I Was An Air Traffic Controller | CreepCast

[Music] Yo, welcome back to Creeps Trust! We're in person again, baby! Back in the library! We're reading three little grab bag. Wait, were these ones that were on toast from the Creeps? No. These are all older. These are all older, but we are getting, we are going to be reading some tales in the Creeps here pretty soon. These are, oh yeah, this is 14 years ago from a deleted user. This first one that we're reading is called "The Strangest Security Tape I've Ever Seen." And then, wait, the next one is "My doorbell sends an motion detected alert every night at 253." We're trying to form full of users' experience in the exact same issue. Now, something seriously strange is going on. And then, lastly, I was an air traffic controller at Atlantic Municipal Airport, Iowa, for 27 years. My first year at the job, I unwillingly went from a firm atheist to a believer. The long overdue end. This is, these are fucking old. What was long-ass titles like those? You bet your bottom dollar. These are fucking old stories, dude. Lord. Well, the doorbell one's four years old. The doorbell one is? Yeah. I was harkening back to it. It has an old soul. Yeah. So, yes, we are in person again. Harry picked me up from the airport. Not on her. I was just going to hang over him, but we're getting started on the recording two hours late, because I overslept, so. That is true. This is really weird. You know, if you think about it, we should actually already have an episode done. You made me wait at the airport, so I made you wait at the airport. That did not affect literally anything. It could have, you know, hypothetically, given time and constraints. So, I think we're even just what I'm trying to say, but okay. All right. Hey, if you're listening to an Apple podcast or Spotify, leave us a good review. And if you are our Patreon, thank you, or consider joining the Patreon. There's good stuff there. Don't get that shrug in there. There's good stuff. Well, I think the shrug is on-brand for you. You do like the sad e-boy thing a lot. Yeah. When they see me, they usually think of an e-boy. I mean, by definition, can morbidly obese people be e-boys on the weekend? You're not morbidly obese. More morbidly. Yes, you can. Yeah, absolutely can. I didn't know. Yeah. So, the Stranger Security type I've ever seen has been recommended a ton. I don't think you're familiar with this story, but it is an OG. This thing's been around a while. Pretty much everyone who did like creepyposter readings back in the day covered it. We will begin with that one. And then again, the other ones, Harry said that there is a theme to these stories. Like an interconnected thing. So we'll see what that is as we go. But we can begin with the Stranger Security type. Are you ready to get into it? Oh, I'm ready. Then let us begin. I work at a gas station in rural Pennsylvania. Already, it's terrifying. Pinsley. I've been to Pennsylvania. I went to Philly. One of the worst cities in America. That's just scary stuff. Maybe not as bad as St. Louis, but horrible. Trashy. Horrible. Horrible place. Horrible fans. If anything, anything they like, they just love to hate and tear down. I worked at a gas station in rural Pennsylvania. It's a boring job, but it's pretty easy, and it pays all right. A few weeks ago, this new guy started. I'll call him Jeremy. Jeremy is weird. He's about 25 or 26, and he hardly speaks, but he's got the creepiest laugh I've ever heard. My boss and I have both noticed this, but it's never been a problem, so there's not much we can do about it. Customers have never complained about him, and he's always done his job fairly well. Up until a few weeks ago, anyway. That's when things started going missing. Employee theft can be a problem at any business that sells consumer goods, and there's only one person working at a time at this gas station. It's a pretty small place. About two weeks ago, my boss started noticing that we were short on motor oil. At first, it was a few containers at a time. Then the entire shelves and boxes from the back room. Pretty soon, entire shipments would be gone day after we got them, and it would always be right after Jeremy shifts. My boss has checked security camera tapes from every single night he worked, but he could never catch them in the act. Jeremy would lock up a closing, and the motor oil would be gone the next day. My boss usually takes the tapes home with him to try and catch Jeremy's stealing, but his daughter had a softball game last night, so he asked me to watch the tape for him. He offered to pay me overtime under the table, so obviously I took the offer. There are three cameras, so it gave me three different tapes to check. I figured it'd be a long night, but I'm trying to save up for vacation, so I really needed that money. Took the tapes home, popped them in the old VCR, set back. Two days ago, the last time he worked, Jeremy started at 4pm. Everything seemed pretty normal at first. I counted up his drawer, switched off the girl, switched off with the girl who was working before him, and waited for a customer. The first person who came in was Mrs. Templeton. The time stamp on the video read 403, a regular. Bigged up her cigarette, set a newspaper, and paid with a 20. Nothing unusual there. The next customer was some local guy named Ron. He drives a motorcycle, usually comes in every few days. He filled up his tank, got a back of beef jerky, paid with his credit card, and then left. Next was some guy with cowboy hat. I've never seen him before, but we get plenty of strangers passing through, just like any gas station. He got $40 worth of diesel fuel, paid with $100 bill, and went on his way. Back inside, nothing more boring than doing this job is watching someone else do it. My boss's offer wasn't enough to keep me watching though, so I left the tape on. Everything seemed pretty normal. I had a feeling that if Jeremy was stealing motor oil, he knew we were suspicious of him by now. I didn't expect him to be dumb enough to let us catch him on camera. Things stayed boring and routine, until about 5 o'clock. At 503, Mrs. Templeton came back in. She must have forgotten something, but she did it. She bought the same pack of cigarettes as before, and the same newspaper. She paid with another 20. That's odd, I thought, but then again, she's a little absent-minded. I thought Jeremy should have told her she already got her smokes, but it's not against the rules to sell somebody the same thing twice. That's when Ron came in again. He bought another 10k gas, first motorcycle again. I later checked the outdoor camera because I thought maybe he had another car he wanted to fill up. And the same pack of beef jerky. He paid with his credit card again. No big deal. I figured this was just a weird coincidence. Mrs. Templeton is forgetful and Ron probably owns more than one Harley. That's when the guy in the cowboy hat came back in. I felt a chill running down my spine. Don't get diesel, don't get diesel. I found myself whispering to my empty living room. But he did. He got $40 worth of diesel fuel, and paid with another $100 bill. Every move he made was identical to his first visit. Right down to the way he scratched his nose before he walked down. Either this guy is rich, owns a lot of trucks, and just moved into town where something really bizarre was happening. I kept watching. Every customer for the next hour was the same as before. Every single one. I was seriously freaked out. And then at 603, Mrs. Templeton walked back in. She bought her cigarettes and newspaper again and paid with the 20 again. I thought I was going to lose it. I only watched another half hour before I started fast forwarding through the rest. It was all the same. Every customer would come in at the exact same time. Exactly one hour apart. Now I know what you're thinking. That sneaky guy, Jeremy, had messed with the tapes. He had run a loop of his first hour of doing. I said, "Molterfucker." Oh, thank you. Thank you, Hunter. He had run a loop of his first hour of business over and over. That wasn't the case. There were windows around the cash register area that the camera covers. And I watched the sunlight fade as time ran on. Jeremy's routine didn't loop over. He swept, mopped, restocked, and did all his duties exactly how you would expect. But the same customers kept coming in. That's neat touch because I was thinking the exact same thing. Like this is just a looped hour of footage. But you can see him, Jeremy, being different in between each person and stuff like that. I worked, I used to work at a dollar general back in the day. Is there anywhere you haven't worked? I've had a lot of places. That's crazy. I used to work at dollar general back in the day and some of the people I worked with, I feel like you could show this in this footage and they just would not give a fuck. Like do you think people would be, do you think you would be like, honestly, do you think you'd be like, this is insane? Or like, do you think that? I think if they thought about it. I mean, if they were absentmindedly looking at the screen, then no. But if they took time, it is weird that these people are on tracks over and over for some reason. The whole day. Yeah. I feel like a lot of people have worked with it. They'd just be like, I don't know, it's just weird. It didn't turn off. You know what I mean? There are some people who maybe, I guess, would be low IQ enough that they'd be like, yeah, this is something like incomprehensible entity. I don't like it. Yeah. I was panicking at this point. Something was seriously wrong with what I was seeing. And I had no explanation for it. I skipped ahead to when he locked up and walked out to his car. He hadn't stolen anything. But I kept watching, just to make sure. I fast-forwarded one last time to about midnight. And exactly, 1203, out of nowhere. Jeremy's face pops up on camera. I don't mean he moved his head into view. I mean that one second, the store was empty, the next second, his face was all I could see. He wasn't looking at the camera, he was looking at me. I was sure of it. I screamed and fumbled for the remote. time I grabbed it, he was gone, just as soon as he had left. One frame he was there, the next he wasn't. My hands were shaking like crazy, but I popped in another tape. The other indoor camera shows the back area by the cash register, and I would be able to see how we got up to put his face in the camera like that. Skip to head to 1203, but there was nothing. I would have been able to see him standing on a chair or something on this tape, but he wasn't there. I didn't see him under the store at all after he left. It's like he wasn't really there. It doesn't know the security code, no alarms were triggered that night after he locked up. What I did see, however, was that at 1203, the motor oil phanished off the shelf, all of it. Same as Jeremy's face. One second it was there, and the next it wasn't. I turned the tape off and went to bed, but I didn't get a wink of sleep. My body is exhausted right now, but my mind is racing. That tape was undoubtedly the creepiest, most disturbing thing I've ever seen in my life. I work in a few hours, the boss asked me to bring the tapes back in and let him know what I found. But really, what the hell am I going to say? Jeremy works the night shift tonight, directly after me, and the plan is for my boss to come in just before I leave and confront him with me, so I'm supposed to be the one who got him stealing. I have no idea what I'm going to do. I suppose I'll have to show my boss the tapes, but I don't want to watch them again, but I don't want to watch them with him. I never want to see something like that again. I can't get the image of Jeremy just smiling directly into the camera out of my mind. It was the creepiest look I've ever seen on another human being's face. Anyway, I'm going to try again to get some last minute sleep before I have to go in and deal with this. I'll let you guys know what happens. I've got a little over an hour to get our shit together, but neither of us knows what to say to