest speak on us more than anything on the planet things.
Don't have a place in pie let alone in any food.
As, for the crossroad story, that wasn't the morning story.
That was a demon Gemma racks and it wasn't even intentional that
he tricked Robert Johnson. Shamrocks, got wasted on local
moonshine and reefer. He stumbled into this local bar,
half out of it and some kid asked him to watch his guitar
while he went outside to take a leak, jemmy tuned it and by
doing so. The next human it new, picked it
up would have perfect pitch and Celestial Talent.
God goes without saying HR was pissed once it was reported
after that. Hmm, we all had to go through
training refresher courses, compliance and legal mandated no
booze or drugs would be allowed to be expense to corporate for
close to 40 years afterwards. Jennifer acts is a moronic
Trump, he shouldn't be celebrated at the crossroads.
Teenager be a cautionary Tale. Apologies.
Well, it kind of already is one, know a cautionary tale for us
demons. Not you hairless Apes.
Hey, don't go there. Oh my family still here, Debbie
demon Downer, you just hush up and be happy.
I'm letting you have company shit.
Excuse me. Okay.
Now I choose dr. Jennings, you're the new one
here. You think you're all for
sharing? Oh.
I am. Wow, I'm not sure I have
anything that could compete with your wonderful stories.
Oh, this isn't a competition doctor.
Gosh. Nobody's trying to outdo.
Anyone else? This is just well having fun.
Telling a good story. We just make them scary since
it's the midpoint of the winter season.
Well, that's not my story but I have one about something that
happened to my brother. Mother.
And he told me about it afterwards.
Awesome sauce. Awesome sauce it on us.
Go. All right, I'm I'm not great at
telling stories or anything, but that's okay.
He had some of the barbecue. Lawman cooked up today, for the
ball mill. He ain't much of a cook.
Here goes Well, so so this was back in the early 2000s.
I'm back. Well, he passed on a couple of
years after this. I'm sorry.
Anyway. So, he was with the US Marines
15th Marine Expeditionary Unit or just meu, Charlie 11.
They had established an air base at the end of 2001.
I think it was Southwest of the city of Kandahar, they named it
Camp. Rhino, their first forward
operating base in Afghanistan. The Marines and the Coalition
forces later moved North to the the local airport where they set
up a new forward operating base, but sorry, I'm I'm jumping too
far ahead. Anyway so um as he as Devon told
me they had been in the country for a few months now and word
had gotten out that the UN forces established a base in the
area. The local militia decided that
they were going to take some pot shots at the face.
Make sure the you I knew they were welcomed and then run
before being shot back at this took place six or seven times
that first month, always the same thing.
I've closed a few shots of the walls and the ideal it out, went
on for like a week or two. Devon has said the Marines had
sent out Scouts a few nights before things escalated to the
same town where the locals would flee back to the Marines wanted
to get familiar with it for when they had to search.
It aerial reconnaissance though could only tell you so much.
They found a spot a half mile out and watch from a high
Vantage Point. Getting a good look inside to
see what they could see. And through their field glasses.
He said the Scout saw was a smaller size Village every
night. The villagers would have a
communal meal near the center of the town.
And afterwards, the women would clean up and help keep the kids
occupied and the men would go a few more doors down and have
some tea and cookies, although the town was heavily populated
with men. Only a few dozen were younger
and carry weapons. So obviously, a hastily arranged
militia, they always have the same day They were teens though.
The older man in the boys would tend to the goats, they make
repairs to the buildings and the women would stay inside during
the day. Mostly.
And the guys, with the rifleman's would walk patrols
around the outside, but they didn't really have any regular
patterns, so they were kind of sloppy routes.
And after a few days of covert operation, the Scouts went back
to base and they reported all of that in after the eighth or
ninth time of these hit-and-run attacks happening.
