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We're recording in a waffle house. This was a hair brain scheme that I had that hunters graciously allowed me to do. I feel like you're my dad taking me to the park. Like, oh, they've got the rides today. Like so. It's the last batch of record. It's the last of the recordings that we're doing. Yeah, we know. So this is 11. This is recording 11 and 3. So this is our little like fun getaway time. Yeah. Should be good. So I'm alive right now. Today we're reading O'Malley's Family Restaurant. So the story is called O'Malley's Family Restaurant. And it was written by it's a bit of a streetby bus.com, they had four of us up here. Okay. I'm not seeing an author. Can we get it? An author check real quick. I'm a fan of it. Sometimes they don't post that shit there. Well, fandom, it's just like the story and they don't give a lot of detail to it. Concept. Standby's. It normally doesn't happen. O'Malley, no right now. This coffee's going to run through me. It won't idea what I'm taking the camera to the bathroom with me. And whatever, and whatever horrors that happen, then that's totally fine with me. Everyone's going to be a part of it. You know, I boldly said earlier, I was like, oh, I'm not going to, uh, I'm, uh, wait, by IES. Hold on. I think I found me. I had it, but it's weird. I'm at it. O'Malley's Family Restaurant. Creepypasta. Author question mark. According to this YouTuber. No one knows who wrote that way, so O'Malley's Family Restaurant, who? When was this written? Was this like a, before 2010 kind of story? No, it was posted to, well, the YouTube video, so I'm read was three years ago, but I guess the story could be older. I'm not seeing on the website. Is this a mystery author? Sure. I'm sure. I think it's a mystery author. I'm not seeing the date this was posted. Yeah. I don't know when this was posted or who posted, whatever. Who fucking cares? It's called O'Malley's Family Restaurant. We're having to read from our phone, so we're not, I'm reading the Waffle S menu. He's reading the Waffle S menu. I'm going to be reading from my phone, so it looks like I'm texting and stuff. Just know that it's, it's me reading the story. They just look at this game for him. You got him. Yeah. You're on your camera the whole time. I've just drawn the pictures of guys kissing you. Uh, are you, are you a little out of your element right now? 'Cause like you wouldn't yell creep cast. I'm horrible at recording a public. And now you're afraid about being accused of being on your phone when we're clearly reading the story. So. Well, I thought, I didn't know if people are going to think, I didn't want to sit there and have to be like this and the people are like, oh, you just saw this phone the whole time. Which would be obvious, but I don't know. You ever watched something, you're like, it wasn't even paying attention, you was just on this phone. No. No. I see that sometimes. Whatever. Dude, I'm human. I think. I will say. And I, my life is filled with love. I'm so, so, so thrilled to have you. Wow. You can't take this from me. And then also for people wondering, we're not fucking going to order food and be gobbling it up. You know, you said that. And I said that too. I'd be like, I'm not going to order some afterwards. But are you going to order? I've been thinking about a waffle. Are you going to eat one waffle? We are at the house. No, no, no, no. I'm going to eat like, uh, an actual, what, a delicacy after we record, but during the recording. But I feel, I feel, I feel like we should at least, usually order and have it on the table to set things. If you go to the bathroom, I'm going to order a waffle. Can I have one normal waffle? Is there seasonal waffle still the firework one? I think it is. No. Hmm. No, but if it's something else, I want to know. It's probably still the, the, uh, popper. It's just like pop rocks on there, which was good a few times, but I'm not crazy about it. Um, actually, listen, Jim, a peanut butter waffle. There you go. Yeah. There you go. There you go. I'll do it if you ever. Yeah, exactly. Yeah. I'm so happy right now. You're about to say something. Just like, oh, you're like, listen. No, no, no. I don't know. No, I think that's totally cool. I think, uh, I'm ready to serve. I'm ready before that. Yeah. I cut you off because I was excited. I don't ever remember. Okay. I couldn't tell you. It's really clear because there will be accusations of this. Uh, we are not paid to do this. Uh, this is a trial run that we're trying to do with him. Yeah. Please. Go ahead and notice me. Bridge the gap. Please. I've been in their Instagram comments for a year. They'll post something and I'll come and be like, hi, and I'll write in like, yeah, up in the little asterisk. It's like, you're picked with sweaty notices, you points fingers. Um, I was wondering, could we be partners? I think Kayla posted a picture because what this isn't a joke. I'm, I sound a little too crazy right now. Uh, when my daughter was born, I was wearing a waffle house t-shirt. I didn't think about it at the time, but Kayla posted a picture from the delivery room and was like, Isaiah met our daughter in a waffle house t-shirt and tacked waffle house. The waffle house was like, congratulations. And I replied and I was like, thanks for noticing me, Sympath. I love waffle house. I like how this, it's literally just a southern restaurant this serves waffles and eggs. You know what I like about it. Do you want a coffee? You could go. I will take a refill if you don't mind. Also, hi. How are you? Hi. I'm just a waffle dancer. I have a perfect. Could I actually, I know I said earlier that I wouldn't eat til afterwards. Could I get a peanut butter waffle? Perfect. I'll do a, uh, I'll put it in order to them. I'll do. Are we getting food food right now? Sure. No, well, I don't want to like eat. Eat. I'll do an all-star special. All right. He's going in. All right. I'll do scrambled eggs. I'll do bacon. I'll do hash browns. I'll do cheese on hash browns. I'll do white toast and can I do a chocolate chip waffle? That was a respectable order besides the scrambled eggs. The best thing, the best thing to get here and the thing I get every time, you get the cheese steak hash brown bowl as it comes with the onions and then you put two eggs over easy on top and then catch up. You need to calm the fuck down. I'm so excited. I'm fired up. Although I will take you up, I will order whatever you just said. Thank you. This guy gets it. He understands. Will you be ordering a bowl too? We've had an entourage of people ordering steak bowls then. Yes. Do you want the, what I got, all right. He wants a cheese steak hash brown bowl with the onions two eggs over easy on top. Do you like your eggs over easy? Perfect. Excellent. Trust me. Just like a traditional poke bowl. Look. Well, I love about waffle house, is it, and again, not paid, not sponsored, not just asked to do this for myself. We're just here. We walked in, we're like, can we record and they're like, we don't care. Well, I love about waffle house is regardless of where you are. Regardless. This is true crap footage. This is true. This is you about to murder me. I'm going to go for a partner later that night. That you're not going to ruin this for me. Where, regardless of where you are, it is the same quality of work. They're always hospitable. They're always eager. And it is the same quality of food that it always tastes like a good American hash brown bowl. What a violent so statistically at wall files. Because it's the only restaurant that's open 24 hours everywhere. So at two things happening at 11 a.m. The morning. Exactly. So again, a lot of, a lot of violence happening between the hours of 11 a.m. of three feet. I've ever seen a waffle house a minute night. I've never witnessed a daytime fight in a place. All right. Day time. It's always the old guys. It's time. That's when it gets. It's a waffle house plus. It's like the new game plus. Well, you want to start reading. I was at a waffle house in North Carolina. We had just got off hike and we had walked over there because it was across the street from the park. Right. Right. And one of my friends didn't wear enough gear and he was shivering. And the wage. Oh. Thank you very much. much. Appreciate you. Thank you. Thank you very much. Appreciate it. Thank you. We went to this Waffle House grocery. One of my friends had gotten cold and he was shivering. And the lady, the waitress, brought him a blanket. We were like, where did you get the blanket from? And she said when she worked at a waffle house on the southern border of Texas, there would be people to come in at night. And they were freezing and everywhere to go. So she started bringing blankets to work and handing them out to people as they were like walking through and stuff. That is the kind, that attitude, that love of humanity. You do not find it in the other chain restaurant. What are you doing? I tried making a paper airplane out of an napkin. It is not sturdy enough. But I tried. You are in church. Show some respect. I'm sorry. Thank you. So with that, we are reading O'Malley's family restaurant. Also in the comments, let me know what your Waffle House order is. Mine is better, but I'm just curious. I feel like me right now is how you see me all the time. Actually, that is a shrily accurate actually. But I don't care. What you're going to get is over easy eggs in the jalapeno bowl. You know what's funny is the level of promo I'm doing right now for nothing. Yeah, for nothing. Because anything else if this was paid, it feels so fake. But this is just passion. It's just love of the game. Anyway, are you ready to begin, Hunter? Yes. Let's begin. Junger siblings tend to do. I absolutely worshipped my older brother, Calvin. He always seemed like the coolest person in the world to me. Show me that. Oh, my God. Dude. I thought it'd be funny because the editor is like, wow, bro. That's the most disrespected. I've seen people fistfight on these floors. That's the most disrespectful thing I've ever seen someone do here. I just think it's funny. You keep it going. Whatever you blur, whatever. And it's a funny edit. We don't even stop it. It just keeps going. As younger siblings tend to do, I always I absolutely worshipped my older brother, Calvin. No matter what he did, it fascinated me beyond belief. Everybody liked him. He was president of his class, a star-based fall player. I just had an all-around great personality. Why did you scoff at that one? No one really likes the president of their class. Do they? Now, if it was a star-based fall player, it's pretty good. You know, it's funny. Yeah. I was a class president. That was, yeah. Yeah, man. I've actually, you know, I've been, they haven't done one thing, but he take care, man. I have a good, they've been. Appreciate you. That guy's a hero. We have to leave all this in by the way. The extra stuff that's all this is for an audience. Oh, okay. So just pass out here. Do you want some of this hunter? No. I just say no like that. I just don't, man. What the fuck? I'm gonna be shamed for not wanting your fucking funeral. I want you to play with me. You topped up the fucking bowl. They didn't even get the bowl. I'm gonna eat it after we're done recording. I can't be reading and be like, this is an occasional treat. We'll go ahead and pace. Yes, thank you. I'm gonna order the bowl after we eat. Well, give us at least a breakdown of like the texture, everything else. When you cut into this, what are you looking for? Okay, so what you're looking for, because they're all, the waffle house waffles always have the really shallow parts, so you can't overseer a bit. Really, right? It's always on the top. We can. Come on. I'm really can. I can. So with the peanut butter, I mean the waffle house waffles are always like very, not doughy, but like very soft on the inside. So as long as they're not on there too long, they always taste very soft and pleasant. Right. Oh, this is my job. I'm at a waffle house for recording a scary story. 