Isaiah
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It's a strange but addictive feeling. Soon I started to notice something just a little off. She never really answered anything about herself. She ignored my suggestions that we text or talk on the phone. All she wanted was to know more about me. It got me wondering. Like, maybe she's dying and just doesn't want to say. So I asked her.
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Maybe not. Everything was literal, like bones in the back of the cafe maybe, or something like that, but it all had a purpose. Yeah.
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Um, so yeah, at the end he, he finally contacts Holy Moses and he says it's himself who says the birds and the bees. Uh, there's also a lot of like subtle, like, uh, I guess not explicitly Christian, but like savior imagery because Holy Moses is the name of the account.
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And then the file is milk and honey starts to lead them out, which is in the Bible, uh, with the story of Moses, uh, the promised land that they were supposed to travel to was called the land of milk and honey. So it's like, there's this, uh, constant beckon. And it's almost like it's him on the outside trying to give him on the inside and out a way to escape.
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And then finally, at the end, the birds and the bees, he follows the bees through the woods and he comes to a place that sounds like birds only to realize the birds are actually a machine that's running this entire thing. So it's like escaping the matrix, so to speak, like he makes it to the end of the road and is able to pull himself out of the hole.
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But there's several other people like Milky, like Ben, who are just down there. They're stuck down.
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just subtly like sexual in a lot of ways um in the story it's just it's very well written i think that plus another detail i kind of like about it because you said early on like right when we started whenever there was the line that said uh it's not a part of the internet i think it was waiting for us when we got here whatever right and you heard that and you said i really hope they don't explain that
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And really like, they tell us more about it, but they never explained that there's that part where he says, it's like, we found it because it's in the anti-net, but that still doesn't explain what it is.
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I asked why she wasn't sharing and if there was something I should know. I start reading over her previous messages for clues, and I noticed something that didn't occur to me at all until then. Her email address was at globetrotter.net. That may not mean anything to you, but it struck me as strange. You see, Globetrotter was a Canadian ISP way back in the mid-90s.
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Here's the thing. I don't even think that was explaining what it was. That's just saying that back in the seventies, the Soviets started to find this too. Like they were stumbling across this. Yeah.
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I know what you're saying that that's like, I'm too invested to care about the auxiliary details. If that was earlier in the story, maybe I would have cared about it.
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The, this story kind of thinking about it, the story almost feels like a horror rendition of like the matrix, you know, like it's like, Oh sure. Consciousness. Everyone's plugged into, but instead of having entities like Mr. Smith or agent Smith that try to keep everything together, you know, You have like these demons, these monsters almost. You have things like Connie.
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You have the woman under the bed, which might have been Connie, you know, like because Bernie's niece talked about Connie would hide under the bed. You have like these women that hide under the bed. You have the bee people. You have these kind of like angry face drones, as our narrator calls them. And then one of my favorite mentions in the whole, oh, Commander Meat, he kind of looks like a dog.
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And that's never brought up again. It says when they went to the Egypt that there was a dog behind the counter that never did anything. And then they're like commander meat. He kind of looks like that. We get zero explanation for that. So it's almost like there's this, like for God to this other dimension, right? Of demons. Of monsters or whatever. That has been existing next to humanity.
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For thousands of years. But when we invented the internet. That made a bridge. And now they're pulling people into their side. Pieces at a time. And you see like drones of them. That move around in the hole. Things like Commander Meat and Connie. And stuff like that. Like agents. The more I think about it. The more I love.
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because it was so spacey and dreamlike in a lot of parts things didn't necessarily connect but again it felt like i was in a vision it felt like going into the matrix and i like it the more i think about it and i like the world building and this is this is a very inventive horror take that had very creepy moments very bizarre moments very kind of ethereal moments with the visions and stuff like that the more i think about this the more i like it and i already liked it like yeah
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I didn't even realize they still hosted. I know a lot of people still have their old email addresses for sentimental value and all, but it's like she was purposefully trying to be old school. Something about it creeped me out, like she was trying too hard to make me feel nostalgic or something. Again, I didn't have to wait long for her reply. Oh, she didn't answer my questions.
