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Hey, welcome to Scary Stories and Rain, the podcast where
relaxation meets terror. I'm very excited to share that
on February 11th, 2026, my very first feature film will be in
theaters across the United States, with the UK release
right after and the rest of the world to follow.
The film is called Gale Yellow Brick Road, a dark reimagining
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of The Wizard of Oz. If you've ever seen The Wizard
of Oz and if you're a horror fan, this is one that you will
not want to miss. And you can be sure this is not
a musical. Mark your calendars February
11th Gale Yellow Brick Road. Also don't forget that I have
two other podcasts, scary Stories and Fire and scary
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stories after dark. You can find the links to both
in the description of this episode.
Please give them a follow. And if you're not following this
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And in the description of this episode, you can also find the
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proof of the giveaways. With that being said, thank you
so much for being here and I really hope you enjoy this
episode. You might be able to describe 17
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year old David Faraday as the All American boy.
David was clean cut, a good student, and a member of the Boy
Scouts of America. It was also apparently something
of a moral arbiter, having once confronted a dealer outside of
his high school when the man hadapparently been attempting to
peddle to members of the studentbody.
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After threatening to inform the police, the dealer was said
never to have hung around the high school again.
And although by today's standards we might consider this
to be so-called snitch behavior,David was clearly simply trying
to protect his fellow students from something he was concerned
would affect their academic performance.
He was a good person with a goodheart, and almost all of what he
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did came from a place of love. But like many boys his age,
David found himself increasinglyinterested in the fairer sex.
And there was one particular young lady that caught his
attention over all others. Betty Lou Jensen was 16, a year
younger than David, but she was incredibly popular and her
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reputation as a charming, well mannered young lady preceded
her. She was also a very talented
artist who took a great deal of interest in all things created.
It was at a local youth functionthat David got the chance to
talk to Betty Lou, and his affection for her seemed to be
entirely reciprocated. Betty Lou shared a great deal
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with him and even invited him tovisit her after school so that
he could walk her home. After a few weeks of wholesome
teenage dating, something of a relationship began to blossom
between the two bright eyed young people.
But all was not entirely well, as there was another boy who had
his eye on Betty Lou, one who was not about to let David have
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her all to himself. He squared up to David when the
young man was waiting outside ofBetty Lou's high school, and
although the confrontation didn't become physical, some
pretty harsh insults were exchanged and David was warned
to stay away from Betty Lou. Other boys might have been
deterred by such a display of possessiveness and aggression,
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but not David. He was determined to secure his
place as the only boy in Betty Lou's life.
And so, one afternoon on their way home from school, David
asked Betty if she would like togo on a date with him.
Their first date. And to his absolute elation,
Betty Lou said yes. David racked his brains for a
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solid first aid idea and given that it was late December,
decided that a great way to capture that festive romantic
spirit would be to take Betty Lou to a local Christmas event.
And being the gentleman that he was, he made a promise to her
parents to have her back home by11:00 PM at the very latest.
Rumor has it that David and Betty were planning on attending
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the Christmas themed party with a few other local high school
students. But perhaps this was simply a
cover to reassure the young girl's parents.
Because what we know for certainis that they ended up driving
over to Lake Herman Rd. in David's Rambler station wagon,
parking it up in quite a well known spot that was known to
many as Lovers Lane. The whole appeal of the spot
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near Lake Herman is that it was quiet and unfrequented by
members of the public, hence whyyoung couples might use it to
gain some privacy for certain unsavory activities.
But it wasn't just infatuated lovebirds who noted the location
seclusion because someone else wished to take advantage of the
isolation for something that wasconsiderably more malicious.
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At some point during their stay up on Lovers Lane, David and
Betty Lou noticed another car pull into the spot, one that
parked up alongside them before turning its lights off.
At first, David and Betty were worried it was the cops come to
arrest them for committing lewd acts in public.
But as they peered through the darkness to study the vehicle
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next to them, it became increasingly obvious that it was
not, in fact, the police. All the young couple could do
was watch, growing increasingly scared as the shadowy silhouette
in the front seat stayed state, still staring at them through
the passenger window. Betty Lou told David she was
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spooked and asked him to see if he could get the person to
leave. But unlike previous encounters
where David's bravery had shown through when confronted with a
source of maliciousness, he too was far too frightened to do
anything. But as he prepared to start up
the Ramblers engine so he could drive Betty Lou out of there,
the driver of the other vehicle got out and approached David's
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side of the Rambler. David was transfixed, frozen in
fear like a deer in a car's headlights.
But when he saw the mysterious stranger pull out a weapon and
aim it at his window, his flightresponse kicked into gear.
Betty threw open the passenger side door, throwing herself from
the Rambler before David following suit.
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But neither of them was fast enough to outrun a bullet.
The stranger fired once through the roof of the Rambler, then
sprinted around the back to fireanother shot at David through
the vehicle's rear window. Both shots hit the young man,
and he crawled along the ground near the station wagon's back
wheel on the passenger side, trying and failing to escape.
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Betty Lou, however, began to Sprint away through the darkness
as the first shots were fired. But the stranger was fast.
He took aim and fired five shotsat the right side of her back,
each bullet striking her torso before she fell and she lay
dying in the darkness. The killer turned his attention
back to David, pointing the pistol towards his head and
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pulling the trigger one last time, sending a bullet crashing
into his skull just behind his left ear.
Apparently, the killer then simply got back into his car and
drove away into the night. Sometime later, someone who
drove past the spot on Lovers lane must have seen the bodies
lying in the dirt and then rushed to call the police.
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David was still breathing when they arrived on scene, but was
completely unresponsive and was dead on arrival when he was
finally taken to a nearby hospital for treatment.
The double homicide stunned and horrified the local community,
and rumors abounded that there was a crazed madman on the
loose, with it only being a matter of time before they
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struck again. One of the first people
contacted by the police as a potential suspect in the murders
was the young man who had confronted David as a result of
his own jealousies over his and Betty Lou's blossoming
relationship. But it was discovered that this
young man had a strong alibi forhis whereabouts, meaning there
was no way he could have been the mysterious, bloodthirsty
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stranger who pulled into Lover'sLane that night.
As the summer of 1969 drew to a close, journalists and law
enforcement alike wondered if the teenage lover's killer would
ever be found. But little did they know that
the nightmare had just begun, and what would follow would
continue to baffle all those involved for decades to come.
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Because the man who took David and Betty Lou's lives that
evening. The man who relentlessly fired
into the Rambler station wagon would come to be known by a name
that would echo through the annals of true crime all over
the world. The Zodiac Zodiac's identity
remains a complete mystery even to this day.
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The killer's nickname originatedfrom a series of taunting
letters and cards sent to the San Francisco Bay Area Press.
These letters included four cryptograms based around a
number of ciphers, one of which was recently solved by the FBI.
After over 50 years of research and study, we know for certain
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that Zodiac murdered 5 people inBenicia, Vallejo, Napa County,
and San Francisco in the 11 months spanning December of 1968
and October of 1969. It seems he preferred to target
young couples, which is how he seems to have come across David
and Betty Lou while the pair were on their first date.
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Yet despite only 5 confirmed victims being attributed to the
Zodiac, he once claimed to have murdered 32 other people,
bringing his total body count to37 victims.
A killing spree that started with two young lovers so excited
to finally have some time alone together on their first date,
never being able to imagine thatit would end in such a brutal
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moment of painful finality. So the next time you're on a
first date, don't be so quick togo somewhere secluded as you
never know who might be watchingor following.
Just ready to turn a perfect romantic moment into a living
nightmare. Almost 10 years ago now.
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I'm in college down in Florida when I get a call from my
ex-girlfriend who I'd only broken up with like 6 months
previously. I didn't recognize the number at
first, as I'd switched cell phone carriers not long prior.
