October 16, 2022 • 35 mins
After conducting so many tours, your tour guides have noticed that the city of Nopeville has become...unruly. The residents are thirsty for tourists, and so, for your safety, we're having a lovely little campfire just on the outskirts of the city. We invite you to join us for some roasted marshmallows, and scary stories submitted by you, our tourists.
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Hello, everyone, Welcome back toour camp fire. It's been a really
long time, so you know,some shit's happening over in Noeville. Yep,
it's also spooky season. Yeah,the weather's cool maybe where you're at,
maybe certainly not where I'm at.Well, we're in front of a
fire, so yeah, it's beencooler at night, which I know is
the same for you too, Sothere's that. Yeah, But joining us
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around this lovely campfire. Next tome, I have Tim and someone who
wishes to be known anonymously as misterX because it's cool, cool dude stuff.
And next to me I have lovelytourists Rain and Michael and our resident
writer Aaron. But of course,let's go ahead and start with one of
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the reasons why we're not in thecity today, with a defunck report from
our wonderful, wonderful singular employee murmurEvents. Just ignore me. I'm over
here looking around in bewilderment after thewhole brad thing that you lost a Wendy
in a Susie with the fuck whichhe scratched out. Do you know what
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he's like to walk through a forestof impaled bodies looking for two that don't
look the part of villager. No, I don't know what it's like.
That's why it's your job. Yeah, exactly. I swear to the guy
upstairs. If the a holes alsoscratched out from corporate come a calling over
this, we will have more missingpeople. Oh we'll see. Maybe don't
threaten that inn a report corporate seesthese comments. I think I may have
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found them. I think they woreclothes that looked modern, but they wouldn't
speak, just babbled about bats andsteaks. So I sent them home.
He did attempt to redact something,but didn't do the best job. We
can still read it, Murmur,and he writes rudely, can we please
not suck at the next job,next tour? Kay? Thanks? Thanks
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yea then signed by Murmur. Completedon June twelve, twenty twenty. Because
it's been a hot minute since we'vebeen able to give these well, thanks
Murmur for nothing, I guess,thanks thanks Murmur. Well he found he
thinks, well, he found somebody, and he sent them home to their
families. So who knows m doppelgangers? He better hope he better hope not.
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We'll cover them eventually. Interesting,all right, we have some other
housekeeping to do later. No,not us, murmur. Okay, so
this next one is from Rain.Lovely Rain says, hey, Hi,
Hello, my name is Rain,and I maybe have a little short story
for your campfire episode. I'm prettyproud of it. Although the quality may
be a bit lower than some ofthe other amazing stories you received in the
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past, but whatever, I hadto shoot my shot. You know we
appreciate that. We do always shootyour shot. We love your stories,
love the podcast, Love you guys, and I hope you enjoy even if
it doesn't make it onto the episode. Well, congratulations, right, and
you've made it onto our campfire storymust be real. Inequality is great quality
as long as it's scrimming from youwonderful people. It's just my thoughts on
the idea of residual hauntings and spookyevents are playing over and over. Enjoy
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XO XO Rain, Fantastic xoxo.Back run bloody wildly pumps in your ears
every nervous screaming. There's no airin your lungs, but you can't stop
running. If you do, itwill catch you. It will torture you,
it will dissect you, it willeat you. It will kill you,
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and you can't die, not yet, so you keep running. There's
the dead tree, Jump over it. There's a big rock, Go around
it. Almost there, almost there, almost there, there, the big
cliff side. The wind howls.You try to take a breath. Crash
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still coming. Gotta wait, gottawait. Crash closer, crash closer,
crash. Here it is here,gray hair, gray skin, long limbs,
so many teeth, black eyes squinting, yellow teeth grinning. Here it
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comes a scream like no other,loud, shrill than nothing. You feel
blood dripped from your ears. Itsteps closer, You step back. It
steps closer, you step back.The wind blows your dirty hair. It
doesn't matter. It's almost over.Just a bit further. It steps forward,
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You step back, and your foothits nothing, weightlessness, no fear,
no pain, just freedom, butonly a moment, one sweet moment.
Then run munds really good, oneof those poems that just starts over
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again. It's cyclical. Yeah,that's really good. That gave me goose
bumps, and the way the monsterwas described kind of reminded me of a
When to Go. That was goodthough. I like that. Yeah,
that was well done. I don'twant to hear anything about it being poor
quality. That was fantastic. Keepthat up, all right. So this
next one come from Tim, whois actually speaking on behalf of a friend.
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Oh, I guess reached out tohim. He says, I came
home, pulled in the driveway likeusual, I made the same loop up
through the side driveway. Half throughthe loop, I saw a human shaped
esque head with what looked like blackpits for eyes. By the time I
parked the truck, I put twoand two together and realized that what I
thought I saw was a person.I jumped out the truck at full sprint,
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pumping more adrenaline than blood, gotin the house, yelling for my
grandmother and sister in law to staythe fuck inside. Zach, get the
shotgun and get the fuck outside.Someone's around the garage, And then parentheses
says I had a nine mill handgunand flashlight. My brother had a twelve
good shotgun. No. Well,note this all took place and maybe under
a minute at most. When weand my brother went outside, we made
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our way up to the place Isaw what I thought was a person.
When we got roughly fifty feet orfifteen meters, I told him to hold
his spot, and I moved furtherleft till I was roughly forty feet twelve
meters. My brother fired a slugin the direction of where we believed the
thing was. But this is theodd part. Me and him both heard
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nothing. I only heard him rackthe shotgun nothing else. If you've ever
been in the middle of nowhere andfired a gun, you hear animals scatter,
or hear the slug hit trees,brush, or hear whatever my brother
hit dropped. But that's the thing. There was nothing, nothing, ran,
no sound. After a moment ortwo, we searched the immediate area
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and around the house. Found nothing, no tracks, no areas where it
would have been kneeling or laying.What's really confusing is whatever it was,
in order to not be seen,it had to run at least two hundred
feet up an incline and over threeditches, which all were at least three
to four feet and five feet deep, in under a minute. Nothing I
know of can move that fast.In the southeast of the US. Friends
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I talked to say a skin walker, but those are mostly out west with
Navajo and other Western tribes. Yeah, another said when Togo, But I
don't think it would be that,because if it was, why would I
be alive. It's also not SouthernUnited States. Yeah, yeah, right,
most people who encounter them don't reallysurvive or remain sane. None of
us can figure out what it was, So if anyone knows, please tell
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me. Did it? Riguru?Louisiana's kind of like Tennessee, Tennessee.
What do we know in Tennessee?Do we know any cryptids in Tennessee?
So, yeah, just a prefacewhere Tennessee came from foras wondering. It
was in the subject line of ouremail, so it says speaking Tennessee ghosts
or cryptid. Well, if anybodyknows of any Tennessee cryptids, let us
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know. We'll investigate, not thisspecific instance in person or anything. No,
thank you, good, but youknow, via research on the internets.
Not screepy though, Yeah yeah,no, thanks all right. This
next one is from Michael. Thesubject of this is weird hoole. He
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says, this isn't the spookiest storyyou've ever heard, but it is a
weird one. My mom's family isfrom Mississippi and they own a small farm
down there. When I was akid, I would go visit them during
the summers. It was really coolto go from the city to such a
rural place, at least for ashort time. They live in Crowder,
Mississippi, which is like sixty milessouth of Memphis, kind of in the
northwest corner of the state. Mygrandparents owned a decent amount of land.