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I yeah, I'm I'm bought in and I'm going to be I'm this is going to be a story that's going to stick with me for a while. I'm going to be thinking about the details of it. It was very well done. I also want to point out for everyone again that Jared Roberts has several of his books available for like Kindle and Amazon. There's like paperback addictions.
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And one of them is called The Machine Stories, which seems to contain this, the hidden Web page. or whatever his rendition was for print, as well as several other stories that, at least according to the description, seem like they all tie in together, like it's all part of the same universe. There's a story there called Sunburn that seems to be a part of it.
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And the book is called The Machine Story. So if this was interesting, there seems to be more of it. And then he has another book called Glycemia. that says it fits between the hidden webpage and an upcoming sequel. So either he is writing a sequel to the hidden webpage or that already happened because this book came out pretty recently, I think. I'm stupid. I don't read Amazon.
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But all that to say, Jared Roberts has a bunch of other things in this vein in the same universe, which I'm actually going to buy right now because
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She asked me, Hey, do you remember the hole? I didn't know why then, but the moment I read that sentence, I felt uneasy. I was being watched. I had a hazy sense that I dreamed about something called The Hole once. Whatever it was, I was instinctively repulsed by it. I couldn't remember anything solid, though.
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In my head, I went over IRC rooms, websites, newsgroups, web rings, all the old internet stuff, and came up empty. She sent me another email before I could even reply. You really don't remember?
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So I'm... This is fun. I've immediately bought it. Just like her being a little creepy. I'd like this weird internet space and stuff like that. Trying to prey on his nostalgia a little too much. I'm...
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She was right. I did. I just didn't remember ever calling it the hole. What I remembered was that secret little space we found. I remember it was like the browser didn't see it as a real website or something. There wasn't even an address to copy and paste from the bar. It was just the letter M. I tried everything to pin it down to an IP, but M was all I could ever find.
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Another thing I remember is that I never liked the place. Not at all. There was nothing there. It was all empty. I remember being excited the first time we found it because it was something hidden and it felt like somewhere we shouldn't be. Then I hated it because it was just empty. And it made me feel bad and empty. Not boredom. Like it wasn't supposed to be there or anywhere.
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It wasn't part of anything. I wrote Angelica back telling her I wasn't interested in talking about that. I didn't hear back from her that night. That was unusual. She normally replied right away. Eerily fast, I realized while mulling it over. It was like she already had her answer typed out and it didn't matter what I actually said to her.
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Now that I was waiting for a response, because this whole thing had me inexplicably shaken up, of course she didn't reply. The next day, when I got home from work and email was waiting, she said, we were missing so much.
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I felt a strange chill down my spine that I brushed off his nerves. I was up for a promotion and a little stressed after all. Then I started to wonder if she was pranking me. Angelica wasn't really a humorous girl. She'd laugh at your jokes, but she didn't really make her own. In fact, something about her earnestness was really disturbing. I didn't reply to her right then.
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I decided to run some checks on her because things just weren't adding up. I started with her email address to see if she'd been posting anywhere. I was searching for a while before I hit something. I didn't find any forum posts or websites or anything like that. What I found was that her email host, Globetrotter, had stopped hosting. Eleven years ago.
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The email address she was writing from was impossible. Now I knew something was wrong with her, if it was even really Angelica. I mean, why would she go through so much trouble to create a fake email address that mirrored whatever email address she would have been using in the 90s? That wasn't just quaint anymore. Also, we hadn't talked in 18 years. Why did she suddenly want to reach out to me?
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And why just to talk about some long-forgotten website? Because I felt like that's what she was building up to all along. The more I thought about it, the more weird it seemed.
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a bit cheesy but i i'm kind of bought it feels good right now the way it's explained itself is like believable tone and it like it it feels right um so far and also i agree with you it kind of gives me the vibe that like uh it copies like uh internet users to get messages that or whatever so like basically copied her from the 90s and is now trying to fish for more people
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And also to clarify, I don't mean copy like it's a monster that copies people or anything, at least not yet. I mean, like it literally copies like users information.
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Kept digging around. I used her ICQ number, her name, the state I believe she lived in. I could find no record of her doing anything after her AngelFire homepage. No Facebook, no Google+, not even a MySpace. It's like her last presence on the internet actually was in the 90s.