10-year-old me would be so proud. He'd be like, dude, we're awesome. My job is being handcuffed to a manchild who's obsessed at waffles. Thank you so much. Yeah. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. That was an incredibly rude read. I'm going to do I'm going to do the exact same thing. I'm going to get my butter. I'm going to smear around here. Uh-huh. And really, truly, I think that in people are going to say, well, this episode was a bit of a wash because they did because they didn't read the story as fast as they normally do. I'll tell you the real horror of this is diabetes. And the future that I have with it, if you look at the amount of butter here, if you think that I'm making it two or three more years on this earth, you God, you are just apt. You couldn't have read it more wrong. You said five years the other day, you've taken yourself down. Well, I mean, look, what's what what what am I doing tomorrow? You're going to be like, well, any moment now. Yeah, tomorrow, I'm going to be like, well, it was nice seeing you, buddy. Hopefully, I'll see you in two weeks. If not, it was nice knowing. Yeah, you drop me off of the airport and in the car cranes off into the railing. I was like doing the pentagram and it goes in. I don't do that. I did. I just did just for to finish like I said, you can't go over. Look at that. That is clearly over. You are desecrating this place to me right now. Look at this fucking swamp. I just afford it. Why do I want to take you anywhere? I should have done this by myself. You don't button in your shirt. What are you doing right now? Mm hmm. Oh, it's good. Oh, it is. Thank you. Oh, go ahead. Say now. I would say he isn't like this, but he is like this. Oh, it's good. Oh, no, no, no, no, it's fine. You know, I've worked with this man for three years. Yeah, he's like this all the time. Thank you. Someone understands. Oh, my gosh. It's good and good for you. I'll tell you what this, I'll tell you what this mean. This whole this whole meal is high protein. Sugar and coffee. You went from scared. No, it was her. You went from scared to yell in here. It's pretty confident I'm button in your shirt. I have to just break the mold at some point. Okay. Oh, yeah, yeah. So this is my order. So this is the thing. Always good. No, no, no, it is his. I'm just showing it off for the camera because it's my, this is my go-to order. So she's steak, hash brown bowl. You got your hash brown, she got cheese, your onions, your eggs, and your meat on top. It's delicious. You put ketchup on this. It's a whole other ball game. Catch up. Got to catch up. All right. Anyway, Calvin, older brother, glass president, baseball star, all that. Why don't you tell me the scariest thing that's ever happened to you at a wall in the house? It's the scariest thing that ever happened. Because I actually have a horror story. I mean, every time I go to one, there's always something strange happening. And I think this qualifies. But like last one I was at, there was like a marching band outside that one of the waitresses was like a marching band director in high schools to choose outside just directing them. I'm like their strides or whatever. So it's always something weird. I'm trying to think of a scary experience. There's been times I've been in one by myself. And it's been kind of like odd or like someone walk by looking and just kind of like just strange people walk by. Nothing to what's your horror story. My uncle PJ was drinking coffee here. He's drinking coffee at a at a Waffle House and he got food as well. He had a stroke and was blind the rest of his life. I watched him have a stroke. Have you seen anyone have a stroke? We watched your uncle have a stroke in a waffle house. How old are you? 12. Wow. What did you do? Yeah, unironically. Your uncle was having a stroke next to you and you kept eating waffles. Whoa. Oh no. Oh no. Did anyone help him? Oh, tons of people. There's so many events that have happened to you that make so much sense. What am I supposed to do as a 12-year-old? Actually, standard side. I mean, I guess it's like as other people are helping him. That's all you really can do, you know, or go. He went stiff and he was basically well he was really fucked up because everyone in my family called him porky pig for a long time. That's when it happened. He did this. He was like, whatever, whatever, because your brain kind of skirts out, whatever. Because he was like, say some drink coffee and he started to say some. He's like, like, this wasn't exactly, but he's just like, yeah, I need to get more oil and make oil. Like that and start doing that. I was like, what the fuck is wrong with you? and then it kind of all sets in. Oh my gosh. He's blind still. Like I said there's so much to make sense about you. God damn I'll tell you what a little bit of chocolate chips in the in the hash runs there. A little salt, a little sweet, not bad. Never is. No sir, so let's get down reading the story. Calvin, hold the brother. Don't tell you right now I'm not gonna make it. Even that half cup of coffee I'm telling you I'm gonna have diarrhea. Should I take the camera in the bathroom? Oh yeah. I think I should keep reading while you're doing it. So the camera can cut back and forth you. All the girls thought he was such a stud much to my surprise. Now those older Calvin wasn't a stereotypical monster. I think that's why I got along so well. For one thing you would never dream of hurting me in any way. When I told my psychiatrist this they couldn't believe it. An older brother that never once tortured his younger sister. There was no way one of those existed anywhere. Calvin was different. He never heard of lie. His bedroom door was always open whenever I needed someone to talk to. He let me lie on his floor and listen to his Led Zeppelin records with him while I did his homework. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. That's a two of us grew up. That doesn't have to be weird. That's a two of us grew up in a small town in the middle of Rhode Island. We only became closer. Maybe it was because of our family situation but we both needed each other greatly. Our father was an alcoholic. Breach. He'd always come home drunk and take out all his anger on us. Calvin never let him get to me though. He would let me sleep with him in his bed most nights so I wouldn't have to hear our parents fighting through the bedroom walls alone. My mother was a saint. She was one of the only people I could turn to for help. She was the only one besides my brother who understood the pain. Sadly she died when I was 13. The autopsy showed that mom had an overdose on pain killers. They were wounded as accidental but I was never so sure. After she was gone our father only got worse. It got so bad that the second he graduated Calvin moved into an apartment on the other side of town and took me with him. Our father barely protested. British sure he never wanted kids in the first place. From then on it was just Calvin and I on our own in the big world. That's a bit of a hack too. Put a little bit of salt on the hash browns. A little bit of salt. I can respect that. That's a respectable pick. You don't have to do it on the cheese steak bowl because you get the salt off the cheese steak off the steak because it's seasoned in there like salt and pepper and stuff like that. But I do agree. Stand alone. He attended the local community college and worked part-time at a grocery store. I'm gonna shit my pants in. I'm not a big coffee drinker at every time. It wasn't the most glamorous thing. But it helped to get the food on the table. I was hard to look after. I was deeply disturbed after such a tough childhood. I wasn't good at making friends or being friendly. But mine. Your only should do. I should've done a canned cold brew. I think that would have sit a little better. I like for me cold brew is always worse. That goes straight. I drink coffee all the time and that goes through me quick. Really? Yeah. But my brother never turned his back on me. We were away from our broken home and we're just happy that each other. At this point in our lives that we made the biggest mistake we ever could. The two of us didn't know it at the time but at this day I still were picking up that phone more than anything. It was the end of summer around 1976. The winds were brisk as early September was approaching fast. Calvin and I had been on our own then for about two years. I was 15. He was 19. I remember that I was sitting at the kitchen table finishing my homework. Calvin was working on fixing frozen TV dinners. The phone was in the living room. I jumped up immediately when it started to ring. Hello? I asked this is a little girl. Hello? I asked it to the receiver. It was Joey Malone. Joey was my brother's best friend in high school. The two of them were practically joined to the hip until they went their separate ways for college. Joey was in Miami and I could hear the long and first friend in his voice. After we call him for a brief moment he turned serious. I rolled my eyes playfully and handed the receiver to Calvin. I could hear my brother laughing from the living room as he caught up with his old friend. They must have been on the phone for a good hour because I had already taken our TV dinners out of the oven and had finished mine by the time Calvin walked in. Hey, sorry about that, Laura. He smiled softly, taking a seat across from me. I may never believe what Joey's been up to. Cocked an eyebrows, suspiciously. Is he a mar. is he on America's most wanted already? No, but he might as well be. His neighbors are going to. his neighbors are going to Bermuda for a Labor Day weekend. And he saw a monster party in their house while they're gone. He's invited us to come and crash. Can you believe it? He chuckled, taking a bite of frozen chicken. I should have known right then that we shouldn't go. He's illegal to break into someone's home, but even more illegal to throw a party in it. I should have known that it wasn't a good idea, but I was naive. 