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I don't remember the exact amount,but it seemed to never end as a
kid. A bunch of it wasused for farming, but there was a
lot of forest land. I loveexploring those woods as a kid. Apparently
on this land was part of abigger plantation back in the eighteen hundreds and
was owned by some wealthy guy whoowned slaves. He wasn't really all that
good to them from what I've heard, I mean, have or any of
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them really right? That's probably trueat a lot of plantations. Yes,
my grandparent's portion of the land isa little bit famous in Crowder because of
what happened to one of the slaves. The story goes that one day a
slave tried to run away because hewas tired of being mistreated. The plantation
owner and his men chased him downand drug him back to the property by
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his ankles. Oh jeez. Whenthey got back, it was really late
at night, but the owner madeall the slaves wake up and come inside.
I think the guy who ran awaywas viewed as kind of a leader
or was maybe really popular with theother slaves or something like that. Anyway,
the owner makes them all come outsideand watch as he punishes a runaway
slave cheese. That's horrible. Thedude was already hurt pretty bad from being
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drugged by his ankles behind a horse, but the owner wanted to make a
point, I guess, and beaton him for a while. Eventually,
he decided to make an example ofthis man and had him hung in front
of everyone. The story goes thatthe slave was hung just inches off the
ground so his toes could scrape thedirt, but he couldn't stand cheese.
Even more tortuous, This poor guyfights as best as he could to get
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some air, but eventually dies.Just a really mean way to kill someone.
Where things get weird is the storyis his wife. Our girlfriend was
involved in witchcraft or voodoo or somethinglike that, and she got really mad,
of course, and put a curseon the land. The curse was
that no one would ever forget theway her man was killed. That night
it worked. See there's this onetree, a really big tree, on
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my grandparent's land that's supposed to bethe tree where this guy was hanged.
You can even find the exact spotwhere he died because there's a hole there
that can't be filled in. Thecurse caused this hole to appear where his
toes were touching the ground. It'snot a huge hole, but it's almost
two feet deep and pretty close toa perfect circle. My grandpa has tried
to fill it in with dirt,rocks, sand, and even concrete,
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but the next day the hole's there, with all the dirt or whatever in
a pile next to the hole.When I was down there as a kid
one year, I asked to tryagain, and then my grandparents let me
sleep outside next to the hole becauseit wasn't far from the house. Oh,
he's doing some scientific search there.I was actually wondering this was going
to be questions I would ask afterwards. I'm glad you're answering them now.
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Yep. I wanted to watch thewhole dig itself. Nothing happened all night.
When I went back inside eat somebreakfast, my grandpa laughed and told
me to go check on the holeafter I eat. When I went out
there, all the dirt was ina pile and the hole was back.
I had stayed up all night anddidn't get to see it unfilled. My
grandpa laughed because he said he's triedto watch a bunch of times too,
and the hole doesn't come back untilhe leaves. The legends say the same
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thing that the plantation owner noticed thehole the next day and tried to fill
it a bunch of times, butit never worked. Eventually, he got
some strange disease and died almost ayear to the day that he killed that
slave good. I remember asking mygrandpa to put a camera on the hole
once, but he just shook hishead and said, if that hole wants
to be there, he's not goingto get in the way. I know,
if it was my land, i'dwant to see what's really happening.
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That whole outlasted the plantation owner,and it looks like it will outlast my
grandparents and probably me. I meanprobably dam that's yeah. I would just
say let it be, because youdon't want to get whatever disease the guy
had. Like at the same time, you can't say that. It's not
telling you to want to see itexactly, and it's why be ghost hunt
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exactly Like I don't want I don'twant to lingering attachment, but I also
want to know things. I don'twant to be part of that. That's
sure. I don't want to diecycle. Yeah, I don't want to
put any bad juju on anything,like I would agree with grand the Grandpa
just let it be. You don'twant any bad juju. But we go
ghost hunting. We do stuff toprotect ourselves. Do we do enough?
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Because we definitely have. I havesomething in my house. You've always had
something in your house, though,how do you know it's something new?
But I don't know if it's theonly one. Now, Oh well,
I need your dowsing rods, okayor my own AnyWho? Thank you,
Michael. Yeah, that was agood story. I enjoyed that all right.
Next, we have mister X.From like the third to sixth grade,
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I had a best friend who livedjust down the street for me.
We used to hang out all thetime, sometimes for days on end during
the summer. For some reason,though I never slept over at his house,
he stayed at my house a lot, which was fun, but I
honestly wanted to stay at his housesometimes, but the answer from his parents
was always no. I never gota reason why, and my friend never
tried to offer a reason. Lookingback, he would always change the subject.
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My parents suggested that his parents werejust really private and that they may
feel strange having another child sleep intheir house. I get that, but
why could we play all day athis house even when they were at work.
But my parents said not to berude about it, so I didn't
push the issue. Then one dayit happened my parents had to go down
to Florida for a funeral for severaldays and I couldn't go. I think
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it was during the school years andthey didn't want me to miss so many
days. Whatever the reason, Icouldn't go, and they had to find
someone to watch me. Because Iwas only eleven or twelve at the time.
My parents managed to arrange to havemy old babysitter comes day the night
with me, which normally would bereally embarrassing except she was seventeen and really
really pretty. But there was oneproblem. She couldn't watch me the last
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night my parents would be gone.Since this was a family member who died.
None of our nearby family could watchme that one night, and my
parents other friends all happened to bebusy that night too, so I convinced
my dad to ask my friend's parentsif I could spend the night over at
his house, and they agreed.I was so happy. The big day
came and I was so excited tofinally sleep at my friend's house. From
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the moment I arrived, however,something was off. It's like the vibe
was totally different. I couldn't putmy finger on it. As his mom
was still really sweet to me andhis dad was still really fun, but
something wasn't right. But I didn'tcare. We were going to play with
all of his toys and read allof his comic books all night. Bedtime
finally rolls around and we have togo to sleep. His parents were unusually
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strict about that. No lights on, no reading, no talking straight to
sleep. I was a good kid, so I did what I was told,
but thought it was odd for howcool his parents normally were. I
slept in a sleeping bag on thefloor while my buddy slept in his bed.
Well, I tried to sleep.I was still on a bit of
a high from all the fun wehad been having. My friend passed out
immediately, so I laid there onthe floor trying to make myself sleepy.
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What's that like, I just goto sleep exactly My husband does that,
he as as soon as his headhits the pillow, knocked out. It
takes me at least like half anhour to go through all my intrusive thoughts
and all the embarrassing moments from whenI was in third grade, Like I
wish I knew what it was liketo just call right. After a while,
I started hearing weird music coming fromthe direction of his parents room.
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My brain goes to porn music.I'm sorry, Yeah, I'm like,
where are we going with this?So it's scary in another way, it's
another thing that makes you say nope. It took me a while to figure
out it was gospel music or somethinglike it. Oh, it was weird,
but I knew they went to churchand had lots of crosses everywhere in
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the house, so I thought thatmaybe it was a normal thing for a
really religious family. Something about themusic made me relax, and I fell
asleep not long after I first heardit. Then it started. Now I
started having the worst nightmares I hadever had, or have had since.
They are still burned into my memory. And these weren't the types of nightmares
a kid has. These were dark, evil even. I dreamt of naked
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people killing or sacrificing a baby ina black room lit only on candles.