The Marines did Hey, we gotta pursue these guys and give them
to stop or at the very least. Let the militia know that they
knew where they operated from and make them think twice about
continuing those attacks. So, once the boss is radioed in,
giving them permission to formally respond, they got the
order to head into the small village and conduct a routine
clearing Mission. They were to search for and
clear out any arms or materials that can be used for conflict,
the name of the village. ledge was so so it's late at night and
the Marines come in on foot from the desert leaving their
vehicles. A few miles out so well, they
didn't want anybody to see them. I'm my brother was in the lead
and they had found the main house or building or whatever
where the militia were held up. So they start to get ready to
kick in the door to search for guns.
They get the house around. They establish the perimeter
Squad teams get to their designated entry points and they
silently approached the community building and waited
for the word to move in. Once they got the word, they
entered the building to find. It was recently deserted One
meal still sat on the table. Hot tea was still steaming and
items were strewn everywhere. They searched around further and
they found a closet in the back with the wall cut out, and the
clay was removed to create an exit, through the walls and into
a hole that was dug out in the next room.
So it led down. Apparently, somehow the local
Warlords. Knew the Marines were coming.
There was an escape at Exit tunnel that ran back to another
structure. The Marines broke off into three
separate groups. They went house to house to
search for them. They weren't about to go through
the underground hand. Dug tunnels Devin said though,
that this was one of the worst situations that they could have
been in. They, they needed the element of
surprise. They, they needed to be able to
get in, get their objective done.
Get out before anybody can mobilize.
The fact that it was known the Marines were coming meant the
militia had time to prepare and they had time to get set up.
Although the Scout said each night was a communal dinner this
particular evening. They didn't see anybody.
The cooking fires have recently been put out all of the
buildings which have their doors and windows open in the past
evenings or now shuttered, the goats were in their pens moves,
not a sign of anybody to be found.
It was at that. Instant, my brother said he and
his team all pasta look to each other and They didn't have to
say it, but they knew that. They were in trouble, serious
trouble. My brother was on one of the
three fire teams within a squad. So each fire team had four
Marines and their squad leader. So 13 Marines and all nowhere
near enough to properly respond to any sort of Ambush over the
radio. Their Commander orders them to
pursue to find the local militia head and bring him in.
Securing weapons was no longer possible, but they couldn't go
back empty-handed and they needed Intel on how it was known
that they were even coming. That night, Devon said, he and
the three guys that were with him.
They went to one building, they got ready to enter.
They stacked up on each other. Gave the position is ready.
But Devon got this. Not quite butterfly but just
this sinking feeling and it's got that something wasn't right.
But he pushed that feeling down and because he knew he, he
needed to stay on the mission. He needed to keep his head in
the game and in the moment and he gave the signal that he would
kick in the door. And he started his 321
countdown. When his helmet radio went off
danger danger. He heard a costume hostiles
trap, he signaled the team to hold.
And then quietly back off the structure.
He had the fire team, pull back and find cover all while keeping
a watch on the building also standing guard.
A call comes over the radio that one of the other fire Tunes, had
secured the militia leader and even found the cache of weapons
that they originally wanted. They were loading the leader and
the weapons up and were instructed to regroup and get
out of town ASAP, it was right? Then that the building that my
brother and his Marines were watching explodes.
They kicked in that door or thrown in one of those flash
flash. Flash grenades.
Oh yeah. Flashbacks.
Those had they entered and started searching.
They would have been inside when the building had been set to
explode. So with one fire team finding
the militia leader, and none of the other Marines, being in the
building when it exploded, they were far enough away and there
were no villagers inside. Thankfully, nobody got injured
US Marines or Afghani villager during the mission debriefing.
Devon was asked how he knew opening the main door would have
sped up the countdown, timer, on the explosives that would have
take that would have killed his team and he said it was the
radio transmission. Everybody looked at each other
as fire team said, they hadn't heard anything over their radios
and they went back to the recordings of your mission logs.
There was nothing he said on those recordings you could hear
he and his Team Staffing at the door you could hear him.
Give the signal to prepare to breach and a few seconds later
you could hear Devin give the call to fall back but that voice
There was no recording of the voice, he heard.