15 year old girl. And all I wanted most in the world was to be a legend like my big brother was. So of course I agreed. Calvin and I plan to drive up to Joey's house. It would take us about a day from Rhode Island, but the two of us were stoked. They didn't even notice. We spent the long car ride blasting the doors on the radio. This was definitely when I felt most content. It was the best time of my life. Well, tonight I know the trimmer that we'd be thrown into later that night. If I had, I would have made Calvin turn the car around and drive off a cliff. We've been in the car for about 13 hours. It was around nine o'clock that night when we noticed that we were in no wear land. Our Mav said we were in New Jersey, but it didn't seem like it. Wait, weren't they starting in. They're starting in Rhode Island and going to Florida, right? How is for 13 hours are they in New Jersey? 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It's been driving through nothing but trees for another hour before I finally declared that we were lost. My brother had the crazy idea that his best friend was some kind of genius, but I knew better. Calvin was getting tired and I was getting restless. I'd been sitting in the same position for too long and couldn't feel my legs. Can we please pull over somewhere? Or wind? My bubble gum slowly losing its taste. Don't you think I would have about two hours ago? There's nowhere to pull over too. Calvin replied, "South limit cough." Turned into a slight wheeze, which caused my ears to perk up. Are you okay? I asked him. It's certain feeling my voice. He nodded, brushing it off as just a tickling his throat. Usually that would have been enough to z-interst me. For that night, I was on full alert. Calvin had already bad asthma. I'd almost lost him many times because of it, which was scary to think about. Almost as scary a seamless road in front of us. It was about 30 minutes later that Calvin began to get frustrated. "Shit." Crumpled to himself. "The check has had no idea what he was talking about." I didn't reply. I knew he wouldn't admit that I was right. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable with our surroundings. It was weird that we had driven two hours through nothing but trees. I only seen another passing car over 50 miles or so. I didn't want to admit it, but I was scared. Where were we going to sleep on the side of the road? Thought of that creep me out. Both of us were hungry. At one point, Calvin had asked me to check the map to see if there were any rest stops or motels anywhere close. There weren't. Not until it was about 10-30. Calvin was practically falling asleep at the wheel when my eyes fell upon a small speck back on our ancient look. map. Calvin, get up. I shook him. Excited, rising in my voice. There's a restaurant coming up in about 20 miles. Size popped open. Are you serious? Yeah, it's called Waffle House. Oh, hold on, hold on. We don't know, we don't know what o'Malley's is that too? Yeah, it's a just giant child bit of memory. Yeah, it's a bit. Waffle House is like, no, I'm like, no, no. I couldn't believe our luck. It did strike me as odd that this was the only sign of civilization for hundreds of miles, but I was so hungry, I didn't care. I gave Calvin the directions of the place. There weren't any signs in the pitch black forest, but I knew that we were getting close. I could feel it. Pretty soon, Calvin turned and there it was. You can still see the neon sign in bright lights. O'Malley's looked like your typical 1950 style diner. It was a small building. It was large-class windows making it easy to look inside. I could see a few people sitting down. Calvin parked on the dirt road outside. I jumped out anxiously, dying to stretch my legs. It's a lot colder in that area for September. I pulled a sweatshirt over my head as Calvin buttoned up his jacket. I could smell coffee and homemade pie dripping out through the sliding glass door. Calvin and I walked side by side. As I looked up at the sign, I noticed there was another part to it that I hadn't seen before. It's flickered every now and then in the moonlight. O'Malley's family restaurant, Motel on East Side. It almost seems like this is getting prepped up as like a white fall. That's what I was thinking. It's like a final stop or like the other sort of thing out there. I've come across some waffle houses in some weird places, you know. Well, it definitely seems like when they were driving, they definitely like, I don't know how they drove through some kind of they crossed over because they're in New Jersey, quote-unquote after 13 hours. I'd say what? Driving 13 hours and still feeling like here theoretically in New Jersey. I'd be like, this is fuck this. Kill me. Get me out of here. Holy shit. Can you imagine being in Newark for 13 hours? I'd kill myself. I guess you could spend the night here too if you wanted. Calvin smirked. He stepped through the door. The floors were checkered and the rows of red vinyl booths were almost all filled. Yeah, there were good choice here. There were a few burly looking men over at the counter, sipping hot coffee out of mugs. A woman sat with her young daughter and the two of them giggling softly and in place of pancakes. A group of teenagers and leather jackets stood over by the jukebox, one slipped a dime into it. Some ancient tune by Buddy Holly started to play. An unbelievable feeling of dread immediately fell over me. Came out of nowhere, but it wouldn't go away. I immediately regretted pulling up there. I didn't even hear the woman come up to us. Can I help you, kids? Her voice was soft like butter. I glanced up and was met with the dark eyes of an elderly woman. She wore red dress and matching shoes. I'd already ape ringed right over her front. Grappled all face, smiled down at us. Her silver hair gleaming in the lights overhead. I didn't speak. Count it wide, but I could have opened my mouth. I'll tell you what though. With like the sizzling of the griddle and the stacking of plates. Perfect background noise for this. What next time we go, next time we do, yeah, if there's ever another broska thing, we need to go to like some kind of abandoned mill and have like people screaming. I have a buddy, I have a buddy who works at a sawmill. We can just sit in there and you can't hear a word. Yeah. Yeah, so that's what. Yes, ma'am. Calvin said with the smile. We just like a quick bite to eat before we hit the road again. He poked me in the back and I nodded my head feebly and agreement. Phil, come on in. My name is Millie, Millio Mally. Welcome to my humble little restaurant. The laugh that years of age visible and every syllable that it made me uncomfortable. Or it's nice to meet you, Millie. I'm Calvin Duncan. This is my sister, Laurel. I still didn't feel right as I reluctantly took her hand in mind. I can see a bit of spinach in her teeth for obviously dentures. She was somebody's grandmother, but something about her made me uneasy. I guess I got that way around anybody new that I met. The bad vibes were coming off of her. Laurel, that's such a lovely name. I managed to weak smile as many let out another laugh. Well, I don't want to keep you kids standing around. Come on. I'll find you to a booth. Calvin and Millie were talking up a storm. A hung behind them pretending not to notice. I learned that Millie and her husband Ted had opened the restaurant a couple of years ago after retiring. She was the hostess and he was the cook. They didn't have any children, which is why Millie enjoyed it so much when younger people stopped in. Calvin was always so polite. He laughed at her jokes and told her our sob story. When she learned that we didn't really have any parents, her expression changed. Almost to one of the line. Uh-oh. Which also does that not just read, but it's just like, "Oh, I'm going to take them to be my own kids. I'm going to kidnap these children." You want to be an omali? No. Oh, you poor things. Look, consider me your mother for the night. She handed us our menus as I took a seat across from my brother in the booth. Calvin just chuckled and thanked her once more. She walked away. He opened his menu with a smile. He said she just the sweetest woman you've ever met. He beamed with his light-brown bangs falling over his eyes. I didn't reply. I slapped down to my seat, not bothering to look at meal choices. I suddenly wasn't hungry anymore. My eyes wondered elsewhere. I watched as the teenagers by the jukebox drink Coke straight out of the bottle and talked amongst themselves. "What's the matter? Are you feeling okay?" I was concerned in his voice. I just nodded my head. "I want you to know for the story I'm Calvin and you're Laurel." Also, I just want to say, didn't know. 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Raised in eyebrow Galvin looked at me confused. What are you talking about? Mrs. O'Malley. Don't you feel it? She's weird. Something about her doesn't seem right to me. I don't know how he couldn't see. - She's just being nice, God, stop acting so stuck up and try to appreciate what she's doing for us. - Helping chop back harshly. Rolled my eyes and didn't speak to him for the remainder of our meal. But now I wish that I would have. I didn't know then that that would have been one of the last moments I would ever spend with my brother again. - Oh shit, you know what's kind of fun though with this dynamic is two different approaches to adults like a paternal figure, how they react to it. - Laurel is definitely more like, on the defensive which I don't know, fucking spidery senses went off or something, but she felt something. But then it's also like, it's almost like Laurel wants to push people away and then her brother wants to just embrace them immediately and get that attention. Just kind of a fun character dynamic, two opposites. - It's a four, something that isn't here at Lee Campy is like a supernatural or creepy diner kind of thing. It's a fun dynamic to explore that with. I think it's cool. But just how fucking creepy is that line? The one would be, I would never spend with my brother again. It'd be the last time I was, yeah. - When our food arrived, Calvin thanked Millie for me. I picked up my food and stared down at my shoes. Calvin pretended not to notice. We never fought. We'd have squabbles and this was one of them. Calvin was always so patient with me. He had a good heart and took good care of me. But I wasn't an easy kid to look after. I was often wonder if that's what got my father so angry. I was extremely stubborn. I was reluctant to anybody who wasn't Calvin. I had trust issues from growing up in a home where I didn't feel safe. Came off as cold a lot of the time. My brother was usually the only one who would come for me. But even he sometimes got fed up. - I'm going to the bathroom. - I spoke for the first time in half an hour. Calvin just nodded his head, taking a sip of his drink. I slid out of the vinyl booth, made my way to the back. I locked myself in a stall and stood against the wall. I don't know how long I was in there. I just need to be away from the table. When I returned, however, Calvin was talking to Millie and who I assumed was her husband, Ted. It was a bigger man with a few gray hairs, still clinging to his baldened head. His greasy apron hung over cacket pants in a green flannel shirt. They were all laughing about something. Calvin's stopping to cough now and again. I walked over to the table as quietly as I could. Calvin looked up at me and said, "Sorry, I'm going to try a, excuse me, ma'am. Sorry. Sorry about that. Can I try your, the cold brew can? Thank you. - Oh