Damn. Then I was dreaming aboutmen and women wearing black and red robes
dancing in the dark in the woods. The one that really stuck with me
and scared me the most was aboutmy friend. He was a vampire,
and I saw him stabbing a classmatein the neck and drinking her blood,
then looking at me gesturing for meto partake. No thanks, They were
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not that cool. That dream wokedme up. I was shaking. I
was so scared I wanted to cry, and I remember I was covered in
a cold sweat. It was horrible. I didn't know what time it was,
but it seemed much darker outside andI couldn't hear the music anymore,
so I assumed, and everyone wasasleep. I tried the best to calm
down, but I couldn't. Everypart of me was terrified of my friend.
I knew, I knew he wasa monster. My rational mind tried
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to convince me I was being anidiot, but my instincts were on fire.
I would have walked home that instantif I could have interesting. But
it's like the certainty that dreams giveyou, Like when you know you have
a dream about your partner lying toyou or doing something that kissed you off.
Yeah, and then you wake up, wake up, and you're so
mad at them from green and you'rejust like you cheated on me, and
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it just doesn't go away. AsI tried to beat back the panic,
I heard my friend's bed creek.Oh god. I looked over and all
of a sudden, he was sittingup in his bed. His eyes were
closed, that he was sitting straightup with his legs straight out in front
of him. No, no,no, I bolted up immediately at seeing
this and backed against the wall.I didn't think I could have looked away
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from my friend for all the moneyor girls in the world. Then,
with his eyes closed, he turnedand looked directly at me and started speaking
in some weird language. It soundedlike Latin to my young mind. Whatever
it was, it scared the hellout of me. Yeah, I didn't
want to scream. I didn't wantto attract his attention any more than I
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already had. I also felt likeshowing fear would be the worst thing I
could do, but I was akid. I tried to hold it together,
but I started crying, not sobbing, just tears rolling down my cheeks,
but still crying. Once I startedcrying, my friend smiled with his
eyes closed. Yeah. He continuedto stare at me from behind his closed
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eyelids and speak that ghoulish sounding gibberish, and I continued to get more scared
and cry more. Then he turnedhis whole body towards me and smiled the
most evil grin I've ever seen.The clown from it had nothing on this
smile. I screamed. I couldn'thelp it, but I screamed as loud
as my lungs would scream. Iforced my way back from my friend along
the wall to get away from him. No, he wasn't my friend at
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this point. He was something horrible, a personification of all the terrible things
the world had to offer, wrappedup in this little eighty pound body.
I screamed and sobbed. What wastransfixed by this living nightmare? I was
trapped with Suddenly, his door openedand his dad burst through, looking like
he was ready to fight someone.Instead of coming to my rescue, his
dad ran to the bed and startedshaking my friend, telling him to wake
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up. After a few moments,he did, and he looked around the
room as if he had never beenthere in his life. He then seemed
to gain some clarity and asked hisdad if he had been sleepwalking again.
His mom came in a few momentslater and knelt down next to me,
trying to comfort me. She explainedthat my friend would sleepwalk regularly and would
do strange things while he was inthat state. She eventually got me calm
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back down, but I knew Iwouldn't sleep another wink. That night,
the dad got my friend calm downtoo, as he was upset that he
had upset me. Once order wasgenerally restored with the parents went back to
bed. I remember his mom gaveme a hug and a kiss on the
forehead. I stayed sitting against thewall watching my friend as the adults left.
Once they were gone, my friendlooked back at me and said,
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and I remember every word to thisday quote, I'm really sorry I scared
you. I didn't mean to,but you shouldn't be scared. It really
feels pretty good if you go alongwith it. What the actual fuck,
that's what crossed my mind. Yes, my friend rolled over and was back
asleep in minutes. Meanwhile, Iwaited decades for the sun to come up,
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and as soon as I heard hisparents moving around, I packed my
things and went home over their protests. My parents got home around lunchtime that
day, and I immediately told themwhat happened. Later that night, my
dad told me he spoke with myfriend's dad and he tried to explain to
me that my friend has nights wherehe would sleep walk and do strange things.
I didn't care. I was done. I never went over to my
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friend's house again after that. Asan adult now, I know that it
probably was some form of sleepwalking,but I still get chills thinking about those
horrible dreams followed by his demonic grinmost scared I've ever been in my life.
Without question. See, for me, the thing is okay, yeah,
maybe he had some sort of sleepdisorder with sleepwalking or I don't night
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terror or something like that. Butthe fact that when he was fully awake
and conscious, he said you'll likeit if you go along with it,
like he wasn't asleep at that point, never to follow this person having had
a dream where their friend was avampire, yeah, and trying to get
them to drink the blood with them, Like there's there's something there's sinking up
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there that's not supposed to sink up, Like we've never had the same nightmares
or anything when we sleep together,when we're doing stuff. That's none of
that sounds right, But we knowwhat we mean. I said what I
said. Ah, yeah, thatdoesn't make it sound better. What doesn't.
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Yeah, that was properly terrifying.That's creepy. Whenever I have a
nightmare and you're in it, it'slike you and I running away from something
together, same or me trying tosave you or something like that. It's
not you ever being anything malevolent.So same here. I don't know,
m interesting all right? So ournext one is from our resident writer,
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Aaron, and this one is afictional story. It's called The Island Love.
Adam sighed deeply as he leaned overthe balcony railing to stare at the
setting sun over the ocean while hereflected upon the day it had been ten
years since he came to live onthe island of Hollow Haven to be with
his wife Iris. Living here hasbeen a sort of a dream for Adam.
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After finishing medical school, Adam triedworking in a few hospitals, but
the rules imposed were too strict forhis tastes. Adam wanted to have the
ability to relate to his patients,not just set their broken bones. Adam
Scrimpton say to open his clinic.Iris contributed to the funds as much as
possible too. Adam at Iris ata party a mutual friend was having twelve
years ago, and they hit itoff immediately. They started dating a few
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months later. After they ran intoeach other more at random places like the
grocery store. They were married acouple of years later, while Adam was
still an intern and had shared manylaughs and tears since. The couple bought
a small villa in the neighboring clinicon the Hollow Haven in the small town
of Fratmel last year and abonded withthe islanders well. Adam had stumbled home
from the clinic late this evening.It had been a rough day full of
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strange events. The trouble began rightwhen the clinic opened. First was Missus
Whittaker, who came in for herappointment and calmly explained how her husband was
a demon and needed to die.Adam discreetly notified the police, who detained
the widow, but Adam was alittle unnerved. Mister Gosler was a wrect
during his exam, jumping at hisshadow and murmuring to himself. Every patient
he had seemed agitated, dissociated,disturbed, or violent, in the case
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of mister Gouldram. Taking one lastdeep breath, Adam recomposed himself and went
inside to join Iris for dinner.As the couple ate their meal of roast
beef, mashed potatoes, and asparagusand sipped their red wine, they shared
stories from the day. Adam relatedthe oddness of his day while keeping the
name simimself because Hippa Yop, Imust say it was a strangely difficult day,
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Adam said, as he took anothersip. The market was a bit
of a zoo too. I sawMiss Petile and Miss Caroline fighting over a
melon. Iris recalled, maybe ithas something to do with the full moon.