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Like she disappeared completely, waited in hiding for almost 20 years, then reappeared just to talk to me about an old website. The whole thing was so bizarre, I started having trouble sleeping. I was having nightmares about staring into a monitor, not able to move. There were computers all around, and I was concerned about the beehive in the corner.
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After that, I went a week without sending her an email or her sending me one. I felt guilty about it, but I had every right. I just knew I'd regret it if I sent her another email. And it seemed like she took the hint at first, until a new email came in. This one was short and to the point.
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I remember those words exactly. Oh yes, because whatever the hell they meant, the way she said them, so real and urgent, was really upsetting. I didn't dare answer her. Another week went by without a strange email. This one was a different kind of email. This one didn't even have an email address. Though spooky enough in itself, it gets worse. The text read, It wasn't signed.
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I figured it had to be Angelica. It just wasn't her style. Not long after, I received another email from Angelica with instructions of where to go looking for the hole. A place on archive.org on their Wayback Machine still had the dot to click on. That was the only way in, she said. It had to be the dot. I thought about going to check it. I would have, except I was afraid of it.
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I couldn't remember what happened to me with that site, but I knew there was something bad about it. Then another email came back from the blank email address. In the body, just a link to a gopher site. Now, I hadn't seen a gopher site in a good 15 years. I had downloaded an old browser just to access it.
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If you weren't on the internet back then, gopher sites just housed a bunch of text files and folders, usually. You'd go to gopher colon slash slash blah blah dot com. They were usually run by universities. Okay, thank God he said that, because I was sitting here like, what on earth is a gopher site? Yeah, yeah. This particular gopher site only had a few files. All audio files.
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I listened to them all. They had different file names, but they were the same. The muffled sound of a boy's voice saying, help me, please, over and over. I was shaking. I got the police involved this time. They thought I was being pranked. I asked them if they could at least look into Angelica. I told them all I knew about her. The only thing I didn't tell them is who I thought the voice was.
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I know it's crazy, but the reason I didn't tell them is that I'm pretty sure it was my voice when I was a boy. Oh, wow. Oh, that's not great. Fuck that, dude.
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I've seen, I've seen like home videos of myself and stuff like that. Okay. I know I was like kind of high pit, like maybe I wouldn't know it immediately, but I think I could maybe like make it out if I thought about it enough, but I'm trying to think about like an actual video from when I was a kid and I don't think I have any recording of my old voice.
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Well, I was getting there. We recorded the story for, I think, two hours. And I eventually, like, midway through, I stopped Hunter from reading a quote. And I was like, Hunter, if we post this, this guy's going to get bullied. We have to.
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It almost feels like... like if you were to, you know, people talk about like repressed trauma, memories and stuff like that. Right. Um, it's almost like our author, like something really bad happened to him. Right. And it's kind of like, it's kind of like the website and all this is a manifestation of like remembering something bad that happened to you.
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Um, It almost kind of reminds me, I'm doing, I think the video will be out by the time this recording goes up, so it's fine. But I'm working on a Petscop video right now. Are you familiar with it? I've never heard of that. It's this internet horror series. But it kind of like the whole theme is that a kid's playing a PlayStation one video game that his mom left him.
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And it's like through the course of the game, he remembers a lot of horrible things that happened in his family. And the game's kind of like a metaphor for a metaphor for this kind of. Yeah. Yeah. And this kind of reminds me of that. But it's like a website thing. It's I think it's a very neat concept so far.
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I stopped receiving emails from Angelica and the blank address after that. I hoped it was over. I think a month passed before anything else happened. I got the promotion. Thanks for feeling normal. I told myself some secrets are best left secret. Well, I got a large manila envelope in the mail. No return address. I went against my gut and opened it.
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but why sick that's when they told me they actually had heard back from local PD where Angelica lived she had been a missing person since 1999 her parents offered a reward and everything they never found her no clues one night she was at a room listening to music on the computer in the morning she was gone without a trace I was so shocked I had to sit down maybe it was a prank
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But then, what if it was her? Wouldn't her family want to know? Maybe she had a psychotic break or something. What's this stuff about the hole? What about the blank email address? I didn't have a clue. The police were no help with these questions, and I was pulled back in. I decided to go looking for any contacts I could remember from the time when I was speaking to Angelica.