him. Is he just a screwed up guy who likes to steal motor oil and scare the shit out of people? I don't know if this is crazy, but does anyone think he could have anything to do with the time loop? My boss said he never noticed anything like that in the other tapes, but the way he popped up in this one made me think he knew I would be watching. It's like he wanted me to see what he could do, like he was showing off or something. The way he smiled into the camera was like a little kid showing you a sand castle they just built or something. I don't know. I probably sound crazy, I sure feel the part, I'm going to talk to my boss some more. We have to call myself down and figure out how to handle this. I'll update again tonight, but I have a really bad feeling about how this is going to play out. Update 433, no sign of Jeremy, tried calling him but his phone has been disconnected or calling the police. Update 533, no sign of Jeremy, tried calling him but his phone has been disconnected, calling the police, that exact loop repeats again at 633, 733 and 833. So at the 33 and a roll of every hour, the same thing he was seeing on the security camera with the customers, the loop. Till there's an update at 1058, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, I just got home and saw my previous updates. Thanks make let's sense now the never. Here's what I can tell you. I went to work, Jeremy never showed up, but my boss and I decided to call the police as you're well aware, when I picked up the phone to call though, the sun went out. I shit you not, that's what I thought happened. Apparently I blacked out for exactly 5 hours, because when I looked at the clock it was 933. I think I got stuck in Jeremy's time loop and then I snapped out of it at that exact point I blacked out, if that makes sense, but that's what things got really weird. My boss was right next to me when I blacked out, ready to corroborate my story to the cops. When I came to, the phone was in my hand, but it was dead, not even a dial tone. My boss was still right there, but he wasn't moving. He was standing up, but frozen, I looked at the clock again and it wasn't moving. The second hand was stuck on the 12th, it was 933, exactly, clock on the register, computer screen, wasn't moving either. My phone was frozen, there was even a customer at the register waiting for my boss to get them cigarettes. I'm betting that would have been his 5th pack of the day. I got out of there, didn't lock up, didn't turn the lights out, sorry guys, I didn't grab security tapes to upload on the internet. Believe me, that was the last thing on my mind. The gas station is on a major highway and cars were parked all along it, except they weren't parked, they were frozen. The people inside were setting still as whack statues. I got in my car and prayed that it would start thankfully it did. About halfway home, time started up again. Static from the radio turned into music like it's supposed to be, and for what I could tell by listening to the host talk in between songs, no one noticed the time freeze, or whatever it was. I was the only one, well, I'm sure Jeremy noticed as well. I still have no clue where he is or what he's doing. I'm hiding in my room and calling the police again in the morning. I don't know if I ever got through to them before, or if I did, whether they took me seriously. Scared for my life at this point, I'll update tomorrow if I can. Final update, 10.33 am. I finally fell asleep last night around 4. I have no idea how I did it. I guess exhaustion finally got the best of me. This morning, I woke up to my phone ringing, it was my boss, he'd been calling me since about 6. He woke up when time turned back on last night and immediately called the cops. They came by to see what was wrong and he told them everything. The police around here are all small-time guys. They were more concerned with the missing motor oil than anything, but my boss figured he would take it as long as he had their attention. They decided to go looking for Jeremy. We keep all employee applications on file, since Jeremy just started working here, as it was easy to find. They checked the address on it and headed over to his house. They're not going to believe what they found. The address Jeremy listed on his application was an empty lot, or at least now it is. There used to be a house there, but it burned down in 1993. Being a small town, almost everyone remembers that fire. A family of four used to live their way back when. Rumor has it that they had an estranged son, who they never really talked about, but I can't say for sure if that's true. What I can say is true is that after an insurance investigation, the fire was ruled with Arson, and the entire house was soaked in oil and torched with a Molotov cocktail. The entire family was sleeping when it happened, none of them survived, and never caught the guy who did it. Rumor has it that when they tried to contact the estranged son, no one could find him. Anyway, a boss called and told me this, and I freaked out. Then he asked me to come to the gas station. "What are you crazy?" I said, but he assured me that the cops were there with him, then he dropped a bomb. The FBI were also in town, and they were going to talk to me one way or another, so I might just welcome in. It was about 715, and I wanted to go back to bed, but I figured I wouldn't be able to sleep much more anyway, so I went down. Four men and suits created me told me to have a seat. We went over everything two or three times until they got all the details down. I told them about Jeremy, security tape, last night at work, everything. Finally, after I finished, one of the agents said, "Oh, Christ, we've got another one on our hands." Then they made me sign a bunch of papers, and I wouldn't tell anyone about what happened, so I can't say much more. I might be breaking the law just by posting this. So now I'm home. I'm not sure what to do with myself. The agent's words when I told him the story are going to haunt me for the rest of my life. Anyway, I've got to go, have some errands to run today, and then I have to go into work to pick up some tapes. A boss and I think this new guy Jeremy, he's a complete creep, stealing motor oil, and I have to watch the security footage to see if I can catch him doing it. I have better things to do. My boss is paying me over time, under the table, and I'm trying to save him for vacations, so I can really use the money. Should be pretty simple. The oil always goes missing right after his shifts. I figure I'll just watch the tapes, catch him in the act, and that will be that. So the entity just like forget that he just did that. It's a time loop. It's a bigger time loop. I was in a bigger time loop. Yeah. He's in this like bigger pocket of that. I don't know where, so this is a story people share around a lot, talk about a lot. I get it. It's a fun little like, you know. Was it also just one of those stories back in the day that it was so new that it was like, "Oh, that's a cool way." I didn't know that you could approach creepypastas and that kind of way or something. Yeah. And I mean, like the idea of someone watching security tapes and time loops are fun and stuff like this. What do you do oil? What do you do oil? The arson. Fight against. It's tied to the arson somehow, because it's an empty lot and there was a fire a long time ago. So maybe Jeremy, Jeremy's obviously the estranged son, right, but maybe it's not so much an estranged son, maybe like Jeremy is some entity who's always been this age and like the family knew and then the house burned down. But maybe to the family, like there's still existent in a time loop for like the past 30 years. And Jeremy is the one like the thing causing the fire and now he comes here and it's starting to spread basically to other people. And now we see here that there's time loops within time loops because he thought that earlier the previous 90s, like, whoa, I just went through one, not realizing the whole day, like 24 hour cycle is a greater one as well. So it's some entity that's like messing with their experience of time and stuff like that. And also we don't know how far it spreads. because if the house that's on fire is in a time loop, then to them, they're still there. But to everyone else, it was a lot that burned down years ago. - Pretty sure I read a story. This is like a wild back, but it was like an Illinois, in Southern Illinois. There's this like O'Reilly's manager that was like dumping oil and like a bucket or something, and he was like, he would wipe his skin with it. - Mm. - Like you use rubber oil? - You use rubber oil? I don't know if it was used, but I just, I thought it hurts on the where he had, like some kind of bucket in the back, who'd like take off his shirt and like rub oil on his arms and his chest and all that kind of shit. I didn't know if it was going to something like that. We are some things kind of cool, but a little bit cool if Jeremy was leathering himself. - Also, I do like all these, you know, you're just going to find all these old stories. There's just like some, I mean, borderline autistic guy, almost always, and they're just like, yay, he's a freak. He's such a weirdo. Let's watch one of the cameras, 'cause I feel like he's stealing oil. - I want it. - I want it more cruel back in the day. - I want it called Jeremy, who flashes onto the camera. - No, but they call that glasses. - They first talk about 'em. I mean, how many autistic people do you know that can create time? - First of all, they don't know this. - No, no, well, first of all, they don't know that. I'm saying that from when they're first started, they're like, yeah, someone's the, yeah, yeah, the devil raises their head. No, I'm saying that the, I'm saying when they first talk about 'em, they're like, oh, yeah, he was a fuckin', what do they say? They said he was like slow and he was a weird guy, had a weird laugh. Also, I did, what do you think his laughs sounded like? What do you think his laughs sounded like to where that was like the one distinguishable thing about 'em? - Like either a Tommy Taffy like overly thing or like a devilish laugh. - I would imagine. (laughing) - Is that that crazy? That's a crazy laugh to, - If you, if I told you a joke and you went, (laughing) Yes, I would think that was pretty crazy. - I almost prefer that laugh over your laugh. (laughing) (laughing) - You, you get high. It starts lower that goes high. I don't know, you're like, you're the German in this situation, dude. Not, not, not, I'm gonna pitch in that security camp footage. You're just like waddling around, waddling around the store. - Why do I waddle? - I don't know. Well, 'cause they made 'em sound, did they not make 'em sound like a dopey bastard? - You just said that I waddle without precedence. - Well, the waddle is just because of the dopey thing. I mean, am I wrong, didn't they say that? - They definitely were picking on this guy. - Do you think that he like saw like, do you think he like saw-- - Is he not like a time-loving, dimensional thing that's caused the death of people and this don't have to be worthy of an entity? - I think so, yeah. The way he pops into the camera then disappears, yeah. - Oh. - He puts everyone else in these time prisons. - Well, if you, if you were an entity, why not just say guy? - It's not just a guy. - Why have three people come in and get like, cigarettes and a chocolate bar and gas for, I mean, like, what is that doing? - It's spreading. It's like, it started with the house. No, it's spreading to other places. - Oh, so it's just like infecting other areas in this time limit. - Yeah. - I don't know what his reasoning is, but the FBI seems on to it because of that hole we've got another one of these. So it seems like they're aware that it's spreading. We don't know why, but-- - I wonder what the laugh did sound like. Also, what do you think he saw? - Apparently it sounded like my laugh because it's worse. - Well, I don't think it's as bad as your laugh, but I think that the, not joking. Do you have a nice laugh? - Sorry. - Very nice