no. - Jesus. - Jesus. - Oh, I'll do you just do the can if that's okay. Thank you. Yeah, look at that. It's a waffle deal. - Is it only sold here? - It's only sold here unless you can get it online. - If we have it, we have like a fee for you and you can get it online. - Ah. - That's really good. - Oh, while that is really good. Holy shit. You want to try that? - I haven't tried it in a while. - It's really good. Very smooth. That's better than I remember. - That's good. - Oh, because you said you've had it before. - I like when it first came out. But I remember it was being a bit stronger, like a bit more taught, but that's pretty good. Once again, promise me this is paid for. I just wanted to be here. I don't do a lot of pot of coffee, but I will sit. You want to try it? I don't do a lot of pot of coffee, but I do love the cold brew stuff. Basically, like anything like an ice drink, whatever. I tend to like them pretty. - Oh, it's pretty good. - That you are going to the bath. - Well, I'm already feeling it. - You're going to the bath. I think he tried to spur that a little bit. - We'll speak of the devil. - He choked, motioning for me to come sit by him. I sat on his lap like I used to when I was younger. He must have forgiven me, or at least I've been faking it in front of the omalis. I didn't care. I clung to my brother tightly. - I've been wondering what brought you kids all the way up here. - Millie said suddenly or unsettling smile growing wider. - We don't get many visitors up here. - We're driving up to Florida. It's a business of old friends. - Oh, I'm glad that we found this place, though. - Millie glanced to Ted. - He blinked. - His expression changed into one of pleasure. - They stayed silent for a moment as if contemplated an answer. - I clutched Calvin's chains in my hand. - We're bit in the middle of nowhere, I guess. - Ted chuckled. - He was missing a few teeth. - The rain was his mouth. - We're all yellow. - Turn to look out the window. - I'll watch the truck as the three of them continue to talk. - Well, we'd really like to thank you, folks, for your con hospitality. - How much do we owe you? - Calvin asked, reaching into his pocket first wallet, Millie shook her head. - No, no, it's on the house. - My brother tried to protest, she put a bony finger to his lip. - Smalled in gratitude, getting up to leave. - I jumped off this laugh gently, and was just about to reach for the door. - When Ted jumped menacingly in my way. - Hey! - What do you kids think you're doing? - You get going driving out now. - It's the nearly one o'clock of the morning. - I won't know. - There are no clocks or signs of time anywhere in the diner. - It was like we were in the twilight zone. - I glance wordly at Calvin, trying to signal him to keep walking. - You two look like you've been driving all day. - I don't think it'd be wise to get behind the wheel when you're tired. - Come on in the back. - You've got a nice little motel where your kids can stay until morning. - I froze. - There was no way in hell that I was spending another second with those creeps. - That's all right. - We'll be fine. - My brother wasn't so sure. - I don't know, Laurel. I'm really tired and you're still in rage. I don't want to put our lives at risk by falling asleep at the wheel. - Calvin said feebly. - Shirk my hand and grab his hand. - He was stronger than me though. - I got pulled back onto the checkered floor. - Kelvin! - Try to object, but he ignored me and walks back to Millie. - I think we'll take a room for the night. - He smiled, pushing me behind his back. - Millie grand and winked at other husband. - Wonderful. Ted will show you two to the motel across the way. - If you give me a car keys, I can go fetch a luggage for you. - My mouth was dry. I watched as my brother pulled his keys out of his back pocket and told her where our suitcases were. I couldn't believe it. When I grabbed onto the back of Calvin's checkered, as I watched Millie walk outside, just brushed me off. - This is an interesting dynamic because, like you said, he desperately wants, you know, a companionship kind of the presence and cheese more resistant to it. And he's being far too trusting of them, but you can make sense why because he's so desperate for that kind of relationship. - Also, I'm tracking it up to also the 70s. - Yeah, that's true. - I also feel like people working back then were also just like, "Sure!" - Yeah, kids, do whatever you want. - Why not? - If you're off a sudden, then someone's getting skinned and they're made into an Isaiah skin lamp. - I don't know. - I don't understand. - It can be any skin lamp. - Really? - I trailed behind hopelessly. Ted led us into another building a few feet away from the restaurant. - They're smaller than the diner, but only by a little. - This made entirely out of logs. It's if Abe Lincoln had built it only weeks prior. He and Calvin were chatting away about who knows what. Ted pulled a key out of his pocket and quietly pushed the door open. The inside of the motel was depressing. The walls were made completely out of wood and portraits of mountain landscapes hung on them in rows. An oriental rug lay on the floor, just underneath the front desk. There was a guest book, a cactus in a small pot and a finished-looking handbell on top of it. I shuttered. There's a heavy draft in there. I looked as if there had been a vacancy for years. - Well, this is the place. I don't think it's necessary to have you two sign in the guest book, so I'll show you up to your room. - I think I want to sign. So, this one has a record that I was there. - I think I want to sign a lot. - I think I'll sign anything you need me to. - That Laurel was here. Ted's smile, his grotesque teeth glimming in the light. Let us have a staircase on the right side of the lobby. The hallway was lit by a few mothing overhead lamps. It was long, just like the rest of the motel, wooden. There were about five rooms on each side of us. The door was closed. It was a bit dusty, which started up another ranna quiet, wheezing for Calvin. The rolled my eyes. You got us into this. I felt no sympathy. Here we are. You stood in front of a room and pulled open the door. There were two twin beds with quilt blankets and feathered pillows. Large window with a desk underneath the face desk. The carpet was a rusty red wall paper slightly peeling at the edges. Some more paintings of mountains and seasides hung around on pathetic looking nails. A swallow thickly. Ted reached over me, placing a meaty hand on the light switch above my head. The room didn't look any better, so it was flooded with an eerie, orangeish light. - It looks very homey. Thanks a lot, Ted. Calvin smiled. I slowly descended inside and sat on one of the beds, sinking down almost immediately. I could distantly hear Ted telling my brother where the bathroom was, where to go for breakfast, things like that. I watched silently as Emily returned upstairs with her luggage. I must have snowed out for longer than I thought, because when I looked back, the door was closed and Calvin was unpacking our suitcases. We shouldn't be here. I spoke for the first time and what felt like forever. The walls felt like they were closing in on me. Calvin remained silent as he tossed me my pajamas. What do you think, Joey? We're supposed to be at his house tonight. I heard my brother let out loud sigh. It's the kind of sigh that your father might let out at the end of a long day. I knew I was a problem, child. I knew that it took a lot of patience to look after me. I was stressful to deal with. Calvin had it rescued me from the wrath of our father. I'd probably have turned out way worse. I understood why it was tired. You've started me. Tired of having to deal with me. Calvin must have since my uneasiness. He walked over slowly and took a seat beside me on the bed. I felt his arm wrap around my shoulder and squeeze it tightly. We didn't say anything. There's nothing we could say. There's nothing that my brother could do to ease my attention. Rest his chin on my shoulder. Here's Raspi breathing in my ear. "We're going to be okay, Laurel. You need to sleep." With that, kiss my cheek and turn back to his side of the room. We faced opposite directions as we undressed and got into our pajamas. Our reluctantly slipped under the mouth, eating Blake in and freezing cold sheets after setting up an uncomfortable silence for nearly half an hour. "There's no way I was going to sleep. Liked up at the dirty ceiling for what felt like hours listening to Calvin's breathing." "Now, no way time it was when I woke up. Unless it dosed off. Yeah, I don't remember it." Calvin's what woke me up. I heard him hastily throw his squill onto the floor. I heard him wrestling through his suitcase. His breathing was labored as if he had just run a marathon. A lay-up in bed. "Yeah, um, are you okay?" I asked him to the darkness. I didn't get a response. The zipper was unzipped and I heard my brother quickly wrestling through his clothes. Eventually, he found what he was looking for and walked towards the door. "I'm fine. I just need to press air." Calvin gasped out, clenching his inhaler in his hand. Light flooded our room as he stepped into the hallway quietly. He had these episodes a lot. We always felt so helpless when he did. There's nothing I could do except watch with wide eyes as he struggled to breathe. He sounded so pained, broke my heart. I wanted to go after him that night, but I didn't. I don't know why. I wish I would have those were the last words I'd ever hear him speak. Oh my God. He was out there for about, sorry, it was just a second. Do you think it had anything to do with what he was eating? Did she eat anything? She said she picked that up. It seemed like she was just doing literally just like very well good of. Because she was like being kind of pouty and mopey, whatever. So then he was at their scarf and stuff down, drinking everything they gave him and stuff like that. So now it's good to better out or something. Yeah. Good chance. I mean, it was also like they talk about his ass, but how dusty and musty it is and their stuff. So it could be from that, but that's a good point. Depending on where this goes, even if it was a, the like a theory or 13 hour loop or whatever if they did crossover or something, even just setting something up of just like, oh, we're going down to Florida to 70s and we stop at this diner. And then like, oh, like a more realistic, like a grounded, like this connection happened. But it'd be kind of fun to either way. I'm fine with anything. Because it's kind of between the loss of direction and also like the couple being creepy. They've set it up or either way. They could no man loss or could be supernatural. I don't know. Man, I feel like I was a blade. I just, I feel like I've been really like in the grounded, like more realistic one. I don't know why this has been hitting a bit more for me. It's like a valley, like a peaks and valley thing. Like I feel like supernatural stuff is either, I like it if it's incredible. Yeah. I mean, it's either here or it's kind of here. And for me, an incredible real person one and an incredible supernatural, the supernatural edges out about, but if they're both just good, then yeah, the