It was a few days later, Devin got the official word through HQ
command, that our dad had passed away, he had suffered a heart
attack at her home in Minnesota. While he looked at the time, my
dad had passed away. He said it was the exact same
time. You receive that radio warning
in town, And after he thought back on it, he swore to the end
that it was our dad morning him, that it was his voice.
Man, that was some heavy stuff right there.
Well, that's that's the story and what a story.
I don't think you give yourself enough credit.
Dear, huh? Laughter.
Jimin's I for one believe that it was your pops.
I loved ones. The chicken on us from Heaven.
Watch out for us. That's why I believe.
At least I'd like to thank so Zeke.
Alright, then go get the, holy water and a hose going to get
all winners even Misty in that to.
Okay. Hmm.
Okay sweetie your turn. Wait what you were the one he
lost four is that it's on you that's the way I was kind of
worried. It was one side of a river.
Had his side of things. So tell me how big is it?
How big we talking about? Franklin.
All right, let's ease up on that.
Kind of language around the lady counselor, you drove all God's
going to fidget you gave him a bone dogs, going to chew it, you
smack a dog of the knows. He's going to feel so bad and
such a bad dog. But he's not, he's the best
time, but the sad thing when I am, I see, I don't we don't
Anything like that, dogs, really?
You already have a guy like an Amazon or decent ball gags of
rapes on the iPad Franklin. French maid outfit.
Okay my turn four-story, do Audrey, maybe a corrupt
politician. Oh that is the politician assume
the Corruptions. Just apply Franklin Franklin or
maybe a spreader bar better. That's Stretcher anything
Franklin for god sakes. There is a lady present and I'm
going to start carving crosses in my bullets.
Bass. Thank you.
But I think I can hold my own here.
Sorry, I'll stop. Tried to tell you long man.
Yeah I listen to you next time that'll be the day.
So this is a story I heard back in my early days as a deputy
Marshal, it came out of an official, Marshalls case File
from the West Coast office, and mckenley.
Ville outside of Eureka in Northern California.
I'm not sure. Exactly.
When only that, it was in the late 1970s, possibly early 80s,
The regional Marshal's office out of Sacramento.
Got word of The Fugitive. We've been looking for was
hiding out with an old friend in the wilderness outside of a town
called for Jones. He was spotted by a fire watch
Ranger who crossed paths with him and his buddy near his
lookout tower and Kalla math. National Forest.
The two are camping over the summer up in the mountains.
Once the ranger go back to his station and look to the mug
shots, they got every year from bolos, that's be on the lookout
reports, he recognized when the man And radioed into the Rangers
main office asking them to contact the Marshal Service.
So few days later to state officers a forest, ranger and
three, Deputy Marshals get to the fire Watchtower, they pour
over the maps of the region. Find out would be some of the
most likely camp sites as well as get updated all the grow
activities in the region. Grow, is that what I think it
is? You can grow?
Yep. That's what I thought it was
look good. Grow, you know, does it show?
Yes, the production of marijuana or cannabis.
Who's the late 1970s or early eighties?
And according to the first lady, at the time, everybody was
supposed to just say, no. Well, after night of researching
routes and landmarks that get a good meal in them.
Get some rack time and bed down for the search ahead.
The next morning, they say their goodbyes to the firewatch Ranger
and tell them no radio in if there's any problem they agree
on the trails that take and the order.
They'll visit each of the camping spots they anticipate
being out there. Therefore we can leave the come
back with their fugitive or empty-handed and start searching
elsewhere with that they headed out.
It was the last time anybody saw the six alive anyway.
In the investigation afterwards, the firewatch ranger said for
two or three days, a search party would check in regularly,
they call report their status multiple times daily, just to
update on progress or lack thereof.
See if there have been any additional sightings get weather
updates, where any word on approaching them.
They radioed in on day, 3 and reported, they had checked and
cleared the first for campsites, no signs of their man or anybody
else for that. It was really, really quiet
unusually for the height of camping season.