laugh. - The, uh, what, I mean, what do you think he could have seen that would cause such a laugh? - Well, especially in entity. - But what are you talking about? - The entity's laugh. They're saying that Jeremy's laugh, he's like, oh, he had a weird laugh. It was always weird. - Yeah. I mean, he's obviously trying to fit in. He has a job at a gas station. - Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. That'd be weird. - You're fine. - I would say that's a fucking terrifying laugh. - Yeah. - He's like reading a, he's like a, he sees a shirt that's on like one of the racks of the store that says like, what's that one thing? It's just like, uh, I need to, uh, activate protocol coffee or whatever the fuck it is. What, what is it? - I need a firmware update in the firm. - Oh yeah. - Coffee. - I need a firmware update in the firm of coffee. He reads that shirt he does, huh? (laughing) That would be fun. Watch him. - I'm sorry, I think that motherfucker's chugging five W. - Sorry, I didn't steal in the oil. - Yeah. - Yeah, this story is a classic, uh, it's fun. - I guess. - Especially 14 years ago, especially then, the market for scary stores that was out there, so. - Sometimes I feel like this podcast would be a lot fun or if we were like eight. (laughing) - Yeah. - Like, because I feel like a lot of people when they were reading this stuff back in the day, you were, how do I interact with that? - Listen, I need a firmware update, I might need another one. I'm saying that kids, kids, uh, reading these for the first time might be like, isn't that crazy? - So let's do this. - I didn't have that, I didn't have that. What age did you start reading these? - It's 14 year old. - You'd be a fetus. - I was 12, 14 years ago. - So I mean, that's what I mean. - Yeah. - It's like, kids at age being like, are you serious? - Yeah, that's when all this stuff freaks me out, yeah. 'Cause I feel like sometimes our viewers want that. - Us to be scared? - I don't think, I don't think that's very scared. - We've been scared in episodes. - Oh, definitely, yeah. - But I'm just saying that I think that generally, there's a want or desire for someone to be like, that's awesome. - Yeah, yeah. - Is it bad that I'm not giving that? - I think it's a cool concept. I'm not like, this is a terrifying, super, like. - No, the strangest security we've ever seen isn't some magnum opus of writing. It's just good for when it came out and it's an inventive concept. It's not another creepy arson. - Yeah, well, the whole time it in, that's also another tale of like old creepyposses, when it's like, it's the haunted house down the street that they say the woman died at 10 years ago, like they always tie it to some like, you know, tragedy that happened back in the day. - That's just because, if you think about it, 2012, I mean, by that time ghost hunters and ghost adventures, all that shit was popping off, I feel like they tied in because that's what the show's the most horror movies did that to. - Yeah, true. - So, ghost horror movies have something where it's like, oh, well, we found this newspaper that said someone died in the house for years ago. - How about a fucking guy, how about a time entity that's using oil rubbing on a skin like that guy from the O'Reilly's that I read about? - Yeah. - And he's looping time to where it'll like affect his skin or something. He wants oil skin. - I mean, I think, honestly, you could have done the time loop thing without tying it into the old thing. And also, I'm kind of reaching a bit to make the connection between like, that's a time loop there and stuff like that. - Oh, I think that's what's implying, but it's like kind of a weak connection, which you can do without it. - Kind of a comparison. - Yes. Okay, let's start. - My biggest takeaway from that was that this like, supernatural time loop entity's name is Jeremy. - That's a rough name. - Well, he said let's call him Jeremy. - What is that supernatural time entity? - Name Jeremy is kind of a creative type. - Yes, his actual entity, his actual name's like "Forgon Lucifer." (maniacal laughter) - He's called Jeremy. - He drives, yeah, he rides to work every day on his Mongoose bike with four pegs. - Wow, you're so sweet, Harry. Thank you, buddy. - Very kind. Harry wakes me up after I sleep in an hour and a half. - Yeah, because I went down there and said go fucking wake him up is what I said. - No, not pointing to any names, but he does that. - Maybe not pointing to names as you, motherfucker. - No, I think, I think, you know, it could have been. It's really one of those like, you know, glass half full, half empty kind of things. But Harry brings me a coffee. And now he brings me Red Bull and Diet Coke sky. - Couldn't help but notice a lack of Capri Sun. I think that says a lot about your character. - Yeah, it says a lot about you right after you said you wish you were eight years old. - I'm saying that I wish that we were eight years old doing this so we could have fantastical experiences reading this. - I feel like if I was eight years old and I read that, my mind would be fucking blown. - Yeah, I'm sure. - That's what I'm saying. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. - That's what I was like. - The age of the average creep cast in your world. - I wish you were 12. - All right. - Also we could get our bikes. We could ride bikes to a recording. - You can do that now. - No. - No, not really. I'm saying that if I sat there, we did, hey guys, we're gonna go read a scary story down at my mom's barn. - Yeah. - And we get on my mongoose. You're on the back pegs. And we're like, woo! And we have a GoPro footage of that. People would love that. If we were eight, if we were eight. - Yeah, kids. Now you're like, I mean, I'm like 40. You're like, I don't know. - For what half these people would love to see both of us on a bicycle anyway. - I don't think there's any like, I don't think there's any structural bike that could hold me. - It's boring. - Maybe, maybe the mongoose. Maybe. - Is mongoose still a thing? - I have no idea. - Are they? - I think so. I think it's someone warmer. - You see? - Yeah. - Mongoose bikes. - That was a good story. - Oh yeah. - Yeah, I'd love to. - This is a pussy geter right here. - Okay. - That's what we're pretty cool. - Well, maybe not this one. If they don't have pegs then. - You can add the pegs. - Do the kids even care about pegs anymore? - I don't think kids are biking like they used to. - I mean, maybe they are. I'm gonna get my kid a bike. You know, when she's told me that's cool too. - See now, I'm just, you know what I had when I was younger? Or not what I had when my buddy had that I used to ride when I was younger? - What? - That was a fat little boy. And I had, my buddy had one of those fucking, remember when like West Coast choppers was really big? Are you so much younger than us? You remember when they had the, it was like an easy rider motorcycle bike. But it was in the shape of like, it had like the fat back tire in the skinny front tire. - I think I've seen those parts. - Impossible to ride up hills. It was horrible. But it looked so cool. Oh, let me see if I can find a picture of it. - I had a bike kind of like that. My parents, we got really into biking for like a couple years. We'd go to like these parks and bike around and stuff. - The parents always had townies. Those really nice, was like the gears. You could switch and stuff like that. I thought those were cool. Yeah, he doesn't care about them, he's whatever. - Oh, I mean, that's a cool thing about your parents with a tandem bicycle or whatever. - The, oh, they're called stingrays. That's what they're called. - That would explain why they don't work on hills. Is there for beaches? - No, it isn't the coast. - No, no, here it is. - This was a legitimate bike you could get. - I mean, I 100% see how a kid would get like co-- - Oh my God, I was a kid. - Yeah. - Oh boy. - I've taught it impossible to go home. - 'Cause it looks like a motorcycle. - Impossible, especially with my fat ass ankles and stuff trying to push some pedals here, right? Hold on, guys. They feel like that. - I'm coming, hold on. Come on. - I want to take a moment to think today's sponsor, Ridge Wallet. Because Ridge has some of the most durable and stylish wallets on the market. Normal wallets clog up your pockets, making it impossible to take your phone or keys out. Put in a normal wallet in your back pocket leads to bad posture and back pain. So what to do? Well, do what I do and get a Ridge Wallet. Ridge has taken their game-changing wallet and made it even better with Ridge 2.0. Ridge 2.0 wallets have the perfect balance of form and function. 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Still seem to be an active rider. We will have their account linked in the description below. But this story again, here he says, is in line with the last one. That was a good catch. My video doorbell since a motion detected alert every night at 253. I found a forum full of users experiencing the exact same issue. That's something seriously strange is going on. So, another Creepy Security Camera video. Hunter, are you ready to get into it? Yeah. Okay. Damn, get fucking good. There's a pretty strong there. Oh, fuck. Hold on, move your thumb from the top. Is that okay? I thought you had it upside down, okay? I love Capri's thumb. We can act like we're eight if you want. This would be cool or how it on? I don't think we could have started our platforms and had this whole audience going in that same time frame, but you know, I would have had to have started YouTube when I was two. So. That'd be a good combo. You wanna make a podcast, little boy? Well, I see. What did you say? Yeah, I would be like, my mom told me not to talk to people like you. Your mom's dumb. That's what I'd say. This is some Pennywise energy. What are you talking about, little boy? That's what we need. We need like, we need a child to sit right here. I'd be like, that's scary. How's that freaky? Are you scared? I'd say what, I've been. Capri's thumb makes me gassy. How, it's liquid. I think it's the, I think it's whatever the chemicals they put in the fruit. They say, well, they say it's all natural ingredients, but I can't believe that. Okay. You're gonna put all natural ingredients in this kind of container? Probably the coffee. Coffee with Capri's thumb probably can't be a good combo. You know, though, it'd actually be, well, no. I don't want to show her face like online until she's old enough, but my kid. And, but that would be excellent. If we're still doing this thing in a few years, I'd be like, was that scary? Did that freak you out? No. Okay. Okay, well, there's your consensus. That's good to know. How much longer do you think this has? The show? How long have we been doing it now? What? Kind of ask, we would do it for like, how long have we been doing this three years? Three years, we're pushing on a million subs. Typically, the role of thumb is after five years, you're either like, pack your bags or you're in it for the long call. I think at a million subs, which is like, now. No. I don't know, we're like 40,000 subs away at a million. I think we, we fucking, we ride off in the sunset. We leave 'em wanting more. So you ready for the next story? Let's go to the next story. The following are posts from the Roost video doorbell help form. After my phone started spamming motion-detected alerts, did a quick Google search, stumbled across this thread and created an account. Okay, so it isn't obvious. My username is lighting nations. Dates are in UK format. Motion-alert triggered every night at 253. Dan King, 22. Posted on 2710, 2022 at 306. I'm trying this again because the admins are a bunch of whiny snowflakes who cry whenever somebody uses, okay, so actually, you know what, immediately. I think you should be Dan King after reading that person. That's a you quote. - He's British? - Yes, but he's talking about snowflakes. So whatever you think. I'm trying this again because the admins are a bunch of whiny snowflakes. - There it is. - Who cry whenever somebody uses a not-a-word. There