realism, I think I like better. Actually, so we get like a, we used to live here, which I think was supernatural, some way. I love it or like a mother horse eyes, right? Like the supernatural great stories outweigh. Oh, man, I mean, I think that's narratively when it makes sense. And it feels inspired. You can do so much with girl in my backyard. Yeah. Exactly. That's a kind of one where I'm like, that one just hits on the level. Yeah. It's something like that has to be something like this. There are just the nice ones that's just a fucking aluminum bat to your face. It's just like, Hey, you got drugged and this is like a thing that just whatever. Yeah. Kind of like what was this? The prisoners when we were talking about the other day. I kept saying it was like a prisoner situation. That was my dad finally told me. Yeah, we kept talking, which was a fun one. But yeah, like that, but just yeah, that's an example story was excellent. And I liked it if I ignored the supernatural. Yeah, yeah, yeah, so because it just feels, it's just sometimes it was a crunch, feels shoehorn to end you. You was out there for about 20 minutes before I finally walked out to check on him. Usually took him a little while to calm down from these little fits. I just wanted to set next to him and rub his back and tell him that I was sorry for being a nuisance. I wanted to do what he had done for me for so many years. Care for him. But when I opened the door, Calvin wasn't there. My feet were freezing in the brisk hallway. I rubbed my arms as goose bumps started forming on my pale skin. Reach inside for my sweatshirt and pull it over my head. Looking around, panic slowly started to rise in my throat. A check across the hall in the bathroom to see if Calvin was in there. It wasn't. There weren't many places he could go. Calvin, I called into the hallway. There's no response. I quietly walked back into our room and put on a pair of slippers. I stuck down the hallway and raced down the staircase. It wasn't in the lobby either. I wanted to cry. It choked back a heaving sob and turned back upstairs. There's no worse feeling to be completely alone in a place that you don't know. It's even worse when the only person you want to comfort you isn't there. One of the hallway lamps flickered overhead. I couldn't help the tears that streamed on my face. My mind was racing with possibilities of where my dear brother could have gone. In those moments, I regretted ever being mad at him. I wondered if he had stormed off and left because I was just at an oin. I was so caught up in the panic that I didn't see what I had tripped on. I went flying face first onto the Oriental carpet. I face burned. As I turned my body around to try and ease the pain, my eyes widened and shocked. Calvin's inhaler was lying on the ground. It was just outside the door to our room where I had seen him go out earlier. It was then that I knew something was seriously wrong. Calvin wouldn't leave that line around by choice. He wouldn't just drop it by accident. It suddenly dawned on me that wherever he went, he went unwillingly. I let out a sob. I curled up in a fetal position and called out his name one more time. A thousand thoughts pounded at the inside of my head. I tried to shake them off, but they wouldn't leave. I reached my shaking arms out and took the inhaler in my hands. I rolled the plastic around on my palms. I stood up, placing it in the pocket of my sweatshirt. I had to find him. We needed to get out of here. I didn't care if he didn't agree. Once I found him, we drive away and never come back to this freak show. I dashed back into our room and grabbed the car keys off the bedside table. I didn't bother grabbing anything else. My only focus was getting the hell out of there. I tipped out down the staircase, the wood creaking under my feet, pushing open the door. I ran as fast as I could towards the diner. My only exit to the outside world. The lights were still on inside. I shot my surprise. I tried not to pay attention to the menacing trees leaning over me as I raced to the back door. I was prepared to pound on it until my knuckles were red and bloody, but it almost, but it opened almost instantly. I quietly slipped inside, looking anxiously for any sign of my brother. I could see Calvin struck on the other side of one of the clear last windows. It looked so close, yet so far away. I don't know how much adrenaline was pumping through my body at that exact moment, but it took every ounce of strength I had, not to just bolt then in there. The only thing that stopped me was the sound of a metal object clattering to the tide for behind me. Echo loudly in my ears. As far as I could see, there was no one besides me in the building. All the customers were long gone. I spun around quickly, my neck jerking hard in the process. The doors to the kitchen were closed, but I tried to pry one open, it was locked. I kicked it as hard as I possibly could. My toes were slowly bruising. I screamed out into the emptiness of the diner for somebody, anybody to come help me. It felt like I didn't in there for years. A dizzying wave of nausea overtook me. I heard that object clatter again, as well as a few barely audible whispers. Someone said, shit, it was quickly shushed. I had to hold my breath just to hear them again. Never it was, it's close by. The fuck people are hiding, uh-huh. My neck cramed, trying to peer into the kitchen once more glass windows. We heard that was happening here in the Waffle House now. Noone else is in here and then you're like, yeah, my favorite, my favorite old is this. And then you hear someone say, he's right, you know. He's right, that is the best one. There's just an eye in the vent looking straight now. David Waffle? Mr. House. No, come back please. Take, take a handful of Iconin. Yeah, doctor. Tell them to me, so what's his view of the problem? Nothing, he has gout, kill him. This man's clearly fat. I'm like, Dr. House, thank you, Dr. House. What have you found out? And what have you found out in house? So this name was Dr. Waffle House. That would be the coolest thing I didn't say. My name is Waffle P House, PhD. Yeah. Glass windows were hidden behind a black curtain hung up. So I couldn't see inside that had not been there earlier. It snuck around behind the counter and pressed my ear against the murky walls. There was a sudden silence. And then Shavelin feed on the tiled floor. I don't know what urged me to do it. It could have been the adrenaline or the hopelessness that had overwhelmingly taken over my body that night. On the counter, there were rows of ketchup bottles and silverware. I grabbed a fork out from under an African and clutched in my sweaty palms. I knew there was somebody or some theme behind that window. I wasn't alone in there. I jammed the fork onto the glass. I didn't do anything at first. After about 30 seconds, I had made some progress. The glass was starting to crack. I kept banging and banging it until it shattered in front of me. The millions of pieces seems to fall in slow motion. Thank you so much. Oh no, I had to call Bertu. So my heart's going to explode. Dude, finale for the show you die in a wall blast. What a pathetic and probable end of my life. I did the exact same thing you did with your uncle. Yeah, exactly. But you have to have the pancake in your mouth doing this. But I'm an adult and can't do something but don't. Yeah, if anything you said then you put the Waffhaus napkin in your shirt like this. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, exactly. That's what it ends. One of us gets immersed in a waffle house and it just comes to black. Yeah, whoever does a post that's what he died. No, never address it. Oh, never. No, no, no, no. Yeah, just post the episode as it is. Creep kit. What is that? Written by David Chase. Won't cut these bowels in. God, Joseph. God. I didn't step back though. Whereas I pulled away the sheet, nothing on earth could prepare me for what I was about to stumble onto. A steam of smoke poured out through the broken glass and even through it, I can see that O'Malley's kitchen was a typical diner kitchen. There were a few stoves and ovens, a refrigerator in the back held weeks worth of food. And that was not what caught my attention. The overwhelming stench of burning flesh filled my nostrils, they're eating them. They're eating their bread. They're just so sick. That's so cool. That's so sick. Oh, that's sick. I think I would call it waffle house. Dude, if you told me, if you told me that the waffle house was an obese man's calf, I'd be like, what the? Yeah, we got the can go. I mean, bacon. You know what? It's delicious. But you get it with the compression socks. You have to cut off the compression socks. The pattern, the grill stripes are the socks. Yeah, I don't care. I don't care. I coughed and gagged, struggling hard to get a breath out. My eyes started to tear up. I flailed my arms in an attempt to clear a path. I found myself unsuccessful. The grotesque smell was primed into my soul. I wanted to follow it. Who's there? I recognize the voice. There's the voice of the man who had taken Calvin and I to our rooms a couple hours before. I didn't make a sound. Still couldn't see, but eventually the smoke cleared through the broken window. Watery eyes soon adjusted to the fluorescent lighting. My mouth fell open and tore. Ted and Millio Malley stood in the middle of the kitchen. There's a silver pot, about the size of a record player, resting on a table in the center. As a first time that I got a good look around me. Blood was splattered on every inch of the wall surrounding us. Fox takes. A drip down in streams and formed small puddles on the floor. There was a cleaver clutched in Ted's meaty fist, gleaming menacingly in the light. Millio Malley stood beside him, a wooden spoon at her side. It was wet and covered in what looked like oversized worms and testons. But I didn't speak. My attention turned to the pot, still boiling and bubbling. I saw my brother's pajamas shivering into a pile in the corner. I could see clumps of his mousy brown hair sticking to the sides of the pot. My feet stayed frozen in place as the stench of this burning flesh filled my head and every inch of my body. My eyes burned, my mouth was dry. I couldn't even utter a scream. It was then that the O'Malley's realized they had been found out. "Grabber!" Millie snarled in the tackling voice beyond description. Ted's lunch for me. That was too quick. The fat ass fell on his front. Face first into a puddle of Calvin's blood. Millie grabbed a cleaver and threw it at the door, just as I prided open and ran like hell. I ran outside the diner and flung open the door to the truck, jamming the key inside. I could make out Millie's body racing towards me in the night, but I started the car up faster, sputtered for a moment and then shot out like a rocket. I had no experience with driving, but that was not my top priority. I needed to find help. Tears were streaming down my face, blocking my vision. It was then that the agonizing screams fell. I was having a mental breakdown as I whisked unsteadyly through the New Jersey trees. I let out howls of despair. Occasionally I'd spit up whatever food I'd left in my stomach, smell