I have never been one to answer calls from unknown numbers, but
since I was in college, I used to get calls from professors,
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people over at financial, peopleinviting me to D&D games and
dorms, stuff like that. So I kind of nervously answer,
just sort of hoping it was goingto be about something good.
I recognize the voice immediately and as soon as I do
my heart just sinks. There was a reason I hadn't
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given her my new number and I wondered just how she had gotten
a hold of it. She said we need to talk, to
which I reply that I'm not sure we really do.
It had been like 6 months and I thought we were out of each
other's lives. She responds with no, we really,
really need to talk. Are you sitting down because I
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have something to tell you. She's pregnant.
That was my initial thought and I won't lie, I did feel myself
get weak in the knees. So I sit down on my bed, feeling
my heart racing in my chest, in my hands, getting clammy,
getting ready to hear the bad news.
We got a patient in the ER from a car accident and she didn't
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make it. I'm so sorry but it was your mom
now. My ex worked as an emergency
room nurse and getting the news like that absolutely destroyed
me. I was just in shock for some
reason. I tried calling my mom's cell
but she didn't pick up. Of course she didn't pick up.
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So I hung up to call my little brother and give him the news.
We cried like babies as I told him everything.
How my ex had given me the news ahead of time and how our mom
wasn't answering her phone. All of that stuff.
He confirmed that she had drivenover to Walmart like an hour or
so ago and lamented not making the most of this last goodbye
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with her. Then in the middle of us having
some real heart to heart, I hearhim shout mom out of nowhere.
She wasn't dead. She just walked through the
front door super confused as to what was going on.
Long story short, my ex had liedand she did so because she
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wanted to hurt me quote just like I had hurt her.
This is about the point that I need to tell you that I did
cheat on her with a girl in college, but was at least man
enough to admit it and have her break up with me.
I'm not saying I didn't deserve some kind of revenge, but man,
not that brutal. Ex boyfriends can be jerks,
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sure, but ex girlfriends can be psychos.
During college Christmas break of 2016, I had traveled all the
way back to Pennsylvania from California to spend the holidays
with my parents. It was kind of weird going to
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mostly independent college kid in a place that hardly ever gets
cold, to going back to living inmy childhood bedroom in a state
that becomes a legit winter Wonderland around December and
January. But I love my mom and dad and I
don't care how much the flights cost, there was no way I was
going to spend the holidays alone in California.
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So anyway, my old room is on thesecond floor of the house,
directly above the sliding door that heads out into the decking
in our backyard. It's a really heavy door, so
anytime someone opens or closes it, it rumbles right up into my
bedroom. This isn't a house that was
built back in the 50s too, so asyou can imagine the whole place
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has a lot of creeks and groans to it, but it is otherwise
pretty sturdy. I should also add at this point
that the part of town that my parents live at is pretty safe
with a relatively low crime rate, especially to that of
nearby Philly. The most intrusive calls they
ever got tended to be from magazine salespeople and the odd
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Jehovah's Witness, and after my dad refused to speak with them,
they stopped calling all together.
Point being, they never had anything remotely close to any
kind of break in or home invasion for the entire time
they were living in that property.
Next thing is a brief confessionfor myself.
I picked up a pretty horrible smoking habit during my freshman
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year of college, so whenever my parents went to bed, I tended to
stay out playing sieve on my laptop, sitting next to my open
bedroom window while I smoked and drank tumblers of Scotch
that I had pilfered from my dad's liquor cabinet.
After midnight, I would have my window open for anything from 30
minutes to 2 hours. I mean, it would purely depend
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on how cold it was outside or how tired I was, but I would
generally let the room air out before spraying some air
freshener so that tobacco smell didn't cling to anything too
bad. I also had to use headphones to
watch TV or listen to music so it wouldn't wake my mom and dad
up, but I would tend to only ever use one earphone so I could
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keep an ear out for anyone coming down the hallway since
they really wouldn't be happy ifthey found out I was smoking in
the house. So one night I was in my usual
routine of conquering the known world in an online multiplayer
game of Sieve when our house alarms suddenly start blaring.
I don't think I had heard that thing since I was about 6 or 7
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years old and I had completely forgotten how loud it was, so
hearing it had me practically filling my underwear from being
frightened out of my skin. The point being, everyone in the
house is now incredibly awake and ready to head off whatever
is about to go down. Now, my priorities might sound
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way way off here, but initially my big worry wasn't so much that
something bad might be happening, like a home invasion
or something like that. It was more like me being
terrified that my parents were about to realize I've been
smoking and stealing booze from them.
I was 20 years old at the time, technically underage, and my
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parents were old fashioned types, real sticklers for the
rules. If they found out what I've been
doing, there would be drama and lots of it.
But somehow, when my dad stuck his head around my door all
bleary eyed to make sure he knewwhere I was, he didn't seem to
smell anything. I don't know whether this was
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because he was too tired and freaked out about the alarm to
notice, or that he had noticed and actually just didn't care,
but either way he told me to go into their bedroom and stay with
my mom until he could give us the all clear.
So my dad goes downstairs, I'm assuming with a weapon in hand,
and gets to work clearing the house as well as checking out
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the front and back yards to makesure there's no one hiding in
the darker areas out there. He comes back up, tells me and
my mom that he couldn't find anything and that it was
probably just a false alarm, andthen we all head back to bed.
Or rather, they went back to bed.
I went back to being a diplomatic genius on Sieve 6.
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About an hour goes by and I start getting pretty tired, so I
get up to close my bedroom window before heading to bed
when the alarm goes off again. Once again, my dad goes
downstairs, does a sweep of the ground floors and the yards,
then comes back up to tell me not to worry and that he figured
it was just the wind or something.
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I mean, it had been a pretty windy night, which honestly
suited me because it meant the breeze aired my bedroom out.
Like I said, it was an old house, so it wasn't out of the
question that the wind could have rattled the doors or
windows and set the alarm off. My point being, both me and my
dad were chill about the alarm going off.
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Neither of us thought there was anything to worry about.
So the next morning at breakfastmy dad is going through the
alarm systems app in his iPhone,checking out some of the data
readouts from the night before. All of a sudden he says OK
that's weird. Apparently the back sliding
doors were opened 14 times last night.
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Number one, I was impressed. The alarm system was so
sophisticated that it could feedhim that kind of info.
I guess he shelled out big boy cash for that thing #2 how could
it have been opened that many times?
Then I am not kidding, like 5 to10 minutes later there's a knock
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at our front door and it's the neighbor guy from the house down
the street. He asked us if we had had any
intruders over the previous night.
And we tell him no, or that at least we didn't think so.
It's then that he tells us that he had actually caught someone
on his security camera trying tobreak into his house, that the
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guy had tried to Jimmy a lock orsomething before looking right
up into his camera before getting spooked and bailing.
We assumed that's about the timehe had moved to our house, then
kept at it when he realized it was the weaker target.
That seriously freaked me out. The whole time I had been
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sitting there innocently playingSieve and sipping stolen Scotch,
there had been a guy trying to get into our house maybe only 6
or 7 feet below me. If I had bothered to look out
the window at any point and directly downward, I would have
locked eyes with this guy. He must have smelled my
cigarette smoke, known someone was in the house, and it just
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didn't bother him in the least bit.
He was more than prepared to face off with someone, although
apparently not when he had seen my dad with a weapon sweeping
the house and the yards in the dark.
I have always liked a scary story or a good horror film.
Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, they're my jam.
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I have never found like serial killers or whatever to be scary
though. Like, I didn't think that human
element to the horror was particularly potent.
After that night, though, that all changed.
It struck me how evil and predatory human beings can
really be. How that guy had been creeping
around our backyard for basically hours right under my
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nose, and I had absolutely no clue that he was there.
It was how he had managed to just disappear when the alarm
went off too, and how he had theballs to come back once we had
all gone back to bed. I mean, he was like a ghost or
something, just vanishing into the darkness.