I have no idea, but itlooked like it was going to storm
when I was on the terrace earlier. I'm going to bed. Are you
going to join me? Adam inquiredwith a sly smile. Iris rose and
followed her husband to bed. Thecouple fell into a deep slumber until a
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soft voice rang out in Adam's dreams, rousing him from sleep. A sharp
crack of thunder and the patter ofrain against the window was all he heard
until he noticed a shadow in theshape of a little girl with a ponytail
creeping along the bedroom wall. Adam, Adam, beware, Adam, the
voice called out in a twinkling whisper. They're coming for you. The shadow
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retraced its path back out of thebedroom as Adam carefully got out of bed
so he wouldn't wake his sleeping wife, and quickly found a baseball bat in
the hall closet. Standing guard bythe front door, Adam waited in the
dark for what seemed like an eternity. When the door swung open, two
snarling men crossed the threshold, sniffingthe air. Adam quickly clocked the first
one, causing the unknown assailant todrop to the floor and an object he
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was holding to clink against the floorin the darkness. The second one snarled
in an animalistic fashion as he lungedforward to attack. Adam was able to
dodge at the last moment, butit caused him to be off balance and
he fell to the floor hard.Looking up in terror, Adam saw he
had no chance of escaping his assailantand only had one solution to fall back
on. The snarling man jumped andlanded on Adam's feet as Adam had planned,
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as the doctor launched the sick manthrough the terrace glass and sent him
screaming over the edge of the cliffsbelow. What's going on? What's happening?
Iris stumbled from the bedroom, sinchingher bathrobe close. She came flipping
on a light. She gasped inhorror. What's Bob doing here? Iris
looked at her husband for answers ashe climbed to his feet. I was
awoken by a moonlight shadow, amessenger of death and misfortune. It warned
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me that someone was coming for me, but I didn't want to disturb you
if I was wrong. That's reallyconsiderate. Hey, hey, babe,
I saw this weird, creepy shadow, but I didn't want to wake you
up, so I'm just gonna dealwith it on my own. But like
if you couldn't have handled it now, she has no mourner. Yes,
Adam sank into an armchair as hecontinued. Bob came in first and I
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hit him with a bat. Hisfriend attacked me. We got into a
physical scuffle and he went over thebalcony. I don't know what's going on,
but I think Bob might be ableto fill in some details. Adam
went to the closet and produced alength of rope long enough to secure Bob's
feet and hands to a chair.Once satisfied, Adam went to his bag
and retrieved a small pouch of smellingsalts honestly back to where Bob was tied
up. He spotted a bit ofmetal sticking out from under the couch.
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After retrieving it, he promptly wavedthe smelling salts under Bob's nose. The
man stir discussed on his face ashe regained consciousness. What's going on?
Then? Why am I tied tothis chair? Bob strained against the ropes
and rocked the chair. You knowwhy, Bob, Adam growled, I
want to know why you broke intomy house? And who your friend was?
Also, what's the deal with thishorseshoe? Adam tassau shaped metal at
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Bob's feet. Bob stopped struggling andstared at Adam. What do you mean?
Who my friend was? What didyou do to Frank? The fear
was growing in Bob's voice. Heseemed suddenly concerned with his fate. Frank
went over the balcony after he triedto kill me. Adam sneered coldly,
Now answer me, damn it?What was your purpose here tonight? Bob
fell silent, his face void ofall emotion as he stared at the horseshoe.
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After a moment, he raised hishead, a haunted look in his
eyes. The horseshoe is my luckyitem obviously didn't work as advertised. Why
don't you ask your wife why wecame? Adam looked at Bob and shock,
and turned to look at Iris intime to see her smash a vase
against his head with a scream ofrage. Stunned, Adam dodge and blocked
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the floory of attacks that followed asbest as he could, and somehow managed
to restrain her from behind. Spottinga roll of duct tape sitting on an
end table. Adam grabbed it andquickly bound Iris's hands behind her back,
before pushing her to sit on thecouch. Now one of you had better
start telling me what's going on here, Adam huffed. Iris glared at Adam
and Bob. Why the hell didyou shift the attention to me? Bob,
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I could have had him, Shesnarled, what's the matter, Frank's
dead? Bob sobbed, tears runningdown his face. Enough, Adam bellowed,
tell me what's going on now.Iris turned to Adam a strange smile
on her face. You're supposed tobe part of our meal this evening.
I carefully tended to you all thistime. Her face distorted into rage and
discuss as she spat. Then youhad to go and ruin it by waking
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up. The Great Harvest only takesplace once every ten years, and you
ruined it. Adam shook his headin disbelief. All right, then,
time to go. Flipping Iris overhis shoulder, he paused to stare at
Bob. You can stay here,I'm sure someone will be along. Eventually,
Adam went straight to his dark bluetruck, put Iris in the passenger
seat, and then climbed in behindthe wheel. Where we go a nice
cabin in the woods, Iris snarched, Or maybe a vacation to a far
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off mountain on the mainland. We'regoing to Triblow. The hospital there has
an MRI machine, and I canuse it to find out what's wrong with
you. I don't know if Iwould put somebody who's trying to kill me
in the passenger seat of my car. Yeah, not in the front seat.
Maybe the trunk or back seat,but not yet. Yeah, if
it her hands abound exactly, trunkit is, Iris smirked as she looked
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out the window. Look, dear, the neighbors are enjoying themselves. Are
you sure you won't just surrender yourselfto be part of the harvest. I'm
not going to justify that with ananswer, Adam replied, as they drove
past four people tearing into someone whohad tried to run. What the hell
is this harvest thing? Anyway?The harvest keeps us human. Legend tells
us that our ancestors made a pactwith some long forgotten god. Every ten
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years, we must harvest people outsideof our bloodlines and eat them. Refusing
to do so, turns our brainsto mush, and we become little more
than animals, looking only to fillthe void with flesh. Ten years to
continue our bloodlines, and to traina little one to continue the harvest.
Ten years to gain the trust ofour prey. We learned from the mistakes
that Donner party made and learned toapprove our trapping skills over time. I
don't know if the origins are true, but the brain to much thing is
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true. You saw Frank did heseem to know what was happening? He
opted out of the last hunt.He was fine for a week and then
became more and more agitated. Wehad to lock him up and feed him
scraps. This harvest was hopefully goingto redeem him. Irish rolled her head
to stare at Adam with venomous hatred. You had to mess it all up.
You're sicker than I thought, allof you. But we're almost there.
Adam turned to the parking lot ofthe hospital and quickly found a parking
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stall. Adam went inside the doorsto grab a wheelchair and put Iris in
the chair, pushing her inside tofind a nurse. The waiting room was
a zoo, people screaming and yellinglike they were disgruntled inmates of a psychiatric
hospital of the eighteen hundreds. Adamrushed forth to help an orderly calm a
patient down and didn't notice Irish standingup. She rushed forward and sank her
teeth into Adam's shoulder. He managedto twist around enough to push her away.
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It would have been easier if youhad just stayed asleep. Irish shrugged
as Adam was tackled and buried underamount of writhing bodies, trying to get
a taste of his flesh. Irishremoved the tape from her wrist using a
torn soda can and went to finda bite of something to eat. She
would need her strength and wits toset out into the world again to find
another poor soul to toy with beforethey became dinner. M Oh, no,
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poor Adam. Adam doesn't survive.Oh, not all stories have happy
endings. Jen, You know this. He did so well, kinda.
He made some mistakes that led tohis demise. That is true. Like
if you if you're driving down thestreet and you see people eating each other.
I don't know if I want togo to somewhere as public as a
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hospital I would probably like kick Irishout and then just drive away. Yeah,
just kick her out of the truckand just book it. Just do
what I did it on one bloodmoon in seven days and just keep driving
until the night's over. Oh,that was a good one. That was
good. Oh, it's been nicedoing this again. It's been entirely way
too long. We would love tokeep doing this monthly. If we get
enough stories coming to our way.All you gotta do they send them to
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our email at no fil podcast atgmail dot com. Just put campfire stories
up on the subject line so weknow that that's what it is. Or
you can even go to our website, no filpodcast dot com and use the
submission for them to do that inthe contact us section and we would appreciate
that. That'd be fantastic. Whichhas been a pleasure being back just in
time for spooky season. We'll catchyou all on the next actual tour.