of that flesh, wouldn't leave me. I'm sure I nearly drove off the road at least three times, but I didn't care. It killed Calvin. They had killed my brother and chopped him up and cooked him. I pouted my head on the wheel before I'm blasting into the night. I could feel the blood trickling down the side of my face, seeping into my hair. My vision was starting to show spots. I don't know how long I'd driven until I finally found a car on the side of the road. There's a man yelling down to examine one of his tires. I jerked to a stop and flew out of the truck, slamming the door behind me. Vomit collected the sides of my mouth, dried blood on my face. Tears still gushing like a waterfall. He was an older man with a wrinkled face and skunk streaks in his dark hair. It's a poly from the sprinkles. I frightened him, for he stood back in fear. I knew I looked like a mess, a drug addict, whatever. I sounded like one, too. They killed my brother, they killed him, they killed him, they killed him, they killed him. I remember falling to my knees and howling in pain. The man tried to prime me back up, but I thrashed around in his arms. He grown loudly as I kicked him riding the gut by accident. I could just hear his panic voice trying to get an answer out of me. Who yelled through a thick jersey accident? Who killed your brother? I shook my head rapidly, gasping for air. The wind pounded at my ears as I tried to speak. Last thing I could make out were his eyes gleaming in the darkness as I weased out the name through the pain. I fell hard to the asphalt. They tell me that I was practically frothing at the mouth when they found me. I'd blacked out for a moment and the cops assumed I had died. But I woke up and screamed for hours. I was screaming for Calvin, screaming for somebody to help him, screaming for someone to believe me. It's this day, no one does. O'Malley's family restaurant had been torn down in the late 50s. Once word got out that the seemingly friendly owners trapped their victims in their motel and ate them. It was barricaded and destroyed. Theodore and Melissa and O'Malley were given the death penalty in 1956. Oh, this is so fun. 1956, 20 years before my brother and I pulled up that summer night. I later learned that they had killed over 20 travelers across their paths, including a gang of motorcycle riders, a group of teenage greasers, and a woman with her young daughter. When the man who found me finally brought me over to the police, I was in hysterics. I was screaming at them that those bastards had killed my brother. I don't know how they couldn't have seen it in my eyes. They saw something. I'm pretty sure they thought I was on drugs. I wasn't a mess, but I had good reason to be. I was handcuffed and thrown into the back of a patrol car. They drove me back to the exit where Calvin and I had turned earlier that night. Where the restaurant had stood me hours earlier, was just an empty lot. The sign wasn't there. The building had disappeared. There was no motel, no sign that anybody had been there for years. There was just an empty patch of dirt, no sign of life anywhere, no sign of Calvin. I tried to explain. I cried for what felt like years. I had slept in that bed, up in that motel. I sat in that red vinyl booth with my brother and I had talked to the omelies as they served us. I had seen the people at the tables. I had smelled the food and I had been in there. That no one believed me. The police searched for months on end, but they never did find my brother's body. His final rescue in place had vanished into thin air. I never found any evidence of anything. I still had Calvin's an ailer in the pocket of my sweatshirt. I can't tell you the number of times I shoved it in the cops' faces, telling them that it was the key to finding out where he was, but I was a lost cause. They even had the audacity to accuse me of murdering him. My case was eventually outruled due to a lack of evidence, but my years of pain never stopped. The judge was convinced that I was mental and needed to be locked away, so they threw me in here, which is where I've been since the early autumn of '76. I'm a prisoner, and the only thing keeping me sane is to hope for some kind of justice. I'm a grown woman now, writing this story down as a cry for help. I'm hoping that somebody out there will believe me, someone who knows what I'm talking about. I swear to God that I'm not insane. I felt it. I lived it. I survived it. It's not all in my head, yet that has been what all of these doctors and psychiatrists have been trying to convince me for years. They said I've imagined it all. All this medication pumping into my body has turned my brain to mush, but I know that I didn't. It was too real to have possibly been a dream. I can still smell the flesh, still see the blood on the walls, the menacing faces of the omalley staring down. The only thing I still have to remember that night was Calvin's inhaler. I hold on to it every day, never letting it go. It's the only thing I have to remind myself that my brother was real. It's the only piece of evidence that I have. It's the only part of him that will never be able to take away from me. As younger siblings tend to do, I absolutely worship my older brother Calvin. "You will always be my big brother. "I will always be his little sister." I don't know where he is, just probably would haunt me the most. Any evidence that could have brought his killers to justice, just vanisting the thin air. I pray to the Lord every day that wherever he is, he's happy 'cause he was my saker. You rescued me and cared for me and never let anybody do anything to me. On a day goes by where I don't think about what he would be doing. Sure that Calvin would have been successful. We would have found a great wife, a large family. We would have been the best father anyone could ever ask for. Growing up was hard. I'd never been easy to look after. I had trust issues, social problems, and the only one who knew how to handle me was Calvin. Growing up without him in the prison was the worst thing anyone could possibly imagine. If I had been there for him more, maybe he would still be alive today. I wish that I could have been different. I wish that I could have acted better and tried to look past everything that I had been through. I wish I'd been a better sister. You won't find anything about the old Malleys or Calvin Duncan anywhere on the internet. This is if it was a tragedy meant just for us. This is if the whole world wants to forget. They've been unexplained. Yet there's a road down in the midst of New Jersey. If you turn it just the right spot, you might see the ghostly hue of a diner filled with life and joy inside. Don't be fooled, but it isn't real. Keep driving and don't look back. But if you do happen to see a boy in the window, if mousey brown hair, kind eyes and a loving smile, you should wave at him. You should yell out into the night. Laura loves him and she misses him very much. And you should tell him she is sorry that she couldn't have done more. This post was uploaded by a patient from the Greystone Park Psychiatric Hospital in New Jersey. Man, that's so fun. That's so fun. I wrote in a couple of things while I was reading this one. The first thing, the first thought, which is just a continuation of what I was asking before, does this work better or is it more interesting? It's agrounded like, because this is like, basically a 70s grind house film. Yeah. It's what it is. You get almost like a Texas chance on a Master of Hive, hitchhiker, just find somebody, whatever. The payoff and the fun thing of like, I mean, I like to twist like they died 20 years earlier. But I just wonder if you could still just have the grounded thing and then you just get that after the fact. They found whatever, they never recovered his body. Sure, what do you think? I could see that what I do have a soft spot in my heart for like the local legend stuff, especially that last paragraph where it's like, if you're ever driving to rural New Jersey and you see a diner away from the boy inside. I love stuff like that. So to me, that almost justifies like the supernatural inclusion. But I will say for the sake of the story, like a narrative and not just me liking it, it probably would have been better as just a cannibal restaurant. I think this story was a lot of fun. You get it and you get out. I do think it's one of those stories though. It would have benefited from like, to me, this almost feels like the rough draft or like the first copy of something of like, this is kind of an idea I have. What do you think? And you're like, holy shit, this is sweet. And you want to see something expanded on it. Because the two characters of Calvin and Laurel are really fun. But to me, it was like the whole arc of the story is pretty much like needing a paternal guidance and then finding independence in the family you have. Like basically like being angry that you don't have a family, but then you find out that like having a brother is all the family you need or something. I think like something like that would have been cool and having that come full circle with-- I just kind of like, well, now it sucks even more now. Yeah, but I think even like the O'Malley's not having kids and being like, we want kids. Are there something that's like the need of a paternal threat kind of cast on you to where it's also like giving you a physical representation of like, you know, just because you have a parent doesn't mean that it's going to fix your problems, you know? If anything, it could make it worse. Yeah, well, the story kind of touched on that a little bit when it's like the Calvin was too trusting. You wanted to have that too bad. Oh, we did it, definitely. So I did that, but I do agree with you that it could have leaned into it a bit more, done more stuff with it. There's a couple of thoughts I had too. One thing I thought was an important thematic piece or like a narrative device was Calvin's inhaler. I kind of wish that there was more at the beginning of him being like using that. And then whenever he was digging through-- That was the best mouth inhaler sound effect ever. Whatever the phrase. Whatever the, whatever he's digging through his briefcase, whatever, I thought that could have been a cool moment where she's like Calvin, whatever. And that was one of the O'Malley's digging through his stuff or something. But then that way too, could she have been like walking through and hear the inhaler? Just like something where it's obviously something important. It's also shows Calvin's weakness. I kind of like wanted more of that. Like he's supposed to be the older brother and he has like a very clear Achilles heel. So when that gets, when that gets, uh, not abused. I guess it was. Exploited. When that Achilles look, it's exploited. How does Laurel step up and overcome the challenge, you know? Yeah, I think it's like-- because the inhaler is used narratively because that's what gets him out of the room. But you could have had anything. You could have had a good time. I agree. I just met at the very beginning when even when he's driving, just hitting it or something. No, that's my point. It gets used as something to take him out of the room. But anything could