I mean, think about it. My dad had checked out the
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backyard, tried to make sure there was no one hanging around,
hiding out in the dark spots underneath the trees.
And there was. There had been someone there,
just watching my dad walk aroundin his slippers or whatever he
had on, just waiting for him to call off the search before
creeping back up towards the house.
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Just thinking about it now givesme shivers.
And now that I am back in California telling this story, I
always make sure that all the windows and doors of my dorm are
locked and that I double or triple check whenever I think
something bad is about to go down.
Because sometimes it seems you'll never know if someone is
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just lurking in the shadows until it's way, way too late.
OK so before this whole lockdownthing happened and my dating
life was destroyed, I used to swipe through Tinder and bumble
quite a lot looking for girls tohook up with.
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So I am bored in my Silver Lake apartment one day when I come
across this absolute smoke show of a girl who was listed under
the name Lilith. She had these big green eyes,
she wore pigtails a lot in her profile pictures and had
absolutely no qualms with showing off her body.
She also had this goth girl vibegoing, which is something I
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really find attractive. I mean, she was definitely not
the kind of girl I would bring home to mom, but that's not
really what I'm looking for whenI'm swiping.
So naturally I swipe right. Boom, we match.
I think I actually let out this involuntary no way when the old
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It's a match text appeared and kind of cynically told myself
no, no way, she's a bot, this isn't real.
But Yep, it was real. She was so cute to talk to at
first anyway, because things started to go a little different
when we actually met up. She worked at this little coffee
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shop at the Getty and asked me if I wanted to pick her up after
her shift so she could take me somewhere real special, which
turned out to be the Museum of Death on Hollywood Blvd.
I mean, not my ideally romantic place to go on a first date, but
like I said, she was a slam piece and it was basically
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impossible to say no to her. So it was decided, and after I
picked her up, she kept it a mystery for a while, only
telling me to drive her to Hollywood Blvd. before revealing
where she actually wanted to go.The area around the museum is
kind of sketchy, but again, I would have driven through way
worse neighborhoods for a date with this girl, so I just pushed
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all my concerns to the back of my mind.
Despite the interior being as dark and dingy as it was looking
like an over cluttered basement,the whole thing was actually
kind of interesting at first. But I'd be lying if I said my
eyes stayed on the exhibits the entire time when they were
pretty much glued to her whenever I wasn't going to get
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caught looking. It most definitely wasn't
particularly creepy either, but the things that Lilith started
to say to me as we were walking around the place did in a big
bad way too. Like I said, the exhibits were
interesting, but that's all theywere aside from being gross and
spooky. There were death masks, body
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parts preserved in formaldehyde,all the things you might come to
expect from a place called the Museum of Death, and then some.
But this Lilith chick starts saying how pretty some of this
stuff is, looking at it the way any other girl might look at a
picture of a puppy or something.She then starts asking me all
these weird questions about how I'd like to die.
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Yeah, how I'd like to die. I tell her I wouldn't like to
die at all. I mean, it was legit the
creepiest question I think I've ever been asked.
And she insists that everyone has a way they would most want
to die. I don't want to screw the date
up or anything. She seemed crazy, and crazy
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girls can be real fun if you catch my meaning.
So I give her some throwaway response like whatever way is
most pain free. She starts telling me how that
was a boring answer and how she would like to die of hypothermia
because it apparently makes you feel all warm and sleepy towards
the end. How some victims of hypothermia
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have even taken their clothes off before they died and just
laid down in the snow or wherever before their hearts
stopped beating. She also then gave this long in
depth speech about how taking another person's life would be
better than sex. How that feeling of pure power
must dwarf any feeling that drugs or alcohol have to offer.
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She then tells me how hot she thought it would be to watch me
drown at the bottom of a pool while there's an audience and
I'm totally naked. How it would actually turn her
on to see my final moments of desperation before my body went
limp and floated around the tank.
Then something about how the Vikings would make wings out of
the skin on a person's back by peeling it off and spreading it
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out, calling it beautiful, how it was like art or something.
When she's done telling me all that and I am suitably freaked
out, she starts calling me pet and how she'd want me chained up
at the end of her bed so she could do whatever she wanted
with me. Now, any other girl and I would
think that was kinky, but after what Lilith had just talked
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about, I really didn't think what she had in mind for me
involved any kind of pleasure whatsoever when it came to
driving her home. She actually told me to stop a
few blocks away from her house because she didn't want me to
know where exactly it was she lived at.
Saying you couldn't be too careful these days with all the
psychos in the world who use these dating apps.
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Yeah, she said that to me after she spent like an hour talking
about all the ways she'd want todie or how she'd watch me die.
As soon as I got home, I blockedher number.
I have never been scared of anyone like that before, let
alone a girl I wanted to hook upwith.
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I live out here in Las Cruces, NM, right on the edge of the
Chihuahuan Desert. About once a month, me and a few
buddies of mine drive out to theChihuahuan Desert National Park
to drink coronas and grill up some meat on a campfire.
All but one of us are married with kids now having put our
Wilder days behind us, so getting out to the nature park
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every so often is pretty much the only time we get to hang out
and escape the mundanity of family life.
Don't get me wrong, I love my wife and kids and I'm pretty
happy in my career, but nothing beats hooking up with the boys
for a few hours of beer and big boy talk.
So this one time we're out theresinking brews and talking about
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the Cardinals with hot dogs and jerky when I find myself needing
to sneak off to go pee, I find myself a collection of little
shrubs to serve as an impromptu urinal, then unsheathed my pork
sword and begin to relieve myself.
I should note at this point thatI'm wearing khaki shorts and
boots so you can picture how this goes down.
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Right as I finish up and I'm zipping my fly back up, I feel
something tickling the hairs on my left leg.
I look down and there is a scorpion crawling up my leg.
Now you should know I am absolutely terrified of spiders
and scorpions. Like and deathly terrified
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anyone else might have just slapped the thing off their leg
like a ninja, but I just freeze up completely, watching as the
thing continues to crawl up my leg, using the hairs to get
higher and higher until it's in serious danger of sneaking up
the leg of my shorts. I had like one last chance to
get that thing off me before it disappeared, and unfortunately
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for me, I simply could not summon the bravery to do so.
So I was forced to watch as the evil little thing crawled up my
shorts. And this next part is why I no
longer wear boxer shorts and made a heavy investment into a
bunch of snug fitting trunks in the aftermath of this
nightmarish event. Because the scorpion doesn't
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stop when it's hidden away undermy shorts and I can feel it
slowly but surely crawling up mythigh further and further until
it reaches the loose opening in my underwear.
Now at this point my buddies arecalling out to me and making all
these dumb jokes. I wanted to tell them what was
going on. Maybe they would have been able
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to find a way to rescue me from a fate worse than death.
But like I said, I was just frozen in absolute terror as I
feel the scorpion crawling into my underwear and dangerously
close to my junk. By the time my buddy Jay walks
over to actually see if I'm OK, I can actually feel the scorpion
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crawling over my junk as I feel it's sharp little legs digging
into the sensitive flesh down there.
It takes absolutely all my strength to just turn my head to
face them and immediately they know something is horribly
wrong. I am sweating, I'm pale, my
hands are shaking and I can barely talk, but I do manage to
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get out the words scorpion on myjunk.
Jay says back. What did you say, dude?
There's a scorpion on your junk.Like for real?
All I can do and reply is nod. Jay runs back to the guys to
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tell them what's going on, having known from the look on my
face that I was most definitely not kidding around.
And immediately they all rush over, which is when I noticed
that Jay has a big gnarly stick in his hand that he starts
holding like a Louisville Slugger as he gets close.
So I'm just standing there, trying to stay stoned still as
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the boys argue among themselves about why it would or wouldn't
be a good idea to smash me in the junk with a stick in the
hopes of killing the scorpion and saving me from perhaps the
worst pain that any man could ever experience.