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Yeah. Bye,
Hello, everyone, Welcome back toour camp fire. It's been a really
long time, so you know,some shit's happening over in Noeville. Yep,
it's also spooky season. Yeah,the weather's cool maybe where you're at,
maybe certainly not where I'm at.Well, we're in front of a
fire, so yeah, it's beencooler at night, which I know is
the same for you too, Sothere's that. Yeah, But joining us
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around this lovely campfire. Next tome, I have Tim and someone who
wishes to be known anonymously as misterX because it's cool, cool dude stuff.
And next to me I have lovelytourists Rain and Michael and our resident
writer Aaron. But of course,let's go ahead and start with one of
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the reasons why we're not in thecity today, with a defunck report from
our wonderful, wonderful singular employee murmurEvents. Just ignore me. I'm over
here looking around in bewilderment after thewhole brad thing that you lost a Wendy
in a Susie with the fuck whichhe scratched out. Do you know what
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he's like to walk through a forestof impaled bodies looking for two that don't
look the part of villager. No, I don't know what it's like.
That's why it's your job. Yeah, exactly. I swear to the guy
upstairs. If the a holes alsoscratched out from corporate come a calling over
this, we will have more missingpeople. Oh we'll see. Maybe don't
threaten that inn a report corporate seesthese comments. I think I may have
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found them. I think they woreclothes that looked modern, but they wouldn't
speak, just babbled about bats andsteaks. So I sent them home.
He did attempt to redact something,but didn't do the best job. We
can still read it, Murmur,and he writes rudely, can we please
not suck at the next job,next tour? Kay? Thanks? Thanks
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yea then signed by Murmur. Completedon June twelve, twenty twenty. Because
it's been a hot minute since we'vebeen able to give these well, thanks
Murmur for nothing, I guess,thanks thanks Murmur. Well he found he
thinks, well, he found somebody, and he sent them home to their
families. So who knows m doppelgangers? He better hope he better hope not.
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We'll cover them eventually. Interesting,all right, we have some other
housekeeping to do later. No,not us, murmur. Okay, so
this next one is from Rain.Lovely Rain says, hey, Hi,
Hello, my name is Rain,and I maybe have a little short story
for your campfire episode. I'm prettyproud of it. Although the quality may
be a bit lower than some ofthe other amazing stories you received in the
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past, but whatever, I hadto shoot my shot. You know we
appreciate that. We do always shootyour shot. We love your stories,
love the podcast, Love you guys, and I hope you enjoy even if
it doesn't make it onto the episode. Well, congratulations, right, and
you've made it onto our campfire storymust be real. Inequality is great quality
as long as it's scrimming from youwonderful people. It's just my thoughts on
the idea of residual hauntings and spookyevents are playing over and over. Enjoy
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XO XO Rain, Fantastic xoxo.Back run bloody wildly pumps in your ears
every nervous screaming. There's no airin your lungs, but you can't stop
running. If you do, itwill catch you. It will torture you,
it will dissect you, it willeat you. It will kill you,
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and you can't die, not yet, so you keep running. There's
the dead tree, Jump over it. There's a big rock, Go around
it. Almost there, almost there, almost there, there, the big
cliff side. The wind howls.You try to take a breath. Crash
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still coming. Gotta wait, gottawait. Crash closer, crash closer,
crash. Here it is here,gray hair, gray skin, long limbs,
so many teeth, black eyes squinting, yellow teeth grinning. Here it
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comes a scream like no other,loud, shrill than nothing. You feel
blood dripped from your ears. Itsteps closer, You step back. It
steps closer, you step back.The wind blows your dirty hair. It
doesn't matter. It's almost over.Just a bit further. It steps forward,
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You step back, and your foothits nothing, weightlessness, no fear,
no pain, just freedom, butonly a moment, one sweet moment.
Then run munds really good, oneof those poems that just starts over
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again. It's cyclical. Yeah,that's really good. That gave me goose
bumps, and the way the monsterwas described kind of reminded me of a
When to Go. That was goodthough. I like that. Yeah,
that was well done. I don'twant to hear anything about it being poor
quality. That was fantastic. Keepthat up, all right. So this
next one come from Tim, whois actually speaking on behalf of a friend.
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Oh, I guess reached out tohim. He says, I came
home, pulled in the driveway likeusual, I made the same loop up
through the side driveway. Half throughthe loop, I saw a human shaped
esque head with what looked like blackpits for eyes. By the time I
parked the truck, I put twoand two together and realized that what I
thought I saw was a person.I jumped out the truck at full sprint,
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pumping more adrenaline than blood, gotin the house, yelling for my
grandmother and sister in law to staythe fuck inside. Zach, get the
shotgun and get the fuck outside.Someone's around the garage, And then parentheses
says I had a nine mill handgunand flashlight. My brother had a twelve
good shotgun. No. Well,note this all took place and maybe under
a minute at most. When weand my brother went outside, we made
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our way up to the place Isaw what I thought was a person.
When we got roughly fifty feet orfifteen meters, I told him to hold
his spot, and I moved furtherleft till I was roughly forty feet twelve
meters. My brother fired a slugin the direction of where we believed the
thing was. But this is theodd part. Me and him both heard
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nothing. I only heard him rackthe shotgun nothing else. If you've ever
been in the middle of nowhere andfired a gun, you hear animals scatter,
or hear the slug hit trees,brush, or hear whatever my brother
hit dropped. But that's the thing. There was nothing, nothing, ran,
no sound. After a moment ortwo, we searched the immediate area
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and around the house. Found nothing, no tracks, no areas where it
would have been kneeling or laying.What's really confusing is whatever it was,
in order to not be seen,it had to run at least two hundred
feet up an incline and over threeditches, which all were at least three
to four feet and five feet deep, in under a minute. Nothing I
know of can move that fast.In the southeast of the US. Friends
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I talked to say a skin walker, but those are mostly out west with
Navajo and other Western tribes. Yeah, another said when Togo, But I
don't think it would be that,because if it was, why would I
be alive. It's also not SouthernUnited States. Yeah, yeah, right,
most people who encounter them don't reallysurvive or remain sane. None of
us can figure out what it was, So if anyone knows, please tell
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me. Did it? Riguru?Louisiana's kind of like Tennessee, Tennessee.
What do we know in Tennessee?Do we know any cryptids in Tennessee?
So, yeah, just a prefacewhere Tennessee came from foras wondering. It
was in the subject line of ouremail, so it says speaking Tennessee ghosts
or cryptid. Well, if anybodyknows of any Tennessee cryptids, let us
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know. We'll investigate, not thisspecific instance in person or anything. No,
thank you, good, but youknow, via research on the internets.
Not screepy though, Yeah yeah,no, thanks all right. This
next one is from Michael. Thesubject of this is weird hoole. He
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says, this isn't the spookiest storyyou've ever heard, but it is a
weird one. My mom's family isfrom Mississippi and they own a small farm
down there. When I was akid, I would go visit them during
the summers. It was really coolto go from the city to such a
rural place, at least for ashort time. They live in Crowder,
Mississippi, which is like sixty milessouth of Memphis, kind of in the
northwest corner of the state. Mygrandparents owned a decent amount of land.