That evening as a firewatch ranger was updating his log
book. He said he heard a radio
crackle, no fall of contact, just that crackle.
Then a few minutes later, it happens again thinking it could
be the search team, he's walked out asking him for an update
after a few moments, they made contact.
Now the firewatch said their signal was weak, obviously,
wherever they were, it was at the limit of the transmitting
range. The groups that they had set up
camp an hour ago and heard something.
I'm off in the distance. Thought it might be a deer or
elk by the racket was being many.
They also thought it might be a black bear.
They didn't want to fire off their weapons, scared off or
fear of tipping, off the future of they, live in the area, they
said banging pots and yelling seem to work at first.
But whatever was out there just come back, 10 minutes later
getting more adventurous each time.
Well before they left on their search, the fire watch it, given
them each canisters of bear spring, tell them that it was
much. Affect the ward off the bear
than Firearms. He reminded them of this fact
told them to make sure their food was sealed in airtight
canister. So any animal would be drawn
into their Camp after brief back and forth.
The party said they were turning for the evening but would have a
standing watch that night to keep the fire going and make
sure whatever was out there, stayed out there.
After day for the daily check-in.
Slowed to once a day still at the extreme range.
Transmission say said they're nocturnal.
Visitors were now shadowing them paralleling their path from the
other side of the Ravine, they couldn't spot anything.
With binoculars do the dense forest, but they heard them
thinking it might be the fugitives.
They decide to split up three of the team went ahead for the
nocturnal visitors to continue to tail while the other three
hung back ready to make for the opposite side of the followers.
Once the three in the rear gave their walkie signal, they go for
a pincer maneuver closing, their trap, hoping to catch them in a
crossfire. It was, then they finally left
the range of transmission and ability to reach the fire.
Watch station. They were on their own now but
being the late 1970s, most likely there was no shortage of
mustaches in that group. So yeah, that going for After
day five, Nothing by watch station reported.
No for the contact, no more check-ins, no more updates.
No more requests on weather forecast, not a word.
The firewatch radio back to Cal math ranger's office and asked
how the other fire watch stations.
Try to make contact the regional ranges office was Central to the
other stations out in the forest.
They could get the word out quickly.
Maybe they were in range of one of the other stations and get
their update progress with them. Over the next few hours multiple
attempts were made by all stations, but with no results,
nobody heard from them, not a peep.
The first week went by and the group failed to return on their
scheduled date, the forestry service, waited, another 48
hours, and then call them in missing.
A massive search and rescue operation commenced the Marshal
Service, forestry service, state and local police.
Even the Army National Guard were called in to search for any
sign of the party even mind. Now, this is all before the
Advent of cell, phone's GPS, positioning satellite, phones
are Global reconnaissance and mapping satellites.
Other than my own horse a TV or on foot the best you could hope
for be a helicopter search. Two weeks go by and a radio
signal comes in for the reservist squats saying that
they had located. Remains so everybody converges
on their location and what they found.
Not getting too graphic here. The guard Squad had.
Found the fugitives campsite makeshift walls and put up a
fill trees and logs. It looks like The Fugitive in
his partner had built and reinforce a small Hideout built
themselves. A little makeshift fort in the
forest inside that Fort. They found the bodies.
The Fugitive his friend and sadly the search party of Law
Enforcement Officers, it opened pummeled and torn limb from
limb. Their campsite their defensive
Fort ransacked and damaged all their Farms have been completely
emptied. Including the ones that
fugitives, they've been hunting, all their mags empty.
There was empty shell casings, littered all over the ground
using metal detectors. They found rounds of and fired
into trees and logs in all directions.
I see this is the Arctic, one of the things they could never
understand is that none of the bodies had any bullet.
Whatever. They were firing at wasn't one
another. The party wasn't shooting at the
fugitives in the work vice versa.
Both groups had been altogether. Pitch black, whatever they were
firing that he was out there in the forest.