And all the while I have to juststand there and feel every
little movement of that scorpionas it navigates its way across
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my junk, praying that it doesn'topt to just Nestle up inside my
underwear as its new fleshy home.
The whole time I'm just thinkinglike please keep going, please
keep going, please keep going, just willing the little guy to
keep moving through my boxers and out the other side.
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Which thankfully it does. I have never been so convinced
of the existence of an ever loving God than I was in that
moment as I felt the scorpion crawl out the other side of my
boxers and down my right thigh. Then as it slowly emerged from
the right side of my shorts, oneof my buddies leans in and
smacks the little thing off my leg in one swift liberating
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flash of movement. I let out a full 5 minutes of
terror and anxiety in the moments that followed, marching
back up towards the fire in the cooler, screaming out every
single expletive that I had stowed away in my memory banks
before Downing like 2 full Coronas and cursing the fact
that we didn't have the foresight to have packed
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anything stronger. Luckily it didn't take long for
us all to see the funny side, with my buddies making jokes
about how a scorpion had gotten closer to my junk than my wife
had in the years. I have to admit, I laughed at
that one, and the jokes helped to break the tension and call me
down. But seriously, that was legit
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the scariest experience of my entire life.
I cannot even imagine the kind of pain I'd have been in if I
had panicked and had that littlemonster sting my junk.
And now when we go out to the nature park for bruise and boy
talk, I always, always wear longpants.
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I used to work at a place calledO'hurley's General Store here in
Shepherdstown, WV. It was a real old timey general
store, the kind that sells everything from buckets and
barrels to books and pocket watches, in addition to the
regular selection of groceries and liquor.
It was an all right job for a young man such as myself,
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patronized by generally polite and well meaning folk.
Sure, I had a fair few drunks get a little rowdy when I
wouldn't sell them hard liquor on a Sunday, but nobody ever put
a gun in my face. But that ain't to say that I
didn't have one or two incidentsin there that put the fear of
God into me, and this here is one of them.
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So I'm working late one Saturdaynight, stacking shelves and
cleaning house when a man walks in wearing a black tailored
suit. It was one of those that fit him
like a glove and gave off an obvious air of wealth which
marked him as an out of towner in my book.
But that suit was just about theonly normal thing about him.
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He was white as the cotton fields, so pale he was almost
gaunt with razor sharp facial features and slicked back silver
hair. I hear the little bell on the
front entrance tinkle, so I do my thing and walk back behind
the counter to serve him, which is where I laid eyes on him.
He walks up to me and with this wolfish smile on his lips asks
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me for a can of lighter fluid. I fetch him what he asked for,
making a little small talk as I ring him up on the register.
I asked him where he was from. DC, he replies, just passing
through. I give him a polite smile and
ask him if he was one of those politician types, to which he
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gives the vague reply of something like that.
He then proceeds to take out thebiggest roll of dollar bills I
have ever seen in my life, all hundreds from what I could tell,
then places one down on the counter in front of me.
I give the man his change, remarking that it's a good thing
it had been a busy previous few hours or he had that wiped me
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out for change. I said it in this fairly jokey
tone, expecting him to at least give a polite chuckle in return,
but he doesn't so much as smirk.He just takes out this Zippo
lighter from his suit pockets, just about the shiniest I've
ever seen, and proceeds to fill it up with the lighter fluid
right there in front of me. I have seen a fair few of those
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lighters in my time, but never one that I could have sworn was
plated with silver. I figured he must have been
hankering for a smoke something fierce, and I told him as such,
but he replied that he didn't smoke.
Right as he says that, he finishes up filling up his
lighter, but not before accidentally spilling a little
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of the lighter fluid onto his finger.
Then, just before he pieces the shiny looking Zippo back
together, he brings the finger to his mouth and sucks the drop
of flammable liquid off his finger like it was a drop of
homemade wine or something. Now, naturally, I quietly recoil
when he does that, not quite being able to believe what I
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just witnessed. He sees me do so and shoots me
another one of those wolfish grins, like he enjoyed the idea
of freaking me out like that. I was just on the verge of
asking him what that was all about when I hear the doorbell
of the general store tinkle again.
I look over towards the front entrance and in walks this young
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lady, who looks to be about the same age as my little sister.
Couldn't have been no more than 14 years old, only she's dressed
much younger, almost like how you'd expect a toddler to dress
in this denim skirt type thing with white embroidered flowers
on it. She addresses him as daddy, so I
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figure it was his daughter and tells him she needs to use the
bathroom. The man in the suit then turns
to me, asks if there's a bathroom his daughter can use,
so I give him the key to one that we had inside the store.
Only instead of just handing it to his kid, he takes out a
little leather wallet looking thing from his jacket and hands
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that the lighter and the key to the little lady who then makes
her way off towards the door before locking it behind her.
I started to feel incredibly uncomfortable, something about
this whole situation just didn'tsit right with me at all.
I had a sneaking suspicion of what was contained inside that
small leather wallet thing, but I didn't feel like I was in any
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position to confront the suited man, especially not based solely
on a hunch. But it wasn't just that the kid
looked absolutely nothing like him.
She had these soft, rounded, delicate features along with
really curly hair, while the suited man's face was so sharp
he looked like he could have cuta swath through a pumpkin patch.
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And the way she called him Daddy, A girl that age should be
well into calling her father, Dad, Pop Anything but Daddy.
I tried to distract from my discomfort by asking him where
he and his daughter were headed.You ask a lot of questions,
don't you, young man? He replied, dropping what had
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once been a kind of formal civility entirely and proceeding
to stare a hole through me. His eyes, man, he had these
narrow brown eyes, so dark they were almost black, and I felt a
shudder run through me as he fixed his gaze to mine.
Just making conversation, I remember saying back to him,
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shifting nervously behind the counter.
Well, you know how the old saying goes, don't you?
His voice was smooth, just creepily calm, like there was no
emotion behind it whatsoever. Curiosity killed the cat.
The suited man turned, then started walking up and down the
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aisles, eyeing up the products like we were some quaint
backwater relic, which I supposewas exactly what we were.
I get back to cleaning house fora minute or two, only it's more
just going through the motions while I keep an eye on what this
guy is doing. I figure it'll only be a minute
or two before his kid emerges from the bathroom and they fix
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to get back on the road. But 5 minutes goes by, then 10,
and still no sign of her. Just as I'm about to ask him if
he thinks she's OK in there, thebathroom door unlocks with a
loud snap and the door opens up.There's no flush, nothing to
indicate that she had actually been using the bathroom for its
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intended purpose, and when she emerges she seems all sleepy and
dozy looking. Then she hands back the keys,
the lighter and the black leather wallet to the suited man
in a daze before giving him a lazy sounding thank you daddy.
The way she said it right then, I knew he wasn't her father.
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It was dripping with sleaze and the look he gave her in return
was one a father should never ever give his daughter under any
circumstances. It made me sick to my stomach
and I wanted the pair of them out of my store immediately, but
we rarely just come out and say something like that where I'm
from. I will say something with an
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implication if you catch my drift.
Safe travels now. I remember saying to the suited
man. My tone was friendly, but the
look I gave him was not. He turns and looks at me like he
was about to go through me for ashortcut, like he could have
eaten me without salt there and then.
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Then he walks up to the counter,places the bathroom key down on
top of it, and says one final thing to me.
Remember young man, Curiosity killed the cat.
Then he walks that little lady out of the store and they drove
off into the night. I seriously considered calling
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the sheriff right after they left, but what was I going to
tell him? That a man was traveling with a
girl that appeared to be his daughter?
I'd be laughed right off the line.
I could have mentioned that I thought there was something
illegal in that leather wallet he handed her, but I got the
distinct impression that nothingwe could ever accuse him of was
really going to stick. He had all that money and that
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look he gave me too, so I didn'tsay a word to anyone.