have gone out of the room. So it wasn't really utilized. So I do agree that there's more. Oh, I like the idea of it inhaler. I like the idea that your older brother is like, I love this guy. He takes care of me. He's literally my protector. And then he's showing you, by the way, you know, I have asthma. I think too, like, which I kind of touched on, but she loved her brother, but her moment of bitterness with him, like she let him go out into the hallway alone. It's like, even if she was out there with him, I don't think that would have saved him. I think they both would have died kind of thing. Oh, but it was a dam if you do dam if you don't think. Maybe you're like half-- I wish there was more choice. Yeah, so maybe there's like-- maybe she does do something that more implies he gets killed. Not like vicious, but maybe like say the inhaler thing. And he steps outside, right? And then she finds it in the room. And she was like, you'll come back for in a second, rather than taking it to him. And then like, he gets kidnapped because he has to walk to the car back at the diner. Or something like that, you know? Make it something where like she could have done something to stop it, but didn't. Like a very spider man, like letting the guy go sort of thing. Like, it's not like he meant to kill someone, but cause an effect. A side road-- And then Laurel becomes Spider-Man. A side road, cannibal diner, where they are using people as product is fun. I do also like this ritualistic thing. That's six times I'm asking her to, right? They put them in the chili. I think so. I always just think of what is not fry green tomato. Is it fry green tomatoes when they serve the guy? Yes, yeah. Or whatever. But I don't know. I mean, I just-- like I said, right now, just worth where we've been reading stuff. The grounded nature, I think, is really fun. I do think that there's something cool about making it like a ghost story thing. It's just how do you connect that to the paternal thing? Yeah. And their parents die. You know, is there something that there's like-- What mob died? Well, I remember-- well, yeah, that's just true. But it was a ghost story thing. Is there a way of like-- almost like I talked to me thing. There's a great theme of being unable to let go. So through this interaction, are they able to like kind of like sever that tie? And finally learn to let go. I think for me, I'm a little-- I wouldn't say bias. I just got soft spot in my heart for like the old ghost, local legends and stuff. Oh, I do too. The idea of like, if you see the diner, and there's a few people inside, maybe it's-- It's just such a fun, like almost like poetic. Yeah. It's like a sailor's tailor. The diner at the end of the earth, you know, forever setting right there, you know, waiting for the bill. I think it's fun. I just think like-- I do understand as an narrative. It probably would have been stronger as just-- I think, ultimately, though, I just wanted more. I think like the characters were fun. I think like also having more of Ted and Millie, would have been cool. Because really, it was just kind of thing of like they come back in and they're like, by the way, we're eating them. It'd be fun to like, get other people in there, in on it. What are the other people? Are they also stuck in the like, yeah, I don't know. They said that I shouldn't drive. And it's like, you can just like mess with the motel. It's like the blood-rich motel. Kind of does that in a fun way with the vampires or whatever. That's the one I was trying to think of. That does a similar small town. I think we can check book and stuff. That's the blood-rich. That makes me fucking think of Cuckoo. Cuckoo. Yeah. Cuckoo. It's like that. Which Cuckoo, I think it suffers in the same way of like-- That's what I was trying to say for, right? Yeah. Yeah. To me, Cuckoo suffers in the same vein of like, you introduce a lot of cool stuff and just never really follow through on it in an effective way. And it's like, really cool. But I love-- I just kept picturing that as the motel. The same way it's like the blood-rich motel. I kind of pictured that same setting just because it's such a beautiful iconic area. But the-- I don't know. I just kept picturing like that diner with that, the deep trees and stuff. You're totally isolated. And it really is. And like, just-- I think with the theme of the story, too, having it be set in the '70s, it had to have been some kind of callback. So like, that text has changed, so I'm asked her. Like, I'm grind-house-y kind of-- Well, it's also like, you know, it's easier-- it's obviously easier to write short-horr stories set in the past because they don't have cell phones. They don't have GPSs. They don't have-- It's just a more fun time for people just being helpless, you know. But I also think-- Less ranger danger. There's something about that '70s where it's totally believable that you'd be like, oh, yeah, just stay here. Oh, OK. And then fucking Jeffrey Dahmer goes and ties you up like a fucking roasted pig and takes pictures of you for the next 13 years while you're in a barrel or whatever. So I don't know. [INAUDIBLE] Yeah. They're just like, what? He's a cape-rooving kid. I gave that guy a-- - Yeah, that one, dude, yeah. - Unbelievable. Here you go, buddy. - He's covered in blood. - I'm gonna go. - But no, I don't know, I mean, I really enjoyed it. I think like I said, when we first started, whatever, I will say, and there's gonna be eyes that roll of people like, oh God. And cut this if you have to. I did get a little incestive vibes from time to time. - I could tell. I knew you were. - And I know that it's a sweet thing, but still, but she said, I was the luckiest girl in the world who shot me a look, and I'm like, no. - Who has ever said that about their brother? - The luckiest girl in the world is such a specific line to crushes. - That's what I mean, that's just what I'm saying. - It's a weird choice, but I knew it wasn't being incestuous. - Of course not, but I'm just saying the whole thing, and then, like, the luckiest girl in the world, and all of a sudden, she, Laurel comes over, guess what, there's, she looks like a fucking little baby deer hopping up on his lap, and then I sat up on his lap, whatever, and I was just like, come on, what the hell are we doing? Do you have any siblings? I've got two younger sisters. - What do you do? - Do they say they're the luckiest girl in the world? - No, no, that's why it's a weird choice of words. - Hey, yeah. - I'm trying to picture even my sister being like, I'm the luckiest girl in the world. - I'd be like, I love my, you're older than your sister, right? - No. - Okay, so she wouldn't be setting your life anyway, but I think like, that was unlike high school, or something my younger sister would've been like, in grade school. - And don't be wrong, I mean, it's not a loss to me. I understand it's that it's all she's got. I mean, it's basically her dad. - Yeah. - She'd get it, 100% get it, but I'm just saying, right at the top, it was just like, once again, frying pen like right at the top. But I will say as soon as it got into the millie, all that kind of weird stuff. And then like, I really thought that I wish we could have just lingered long into the thing of like, hey, what's going on? And then he's frantic. And it did have a lot of like really great paragraph breaks with being like, and that was the last time I ever talked to him. Which it's like, you know something bad's gonna happen, but you don't know when or how, you know? So it's just playing with those things. This would be, and it sucks, so we don't even know who the author is. We should try to dig and see if we can find something. But this would be something cool to see like, did they ever update it or add more to it? 'Cause this would be a fucking sick story. - I think they purposely posted it anonymously because it is right from the perspective of like, I'm the girl who did it from the site. - Well, to me it read, to me it read like a no-sleep story. - Yeah. - Because even the whole thing of like, I'm writing this now, usually a lot of no-sleep things will always end with, I'm writing this now because blah, blah, blah, blah. And like, having it-- - Did you just justify going-- - Yeah, exactly, or else the mods will whip you to death. - I don't like the nerve. - But the, but I think so. But who knows, it's one of those things where I do wonder how many people, if this is their first story, if they're right anonymously, and then it's just like, well people fucking hate me for it, then it's not gonna, I don't want this to be the thing I'm known for or whatever. - There's only five comments on that. - I didn't, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Like, it did not seem like a, it didn't seem like a novice story. Like I said, the only thing that I kept, it's just, and I do this a lot. It's just whenever something's, whenever something's short, and it's like, really nice, and it has like a lot of fat on it, and it's sweet, you're like, fuck, man, I just wish there was just way more to the story. - You were dead on with the white ball, white ball call. - Oh, yeah. - They slipped into this almost like, other-- - It's back in time, but it's essentially like this a little perpendicular. - I see even the white ball thing though, you could see that being a story that's this length. And you'd be like, oh, I wish there was more, but they really like, it goes into the fucking hierarchy of like how it starts breaking things up, almost turns into a fucking animal farm situation, or some shit, or grave of whatever. Lord of Flies. - You destroyed my memory of White Falls, because I was thinking about like, man, I love it the end. How that guy pulls the can't, dude, from Kansas City, pulls out a candy bar. I'm like, man, I love that. And then I remembered, oh wait, no, Hunter made that up. - That didn't even happen in the story. You just said that, you just said that would be cool if that would have happened. - And later I was thinking about, man, that was such a-- - That's right, because he was such a selfish guy where you're like, oh, of course. Or just-- - You were like, what if he pulled that candy bar, I'm like, that's such a good idea. So then I'd gasslet myself into like, man, that's such a good part of the story. - It's cool, man, I mean, I don't know, this, it was a lot of fun. Also, too, I will say, in this, which maybe I don't know how the audio is or whatever, but being in something like with the whole million-todd thing, I wanted to be in the donor setting so much longer with the sizzle of the group. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. - I was so, like, enveloped, like, I need fucking reading glasses, dude. I was sitting there like, I had to get that close, but putting, being in the atmosphere, even just the smell of like having that stuff around, it really is. I mean, we've done the thing of reading a story and the haunted house and stuff, and that was fun, too, but this was just something that was so specific and it's so active. There was like a sense of life around, it was really cool. But yeah, I mean, I don't know, I can ramble on about it, but even with all the other people in the diner, there's really no reason for them to be there. - Yeah. - Like the other customers, it should have just been something where it's like, oh yeah, they're, it's just an empty, it's a completely empty diner, which also makes it more suspicious, you know? - Yeah. - But it would have been cool, with more characters, and it's just people trapped basically, like a Venus fly trap, with like a ethereal paranormal trap, where I'm assuming demons of some kind have. - Like their spirits that were so evil, they're just stuck on our through and over and over kind of thing, you know? - There's something too, I think. I like whenever also a supernatural thing has an applicable thing of like why they want to trap people, because like I understand that like the real thing of like demons and stuff is like, well, they just like to trick people. - Yeah. - But it's nice whenever there's a projective, like almost like the thing of like, with this, I almost thought that for a second. I thought it was like going, I thought it was a thing where she's like, oh wow, and she's like touching this face and stuff. I thought she was going to do some kind of thing with like trying to steal youth, or like, just something like that. - Yeah. - You know what I mean? - Yeah. - No, I get that. I think, um, I mean it's clearly like you said, the whole heat craves, like family, they're offering the role of family, and they're killing with it. I feel like, which, nothing wrong with the short punch, right? - No, no. - But I feel like if the story took more time to kind of build that out, the trust and stuff. So I'm like, yeah, sure, we'll stay at your place. Here's the keys to my truck, you know. I feel like more could have been done with it. - Well, at the same time, I mean it's just cool. It's a cool, it's like, this feels like the start of an urban legend. - No, it is. My mind just keeps racing. Like I think even, like, the whole thing about her, first off, I understand Calvin's nice guy. If you were a nice guy, you would not make an 87 year old woman take your stuff to your room or whatever. - Yeah. - And to there, I thought what was going to happen is they go outside, she's like, all right, well, I'll see you. And they don't introduce Ted right away, and then they go outside and their tires are flat. And they're like, oh, fuck, and then Ted's like, oh, I think I've got a spare. And it's like, oh, they've been fucking with these people so they can't leave. - Yeah. - Well, once you guys just stay here, I'll change it. We'll be ready by morning to where even could Laurel get one over a bit, be like, oh, well, maybe I am like, they are really kind actually. I feel like, I don't know, when stories do stuff like that, when you go into a horror story, right? You're expecting the 100%. So a lot of the times in stories, when moves like that are pulled, when it's obvious. - It's obvious. So I'm just kind of there like, get to the, you know, someone gets mad and things go down, whatever. So I almost appreciate the story. He'd just be like, don't leave. And Calvin's like, okay, like that, that almost works. Like, yeah, just cut through all that. I think I'm expecting something, but I do think, like, even the, we used to live here thing. - I'm so enveloped in on the story, and it's like, I feel like I know something, but I think that because the author has you in the palm of their hands, they can use those tropes against you to where you can divert your direction. - Well, here's the thing with we used to live here. There's so many questions being asked that when the snow storm comes, which is nice because it's not, it's not like the family walked out at their car. They're like, we're out of gas. Can we stay? It's not, they're doing, it's a storm, right? Like, they didn't cause that. So it's like a natural reason for them to stay, but you want to figure out so many questions. It's weird. When you read, we used to live here, you're, I'm almost glad the family is sticking around because I want to hear more. I want to see more of this mystery unraveling stuff because it's interesting. - It's just the thing of like, it was just an impending, an impending dread. - Yeah. - The snow storm happens, and then you already know, you can see what's the guy's name Tanner, or Thomas. - Thomas. - You know Thomas is turning around, and she's like, getting pretty bad out there, and you're like, "Dude, don't let him stay," and she's like, "Okay," and you're like, "No!" Like, I think that's whenever you can tell, you're like, "No, he's just trying to fuck with you." Also, that's why I'm like, I think that you can, you can successfully do those tropes, you know it's the wrong thing, but it feels motivated by the character. Like, Calvin being just like this, like a Labrador, you're like, "Oh, of course, he's going to say, "Oh, sure, sure, yeah, whatever you think, yeah." It's like, and again, they give him the premise that it is believable for him to be too trusting, and it's also like, most people are disarmed by an elderly couple, you know. It's like, if you had a teenager who'll come up and ask for some-- - Well, there's such not a threat. - Exactly, yeah. I'm a big guy, whatever. I could take him, yeah, blah, blah, blah. Let's all today know that he's going in the pot. - And once again, though, too, I love a character that's like a big kid, but just that inhaler, yeah. It's just a very obvious thing. - It's like you said in the Achilles heel. - Yeah. - I think that's nice. Also, once again, give him your order one more time. She said "cash brown bowl" as it comes with the onions, two eggs over easy on top, and catch up. - Trevor, had it, what do you think? - What do you think? - Um, it was pretty good. - I was really hoping that you were going to be like, I would not recommend. - It was a little like, the flavors kind of don't go together all that roots. - Wow. Here it is. - Isaiah, really? - This is supposed to all melt together. What do you think of it? I will say there is something that's forever in getting. You use one of the flavors because it's too many flavors. Yes, too many distinct flavors. Right off the other day, it's going to all double over if you pass around with something. So it's good, it's good. I really like mine. What did you pay them? I was talking to my son if you say anything good about your fucking fire. We have our own things. I will say though, I burned the peanut butter waffle after, and I ate that all the way. I've had it before. I'm going to fall into a fucking coma when we leave. That's good. Actually, I'm not. I've had too much caffeine. This cold brew is going to kill me. I'm really kind of disappointed in it, crap your pants at some point. I let out a horrific, gassy fart. That's rough. Also, on Tuesday, you looked over at me and you said, "You just let a fart in it." No, 100% dead. No, I asked if you crapped your pants. I knew you farted. Oh, okay. But it sounded so wet that I thought you just hogged it. What if I did? I thought that would have been funny. No, what would you honor and wrongly do if you found out that I shit myself? And I just was like, "No, I would think it was funny." You wouldn't think you didn't like it, you wouldn't be, that wouldn't change it. You must think, "So low of me." You're like, "Really? I can't go any lower." No, no, no. I mean, realistically, you know, this is a gross conversation, have a restaurant or whatever. Realistically. You know, there's times where you're like, "Yeah, this one's probably fine." And you trust it a little too much. Now, if you sat there and, like, just, like, unloaded no stop and you sat in it, that would-- I think you would change your mind for that person. I kept itching because it's getting I dried. Yeah, yeah. What if I did this? Hold on, hold on, hold on. Let me clarify. If you did that and didn't immediately fix it, yeah, I would think less of you, yeah. If you didn't, you're like, "I got to go to the bathroom real quick." That's-- What if I sat there? I did. I did. You're reading whatever you're looking up at me in my desk, come out, some wet wipes, whatever. I pulled them at pants. But the camera can't see it. I pulled an offense. You can see everything. You see my little pig cock there. I'm sitting there and I'm like-- I say, "Do you know--?" We're in public. Are you serious? What were you recording? Magic. Does that not sound the most degenerate? That's like the stereotype. The first time I didn't get caught and they were very surprised we could tackle. But then the second time-- Why didn't you just get on? But then I think-- What? For the meme? Oh, okay. See, that's the thing. With YouTube, there's a level of, like, I'm going to be a degenerate because it's funny, you know? Yeah. And so it doesn't help in meaty magic, we're usually, like, destroyed. Oh, yeah. So we're sitting there. And then-- But it's, like, technically-- I think Nick looked different. He was like-- It was so disgusting. He was like-- He was like, "Are you pig?" And I was like-- whatever. Is it on camera? Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. I just pee pee. Oh, my god. Wait, that whole bottle? Oh, my-- That hit. Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god. That hit. That hit. That hit. I didn't tie your bottle! Yeah. Oh, I think I'd lost a lot of respect from a lot of people. I mean, yeah. So. Well, that's our episode today. That's our episode. I do think that next time that we record we should go to your neck of the woods, we should go to, like I think that the Waffhaus thing should be a recurring thing. Um, so absolutely no questions. Nice to meet you. We had there was a lot it was a lot busier than I expected it to be. For a Thursday if it was like a weekend where you're like oh sure people are gonna come in after they've been at a bar whatever. I'm near like a more of like a city area. Not too far away. See you might be too a little busier than me. At night. I mean not super busy, but there's always probably one or two people in there. I mean, I think that we were pretty. I mean, I didn't like there was a couple of moments with the voice acting where I think it was supposed to be high, but I'm like I'm not gonna sit here and make it yeah, so all right. Well, thanks Roger creep cast stay creeps. I'll also go to Waffelhouse. It's really good. Stay creeps again not sponsored, but open not sponsored, but open is please not not sponsored, but not sponsored, but I am looking to put a ring on it. Please, hey look single for now. And the Cheesesteak hash brown bowl is supreme. Don't listen to anyone else in this room. Cheesesteak truth or sound off? I'd say what I hate to see that militia. You know, you know that meme where it's the guy that like it was like a Republican meme. Everyone jokes. It's the dude in the darkness watching Trump and he has a Mac ahead in the gun. It was like don't worry, Mr. President, I'll take you. Let's replace that with the Waffelhouse hat and keep the gun. Yeah, don't worry, Mr. I say. I'll order the head order the Cheesesteak. All right. That's it. Sponsor is pleased. Bye. Good. (upbeat music) (upbeat music) - Imagine setting your makeup, then forgetting it's even theirs. Meet new grippy setting mist from Maybelline New York. 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