we go, that's all I wanted. - Was he British? - Yeah. - Video doorbell sends motion alert to my phone every night at 253. Text support keeps saying it's picking bang and gate or squirrel, but that's rubbish. All the camera sees is a patio from furniture. Can all get some assistance, please. - Well, I'm so glad I did that. All right, reply from too many toe-fats. - I'm in the-- - Too many toe-fats. - Oh, yeah, 'cause that would be top-fats. (laughing) I'm like, what's a toe-fat? - Too many toe-fats. - It's my gout. - Too many toe-fats. I'm in the exact same boat. 253 each night, like clockwork. There's weird pixelation, distortion in the footage, but it works like a charm the rest of the time. Monitoring this thread. To text support, not good enough, reply from Paleo 10. Mine's doing the same thing. Blade phone goes off every night, and I get an alert with garbled footage. The support lines aren't much help. I've muted notifications for now, but it's a bit pointless having the camera, if it won't warn me, and the misses whenever someone's breaking in. A solution would be much appreciated. Cheers, reply from Dan King. - Glad to see it is only me. Open all the phone and check, go, it's a dice. Juicy-less. - reply from deleted user. - Hi, Dan. - There are instructions for-- (laughing) - I have a notion that that's how it goes. - Hi, Dan. - Hi, Dan. - I've been so emotionally calm this whole time. - Thank you for your patience. There are instructions for fixing this exact issue in the user guide page 53. I've attached a PDF version here. Authors note, I've not included the link. Follow the troubleshooting steps, and you'll be good as new, reply, Dan King. - Not a guide for a video doorbell. Those are instructions for installing a Samsung smart fridge. Did you upload the wrong file? How is it supposed to help anybody? This is as a bot forum for Ruce Video Diamonds. Idiot! (laughing) - They are in all caps like that to be fair. (laughing) I mean, it's like the maddest this guy has ever been over a doorbell. - Reply paleotin. Dan just ignored that poster. He's a troll and pretty sure that's his sixth account. Reply from Dan King. - Doesn't this fucking you did not have anything better? to do. Maybe just get a job with Bruce Jackson for the, I mean, it can't be that hard. Good news for what? Technical morons? Sydney replacement? I just had a shout at them for three hours, useless or swear. I scrolled down and it's another reply from Dan King and the entire message is in all caps. The replacement sends the same allowance, no motion in the garden, no intrudence to animals. I've checked the video feed and there's nothing. Just a fuzzy shape I've rated these idiots one star on Amazon. Replied from lighting nations. Hi everyone. Hi everyone. I'm afraid I'm in the exact same boat, triggering in 253. Video feed comes out garbled but is fine, works perfectly the rest of the day. Tech I said it might be a low tree branch blowing in the wind but I'd expect to be receiving random alerts spaced out across several hours, not once per day at the exact same time. I spent a fair chunk of change on this thing and now roofs won't issue a refund. Only replacements. Reply from deleted user. Sorry it's my fault, Dan. I was in the garden piping your mom down wearing camo gear, which is why you couldn't see us. No funny. I was really funny after Dan blows up like I was really like sorry, Dan, I was doing your mom. I was digging I was deep digging your mom with my willy. He got the accounts deleted because Dan just killed him. Reply from Paleo 10. Okay so I'm not so sure the doorbell is actually the problem. I got held up at work last night. The choice of working in IT and was heating dinner at 253 when the microwave fritzed. The digital clock blinked on and off for a full minute. Meanwhile my echo device stopped mid-song and I got another motion alert. One minute later everything went back to normal. Well maybe get an electrician round to have a look. Also the footage distortion keeps getting worse. Now in the alerts it kind of looks like there's static except it's warping around the garden. You really gave my wife a heart attack. Apply from lighting nations. It's interesting about the electrics. Keep us posted. Apply too many top hats. A TV fritz just now. Same problem as Paleo 10. Blinked on an offer. Full minute. Right as the motion alert came through. Do you think maybe these things are draining power when they do overnight software updates or something? I'm not very technical. Might not make sense just a thought. I'm just going to check for grid faults with the council. Such is life in the south of England. Empty office blocks, ride in hunger and now potential rolling blackouts. Lovely. Reply lighting nations. Tell me about it. I'm in Blink. Stories you hear are heartbreaking. Reply Paleo 10. Seriously? This is spooky. I'm in Blink as well. I'm tempted to say there's a faulty batch of doorbells sitting in an Amazon warehouse somewhere that are going to start blowing fuses. Or replacements on the way out to me by the way. Ranged before noticing the problems with the microwave. Had the electrician round and he saw no problems. I'd have smashed this thing already but the misses saw how much I spent on it so. Holy shit. This is too many top hats reporting to you live from Blink. And the 12 points from England go to. Not but seriously. Roo ships internationally. Weird we're all in the same city. Councils say everything's fine by the way. Apply from New User PixyChick01. Hi. Experiencing same issue. I feel like actually you know it. You should also be PixyChick. Just given the screen name I feel. Hi. Experiences same issue. Also in. Or apply too many top hats. Quick update. The guy who lives three doors down for me also has a Roost Doorbell. Different model. And he has the exact same problem. Motion alerts and muddled footage 253 works like a charm at all other times. Also we're both now getting garbled audio like feedback wine from an amplifier in the recordings. The fun never ends. Reply. Damn King. I mean sick of this rubbish. Can't say what I really think because of stupid admittance. Now getting somebody outside alert. They sent me a third device. Now it's told if one goes off again tonight. I'm going to go outside and rip it out of the door frame and send the repair bill and sick of this. Just so much energy once. Have you ever got really mad with a customer service person? All the time. They're not human. I don't talk to them as if they are human. Like I'm proud I was when I could like read. Yeah, you can't like readjust. Should you're like, yeah, I'm better than them. Yeah. Wait, is that another reply from Dan King? Actually, the device is working now is attended. Go outside at 253. Check the camera. All right, so Dan either is like super okay or he's. No, Dan's fucking dead. Yeah, there's skin walkers. There's a fucking over Dan like a British skin walker. Uh, it's working. Go outside. Go outside. What would you call a British skin walker? A skin chap. Wow. Yeah. A skin chap skin. Chapskin. Chapskin. Oh, chap skin coming down the block. Okay. So I'm on the property. Dan King's turn himself into a chap skin. That's how it works. Yeah, you dirty chap skin. I mean, skin walkers kind of a slur in itself, right? It seemed like this ancient monster that like steals the faces of what it kills. And it's like, oh, what we got here? A skin walker? Thank you walk around in people's skin, huh? It's hosturally. What? I don't know. That's a, I mean. I like that. I mean, skin walker. What are you from over there? Skin walkers and native legends. So British rush really would not interact with one. I like chaps. I like chap skin. Yeah. Oh my god. It's a thing of mystery. It's a chap skin over there. Yeah. That's like we'll see it across the way. Yeah. That makes sense. Chapskin. You filthy chap skin. Yeah. Yeah. When you're at filthy, when you're at filthy, dude, it really changes the tone. Hey, get behind the. Hey, hey, drive him out of chap skin. Those blocks can't drive. This used to be an ice neighborhood. Reply paleo tin. I've got my replacement installed and this one bugs out worse than before. Now the bell rings for one minute nonstop and I get constant. There's somebody at the door alerts hearing that stupid jingle in my dreams now. I won't even show the wife the footage because it's like a figure made of pixels keeps ringing the bell. Also here in the high pitch screech when I play back footage. I'm seriously about to go all office space on this thing. Apply to many top hats. Yeah, I'm confused. Dan, could you elaborate? Preferably with less capital letters and more punctuation than usual. Apply paleo tin. Dan was right. Go outside at 253. Check the camera. Lighting nations reply. What do you mean check the camera? Check what specifically? Too many top hats. Yeah. Plus one. Please elaborate. I've got the same problem as paleo now. Lightning. Full minute of somebody at the door alerts and constant ding dong ding dong with multiple distortions about the garden. When I play back the recording audio from outside, it's all screechy. Also the app is useless. Tried to saybling alerts on the phone but they still came through. Already it couldn't sleep because the wind keeps banging the gate. This is the last thing I need. Foot up to be honest. I'll be hearing that stupid two note chime in hell the way things are going. One more night of this and I'm grabbing the sledgehammer. Let's see if it detects that motion. Reply to many top hats. The others were right. Go outside at 253. Check the camera. Apply lighting nations. What? It's freezing this time of year. I'm not getting out of bed in the middle of the night to check the camera. I've decided to get a ring device instead and cut my losses. It's already been ordered. Cheers. So then that's the end of the forum post and now it's back to lighting nations account. Later that night my phone buzzed on the bedside table. Like always, motion detected alerts started coming through at 253. Pulled up the grainy feed from outside and in it there were vague suggestions of figures scattered about the garden. By the fence post, under the tree peeking through downstairs windows. Meanwhile the soft two note chime rang out. Ding dong ding dong. It happened again and again gathering speed morphing into a hysterical scream. Ding dong ding dong ding dong. I got up and peeled back the curtain just a few inches. All of a sudden there came a pounding from downstairs. A furious thump thump thump. So powerful the windows and doors almost burst from their housings. Didn't what are you smiling about? I'm Harry Dresden. This is my neighborhood mother fucker. It's him. I was I was thinking about that like halfway through. I'm like it's just that guy. Let me in. Where is she? Who's Harry Dresden? The guy that went like, you know, the guy the viral ringer. Oh, that video. That's right. That's right. I'm Harry Dresden. Which also, that's like a video game character's name or something. Open the fucking door. Now. I'm just picturing that guy out there with that door, but that's like, yeah, it's like the bell is like, ding dong ding dong. Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong the house became alive with movement It felt like being trapped inside a tornado everything around me rattling and quivering storm shutters scratching against walls the letterbox wrapped in a way ding dong ding dong ding dong I sprinted into the bathroom and barricaded myself inside and called the police phone buzzing with a course of non-stop alerts there's someone at the door there's someone at the door someone and then out of nowhere the house lowered its voice and went back to sleep checks my phone 254 now trembling I brought up the feed from outside there was nothing except a peaceful garden and the quiet section of street that lay beyond it two officers turned up checked the footage and dismissed the encounters a mixture of a technical glitch and overactive imagination and some nasty weather when I next clicked onto the forum there were four new posts two fifty three time to come outside reply paleo ten it's two fifty three time to come outside reply pixie chick oh one it's two fifty three time to come outside reply to many top hats it's two fifty three time to come outside that's pretty fun that's a fun little story of like this entity that's like at this one minute for whatever reason this area it's going door-to-door trying to convince people that they need to come outside and seemingly they join it or it consumes them then pretends to be them or something like that but the fun thing told through like a help forum for a doorbell thing oh yeah it's a die cook I'm sorry it's okay it's okay sorry you don't have to apologize I understand what happened man times creepy huh what like time time itself clear because all right so that was lining nations you can check them out we linked in the description below hunter we have one more story today all right that story is I was an air traffic controller at Atlantic Municipal Airport Iowa for 27 years first year at the job I willy willy went from a firm atheist to a believer and the story is posted by I nace the name is I in a a c a the profile picture is terrifying yeah they just kind of fucked up so Michael Jackson needed potato I think that's Michael Jackson that is it I don't think so they posted a lot in our slash golf and golf and stuff like that about four years ago they were they were they were starting talking about how they have cancer now that's making more making it more more difficult to play and then they post a lot of our slash cancer about their condition and stuff like that and then they haven't posted in three years it's pretty rough man miss this set this is the second person we've come across that we're just like people have recommended the story and then you find that person just pass it's such a weird part of this podcast even just being like an internet user stomach across peoples just completely live interactions like you look at these comments you're just like all these are people that are just you like the life but now there's so much documentation out there now that it's just like you're gonna you're gonna keep seeing this like people years from now we're gonna see stuff or like whenever work on to they're gonna see that stuff that's insane you know like it's just it's odd well I mean it's it's kind of like you know people always say if it's on the internet it's there forever which is normally meant as a negative thing but in other ways you know you have something like this where 11 years ago this guy wrote a story that he thought was cool enough to post online and other people even after he passes still recommended still think it's a cool story still pass it around I remember there was the there's this YouTube video I got him Jacob Geller he makes like these really cool video essays but he was talking about this video game where the plot of it was like it's these eternal beans that are trying to figure out how to make stories basically and the resolution that come to the end is they can't understand storytelling because they're not human they're not temporary creatures who know loss and life and stuff like that and Jacob Geller said something at the end of the video I think about all the time he said stories are our immortality they're a kinder collective immortality I've always thought that's such a cool way to look at it it's like all of us contribute to this one thing that a piece of us lives on forever sure it's not all about us but in that way we never die I think that's a really cool idea and this is an example of that where he's gone we didn't even know he was gone because the only thing that we were introduced to was that it's a cool story some of that staying so that's pretty cool so I Nice I have their account linked in the description if you want to scroll through see what I'll say for it and stuff like that but in honor of them hunter are you ready to get into it my uncle and aunt came to visit me here in Atlanta we got to talking about all sorts of general things you know how family is but we somehow ended up on the topic of strange and supernatural this is when my uncle started telling me a story story that he says will hunt him all the way to his grave I stopped him two minutes into it got my laptop because I wanted to write it down for no sleep these are his memories almost word for word forgive the non-traditional writing are you typing you are okay okay and your friends on the internet will read this all right but warn them that these are just old man's memories okay so back to the beginning so I graduated from Fordham in 1974 and still had no idea what to do times were different than we were able to find jobs easily god I remember companies practically begging us to work for him but I didn't want to do some shitty dash job for the rest of my life so I waited the one day while flying to visit your aunt Thanksgiving I caught myself being fascinated with the complexity of air traffic systems it's all took I decided to become an air traffic controller by the time I turned 27 I had passed all of the necessary tests and have accumulated enough experience to be hired and work without a supervision thing with air traffic controllers is that you don't really get to choose where you're going to work in the beginning sure we all wanted to work at JFK or Hartfield Jackson but those jobs just weren't available to us rookies so I had to take a job in a bum little town in Iowa called Lannick it was literally a single landing strip in a damn cornfield I had to pay my dues and the money was alright now small airports like these usually only work eight to five but this particular strip was in such a geographical location that there were a lot of flights going above us at any time so we needed to stay open until 4 a.m in case of emergency landing by staying open I mean I had to sit in the control tower and there was one security guy sleeping in the airports only terminal it wasn't that bad really I'd bring my books and crossword puzzles and spend hours on the phone with your aunt you know they say that the air traffic controllers most stressful job in the world well I was bored 99% of the time and that 1% was guiding small cessinus into my cornfield airport so why am I telling you all this well about three months into my job something started happening something that even today I can't really I'll save you the talk about the supernatural but what happened at that airport just ain't right February 20th 1979 I remember it like it was yesterday it was your regular winter night in Iowa wins and freezing cold no snow I was supposed to work till close although we didn't have any flight scheduled run 1 a.m I received radio message from a small cessinus about 30 miles from the airport they were having really bad snow storm up in Omaha needed to land here in Atlantic I guess being open light was justified after all got my binoculars out verified the visibility and started gotten the aircraft though it was really windy out there they managed to touch down I look through the binoculars to verify the landing went okay and that's when I saw her for the first time just walking down the runway as if it were a normal street was this woman shit I don't know now there were about a hundred things wrong with the situation first the woman was wearing some sort of short summer dress or a night gown she was barefoot believe it or not normal person would be cold dress like that during the summer let alone our winner and then you had to wonder what in the world was this person doing walking down the active runway and how the hell did she get there to begin with flight 84 this is Alex from air traffic control do you happen to see a woman walking down the runway towards you ask the pilots who just landed still watching through binoculars I saw I'm open the door of the plane to get out started walking towards the woman not gonna lie at that point I was having a lot of fun not much happened in the Atlantic Iowa this certainly wasn't entertaining I couldn't wait to hear her story my bet was that she got in a car accident near the airport well pilot walked up to her and I could make it he was saying something I saw I still through the binoculars her lean to his ear and almost whisper something to him he just stood there for good 10 seconds with another of the moving she was still lean close to his ear and he snapped out of it I guess turned around and literally sprinted to the plane when I saw the propeller starting to rotate I jumped on my radio flight 84 what are you doing no answer flight 84 I repeat what is happening nothing then the plane started moving speeding up flight 84 you did not have permission to take off I repeat you are not cleared for takeoff there's no answer that damn session kept speeding up and took off nothing I could do really besides making sure that no other planes were from above us at the time. I tried one more time. - Flight 84, this is air traffic control. What the hell is happening? - Then my radio started making wide noise. (coughing) Was all I could hear coming from the radio? - Flight 84, please repeat, you're breaking up. - What a night, I thought. Radio started transmitting again. - Run, run, run! - Flight 84, did you see the run? Please repeat yourself. Nothing else came from out of the damn radio. The plane was long gone. - Dude, I was in a air traffic and I went to set. And then the guys like, run, run, run. I'd be like, well, all right, got it. - You only need to tell the traffic control, yeah, no, fuck. - Yeah, you're alone in the whole airport. - Yeah, it's just you. I'm good. - Yeah, that's okay. - All right, I mean, I'm either running immediately or I'm never leaving that room again. - Yeah, I'm still forever. - 'Til sunlight and I'm like, someone's gonna have to pull me out of here. I sat in my chair, trying to decipher what just happened. Run from what? What the hell, and then it dawned on me. The woman grabbed the binoculars. She was looking straight at me. Yeah, no. - Even, no. - No, absolutely not. - Good 200 yards away at night. She was somehow looking straight at me. Eyes opened so wide. It's hard to explain what she looked like. I guess, you know how when someone's super surprised? I don't like that, right? - It's like the, yeah, like the impossibly wide eyes. - Almost like she has no eyelids. - It kind of reminds me of the image of the woman in my head, the image of that girl from the beginning of the first VHS. - Oh, sure, yeah, yeah. - I want you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That's what she says, I like you, yeah, yeah. Like, when you startle someone in their eyes, just get so wide, some sort of fence mechanism, I suppose. That's how she was looking straight at me. - You don't know where I am. - At that moment, she started running towards me. - Some fucking barefoot demonic bitch running towards me, he gave me. - Fuck that. - No, I had my parachute backpack and I would do. I'd be gliding out of that. - Oh, wait. - Oh, oh my gosh. That always freaks me out and stories are like movies and stuff where someone, you can see something running really fast, but it's far enough away. - Yeah, like the binoculars kind of thing. - Yes, yeah, you look up. - She started running towards my tower. Like, not jogging, but really running. Still looking straight at me. I swear to you, goosebumps ran all over me, like 10,000 cold hands. - What do you mean by that uncle? - You know, well, we've all had 10,000 warm hands. - Oh, that was kind of a fun analogy. - Imagine if the lights were cold. - You know, I'm not one to get scared. - Shit, I spent six years in Vietnam. Something about this situation. - I don't know, there's something. - Something kind of funny about this thing going, but you don't need to wiggle off of here. Something about that pilot telling me to run and this woman running towards me. Something seemed so wrong. - Joe, are you there? Joe? - I blurted into the radio. Joe's our night security guard. He didn't answer. Shit, I looked through the window just in time to see the woman run into my tail. - Oh my god, dude. - Bro. - I got the one pilot. Like, the