But for the remaining few hours of my shift and for the next few
days, I heard his words rattlingaround my skull whenever I paid
any mind to him at all. Curiosity killed the cat.
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Yeah. Yeah.
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Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, welcome to Scary Stories and Rain, the podcast where
relaxation meets terror. I'm very excited to share that
on February 11th, 2026, my very first feature film will be in
theaters across the United States, with the UK release
right after and the rest of the world to follow.
The film is called Gale Yellow Brick Road, a dark reimagining
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so much for being here and I really hope you enjoy this
episode. You might be able to describe 17
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year old David Faraday as the All American boy.
David was clean cut, a good student, and a member of the Boy
Scouts of America. It was also apparently something
of a moral arbiter, having once confronted a dealer outside of
his high school when the man hadapparently been attempting to
peddle to members of the studentbody.
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After threatening to inform the police, the dealer was said
never to have hung around the high school again.
And although by today's standards we might consider this
to be so-called snitch behavior,David was clearly simply trying
to protect his fellow students from something he was concerned
would affect their academic performance.
He was a good person with a goodheart, and almost all of what he
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did came from a place of love. But like many boys his age,
David found himself increasinglyinterested in the fairer sex.
And there was one particular young lady that caught his
attention over all others. Betty Lou Jensen was 16, a year
younger than David, but she was incredibly popular and her
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reputation as a charming, well mannered young lady preceded
her. She was also a very talented
artist who took a great deal of interest in all things created.
It was at a local youth functionthat David got the chance to
talk to Betty Lou, and his affection for her seemed to be
entirely reciprocated. Betty Lou shared a great deal
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with him and even invited him tovisit her after school so that
he could walk her home. After a few weeks of wholesome
teenage dating, something of a relationship began to blossom
between the two bright eyed young people.
But all was not entirely well, as there was another boy who had
his eye on Betty Lou, one who was not about to let David have
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her all to himself. He squared up to David when the
young man was waiting outside ofBetty Lou's high school, and
although the confrontation didn't become physical, some
pretty harsh insults were exchanged and David was warned
to stay away from Betty Lou. Other boys might have been
deterred by such a display of possessiveness and aggression,
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but not David. He was determined to secure his
place as the only boy in Betty Lou's life.
And so, one afternoon on their way home from school, David
asked Betty if she would like togo on a date with him.
Their first date. And to his absolute elation,
Betty Lou said yes. David racked his brains for a
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solid first aid idea and given that it was late December,
decided that a great way to capture that festive romantic
spirit would be to take Betty Lou to a local Christmas event.
And being the gentleman that he was, he made a promise to her
parents to have her back home by11:00 PM at the very latest.
Rumor has it that David and Betty were planning on attending
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the Christmas themed party with a few other local high school
students. But perhaps this was simply a
cover to reassure the young girl's parents.
Because what we know for certainis that they ended up driving
over to Lake Herman Rd. in David's Rambler station wagon,
parking it up in quite a well known spot that was known to
many as Lovers Lane. The whole appeal of the spot
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near Lake Herman is that it was quiet and unfrequented by
members of the public, hence whyyoung couples might use it to
gain some privacy for certain unsavory activities.
But it wasn't just infatuated lovebirds who noted the location
seclusion because someone else wished to take advantage of the
isolation for something that wasconsiderably more malicious.
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At some point during their stay up on Lovers Lane, David and
Betty Lou noticed another car pull into the spot, one that
parked up alongside them before turning its lights off.
At first, David and Betty were worried it was the cops come to
arrest them for committing lewd acts in public.
But as they peered through the darkness to study the vehicle
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next to them, it became increasingly obvious that it was
not, in fact, the police. All the young couple could do
was watch, growing increasingly scared as the shadowy silhouette
in the front seat stayed state, still staring at them through
the passenger window. Betty Lou told David she was
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spooked and asked him to see if he could get the person to
leave. But unlike previous encounters
where David's bravery had shown through when confronted with a
source of maliciousness, he too was far too frightened to do
anything. But as he prepared to start up
the Ramblers engine so he could drive Betty Lou out of there,
the driver of the other vehicle got out and approached David's
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side of the Rambler. David was transfixed, frozen in
fear like a deer in a car's headlights.
But when he saw the mysterious stranger pull out a weapon and
aim it at his window, his flightresponse kicked into gear.
Betty threw open the passenger side door, throwing herself from
the Rambler before David following suit.
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But neither of them was fast enough to outrun a bullet.
The stranger fired once through the roof of the Rambler, then
sprinted around the back to fireanother shot at David through
the vehicle's rear window. Both shots hit the young man,
and he crawled along the ground near the station wagon's back
wheel on the passenger side, trying and failing to escape.
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Betty Lou, however, began to Sprint away through the darkness
as the first shots were fired. But the stranger was fast.
He took aim and fired five shotsat the right side of her back,
each bullet striking her torso before she fell and she lay
dying in the darkness. The killer turned his attention
back to David, pointing the pistol towards his head and
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pulling the trigger one last time, sending a bullet crashing
into his skull just behind his left ear.
Apparently, the killer then simply got back into his car and
drove away into the night. Sometime later, someone who
drove past the spot on Lovers lane must have seen the bodies
lying in the dirt and then rushed to call the police.
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David was still breathing when they arrived on scene, but was
completely unresponsive and was dead on arrival when he was
finally taken to a nearby hospital for treatment.
The double homicide stunned and horrified the local community,
and rumors abounded that there was a crazed madman on the
loose, with it only being a matter of time before they
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struck again. One of the first people
contacted by the police as a potential suspect in the murders
was the young man who had confronted David as a result of
his own jealousies over his and Betty Lou's blossoming
relationship. But it was discovered that this
young man had a strong alibi forhis whereabouts, meaning there
was no way he could have been the mysterious, bloodthirsty
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stranger who pulled into Lover'sLane that night.
As the summer of 1969 drew to a close, journalists and law
enforcement alike wondered if the teenage lover's killer would
ever be found. But little did they know that
the nightmare had just begun, and what would follow would
continue to baffle all those involved for decades to come.
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Because the man who took David and Betty Lou's lives that
evening. The man who relentlessly fired
into the Rambler station wagon would come to be known by a name
that would echo through the annals of true crime all over
the world. The Zodiac Zodiac's identity
remains a complete mystery even to this day.
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The killer's nickname originatedfrom a series of taunting
letters and cards sent to the San Francisco Bay Area Press.
These letters included four cryptograms based around a
number of ciphers, one of which was recently solved by the FBI.
After over 50 years of research and study, we know for certain
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that Zodiac murdered 5 people inBenicia, Vallejo, Napa County,
and San Francisco in the 11 months spanning December of 1968
and October of 1969. It seems he preferred to target
young couples, which is how he seems to have come across David
and Betty Lou while the pair were on their first date.
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Yet despite only 5 confirmed victims being attributed to the
Zodiac, he once claimed to have murdered 32 other people,
bringing his total body count to37 victims.
A killing spree that started with two young lovers so excited
to finally have some time alone together on their first date,
never being able to imagine thatit would end in such a brutal
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moment of painful finality. So the next time you're on a
first date, don't be so quick togo somewhere secluded as you
never know who might be watchingor following.
Just ready to turn a perfect romantic moment into a living
nightmare. Almost 10 years ago now.
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I'm in college down in Florida when I get a call from my
ex-girlfriend who I'd only broken up with like 6 months
previously. I didn't recognize the number at
first, as I'd switched cell phone carriers not long prior.
I have never been one to answer calls from unknown numbers, but
since I was in college, I used to get calls from professors,
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people over at financial, peopleinviting me to D&D games and
dorms, stuff like that. So I kind of nervously answer,
just sort of hoping it was goingto be about something good.