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I don't remember the exact amount,but it seemed to never end as a
kid. A bunch of it wasused for farming, but there was a
lot of forest land. I loveexploring those woods as a kid. Apparently
on this land was part of abigger plantation back in the eighteen hundreds and
was owned by some wealthy guy whoowned slaves. He wasn't really all that
good to them from what I've heard, I mean, have or any of
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them really right? That's probably trueat a lot of plantations. Yes,
my grandparent's portion of the land isa little bit famous in Crowder because of
what happened to one of the slaves. The story goes that one day a
slave tried to run away because hewas tired of being mistreated. The plantation
owner and his men chased him downand drug him back to the property by
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his ankles. Oh jeez. Whenthey got back, it was really late
at night, but the owner madeall the slaves wake up and come inside.
I think the guy who ran awaywas viewed as kind of a leader
or was maybe really popular with theother slaves or something like that. Anyway,
the owner makes them all come outsideand watch as he punishes a runaway
slave cheese. That's horrible. Thedude was already hurt pretty bad from being
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drugged by his ankles behind a horse, but the owner wanted to make a
point, I guess, and beaton him for a while. Eventually,
he decided to make an example ofthis man and had him hung in front
of everyone. The story goes thatthe slave was hung just inches off the
ground so his toes could scrape thedirt, but he couldn't stand cheese.
Even more tortuous, This poor guyfights as best as he could to get
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some air, but eventually dies.Just a really mean way to kill someone.
Where things get weird is the storyis his wife. Our girlfriend was
involved in witchcraft or voodoo or somethinglike that, and she got really mad,
of course, and put a curseon the land. The curse was
that no one would ever forget theway her man was killed. That night
it worked. See there's this onetree, a really big tree, on
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my grandparent's land that's supposed to bethe tree where this guy was hanged.
You can even find the exact spotwhere he died because there's a hole there
that can't be filled in. Thecurse caused this hole to appear where his
toes were touching the ground. It'snot a huge hole, but it's almost
two feet deep and pretty close toa perfect circle. My grandpa has tried
to fill it in with dirt,rocks, sand, and even concrete,
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but the next day the hole's there, with all the dirt or whatever in
a pile next to the hole.When I was down there as a kid
one year, I asked to tryagain, and then my grandparents let me
sleep outside next to the hole becauseit wasn't far from the house. Oh,
he's doing some scientific search there.I was actually wondering this was going
to be questions I would ask afterwards. I'm glad you're answering them now.
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Yep. I wanted to watch thewhole dig itself. Nothing happened all night.
When I went back inside eat somebreakfast, my grandpa laughed and told
me to go check on the holeafter I eat. When I went out
there, all the dirt was ina pile and the hole was back.
I had stayed up all night anddidn't get to see it unfilled. My
grandpa laughed because he said he's triedto watch a bunch of times too,
and the hole doesn't come back untilhe leaves. The legends say the same
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thing that the plantation owner noticed thehole the next day and tried to fill
it a bunch of times, butit never worked. Eventually, he got
some strange disease and died almost ayear to the day that he killed that
slave good. I remember asking mygrandpa to put a camera on the hole
once, but he just shook hishead and said, if that hole wants
to be there, he's not goingto get in the way. I know,
if it was my land, i'dwant to see what's really happening.
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That whole outlasted the plantation owner,and it looks like it will outlast my
grandparents and probably me. I meanprobably dam that's yeah. I would just
say let it be, because youdon't want to get whatever disease the guy
had. Like at the same time, you can't say that. It's not
telling you to want to see itexactly, and it's why be ghost hunt
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exactly Like I don't want I don'twant to lingering attachment, but I also
want to know things. I don'twant to be part of that. That's
sure. I don't want to diecycle. Yeah, I don't want to
put any bad juju on anything,like I would agree with grand the Grandpa
just let it be. You don'twant any bad juju. But we go
ghost hunting. We do stuff toprotect ourselves. Do we do enough?
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Because we definitely have. I havesomething in my house. You've always had
something in your house, though,how do you know it's something new?
But I don't know if it's theonly one. Now, Oh well,
I need your dowsing rods, okayor my own AnyWho? Thank you,
Michael. Yeah, that was agood story. I enjoyed that all right.
Next, we have mister X.From like the third to sixth grade,
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I had a best friend who livedjust down the street for me.
We used to hang out all thetime, sometimes for days on end during
the summer. For some reason,though I never slept over at his house,
he stayed at my house a lot, which was fun, but I
honestly wanted to stay at his housesometimes, but the answer from his parents
was always no. I never gota reason why, and my friend never
tried to offer a reason. Lookingback, he would always change the subject.
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My parents suggested that his parents werejust really private and that they may
feel strange having another child sleep intheir house. I get that, but
why could we play all day athis house even when they were at work.
But my parents said not to berude about it, so I didn't
push the issue. Then one dayit happened my parents had to go down
to Florida for a funeral for severaldays and I couldn't go. I think
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it was during the school years andthey didn't want me to miss so many
days. Whatever the reason, Icouldn't go, and they had to find
someone to watch me. Because Iwas only eleven or twelve at the time.
My parents managed to arrange to havemy old babysitter comes day the night
with me, which normally would bereally embarrassing except she was seventeen and really
really pretty. But there was oneproblem. She couldn't watch me the last
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night my parents would be gone.Since this was a family member who died.
None of our nearby family could watchme that one night, and my
parents other friends all happened to bebusy that night too, so I convinced
my dad to ask my friend's parentsif I could spend the night over at
his house, and they agreed.I was so happy. The big day
came and I was so excited tofinally sleep at my friend's house. From
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the moment I arrived, however,something was off. It's like the vibe
was totally different. I couldn't putmy finger on it. As his mom
was still really sweet to me andhis dad was still really fun, but
something wasn't right. But I didn'tcare. We were going to play with
all of his toys and read allof his comic books all night. Bedtime
finally rolls around and we have togo to sleep. His parents were unusually
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strict about that. No lights on, no reading, no talking straight to
sleep. I was a good kid, so I did what I was told,
but thought it was odd for howcool his parents normally were. I
slept in a sleeping bag on thefloor while my buddy slept in his bed.
Well, I tried to sleep.I was still on a bit of
a high from all the fun wehad been having. My friend passed out
immediately, so I laid there onthe floor trying to make myself sleepy.
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What's that like, I just goto sleep exactly My husband does that,
he as as soon as his headhits the pillow, knocked out. It
takes me at least like half anhour to go through all my intrusive thoughts
and all the embarrassing moments from whenI was in third grade, Like I
wish I knew what it was liketo just call right. After a while,
I started hearing weird music coming fromthe direction of his parents room.
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My brain goes to porn music.I'm sorry, Yeah, I'm like,
where are we going with this?So it's scary in another way, it's
another thing that makes you say nope. It took me a while to figure
out it was gospel music or somethinglike it. Oh, it was weird,
but I knew they went to churchand had lots of crosses everywhere in
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the house, so I thought thatmaybe it was a normal thing for a
really religious family. Something about themusic made me relax, and I fell
asleep not long after I first heardit. Then it started. Now I
started having the worst nightmares I hadever had, or have had since.
They are still burned into my memory. And these weren't the types of nightmares
a kid has. These were dark, evil even. I dreamt of naked
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people killing or sacrificing a baby ina black room lit only on candles.
Damn. Then I was dreaming aboutmen and women wearing black and red robes
dancing in the dark in the woods. The one that really stuck with me
and scared me the most was aboutmy friend. He was a vampire,
and I saw him stabbing a classmatein the neck and drinking her blood,
then looking at me gesturing for meto partake. No thanks, They were
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not that cool. That dream wokedme up. I was shaking. I
was so scared I wanted to cry, and I remember I was covered in
a cold sweat. It was horrible. I didn't know what time it was,
but it seemed much darker outside andI couldn't hear the music anymore,
so I assumed, and everyone wasasleep. I tried the best to calm
down, but I couldn't. Everypart of me was terrified of my friend.