one pilot desperate to back to his plane and he just had to plane and just just took off his plane. It's actually such a fun visual now, it's not funny visual now, it's okay. - Run, run and like, he doesn't say anything to the guy except run, run, run. - Yeah. - What a loser to not give any data, not be like, you need to leave the tower, run, run. This guy helped you to land your plane. - Look through the window just in time to see the woman run into my tower. I heard the door downstairs slam open. I honestly didn't know what to do. This wasn't a rational situation, you know. If it were some sort of terrorist or whatever, I'd know what needs to be done. But this, was this situation malicious? It was certainly strange and that exact weirdness that not knowing what was happening is what made me run into the bathroom and lock the doors. As I turned the lock, I heard the control room door slam open. - Oh my god. - You know, in your generations movies, just your quiet footsteps, your seven-vaders, slowly looking for you and then the shadow show up under the door. Well, this was the opposite. As soon as those doors opened, chaos began. I tried peeking through the keyhole, but all I was able to see is fast shadow running across the room, accompanied by tremendous noise. I swear, I was so shocked that at one point, I nearly opened the door just to see what was causing all this. Then a heart slam into the bathroom door had me nearly fall on the floor and then nothing. Silence. I could lie on pretend I was brave enough to get out of that bathroom soon after, but I wasn't. I'll admit it. I stayed in there the whole night, waiting for the morning shift. Around 7.54 am, I heard a familiar voice say, "What the fuck?" It was Clark, the morning shift controller. Opened the door to see a scene so twisted that even to this day, I remember every detail. Control room was nearly totalled. Radios ripped out, papers and manuscripts everywhere. Radar screens smashed to pieces. When the police came, I gave the floor a port. Took 11 days to repair all the equipment and get the room fully functional. Security guard on duty that night was fired. They even started considering installing security cameras. I know, I know, today that seems like a normal thing to you, but it wasn't back in the day. Police had no idea what to make of it. It just urged us to report anything suspicious. I used the 11-day break to sort myself out. And by the end of that force vacation, I was convinced that all of this was caused by some deranged woman, possibly a mental patient, whenever we sleep at night, right? Came back to work on March 4th. I was a bit worried about working nights again, but I was convinced that whoever did this was far gone by now. The next month or so was very uneventful. Just how I liked it. I was scheduled to get hit with the big snow storm that day. Most of the flights were grounded, but some were still in the air. And I had to work. I hated it because if we did get hit with heavy snow, I'd probably end up being stranded. I wish that was the worst thing that happened. Around 11 pm that night, when it was already snowing big time, I received radio message from a small private jet that was some 50 miles away. They were getting caught and heavy winds in the pilots, wanted to land on our airport immediately. Now, jets like that would traditionally be too big to land at our strip, but the emergency like this called for overriding of guidelines. Snowing heavily by that point, thankfully we had to clean up crude deice and clean the runway before they headed home, so it was still in decent condition. Again, back then, we were way more relaxed about the rules. I took a look at the strip to make sure it was clear. Not a nowhere. Just when I forgot about her, she appeared. She was just slowly strolling down the strip, about 100 yards away from the tower. Her bare feet slowly moving across the freezing asphalt. The worst part about it, she was looking straight at me again. Again, those crazy eyes. This is when I realized what the most disturbing thing about her was. She wasn't blinking. I was looking at her for a good two minutes, winds and snow blasting in her face and she wasn't blinking. It was almost as if she didn't want to lose a millisecond of looking straight at me. Oh god. Flight 676 maintained. I repeat, maintain the altitude until further communication. Traffic control, this is 676. That's a negative. We cannot maintain with head winds like this. We have to land. Are we clear? We're six minutes away. I couldn't risk the lives of people up in that plane. I had to land despite this, whatever this was, walking down the runway. I cleared the land 676. I put down the radio and looked through the window. She was now some 10 yards away, coming closer to the tower. Though I shouldn't, under any circumstances, leave the control room. I ran down to the first floor and locked the outside door. I knew she was close and I knew she was coming. I got back to the room. I heard the radio. Looked up through the window and could see the plane in the distance. There was no trace of the woman on the runway, beside a breath of relief. I was going to deal with this issue after the jet had safely landed. At that moment, a loud noise broke through the tower. I didn't want to believe it, but I was afraid that the first floor door had slammed open. How the hell? I locked it. I know I did. I think Goosebumps overcame me again. Almost as if my body could feel something that I couldn't. My first instinct was to lock myself in the bathroom again, but I couldn't. I couldn't leave the radio. Footsteps on the metal stairs were getting louder. She, I assumed it was her, wasn't running at least. But the violent sound of footsteps made me think she was what? Slamming her feet into the ground with every step she made. 676 is traffic control. I have visual confirmation, clear to land. I heard the control room doors open. This is when I realized just how afraid I was. You know, I'm almost 70 now, and I'm not embarrassed to admit how scared I was at that moment. Matter of fact, I was so scared that I couldn't even turn around if you can believe that. I just couldn't face what was behind me. This was very unusual because I was always composed and rational. Always, whether it was being stuck in a ditch and a Vietnamese jungler being nearly hit by an 18-wheeler on the highway. This calm, and there I was, staring straight at my radio, unable to turn my head and face it. I'm sure your friends on the internet will laugh and how I reacted, but I guarantee most of you would have been sick. I guarantee most of you would behave the same. Your body just doesn't behave normally when you're terrified. Traffic control, 30 seconds out, here we go. I slowly press the talk button on the radio. My teeth literally chattering, and I felt a cold breath on my neck. She was behind me, breathing slowly into my neck. I could feel the lips move up to my ear. You know how when you're a kid and someone was messing behind your back, making faces or bunny ears, and you could somehow feel it? I could feel the mouth, an inch from my ear, though I couldn't even see her with a corner of my eye. I was still nearly paralyzed. I admit, I used to be ashamed of my inability to act in this surreal situation, but now when I look at it, no one can tell me they'd react any differently. It just wasn't an earthly situation, you know. "Come down, to feel the calm down." Whisper crawled into my ear. You normally think that hearing a voice would somehow diffuse the situation, or at least brush away any thoughts of supernatural, but that voice was so different than anything I've ever heard. I'm not a writer, I can't explain it. It was cold, human, even. But what scared me the most was the anger I felt in it. Though she whispered, I could feel the rage, and I don't even know how to put it into words. Her voice lacks something that every other voice had, I don't know. The woman behind me snapped back, and I heard what I assumed was running. I forced myself to turn around just in time to her running out, bigger foot. I made myself say into the radio. Though my legs were still foreign to the rest of my body, I propped myself up and looked through the window. I was expecting to see the woman running out, but she was nowhere to be seen. I thought that she was still in the building. This time I managed to get the security down the radio, and it showed up a few minutes later. Due to full walk through the tower, no trace of the woman. I started feeling relieved. Only when the police showed up. I started feeling relieved only when the police showed up. They thoroughly searched the building with no success. They did notice the trace of footsteps coming from the neighboring cornfield at the tower, but there were no prints going back. Imagine my situation at the time. Just take a second to think about it. You're the only one to ever see this woman. I'll call her a woman. I wouldn't be surprised if the police started thinking that I was hitting the bottle there in work. I decided to keep it to myself until I could prove there was this person disrupting or haunting the airport. I couldn't really quit, and honestly, would you? Probably not. I mean, yes, these were two absolutely surreal experiences, and I did feel some sort of intangible hazard, but I didn't think my life was ever in danger. I decided to stick with it. Winter was almost over anyways. Spring brought more horror than winter ever could. Into part one. I gotta say, this is pretty good. I've vibing with this tone pretty much. I like the, like, for one, what a G to have that thing behind you and not abandon your pose for the plane coming in. Sorry. You could have done that on the show. That would have been funny. I see. I got you. Yeah, he was like, air traffic control. Gotta go to the show. I think that this is a fun setup with the creepy woman, and it's like you don't know what she wants, but it's clearly hostile the way she runs and now she wants them to come out to the cornfield, and it only shows up when there's emergency landings. So I think it's pretty cool. It's a cool concept. I think that the uncle's a G for surviving through this, and like not abandoning his post when most people would. This is a really cool story so far, I'm excited for part two. Are you ready? I am ready. Part two. Part two. This won't make much sense to you if you haven't read my first write up from a few months back. Again, this was a conversation with my uncle. It was an air traffic controller in the landing municipal airport in Iowa during the 70s. This is a count. Word for word. I'm just tying it up. The City Council finally listened to me and decided to install a security camera. Due to municipal bureaucracy and limited funds, or so they say, they only mounted one camera that could stream video to the control room. Stream? Not record. Let that sink in. Who installs cameras at only stream? Town of Atlantic does. That's who. Anyways. I had to pick my battles, so I had them install a camera in front of the tower door. That way I could always see who's outside. A good month has passed since the last encounter, and to be honest, the horse started it all away. It was still fresh in my mind, yes, but the lack of new developments had me thinking it all ended as quickly as it started. My mind. She was probably some lunatic who decided to move on. Then, on May 3rd, I received a memo letting me know I needed to stay late that day, since some local politicians' plane was due to land around 10 pm. Naturally, I guess, my mind went straight to thinking about the crazy girl. You know, this was the first late night for me since the last encounter. 