I recognize the voice immediately and as soon as I do
my heart just sinks. There was a reason I hadn't
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given her my new number and I wondered just how she had gotten
a hold of it. She said we need to talk, to
which I reply that I'm not sure we really do.
It had been like 6 months and I thought we were out of each
other's lives. She responds with no, we really,
really need to talk. Are you sitting down because I
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have something to tell you. She's pregnant.
That was my initial thought and I won't lie, I did feel myself
get weak in the knees. So I sit down on my bed, feeling
my heart racing in my chest, in my hands, getting clammy,
getting ready to hear the bad news.
We got a patient in the ER from a car accident and she didn't
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make it. I'm so sorry but it was your mom
now. My ex worked as an emergency
room nurse and getting the news like that absolutely destroyed
me. I was just in shock for some
reason. I tried calling my mom's cell
but she didn't pick up. Of course she didn't pick up.
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So I hung up to call my little brother and give him the news.
We cried like babies as I told him everything.
How my ex had given me the news ahead of time and how our mom
wasn't answering her phone. All of that stuff.
He confirmed that she had drivenover to Walmart like an hour or
so ago and lamented not making the most of this last goodbye
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with her. Then in the middle of us having
some real heart to heart, I hearhim shout mom out of nowhere.
She wasn't dead. She just walked through the
front door super confused as to what was going on.
Long story short, my ex had liedand she did so because she
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wanted to hurt me quote just like I had hurt her.
This is about the point that I need to tell you that I did
cheat on her with a girl in college, but was at least man
enough to admit it and have her break up with me.
I'm not saying I didn't deserve some kind of revenge, but man,
not that brutal. Ex boyfriends can be jerks,
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sure, but ex girlfriends can be psychos.
During college Christmas break of 2016, I had traveled all the
way back to Pennsylvania from California to spend the holidays
with my parents. It was kind of weird going to
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mostly independent college kid in a place that hardly ever gets
cold, to going back to living inmy childhood bedroom in a state
that becomes a legit winter Wonderland around December and
January. But I love my mom and dad and I
don't care how much the flights cost, there was no way I was
going to spend the holidays alone in California.
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So anyway, my old room is on thesecond floor of the house,
directly above the sliding door that heads out into the decking
in our backyard. It's a really heavy door, so
anytime someone opens or closes it, it rumbles right up into my
bedroom. This isn't a house that was
built back in the 50s too, so asyou can imagine the whole place
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has a lot of creeks and groans to it, but it is otherwise
pretty sturdy. I should also add at this point
that the part of town that my parents live at is pretty safe
with a relatively low crime rate, especially to that of
nearby Philly. The most intrusive calls they
ever got tended to be from magazine salespeople and the odd
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Jehovah's Witness, and after my dad refused to speak with them,
they stopped calling all together.
Point being, they never had anything remotely close to any
kind of break in or home invasion for the entire time
they were living in that property.
Next thing is a brief confessionfor myself.
I picked up a pretty horrible smoking habit during my freshman
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year of college, so whenever my parents went to bed, I tended to
stay out playing sieve on my laptop, sitting next to my open
bedroom window while I smoked and drank tumblers of Scotch
that I had pilfered from my dad's liquor cabinet.
After midnight, I would have my window open for anything from 30
minutes to 2 hours. I mean, it would purely depend
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on how cold it was outside or how tired I was, but I would
generally let the room air out before spraying some air
freshener so that tobacco smell didn't cling to anything too
bad. I also had to use headphones to
watch TV or listen to music so it wouldn't wake my mom and dad
up, but I would tend to only ever use one earphone so I could
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keep an ear out for anyone coming down the hallway since
they really wouldn't be happy ifthey found out I was smoking in
the house. So one night I was in my usual
routine of conquering the known world in an online multiplayer
game of Sieve when our house alarms suddenly start blaring.
I don't think I had heard that thing since I was about 6 or 7
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years old and I had completely forgotten how loud it was, so
hearing it had me practically filling my underwear from being
frightened out of my skin. The point being, everyone in the
house is now incredibly awake and ready to head off whatever
is about to go down. Now, my priorities might sound
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way way off here, but initially my big worry wasn't so much that
something bad might be happening, like a home invasion
or something like that. It was more like me being
terrified that my parents were about to realize I've been
smoking and stealing booze from them.
I was 20 years old at the time, technically underage, and my
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parents were old fashioned types, real sticklers for the
rules. If they found out what I've been
doing, there would be drama and lots of it.
But somehow, when my dad stuck his head around my door all
bleary eyed to make sure he knewwhere I was, he didn't seem to
smell anything. I don't know whether this was
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because he was too tired and freaked out about the alarm to
notice, or that he had noticed and actually just didn't care,
but either way he told me to go into their bedroom and stay with
my mom until he could give us the all clear.
So my dad goes downstairs, I'm assuming with a weapon in hand,
and gets to work clearing the house as well as checking out
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the front and back yards to makesure there's no one hiding in
the darker areas out there. He comes back up, tells me and
my mom that he couldn't find anything and that it was
probably just a false alarm, andthen we all head back to bed.
Or rather, they went back to bed.
I went back to being a diplomatic genius on Sieve 6.
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About an hour goes by and I start getting pretty tired, so I
get up to close my bedroom window before heading to bed
when the alarm goes off again. Once again, my dad goes
downstairs, does a sweep of the ground floors and the yards,
then comes back up to tell me not to worry and that he figured
it was just the wind or something.
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I mean, it had been a pretty windy night, which honestly
suited me because it meant the breeze aired my bedroom out.
Like I said, it was an old house, so it wasn't out of the
question that the wind could have rattled the doors or
windows and set the alarm off. My point being, both me and my
dad were chill about the alarm going off.
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Neither of us thought there was anything to worry about.
So the next morning at breakfastmy dad is going through the
alarm systems app in his iPhone,checking out some of the data
readouts from the night before. All of a sudden he says OK
that's weird. Apparently the back sliding
doors were opened 14 times last night.
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Number one, I was impressed. The alarm system was so
sophisticated that it could feedhim that kind of info.
I guess he shelled out big boy cash for that thing #2 how could
it have been opened that many times?
Then I am not kidding, like 5 to10 minutes later there's a knock
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at our front door and it's the neighbor guy from the house down
the street. He asked us if we had had any
intruders over the previous night.
And we tell him no, or that at least we didn't think so.
It's then that he tells us that he had actually caught someone
on his security camera trying tobreak into his house, that the
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guy had tried to Jimmy a lock orsomething before looking right
up into his camera before getting spooked and bailing.
We assumed that's about the timehe had moved to our house, then
kept at it when he realized it was the weaker target.
That seriously freaked me out. The whole time I had been
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sitting there innocently playingSieve and sipping stolen Scotch,
there had been a guy trying to get into our house maybe only 6
or 7 feet below me. If I had bothered to look out
the window at any point and directly downward, I would have
locked eyes with this guy. He must have smelled my
cigarette smoke, known someone was in the house, and it just
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didn't bother him in the least bit.
He was more than prepared to face off with someone, although
apparently not when he had seen my dad with a weapon sweeping
the house and the yards in the dark.
I have always liked a scary story or a good horror film.
Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, they're my jam.
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I have never found like serial killers or whatever to be scary
though. Like, I didn't think that human
element to the horror was particularly potent.
After that night, though, that all changed.
It struck me how evil and predatory human beings can
really be. How that guy had been creeping
around our backyard for basically hours right under my
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nose, and I had absolutely no clue that he was there.
It was how he had managed to just disappear when the alarm
went off too, and how he had theballs to come back once we had
all gone back to bed. I mean, he was like a ghost or
something, just vanishing into the darkness.
I mean, think about it. My dad had checked out the
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backyard, tried to make sure there was no one hanging around,
hiding out in the dark spots underneath the trees.
And there was. There had been someone there,
just watching my dad walk aroundin his slippers or whatever he
had on, just waiting for him to call off the search before
creeping back up towards the house.