I knew, I knew he wasa monster. My rational mind tried
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to convince me I was being anidiot, but my instincts were on fire.
I would have walked home that instantif I could have interesting. But
it's like the certainty that dreams giveyou, Like when you know you have
a dream about your partner lying toyou or doing something that kissed you off.
Yeah, and then you wake up, wake up, and you're so
mad at them from green and you'rejust like you cheated on me, and
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it just doesn't go away. AsI tried to beat back the panic,
I heard my friend's bed creek.Oh god. I looked over and all
of a sudden, he was sittingup in his bed. His eyes were
closed, that he was sitting straightup with his legs straight out in front
of him. No, no,no, I bolted up immediately at seeing
this and backed against the wall.I didn't think I could have looked away
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from my friend for all the moneyor girls in the world. Then,
with his eyes closed, he turnedand looked directly at me and started speaking
in some weird language. It soundedlike Latin to my young mind. Whatever
it was, it scared the hellout of me. Yeah, I didn't
want to scream. I didn't wantto attract his attention any more than I
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already had. I also felt likeshowing fear would be the worst thing I
could do, but I was akid. I tried to hold it together,
but I started crying, not sobbing, just tears rolling down my cheeks,
but still crying. Once I startedcrying, my friend smiled with his
eyes closed. Yeah. He continuedto stare at me from behind his closed
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eyelids and speak that ghoulish sounding gibberish, and I continued to get more scared
and cry more. Then he turnedhis whole body towards me and smiled the
most evil grin I've ever seen.The clown from it had nothing on this
smile. I screamed. I couldn'thelp it, but I screamed as loud
as my lungs would scream. Iforced my way back from my friend along
the wall to get away from him. No, he wasn't my friend at
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this point. He was something horrible, a personification of all the terrible things
the world had to offer, wrappedup in this little eighty pound body.
I screamed and sobbed. What wastransfixed by this living nightmare? I was
trapped with Suddenly, his door openedand his dad burst through, looking like
he was ready to fight someone.Instead of coming to my rescue, his
dad ran to the bed and startedshaking my friend, telling him to wake
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up. After a few moments,he did, and he looked around the
room as if he had never beenthere in his life. He then seemed
to gain some clarity and asked hisdad if he had been sleepwalking again.
His mom came in a few momentslater and knelt down next to me,
trying to comfort me. She explainedthat my friend would sleepwalk regularly and would
do strange things while he was inthat state. She eventually got me calm
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back down, but I knew Iwouldn't sleep another wink. That night,
the dad got my friend calm downtoo, as he was upset that he
had upset me. Once order wasgenerally restored with the parents went back to
bed. I remember his mom gaveme a hug and a kiss on the
forehead. I stayed sitting against thewall watching my friend as the adults left.
Once they were gone, my friendlooked back at me and said,
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and I remember every word to thisday quote, I'm really sorry I scared
you. I didn't mean to,but you shouldn't be scared. It really
feels pretty good if you go alongwith it. What the actual fuck,
that's what crossed my mind. Yes, my friend rolled over and was back
asleep in minutes. Meanwhile, Iwaited decades for the sun to come up,
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and as soon as I heard hisparents moving around, I packed my
things and went home over their protests. My parents got home around lunchtime that
day, and I immediately told themwhat happened. Later that night, my
dad told me he spoke with myfriend's dad and he tried to explain to
me that my friend has nights wherehe would sleep walk and do strange things.
I didn't care. I was done. I never went over to my
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friend's house again after that. Asan adult now, I know that it
probably was some form of sleepwalking,but I still get chills thinking about those
horrible dreams followed by his demonic grinmost scared I've ever been in my life.
Without question. See, for me, the thing is okay, yeah,
maybe he had some sort of sleepdisorder with sleepwalking or I don't night
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terror or something like that. Butthe fact that when he was fully awake
and conscious, he said you'll likeit if you go along with it,
like he wasn't asleep at that point, never to follow this person having had
a dream where their friend was avampire, yeah, and trying to get
them to drink the blood with them, Like there's there's something there's sinking up
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there that's not supposed to sink up, Like we've never had the same nightmares
or anything when we sleep together,when we're doing stuff. That's none of
that sounds right, But we knowwhat we mean. I said what I
said. Ah, yeah, thatdoesn't make it sound better. What doesn't.
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Yeah, that was properly terrifying.That's creepy. Whenever I have a
nightmare and you're in it, it'slike you and I running away from something
together, same or me trying tosave you or something like that. It's
not you ever being anything malevolent.So same here. I don't know,
m interesting all right? So ournext one is from our resident writer,
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Aaron, and this one is afictional story. It's called The Island Love.
Adam sighed deeply as he leaned overthe balcony railing to stare at the
setting sun over the ocean while hereflected upon the day it had been ten
years since he came to live onthe island of Hollow Haven to be with
his wife Iris. Living here hasbeen a sort of a dream for Adam.
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After finishing medical school, Adam triedworking in a few hospitals, but
the rules imposed were too strict forhis tastes. Adam wanted to have the
ability to relate to his patients,not just set their broken bones. Adam
Scrimpton say to open his clinic.Iris contributed to the funds as much as
possible too. Adam at Iris ata party a mutual friend was having twelve
years ago, and they hit itoff immediately. They started dating a few
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months later. After they ran intoeach other more at random places like the
grocery store. They were married acouple of years later, while Adam was
still an intern and had shared manylaughs and tears since. The couple bought
a small villa in the neighboring clinicon the Hollow Haven in the small town
of Fratmel last year and abonded withthe islanders well. Adam had stumbled home
from the clinic late this evening.It had been a rough day full of
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strange events. The trouble began rightwhen the clinic opened. First was Missus
Whittaker, who came in for herappointment and calmly explained how her husband was
a demon and needed to die.Adam discreetly notified the police, who detained
the widow, but Adam was alittle unnerved. Mister Gosler was a wrect
during his exam, jumping at hisshadow and murmuring to himself. Every patient
he had seemed agitated, dissociated,disturbed, or violent, in the case
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of mister Gouldram. Taking one lastdeep breath, Adam recomposed himself and went
inside to join Iris for dinner.As the couple ate their meal of roast
beef, mashed potatoes, and asparagusand sipped their red wine, they shared
stories from the day. Adam relatedthe oddness of his day while keeping the
name simimself because Hippa Yop, Imust say it was a strangely difficult day,
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Adam said, as he took anothersip. The market was a bit
of a zoo too. I sawMiss Petile and Miss Caroline fighting over a
melon. Iris recalled, maybe ithas something to do with the full moon.
I have no idea, but itlooked like it was going to storm
when I was on the terrace earlier. I'm going to bed. Are you
going to join me? Adam inquiredwith a sly smile. Iris rose and
followed her husband to bed. Thecouple fell into a deep slumber until a
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soft voice rang out in Adam's dreams, rousing him from sleep. A sharp
crack of thunder and the patter ofrain against the window was all he heard
until he noticed a shadow in theshape of a little girl with a ponytail
creeping along the bedroom wall. Adam, Adam, beware, Adam, the
voice called out in a twinkling whisper. They're coming for you. The shadow
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retraced its path back out of thebedroom as Adam carefully got out of bed
so he wouldn't wake his sleeping wife, and quickly found a baseball bat in
the hall closet. Standing guard bythe front door, Adam waited in the
dark for what seemed like an eternity. When the door swung open, two
snarling men crossed the threshold, sniffingthe air. Adam quickly clocked the first
one, causing the unknown assailant todrop to the floor and an object he
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was holding to clink against the floorin the darkness. The second one snarled
in an animalistic fashion as he lungedforward to attack. Adam was able to
dodge at the last moment, butit caused him to be off balance and
he fell to the floor hard.Looking up in terror, Adam saw he
had no chance of escaping his assailantand only had one solution to fall back
on. The snarling man jumped andlanded on Adam's feet as Adam had planned,
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as the doctor launched the sick manthrough the terrace glass and sent him
screaming over the edge of the cliffsbelow. What's going on? What's happening?