Other than the rescue Party Zone and those are the search party
and fugitives. No other prints could be found.
No tracks, no animals, no people, nothing A search is
several miles in all directions, didn't find anything unusual or
abnormal, no, signs that anybody or anything else had been in
that region. Yet for all the damage and
Carnage and National Guard who discovered something had
definitely been there. The next several years camping
was restricted in that region of the national forest.
Obviously the firewatch Rangers would sometimes report noises
coming from the distance late to the night and animal or animals
with sound Yelps and calling always far off.
Officially after all the investigations have been
completed. After all the autopsy and
medical examiner reports were filed, it was concluded. added
that all eight individuals had been mauled and killed by a
grizzly bear infected with rabies despite there being no
tracks signs of spores found nearby or that the California
grizzly went extinct in 1924 It was all quite add up and nobody
dared. Question, the official record So
what was it supposed to be that? That got them big foot,
hellions, 21, Jump Street, it's Richard Grieco, nobody knows.
Why do all your stories have to have ghouls or ghosts or the US
to be considered scary? Seriously, for someone like me,
who's seen all the things I've seen, if you really want to hear
about scaring and frightening, huh?
All right, I have one for you all.
Oh, here we go. Going to be how God is wrong.
And evil is good and all that nonsense.
Hey Zeke, come on now. This is supposed to be the night
of spooky and scary. Tales, what's the harm in
letting Franklin? Share his.
All right, I'm just telling you all now be prepared for some
bullshit anti lesson, how they know righteousness in this world
that tries to depress us all Zeke, man.
Play along duder. Finally, well, let's go.
Then send sniffer what you got. This takes place in 1984, San
Francisco. For those who weren't around for
my older stories. I possessed a guy, ten years
before. This story takes place a kid who
was in university to become a lawyer.
I stuck with him, took control when I wanted to and became one.
Megastar attorney up and down the West Coast licensed to
practice in California, Oregon, Nevada.
And Washington State there is no shortage of legal needs when you
lived through the 80s. Ha ha it really was Franklin's
time to shine. No.
Anyway, we get a call one morning around 4 a.m. from one
of our senior partners. He wants me to head down to the
Mission District to the city courthouse, where one of our
clients who has us on retainer was arrested some corporate
banking firm. SEO has been locked up and
called our 24 hour emergency line, they want me to get down
there and make sure his rights aren't violated and be there for
his bail hearing. So, I kicked the rodeo clown and
hook her out of bed, showered, all do glitter paste offense to
the Sheriff's Office in the court complex.
Sure enough. Mr. Big Shot Banker is cooling.
His Jets on a cot. Eight thousand dollar suit
looked all wrinkled and like he was sweating through it.
I get into an interview room, get him fresh clothes and have
decent food to eat. Get him calmed down so I can get
him to tell me what happened. Well, he tells me the night
before he attended a special event held at a penthouse for a
Hollywood film star. Their name isn't important but
believe me you've heard of them afterwards.
My client, and several of his less than reputable friends.
Go to a club. Well, not a club per se, but
let's just say you wouldn't find it listed in any phone book and
the preferred menu item at this club was Very underaged, that's
just sick. Now, I'm talking.
Young. I get his story out of him, how
he was there to indulge how he was fully aware of what he was
doing and had been doing for years and his friends were there
for around an hour before, their entertainment came out.
At this time, the police burst into serve a warrant turns out,
one of my clients, Associates flipped and started naming names
of my clients, being one of the bigger names on their list.
At the same time, they start to raid this Underground club, they
raid his office, his apartment at the Little House in the
country. He had thought he managed to
keep under the radar. They found enough Polaroid's
videos magazines and various other evidence where they pee
able to build a substantial case we go in front of the magistrate
that morning for bail proceedings.
Now, I get the guy bail, given no previous record at what I
told the court was obviously a smear job.
And illegal search based upon Highly Questionable methods bail
is granted. Of course, now client is holed
up in one of his residences on the Alameda.
Shore, Millions upon millions are spent on the defense of this
client researching our defense strategies.