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Just thinking about it now givesme shivers.
And now that I am back in California telling this story, I
always make sure that all the windows and doors of my dorm are
locked and that I double or triple check whenever I think
something bad is about to go down.
Because sometimes it seems you'll never know if someone is
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just lurking in the shadows until it's way, way too late.
OK so before this whole lockdownthing happened and my dating
life was destroyed, I used to swipe through Tinder and bumble
quite a lot looking for girls tohook up with.
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So I am bored in my Silver Lake apartment one day when I come
across this absolute smoke show of a girl who was listed under
the name Lilith. She had these big green eyes,
she wore pigtails a lot in her profile pictures and had
absolutely no qualms with showing off her body.
She also had this goth girl vibegoing, which is something I
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really find attractive. I mean, she was definitely not
the kind of girl I would bring home to mom, but that's not
really what I'm looking for whenI'm swiping.
So naturally I swipe right. Boom, we match.
I think I actually let out this involuntary no way when the old
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It's a match text appeared and kind of cynically told myself
no, no way, she's a bot, this isn't real.
But Yep, it was real. She was so cute to talk to at
first anyway, because things started to go a little different
when we actually met up. She worked at this little coffee
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shop at the Getty and asked me if I wanted to pick her up after
her shift so she could take me somewhere real special, which
turned out to be the Museum of Death on Hollywood Blvd.
I mean, not my ideally romantic place to go on a first date, but
like I said, she was a slam piece and it was basically
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impossible to say no to her. So it was decided, and after I
picked her up, she kept it a mystery for a while, only
telling me to drive her to Hollywood Blvd. before revealing
where she actually wanted to go.The area around the museum is
kind of sketchy, but again, I would have driven through way
worse neighborhoods for a date with this girl, so I just pushed
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all my concerns to the back of my mind.
Despite the interior being as dark and dingy as it was looking
like an over cluttered basement,the whole thing was actually
kind of interesting at first. But I'd be lying if I said my
eyes stayed on the exhibits the entire time when they were
pretty much glued to her whenever I wasn't going to get
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caught looking. It most definitely wasn't
particularly creepy either, but the things that Lilith started
to say to me as we were walking around the place did in a big
bad way too. Like I said, the exhibits were
interesting, but that's all theywere aside from being gross and
spooky. There were death masks, body
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parts preserved in formaldehyde,all the things you might come to
expect from a place called the Museum of Death, and then some.
But this Lilith chick starts saying how pretty some of this
stuff is, looking at it the way any other girl might look at a
picture of a puppy or something.She then starts asking me all
these weird questions about how I'd like to die.
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Yeah, how I'd like to die. I tell her I wouldn't like to
die at all. I mean, it was legit the
creepiest question I think I've ever been asked.
And she insists that everyone has a way they would most want
to die. I don't want to screw the date
up or anything. She seemed crazy, and crazy
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girls can be real fun if you catch my meaning.
So I give her some throwaway response like whatever way is
most pain free. She starts telling me how that
was a boring answer and how she would like to die of hypothermia
because it apparently makes you feel all warm and sleepy towards
the end. How some victims of hypothermia
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have even taken their clothes off before they died and just
laid down in the snow or wherever before their hearts
stopped beating. She also then gave this long in
depth speech about how taking another person's life would be
better than sex. How that feeling of pure power
must dwarf any feeling that drugs or alcohol have to offer.
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She then tells me how hot she thought it would be to watch me
drown at the bottom of a pool while there's an audience and
I'm totally naked. How it would actually turn her
on to see my final moments of desperation before my body went
limp and floated around the tank.
Then something about how the Vikings would make wings out of
the skin on a person's back by peeling it off and spreading it
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out, calling it beautiful, how it was like art or something.
When she's done telling me all that and I am suitably freaked
out, she starts calling me pet and how she'd want me chained up
at the end of her bed so she could do whatever she wanted
with me. Now, any other girl and I would
think that was kinky, but after what Lilith had just talked
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about, I really didn't think what she had in mind for me
involved any kind of pleasure whatsoever when it came to
driving her home. She actually told me to stop a
few blocks away from her house because she didn't want me to
know where exactly it was she lived at.
Saying you couldn't be too careful these days with all the
psychos in the world who use these dating apps.
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Yeah, she said that to me after she spent like an hour talking
about all the ways she'd want todie or how she'd watch me die.
As soon as I got home, I blockedher number.
I have never been scared of anyone like that before, let
alone a girl I wanted to hook upwith.
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I live out here in Las Cruces, NM, right on the edge of the
Chihuahuan Desert. About once a month, me and a few
buddies of mine drive out to theChihuahuan Desert National Park
to drink coronas and grill up some meat on a campfire.
All but one of us are married with kids now having put our
Wilder days behind us, so getting out to the nature park
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every so often is pretty much the only time we get to hang out
and escape the mundanity of family life.
Don't get me wrong, I love my wife and kids and I'm pretty
happy in my career, but nothing beats hooking up with the boys
for a few hours of beer and big boy talk.
So this one time we're out theresinking brews and talking about
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the Cardinals with hot dogs and jerky when I find myself needing
to sneak off to go pee, I find myself a collection of little
shrubs to serve as an impromptu urinal, then unsheathed my pork
sword and begin to relieve myself.
I should note at this point thatI'm wearing khaki shorts and
boots so you can picture how this goes down.
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Right as I finish up and I'm zipping my fly back up, I feel
something tickling the hairs on my left leg.
I look down and there is a scorpion crawling up my leg.
Now you should know I am absolutely terrified of spiders
and scorpions. Like and deathly terrified
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anyone else might have just slapped the thing off their leg
like a ninja, but I just freeze up completely, watching as the
thing continues to crawl up my leg, using the hairs to get
higher and higher until it's in serious danger of sneaking up
the leg of my shorts. I had like one last chance to
get that thing off me before it disappeared, and unfortunately
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for me, I simply could not summon the bravery to do so.
So I was forced to watch as the evil little thing crawled up my
shorts. And this next part is why I no
longer wear boxer shorts and made a heavy investment into a
bunch of snug fitting trunks in the aftermath of this
nightmarish event. Because the scorpion doesn't
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stop when it's hidden away undermy shorts and I can feel it
slowly but surely crawling up mythigh further and further until
it reaches the loose opening in my underwear.
Now at this point my buddies arecalling out to me and making all
these dumb jokes. I wanted to tell them what was
going on. Maybe they would have been able
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to find a way to rescue me from a fate worse than death.
But like I said, I was just frozen in absolute terror as I
feel the scorpion crawling into my underwear and dangerously
close to my junk. By the time my buddy Jay walks
over to actually see if I'm OK, I can actually feel the scorpion
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crawling over my junk as I feel it's sharp little legs digging
into the sensitive flesh down there.
It takes absolutely all my strength to just turn my head to
face them and immediately they know something is horribly
wrong. I am sweating, I'm pale, my
hands are shaking and I can barely talk, but I do manage to
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get out the words scorpion on myjunk.
Jay says back. What did you say, dude?
There's a scorpion on your junk.Like for real?
All I can do and reply is nod. Jay runs back to the guys to
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tell them what's going on, having known from the look on my
face that I was most definitely not kidding around.
And immediately they all rush over, which is when I noticed
that Jay has a big gnarly stick in his hand that he starts
holding like a Louisville Slugger as he gets close.
So I'm just standing there, trying to stay stoned still as
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the boys argue among themselves about why it would or wouldn't
be a good idea to smash me in the junk with a stick in the
hopes of killing the scorpion and saving me from perhaps the
worst pain that any man could ever experience.
And all the while I have to juststand there and feel every
little movement of that scorpionas it navigates its way across
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my junk, praying that it doesn'topt to just Nestle up inside my
underwear as its new fleshy home.