9.45 came around, and there was no side of the plane. I didn't care though. My eyes were glued to the binoculars, searching for any movement on the strip. Even a minimal commotion, and my heart would race. Then, God, it still scares me to this day. And for some reason, I decided to look down at the monitor that camera was streaming on, and my world turned upside down. I expected her. I really did. You can expect something unnatural, but you're never really ready for it. You always hope that it was just your imagination or something. But no. There she stood, right in front of the camera, in her summer white dress. She looked different though. She was holding her arms as if she were freezing. She was shaking, and I could hear crying through the shitty speakers they gave me. This wasn't the entity I remember terrorizing me. She looked up at the camera, and though the picture was grainy and black and white, I could see tears in her eyes. Please, it's freezing out here. She cried at the camera. Audio was obviously out of sync as she opened her mouth, and voice would come through my speakers much later. Please. I'm not sure what you do in that situation, but I immediately saw an opportunity. If I can bring her in and call the security guard, I'd finally have the proof that I wasn't making it all up. Jerry, get to the control tower. Right now, please. He said as I stood up, he's going to let her in. I think because he's like, it's the proof that I need, and she's like desperate, I guess. Just have him come look at the camera. Well, that's not how they do it in Iowa. You know what? I don't care what happens. He's got it now. He made it all my good will, though. I've got to let this thing inside. I walked down. I know. I shouldn't have left an active control tower, but this was my chance. Drop the door open, adrenaline burst through my pores, I mumbled with my voice cracking like a schoolgirls. Shit, I was scared, man, you know, you're opening the door for this thing. She was still sobbing, hair covering her face. I was shaking. Not sure whether from cold or fear or both, but I needed to get her to come in. I stepped out. She took a step towards me, still crying. Ma'am, are you alright? Spoke again, this time more firmly. She moved the hair off her face and looked me straight in the eyes. Damn, I can't explain it, but her eyes, although still filled with tears, just weren't the same as on camera. They widened and I swear to you, she wasn't blinking. Ma'am, please step back. Did she move another step closer, just open the door for her, open the door for her. What's all this? All right, baby, sweetheart. I'm going to need you to take a step back. Hey, babe, I have a baby girl, I need you a doll. I need you to take a couple step back. Did you take a baby or what the fuck? This is like my impression of Nick's discordance, yeah, you need to take a couple step back, yeah, my lady. I said, she moved one step closer, now about a foot away from me. She repeated, oh, she's saying, ma'am, please step back. She repeated my words, nearly freezing blood, oh, she's nagging him. Ma'am, please step back, he's always like getting a boner, he's like, oh no, yeah, this is like a skin walker thing that's been haunting the cornfield for years. And he's like, oh, come on in, I got to show someone else that you're, I got to kill my friend, outchapskin, my legs gave in and I almost fell to the ground. Her voice. Her voice wasn't the same one that spoke into the camera. This voice was genderless, it's a word. It was, they them. I think it's non-binary. Her voice didn't belong to a woman or a man. swearing to you. But that wasn't what petrified me. To these goosebubs, now you know I'm telling the truth, right? Her voice came out with delay. Just like on the camera. Her lips moved, but the words came out a few seconds later. "What the fuck?" My mumble just leaned against the door and I'll believe in what I was seeing. "What the fuck?" She mumbles back at me, that damn voice coming out after her mouth closed. "Leave me alone, get the fuck away from me." I screamed at her and I mean screamed. I'd never heard myself this lab before. "Jumulation of all fear and anger," I suppose. She took a violent step towards me and her face got so close to mine, I think her nose touched me. She opened her mouth wide as if she were screaming, but it was silent. And then, seconds after she closed her mouth, scream came out of her throat. It was unearthly and so piercing that I was completely shell-shocked and unable to do so much smooth. I was frozen still and spot and she, without moving her face from mine, she raised her right arm and pointed at the cornfield. Her eyes were so wide that they didn't look human anymore. She just stood like that for 30 seconds or eternity in my time, not blinking. I couldn't take it anymore, I just couldn't. I gathered all of bravery I've ever had and I pushed her. Look at the camera and do the scream, but don't make the sound and editor edit the thing in. Don't scream, but do your mouth as if you are screaming and then editor will put the scream in, once you close your mouth and it's emanating from your throat. We have to be pointing like you're at a cornfield. I have to point like I'm in a cornfield. Like you're pointing at the cornfield. Oh. Is that good? Did you like that? The way your mouth curled on that was so funny. Now we scream now. Let's do it together at the same time. Get ready? C'mon! It looked like you're holding it in a burp. No. Wrong false. Unlike invincible creatures in today's books and movies, she fell as any normal human would. She fell on her back, but as soon as she hit the ground, she got up unnaturally fast. I mean no human I've ever seen got up with such speed. At that moment I was certain this was the end of me. But as soon as she stood back up, she turned around and ran towards the field. I don't want to stop her. I'm not sure I even could. I stood there for some time, trying to figure out what reality I lived in. And then finally gathered myself enough to climb back to the control room. Security guard showed up. Get 35 minutes later. Give me some bullshit excuse for taking so long. Politicians playing landed late as well and I chose not to tell anyone about the encounter as I was running the risk of sounding insane at that point. I didn't know what to do, but I didn't know that she wasn't going to leave me alone. I spent the next six nights of the airport glued to my binoculars, scouting the ground for any movement. I talked the guard into doing a walkthrough of the strip every couple hours, just on the off chance that she'd be caught. Naturally, I didn't tell him what we looked for because I didn't want to sound crazy when he found nothing. It was not seven since the encounter. I was spending my hours staring down the binoculars. I saw the guard walk around 8.45 pm. Saw me in the tower, so he laughed and wave, giving me thumbs up. I wasn't going to work. He wasn't about to get caught. I showed up for the next day's shift. Everyone was giggling in the break room. What's going on here? I asked Juan to join on the fun. Oh, you know, Jerry, the guard said Burston's laughter with the others. I really don't. What's the joke? Well, I was just telling the guys about your boring nights. He said, "Chuckling and air quoting the word boring." What do you mean? Oh, come on, man. It's only guys in here. It's all right. No, I really don't know what you mean. Well, I didn't see you guys last night, so I was just telling the boys how good you have it up there in the control room. What do you mean, you guys? What'd you see? Come on now, man. I saw you and your lady friend up there last night when I did the walkthrough. Remember me waving at you? Dude, how do you like? All right, moving out of Iowa, changing my name, going to the other side of the country. Absolutely not. It's like, man, I can't find her. She's just floating behind you the whole time. Yeah, also this guy saying, he sees an ethereal being like floating behind him. He's just like, "Oh, boys, get these dicks up there." Brothers getting it. Yeah. Fuck you, Jerry. What the hell is there? Like reversing a VHS memories from last night started pouring through my mind. Nothing happened though. Nothing that I could remember. I was looking at the airfield the whole night. Jerry even saw me and waved and nothing was out of the ordinary and his wave, his laugh, thumbs up. Yeah, I saw you a lady friend standing behind you when I waved. I'm sorry. I didn't know it was a secret. I don't know how my legs worked, but I used them to run out of the break room, squirted by laughter from my co-workers. I don't know how to do funny visual. That description is pretty funny because it reads like this. It's funny for everyone else because he walks in. Jerry's been telling me about like, "Hey, I had this girl up here." He's like, "Oh, we saw your lady friend." And he's just like, "Duh, duh, duh, duh." We saw your lady friend. She was up there licking your bow. Okay. We don't need to count. We don't need to get all the graphics up there anything. No, I think we can all zoom. Hello, girls. We're on heels up in the air. Okay. Okay. I'm really air-heartened. She was not slating. We just went to her Oh my gosh. Okay. First thought. They snipped in licking your butthole. First thought. There's something funny about somebody just ain't butthole, isn't it? How off do you actually your butthole now? Feel like when you're a kid, you're like, you used to always say like, "You're a butthole." Yeah, you know? But now you know, I haven't, I don't know, I love it. We can be eight if you want to act like we're eight years old. I won't be eight years old again. Okay. Please. Also, Jerry rules, by the way. Yeah, Jerry's is pretty cool. I was 35 minutes late. I was in being 35 minutes late when he's like, "I need you here right now." He's probably 35 minutes late because he's like, "Oh yeah, I don't want to go up there and watch you get your ass eaten by your lady friend." He's saying Jerry worked at the World Trade Center. You think they're like, "Hey, we need you to come check something out." He's like, "Yeah." And he turns the corner. He's like, "Oh my gosh." He's a ghost of their two eating another guy's ass. All right. He's not a good during impression. First thought. At least I wasn't going insane. Someone else saw, you know? Second thought. What in the god's name? She was behind me? For how long? And how in the hell didn't I hear her? Honestly, I had no idea what to do at that point. The only hope for my well-being was that she get caught by someone other than me. Otherwise, everything I said to anyone would make me sound insane. I didn't hear. No water. It sounds like somebody eating a bowl of chili behind me for the rest of the eight. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. It's not what was happening. It's not like you're in a bowl of chili. It sounds like a rot-why-you-to-ball-a-pettigree. There was a scary woman behind him. That's all that was happening. That's what was happening. Yeah, I don't want to just quit that job in Iowa. I wouldn't either. Ah, his chair is comfortable. Yeah. Herb in the Miller. My Werner. Who would have thought these gaming chairs were this comfy? I have a Herb in the Miller and I think a firm doesn't do that. It's cool that we got those Herb in the Miller's that clean your bottom. Oh, I'm moving that control down. Two weeks had passed by with no further site. I hate how much poison that's stored for me now. Imagine him like leaned over on his elbows with his binoculars looking out the window and behind him. Two weeks had passed by with no further sighted of her. Then, sometime in early June, I was still scanning the airstrip every night. Okay, I saw her at the edge of the field. She just stood there. I must have watched her for two hours and she didn't move her finger. She didn't. I hate you. She didn't move her finger. And she was knuckled. I hate. You know what? That's the worst thing about it. I hate these jokes. They're so gross. But you're funny. And that makes I must have watched her for two hours and she didn't move a finger she just stood like you straight at me 100 yards away in the control tower After the initial shock and again every time I saw her was a shock to me I did the only logical thing and picked up the radio I called Jerry and asked him to do a walk through Soon as the door of the airport bar and opened she slowly walked back into the cornfield never taking her eyes off me By the time Jerry walked by where she stood she was long gone It's happened every night for the next eight days She'd stand at the edge of the field staring at me and not blinking and every time Jerry would come out she'd slowly disappear into the field One night I called Jerry up in the control room for a simple whiskey hoping she'd come out and I'd show her to him It's always so convenient in movies though, isn't it? The NETU's existence you're trying to prove never appears before witnesses, right? Well Jerry came up and we shared a nice bottle of Jack Daniels over some small talk I was discreetly keeping on the cornfield at the same time she always appeared I noticed movement in the field and there she was came out of the field and frozen the same spot She always does had to be careful of so excited man. I was overrun with emotion. She was finally about to get caught But I had to contain myself so I could look somewhat sane while telling Jerry what was happening Hey Jerry, do you uh do you see what I see as as I handed in the binoculars? I'm by the cornfield Him staring down the strip for the longest five seconds of my life When the world's that girl doing there man the sense of relief All right, I something to tell you I spoke calmly Took about five minutes to give him a gist of what was happening all the stalking control room destruction incident on camera Jesus, man. Why did you tell me something earlier? Would you believe me if I did you just shook his head? All right, Jerry said as he stood up you call the police and I'm gonna go down there and speak to it there I'll hold her until they come all right Jerry You do that, buddy. Yeah, good luck bud. I always strong a soldier Marching off to do what's trying to shreds at the end of the runway all right Well, take care of it. I wanted to tell him to be careful. I wanted to even stop him But more than anything really. I wanted it all the end I dialed 911 while I watch Jerry walk down the strip toward this this thing by the field She wasn't moving matter of fact. She was still looking straight at me She whispers his ear and he does deadsprints to a plane What do you think she whispered to the first guy that made him run? Probably the didn't she say come to the field whatever whether something like that maybe yeah Oh, I don't know if you saw a woman outside and she said come to the field That wouldn't be immediate reason to take off in your airplane, you know Good to show. They'd have to whisper like Something about me. No one else knew or like a dead relative's name or something like that What would they say? What would they have to say for you to get in a plane and fly off? It has to be like like if I had a family member that recently died They said like they're waiting for me or whatever like in this random person just knows about that or something that would that would I'd be like alright. I'm out. I'm leaving because if some if I saw a woman like realistically outside of the story If a crazy woman came up, it was like come to the cornfield. I'd be like what is this? Crack addict doing on the runway. It's like no, I'm not gonna do that Stop to get away from me It was late and Atlantic such a small uneventful town. The cops said it take a good 50 minutes to come to the airport Binoculars pointed at her as Jerry approached. I saw that he started to talk to her She was still looking straight in my eyes all the way from there Then without taking her eyes off of me She leaned towards his ear whispered something I don't know what I'm not a lip reader It took a step back then another one Turn around and looked at me. I've never seen such a terrified look on another human This man was beyond himself face so petrified Then he even resembled the Jerry. I knew he ran into the field Bro Jesus is all I could say She was still looking at me only she had this what do you call it? Misbehaving smile on her face. I had it that pilot and Jerry both ran away from her after she whispered something to them And I why was I still here? What was happening to me? I Had it I ran down the stairs and out of the tower. She was standing in her spot as I ran to her I could see she still had that smile on her pale face No more talking so I was in a movie and I wasn't about to let her run again I tackle her It sounds funny. I know, but I ran into that bitch and I hit her hard We both hit the pavement as soon as I got on top of her I noticed she still had the smile Even though there was a big cut on her forehead. She wasn't talking. She wasn't resisting She was laying there smiling at me and bleeding heard the car pull up by the strip and you can imagine how thankful I was when I saw it was the police over here here I screamed as I held her down though. She wasn't really trying to escape So cops ran toward us. I looked her one last time. Why? Why? I asked so frustrated so angry she just smiled even water See you later alligator she was what Got cringe. Oh the line's kind of cringy. Well, I'll get it may have some grace. Hold on. She whispered second before police officer pulled me off her Her words came out with the lay again. That wasn't the last shock of the night. Help me officer this man This may was trying to kill me. Girl cried as the officer helped her up. He tried to murder me I was speechless this woman. I thought she was what a demon Was now acting human I was sure she was finally caught but as the cop turned to me. I realized I Was alone on the strip nearly choking a defenseless woman. Jerry was nowhere to be found Take me said is the officer stepped towards me. The sins of helplessness was the most overwhelming feeling I've ever experienced, but please don't let her get away Spent the night in jail certain that I was gonna be found guilty for everything It's the only witness long gone to who knows where When my buddies from the airport came to bail me out in the morning. I was so tired. I didn't feel like explaining anything I just told them that If Jerry were here, he'd tell you what Jerry's at the airport right now It doesn't disbelief, but I didn't want to waste a second 20 minutes later. I was standing in front of Jerry. Jerry man. Why don't you tell anyone? I asked early crying from all emotions Tell what Jerry answered his laughter looked around the break room. That was now full of co-workers Jerry, I went to jail because of her man. You got to tell him Look man, why don't you get some rest and we can talk about this later, all right? Jerry said in a condescending voice patting my shoulder I lost it. I just start crying. I was the most helpless man in the world. There was nobody that could help me And this hurt more than not understanding why Jerry just acts as if nothing happened last night I walked out of that airport never to come back Three days later I received a letter in the mail giving me a formal. You've been terminated notice followed by a call from police department saying that no charges will be filed as the woman. It's nowhere to be found I moved to New York to live with hearing it after that I never did see that woman again. And to be honest to this day, I'm not sure what I dealt with If I'd put my hand on the Bible, I'd say it wasn't a human stalking me those nights in Iowa There's a little bit more the story so the the alligator line I was gonna say could have some grace because it almost sounds like something like someone would tell a kid or a thing like that So without what I talked about with the skin walker how it would have to be something from my past I was thinking maybe see a later alligator was something from his past Maybe something his mom used to say to him or something like that and that could explain it But we haven't got explanation for that But that's why it that was fine to me because that's what I thought of sure that's probably something from his history Right At that point my aunt walked into the room. Is he talking about that woman in the Atlantic again? She said trying to look irritated I was just telling the boy about what happened to me worth knowing what's out there Oh stop it Alex pull guys doesn't need to listen to your rambling rambling rambling bitch You did that rambling rambling how about that since I left that damn airport has had 41 air traffic controllers quit How about that? Well, I think it's time to go. We overstayed it as it is My aunt said trying to get out of the awkward situation. Oh, walk you out. I'll walk you out When we got outside the house my uncle said in the car, but I had to ask my aunt Was that all I started but she interrupted oh goodness no We don't like to talk about it, but you're gonna start at his depression medication around that time and it affected him in a strange way It was back when medications weren't well researched. That's why he was let go and unable to work at airports again and the woman Yes, there was a girl there Look at the cops got him off before he did any damage, but He's been under control ever since no incidents knock on wood As she opened the car door I whispered one last thing and all those controls you quit. Is that true? My aunt smile went from genuine ones one that was very obviously forced We better get on the road before night falls honey call us sometime You got our number You know see you later alligator So is the implication there then that she became his wife Like it killed build his wife and then became. - I think that's what it's assuming. - Yeah. - But I don't know. We're in an unreliable narrator situation now. - Yeah. - Well, he could have said the skin walker. (clears throat) - No, well yes, yes. But also the, 'cause all the stuff that discredits his story came from her. - Well, also it's a thank you about being, I mean, we're also hearing from him though being like, well, I don't know why he didn't say, I don't know why he didn't defend me. - It could also be that he was on the medication, started to see things, loses mind, got fired. And then maybe his wife says see you later alligator, so he imprinted that on the story. But if you view everything literally, his wife was killed by the skin walker at some point in replaced, right? Probably similar to what happened. - That's a creative reach. I don't know. There's nothing to assume that the skin walker killed his wife. - Or what happened? - She said see you later alligator implying I'll see you later and now the wife saying it. - No, I understand but I'm just saying that like, I mean, I guess we assume that the creature found him in New York and killed the wife 'cause that's where the ant was at. - I think it's implying it followed him. And like at some point replaced her. Some like that. 'Cause I think that's the same thing that happened with Jerry. 'Cause Jerry gets freaked out, runs into the cornfield and then the next day Jerry's, they're like, what are you talking about? - What are you talking about? - Yeah, so I think the skin walker was probably just the, it's like one or several replacing people like that, yeah. - Well, there's one thing to take away from all of this, it's fuck cancer. - Yes, yeah. This is a very fun story, it's very telling a story. It's a shame that the author was taken too soon. But I am glad that stories like this from them, we can still read, we can enjoy, we can talk about. 'Cause this was a legitimately creepy story with her staring and running into the tower and stuff. All that was great. This was very well done and it's a tragedy that is taken too soon. But I'm glad we still get to enjoy what he wrote. - Fuck cancer, fuck cancer. Hey guys, thank you so much if you've been listening on audio platforms like Apple's podcast and Spotify. We appreciate it, nice rating there. And also thank you to our patrons who do support this channel, we do appreciate you. Once again, I just want to say, fuck cancer, that's my final thought. - I also don't like cancer for the record. I just want to come out that I'm staunchly anti-cancer. - And tell that time guys, we will see you in the next one. Stay creeped. Goodbye. - Stay creeped. - And again, cancer. I don't like it. Just where I'll know. - Fuck cancer! - Fuck cancer! - And I also feel similarly. 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