The right payments are made to the proper people.
In power monies are paid to families of poor means to quiet
them. Get them to Simply go away,
reporters and news. Veterans are told by their
editors, Hours and Boards of directors to move on to the
stories, many out of fear, that they will be named in something
similar. My client, get some more than
lucrative package to retire from the firm he worked for to
include stock options, bonds and enough Commodities to run a
number of third world countries for decades.
Huh? In short?
He and his cronies pay to ensure, he never has to receive
Justice, despite the multitude of charges that would have had
him disappear from society forever.
He walked all Charges dismissed he of course is thankful to the
firm thankful to the partners and to me his defense lawyer who
helped him go free and you're proud of that.
What? Got scum of the earth.
A kid touch up free and safe from Justice.
Do you have to serve one day because he's Rich that right
there is evil. Demons are evil, evil
personified. But even we have rules Zeke.
One of the highest is that the innocent cannot be touched.
We cannot compel them. We cannot influence them or
tempt them. As long as they are children and
retain their innocence. We are forbidden from even
making an attempt, every demon, every imp, every Denizen of the
pit nose and Bay's that rule consequences for ignoring, it
are Beyond serious. Trust me this rule is never
broken. This person, however, this human
my client had no such compunction 's or regards for
innocence. So after his freedom is
purchased and Justice paid for, he decides to take a trip to
Cambodia, a trip to meet with his colleagues that were similar
appetite, meet them in a local club that catered to scum and
human trash like him meet with local providers.
Riders, if you will suppliers of these appetites, He went so far
as to notify our firm that he'd be out of the country and in the
event. Something might happen prepaid
for round-trip and hotel for me, just in case.
Well thankfully, I don't always require a plane to travel NASA,
former angel. I went against the throne and
well, that story is already. Well known for eons.
We took our anger and our Vengeance out against his most
beloved pets. You humans.
It fills a void and helps us cope but With our clients now,
mmm, something new began to manifest corruption wasn't
sufficient ruining him and wouldn't feel that's need.
We thrive on sin Feast on it. Relish it.
But with him, his actions, his appetites.
What I felt then in that moment. Was a new yearning that it
wasn't Justice, it wasn't vengeance.
Tribution for causing impurity. I found out, we got anyone who
was with a touch of sin Apartments removed from the
building, who is this? Fastest remove, went back
Tethered to it. A human body, it was easy around
and in temporary host who Magisto deed.
But you control the money exchange, it down over doors, he
may have been able to escape human justice, but he couldn't
is game. Do what you want to, at least it
for the strings. I'm ready to pop these trash.
It was more than it was even the age of the Goody Two-Shoes over
the world. Forgiveness, it happened over
the righteousness delivers. For the sins.
They themselves did not want to do.
For the innocence of our fastest, most to get creation to
go unpunished. the first ones a place, he said your sins, if you
find Keith actions, you want, Music Volume more than you
happy. You feel that boy, angels won't
steer to go is where I live with the bad guys.
That night. The papers said it was a club
fire blamed bad, wiring poor adherence to safety codes and
overcrowding. Oh, there was a fire.
All right Flames will cleanse everything without prejudice.
The truth, evil crimes, crops history, even evidence of a
demon Massacre of the disease. Did depraved human mind.
The local authorities set, the fire to cover up, what I had
done what Horrors, they saw delivered upon those pedophiles
and sinners still alive. When they were discovered, by
the way, with wounds and tortures, they adored hours
after I had left them, or They begged and pleaded to be killed
when the officers arrived. Once a monster, always a monster
monster Tell me Ezekiel all your spooky scary stories.
Each one of them requires a monster, a supernatural villain
or paranormal source to account for the atrocities done.
When evil villains and wicked recoil at the depravity from
those who Proclaim themselves. Righteous Proclaim themselves,
Heroes announce themselves. Pious a monster.
Tell me humans with what I shared with you, who truly
deserves the label monster. This is Brian Bradley.
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