The whole time I'm just thinkinglike please keep going, please
keep going, please keep going, just willing the little guy to
keep moving through my boxers and out the other side.
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Which thankfully it does. I have never been so convinced
of the existence of an ever loving God than I was in that
moment as I felt the scorpion crawl out the other side of my
boxers and down my right thigh. Then as it slowly emerged from
the right side of my shorts, oneof my buddies leans in and
smacks the little thing off my leg in one swift liberating
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flash of movement. I let out a full 5 minutes of
terror and anxiety in the moments that followed, marching
back up towards the fire in the cooler, screaming out every
single expletive that I had stowed away in my memory banks
before Downing like 2 full Coronas and cursing the fact
that we didn't have the foresight to have packed
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anything stronger. Luckily it didn't take long for
us all to see the funny side, with my buddies making jokes
about how a scorpion had gotten closer to my junk than my wife
had in the years. I have to admit, I laughed at
that one, and the jokes helped to break the tension and call me
down. But seriously, that was legit
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the scariest experience of my entire life.
I cannot even imagine the kind of pain I'd have been in if I
had panicked and had that littlemonster sting my junk.
And now when we go out to the nature park for bruise and boy
talk, I always, always wear longpants.
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I used to work at a place calledO'hurley's General Store here in
Shepherdstown, WV. It was a real old timey general
store, the kind that sells everything from buckets and
barrels to books and pocket watches, in addition to the
regular selection of groceries and liquor.
It was an all right job for a young man such as myself,
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patronized by generally polite and well meaning folk.
Sure, I had a fair few drunks get a little rowdy when I
wouldn't sell them hard liquor on a Sunday, but nobody ever put
a gun in my face. But that ain't to say that I
didn't have one or two incidentsin there that put the fear of
God into me, and this here is one of them.
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So I'm working late one Saturdaynight, stacking shelves and
cleaning house when a man walks in wearing a black tailored
suit. It was one of those that fit him
like a glove and gave off an obvious air of wealth which
marked him as an out of towner in my book.
But that suit was just about theonly normal thing about him.
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He was white as the cotton fields, so pale he was almost
gaunt with razor sharp facial features and slicked back silver
hair. I hear the little bell on the
front entrance tinkle, so I do my thing and walk back behind
the counter to serve him, which is where I laid eyes on him.
He walks up to me and with this wolfish smile on his lips asks
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me for a can of lighter fluid. I fetch him what he asked for,
making a little small talk as I ring him up on the register.
I asked him where he was from. DC, he replies, just passing
through. I give him a polite smile and
ask him if he was one of those politician types, to which he
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gives the vague reply of something like that.
He then proceeds to take out thebiggest roll of dollar bills I
have ever seen in my life, all hundreds from what I could tell,
then places one down on the counter in front of me.
I give the man his change, remarking that it's a good thing
it had been a busy previous few hours or he had that wiped me
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out for change. I said it in this fairly jokey
tone, expecting him to at least give a polite chuckle in return,
but he doesn't so much as smirk.He just takes out this Zippo
lighter from his suit pockets, just about the shiniest I've
ever seen, and proceeds to fill it up with the lighter fluid
right there in front of me. I have seen a fair few of those
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lighters in my time, but never one that I could have sworn was
plated with silver. I figured he must have been
hankering for a smoke something fierce, and I told him as such,
but he replied that he didn't smoke.
Right as he says that, he finishes up filling up his
lighter, but not before accidentally spilling a little
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of the lighter fluid onto his finger.
Then, just before he pieces the shiny looking Zippo back
together, he brings the finger to his mouth and sucks the drop
of flammable liquid off his finger like it was a drop of
homemade wine or something. Now, naturally, I quietly recoil
when he does that, not quite being able to believe what I
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just witnessed. He sees me do so and shoots me
another one of those wolfish grins, like he enjoyed the idea
of freaking me out like that. I was just on the verge of
asking him what that was all about when I hear the doorbell
of the general store tinkle again.
I look over towards the front entrance and in walks this young
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lady, who looks to be about the same age as my little sister.
Couldn't have been no more than 14 years old, only she's dressed
much younger, almost like how you'd expect a toddler to dress
in this denim skirt type thing with white embroidered flowers
on it. She addresses him as daddy, so I
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figure it was his daughter and tells him she needs to use the
bathroom. The man in the suit then turns
to me, asks if there's a bathroom his daughter can use,
so I give him the key to one that we had inside the store.
Only instead of just handing it to his kid, he takes out a
little leather wallet looking thing from his jacket and hands
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that the lighter and the key to the little lady who then makes
her way off towards the door before locking it behind her.
I started to feel incredibly uncomfortable, something about
this whole situation just didn'tsit right with me at all.
I had a sneaking suspicion of what was contained inside that
small leather wallet thing, but I didn't feel like I was in any
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position to confront the suited man, especially not based solely
on a hunch. But it wasn't just that the kid
looked absolutely nothing like him.
She had these soft, rounded, delicate features along with
really curly hair, while the suited man's face was so sharp
he looked like he could have cuta swath through a pumpkin patch.
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And the way she called him Daddy, A girl that age should be
well into calling her father, Dad, Pop Anything but Daddy.
I tried to distract from my discomfort by asking him where
he and his daughter were headed.You ask a lot of questions,
don't you, young man? He replied, dropping what had
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once been a kind of formal civility entirely and proceeding
to stare a hole through me. His eyes, man, he had these
narrow brown eyes, so dark they were almost black, and I felt a
shudder run through me as he fixed his gaze to mine.
Just making conversation, I remember saying back to him,
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shifting nervously behind the counter.
Well, you know how the old saying goes, don't you?
His voice was smooth, just creepily calm, like there was no
emotion behind it whatsoever. Curiosity killed the cat.
The suited man turned, then started walking up and down the
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aisles, eyeing up the products like we were some quaint
backwater relic, which I supposewas exactly what we were.
I get back to cleaning house fora minute or two, only it's more
just going through the motions while I keep an eye on what this
guy is doing. I figure it'll only be a minute
or two before his kid emerges from the bathroom and they fix
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to get back on the road. But 5 minutes goes by, then 10,
and still no sign of her. Just as I'm about to ask him if
he thinks she's OK in there, thebathroom door unlocks with a
loud snap and the door opens up.There's no flush, nothing to
indicate that she had actually been using the bathroom for its
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intended purpose, and when she emerges she seems all sleepy and
dozy looking. Then she hands back the keys,
the lighter and the black leather wallet to the suited man
in a daze before giving him a lazy sounding thank you daddy.
The way she said it right then, I knew he wasn't her father.
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It was dripping with sleaze and the look he gave her in return
was one a father should never ever give his daughter under any
circumstances. It made me sick to my stomach
and I wanted the pair of them out of my store immediately, but
we rarely just come out and say something like that where I'm
from. I will say something with an
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implication if you catch my drift.
Safe travels now. I remember saying to the suited
man. My tone was friendly, but the
look I gave him was not. He turns and looks at me like he
was about to go through me for ashortcut, like he could have
eaten me without salt there and then.
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Then he walks up to the counter,places the bathroom key down on
top of it, and says one final thing to me.
Remember young man, Curiosity killed the cat.
Then he walks that little lady out of the store and they drove
off into the night. I seriously considered calling
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the sheriff right after they left, but what was I going to
tell him? That a man was traveling with a
girl that appeared to be his daughter?
I'd be laughed right off the line.
I could have mentioned that I thought there was something
illegal in that leather wallet he handed her, but I got the
distinct impression that nothingwe could ever accuse him of was
really going to stick. He had all that money and that
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look he gave me too, so I didn'tsay a word to anyone.
But for the remaining few hours of my shift and for the next few
days, I heard his words rattlingaround my skull whenever I paid
any mind to him at all. Curiosity killed the cat.
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Yeah. Yeah.
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Yeah. Yeah.
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