Iris stumbled from the bedroom, sinchingher bathrobe close. She came flipping
on a light. She gasped inhorror. What's Bob doing here? Iris
looked at her husband for answers ashe climbed to his feet. I was
awoken by a moonlight shadow, amessenger of death and misfortune. It warned
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me that someone was coming for me, but I didn't want to disturb you
if I was wrong. That's reallyconsiderate. Hey, hey, babe,
I saw this weird, creepy shadow, but I didn't want to wake you
up, so I'm just gonna dealwith it on my own. But like
if you couldn't have handled it now, she has no mourner. Yes,
Adam sank into an armchair as hecontinued. Bob came in first and I
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hit him with a bat. Hisfriend attacked me. We got into a
physical scuffle and he went over thebalcony. I don't know what's going on,
but I think Bob might be ableto fill in some details. Adam
went to the closet and produced alength of rope long enough to secure Bob's
feet and hands to a chair.Once satisfied, Adam went to his bag
and retrieved a small pouch of smellingsalts honestly back to where Bob was tied
up. He spotted a bit ofmetal sticking out from under the couch.
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After retrieving it, he promptly wavedthe smelling salts under Bob's nose. The
man stir discussed on his face ashe regained consciousness. What's going on?
Then? Why am I tied tothis chair? Bob strained against the ropes
and rocked the chair. You knowwhy, Bob, Adam growled, I
want to know why you broke intomy house? And who your friend was?
Also, what's the deal with thishorseshoe? Adam tassau shaped metal at
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Bob's feet. Bob stopped struggling andstared at Adam. What do you mean?
Who my friend was? What didyou do to Frank? The fear
was growing in Bob's voice. Heseemed suddenly concerned with his fate. Frank
went over the balcony after he triedto kill me. Adam sneered coldly,
Now answer me, damn it?What was your purpose here tonight? Bob
fell silent, his face void ofall emotion as he stared at the horseshoe.
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After a moment, he raised hishead, a haunted look in his
eyes. The horseshoe is my luckyitem obviously didn't work as advertised. Why
don't you ask your wife why wecame? Adam looked at Bob and shock,
and turned to look at Iris intime to see her smash a vase
against his head with a scream ofrage. Stunned, Adam dodge and blocked
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the floory of attacks that followed asbest as he could, and somehow managed
to restrain her from behind. Spottinga roll of duct tape sitting on an
end table. Adam grabbed it andquickly bound Iris's hands behind her back,
before pushing her to sit on thecouch. Now one of you had better
start telling me what's going on here, Adam huffed. Iris glared at Adam
and Bob. Why the hell didyou shift the attention to me? Bob,
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I could have had him, Shesnarled, what's the matter, Frank's
dead? Bob sobbed, tears runningdown his face. Enough, Adam bellowed,
tell me what's going on now.Iris turned to Adam a strange smile
on her face. You're supposed tobe part of our meal this evening.
I carefully tended to you all thistime. Her face distorted into rage and
discuss as she spat. Then youhad to go and ruin it by waking
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up. The Great Harvest only takesplace once every ten years, and you
ruined it. Adam shook his headin disbelief. All right, then,
time to go. Flipping Iris overhis shoulder, he paused to stare at
Bob. You can stay here,I'm sure someone will be along. Eventually,
Adam went straight to his dark bluetruck, put Iris in the passenger
seat, and then climbed in behindthe wheel. Where we go a nice
cabin in the woods, Iris snarched, Or maybe a vacation to a far
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off mountain on the mainland. We'regoing to Triblow. The hospital there has
an MRI machine, and I canuse it to find out what's wrong with
you. I don't know if Iwould put somebody who's trying to kill me
in the passenger seat of my car. Yeah, not in the front seat.
Maybe the trunk or back seat,but not yet. Yeah, if
it her hands abound exactly, trunkit is, Iris smirked as she looked
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out the window. Look, dear, the neighbors are enjoying themselves. Are
you sure you won't just surrender yourselfto be part of the harvest. I'm
not going to justify that with ananswer, Adam replied, as they drove
past four people tearing into someone whohad tried to run. What the hell
is this harvest thing? Anyway?The harvest keeps us human. Legend tells
us that our ancestors made a pactwith some long forgotten god. Every ten
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years, we must harvest people outsideof our bloodlines and eat them. Refusing
to do so, turns our brainsto mush, and we become little more
than animals, looking only to fillthe void with flesh. Ten years to
continue our bloodlines, and to traina little one to continue the harvest.
Ten years to gain the trust ofour prey. We learned from the mistakes
that Donner party made and learned toapprove our trapping skills over time. I
don't know if the origins are true, but the brain to much thing is
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true. You saw Frank did heseem to know what was happening? He
opted out of the last hunt.He was fine for a week and then
became more and more agitated. Wehad to lock him up and feed him
scraps. This harvest was hopefully goingto redeem him. Irish rolled her head
to stare at Adam with venomous hatred. You had to mess it all up.
You're sicker than I thought, allof you. But we're almost there.
Adam turned to the parking lot ofthe hospital and quickly found a parking
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stall. Adam went inside the doorsto grab a wheelchair and put Iris in
the chair, pushing her inside tofind a nurse. The waiting room was
a zoo, people screaming and yellinglike they were disgruntled inmates of a psychiatric
hospital of the eighteen hundreds. Adamrushed forth to help an orderly calm a
patient down and didn't notice Irish standingup. She rushed forward and sank her
teeth into Adam's shoulder. He managedto twist around enough to push her away.
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It would have been easier if youhad just stayed asleep. Irish shrugged
as Adam was tackled and buried underamount of writhing bodies, trying to get
a taste of his flesh. Irishremoved the tape from her wrist using a
torn soda can and went to finda bite of something to eat. She
would need her strength and wits toset out into the world again to find
another poor soul to toy with beforethey became dinner. M Oh, no,
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poor Adam. Adam doesn't survive.Oh, not all stories have happy
endings. Jen, You know this. He did so well, kinda.
He made some mistakes that led tohis demise. That is true. Like
if you if you're driving down thestreet and you see people eating each other.
I don't know if I want togo to somewhere as public as a
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hospital I would probably like kick Irishout and then just drive away. Yeah,
just kick her out of the truckand just book it. Just do
what I did it on one bloodmoon in seven days and just keep driving
until the night's over. Oh,that was a good one. That was
good. Oh, it's been nicedoing this again. It's been entirely way
too long. We would love tokeep doing this monthly. If we get
enough stories coming to our way.All you gotta do they send them to
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our email at no fil podcast atgmail dot com. Just put campfire stories
up on the subject line so weknow that that's what it is. Or
you can even go to our website, no filpodcast dot com and use the
submission for them to do that inthe contact us section and we would appreciate
that. That'd be fantastic. Whichhas been a pleasure being back just in
time for spooky season. We'll catchyou all on the next actual tour.
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Yeah. Bye,
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