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Anyone who would have known both me and her. We had a few mutual contacts, mostly people from the web ring, but also people we introduced to each other. Just not many I remembered by their real names. Actually not. There was one guy. He went by the handle Rapscallion42. Is that right? Yeah, Rapscallion42. Yeah, I just thought it was Rapscallion. You know what?
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You're probably... I'm looking... Yeah, that's definitely Rapscalli.
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It's me, kids. The Globitrotter. Harlem Globitrotters. He went by the handle Rapscallion42. He was an odd guy into hacking and anarchy.
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I like how immediately after that, the author points out the funniness of it. He's like, he's into hacking and anarchy. The good, clean internet taboos we had back then. I feel like 10 years ago, even further, I'm sure, but 10 years ago, it was like, yeah, I'm really like a second phase anarcho-isolationist.
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He'd been on the net forever since the days of bulletin board systems. That guy, if he was still around, he'd probably still be going by the same username. So I got to searching. Not only could I not find any trace of Rapscallion42, I couldn't find any Rapscallion at all. He was all over the web in the day, so that in itself was weird, like someone scrubbed any trace of him.
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That's when I got the idea to dig out my old computer. It was an old 1997 HP running Windows 98. I had it stashed in the basement since I went to college. It would at least have all of my old contacts stored just where I left them. If it would even load. I had to wait five minutes for it to boot up. Then I got the ethernet cable plugged in.
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It was like it had just been in sleep mode for two decades. There they were. My desktop icons for IRC, ICQ, Netscape, and even Napster. Napster. I learned there was more to music than the radio from Napster. Some good memories. honestly wasn't sure ICQ would load. I believe ICQ still exists in some form, but I just doubted their servers would still accommodate the old software.
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One of the key features of ICQ that made it so ahead of its time was that, besides being the only instant messenger, it also allowed offline messaging. I mention that because not only did ICQ load, but it loaded with a message. That perturbed me a little, because it's like it was just waiting for me, knowing I'd boot it up. Except for one detail. The message was dated from November 1999.
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It was from Angelica, so it had to have been sent right before she disappeared. It just said, You coming? It sent a shiver down my spine. Where was she going? Could I have helped her if I'd seen it in time? Why'd she act like I knew? Even weirder is that I'm sure I'd been on ICQ after November of 1999. I'd say I used it up to 2001 or so. That's when I went to college. Thank you for watching.
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Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
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We are talking about an act of goodwill someone did for free for others' enjoyment. It's not that serious. And ultimately, at the end of the day, a critic will never... be like as valuable as the story that they are criticizing, regardless of how awful it is. Right.
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yeah it's highly rated it's on like creepypasta.com i've heard people talk about it i believe this along with a few of jared's other works has been adapted into these little like anthology horror books that he's put together jared's actually a pretty prolific writer and if you're in the creepypasta space you probably know him uh when i was younger he did a story called the arkansas sleep experiment um which despite the name has nothing to do with the russian sleep experiment
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Every now and then it's fun if we read a Jeff the Killer or a Best Friend Tried to Ruin My Life, but we don't want this podcast to just be clowning on stories that aren't up to standard or whatever.
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Thank you. ,,, So he said he tried to find the server tower it was running on. If he could do that, he could read the logs. Find out who set up the damn thing. While I was waiting for Ben to get back to me, I got a call from Detective Therault. The police hadn't shown much interest in my case, but it happened to land in front of this guy.
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Thankfully, he said the simple fact that Angelica had disappeared meant there was the possibility that a crime had taken place. I agreed. Because of that, he had done a little more work and felt I should know. He found Angelica. When he told me she was alive and well, I was thrilled. He said she voluntarily ran away from home and chose not to have contact with her family.
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She declined to say why, and he had no right to compel her otherwise. Legally, he was bound to protect her privacy. Point is, there was no crime. However, when he told her how it came about that he went looking for her, she asked him if she could speak to me. He said he took the liberty of accepting for me and passed on her phone number. I thanked him heartily. It was the first bit of good news.
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The first real break in this mess. As soon as I hung up with the detective, I called her. I was nervous. It had been so long and I was excited to hear from her again. She answered quickly and asked if it was me. I told her yes and said it was nice to hear her voice after all this time. Then she said, without any pleasantries, I told her I'd figured that much out already.
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this thing is mimicking like people you knew or like masking them to just full out building relationships.
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Yeah. Yeah. I'll, if it's either a person, a demon or whatever that's causing this, right? Like, uh, Oh my word. What a great, Oh, what a great reveal. That's I don't know you at all. A part of me was screaming. She's lying. She just sounded so certain. It almost felt like drowning because if she wasn't lying, a whole chunk of my youth was a lie. I told her all I knew about her personal things.
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We are also, might I add, two people who are just coming into these things. We have one guy who it's like, hey, does this story look good? And he does the same thing we do. He reads comments. And let me remind you, I Dare My Best Friend to Ruin My Life was one of the top-rated no-sleep stories.
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She said and wouldn't elaborate. What do you mean? Then I told her all the details I knew of her personal life, about her likes and hopes and dreams and her family. She said it was all true, but whoever told him about it, it wasn't her. That's why she wanted to talk to me now, so I would know the truth. She remembered how it used to happen every now and then a long time ago.
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She'd have people tell her they talked to her online all night, but she knew she'd never spoken to them. And they'd tell her she was doing things she knew she'd never done. She was asleep or sometimes not even in town. Then they'd get weird or disappear. She remembered this one time. She was doing her math homework and a random guy messaged her with the solution to the problem.
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She was terrified, but she asked him how he knew her math problem. Was he spying on her? And he told her no. She asked him for help. She didn't believe him, so he sent her a screenshot. The message was from a day ago. She just got in the homework that day. She said the worst it got was when she messaged a close friend of hers and she saw online on ICQ. Her friend replied with, Who is this?
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She thought it was just a joke, so she said something silly. She didn't remember what. Her friend said she didn't think it was cool to be hacking Angelica's account, or if this was her brother, to knock it off.
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God. You know, I know when one of these stories is good. I know when it's getting me because I suddenly become aware of the door to my office just off to my right. Like, I just start thinking about it.
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Yeah, its eyes are a little too tall. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, just something a little off.
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It would be, well, now I'd actually be safe because I know it's Jared Roberts, my close friend. Yeah, my lifelong 22 decade old buddy, old pal. I just call him randomly and start telling him about like his mom's birthday. He's like, who the fuck are you? Who are you?
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jared german jared it's me jared come on whoa she knew this friend wouldn't joke like that she didn't have the imagination for it whatever it was her friend really believed she was in the room with her but she wasn't her friend always insisted she was there that night she said angelica was showing her her cool new home page the friendship fell apart after that because her friend got strange
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That was the first she'd ever seen of the homepage, and she knew it was bad juju. I asked her if she'd ever heard of the hole. She went silent for so long, I thought we lost connection. She said she's still there. She just never expected to hear that again. There was this guy who used to harass her back when she was like 12 or 13 on IRC. He called himself Holy Moses.
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He started off nice, seemed to understand all her problems, and to know what she was thinking. At 12, that felt romantic, oh no. But she noticed weird things, like he didn't seem to have any life or personality, oh no. At any time of the day, he was always online and active, but no one knew anything about him.
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One day, he started telling her strange things, like, Do you remember the three men dressed as bees at the Halloween party? She didn't know what he was talking about. Eight years later, at a college Halloween party, she saw three men dressed as bees sitting in the corner of the room. They weren't doing anything, just sitting still and staring at the floor.
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Then they turned to her and their eyes looked so black. She ran out of the party. Whoa, okay. Another time, he told her, You can drink and smoke, you know.
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Bro. Dude, I had the mystery man on the other end say that. It's like, well, I guess I'm never leaving my home ever again, ever.
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Yeah, oh my word. It scared the life out of her. She briefly wondered if she really was a ghost, she said. When she told him to stop telling her things like that, he said there was a place she could go that was for special people only. She'd never need to go anywhere else. It was a place on the internet that was infinite in all directions. She said she remembered him saying that specifically.
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And everything she needed would be there. It was called The Hole. And she just had to send him a message with the letter M to get there. She actually tried to do it because things weren't going well for her. But she sent the letter N by accident because her hands were shaking. Holy Moses went offline and she didn't see him after.
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Until 2010, when she got an email from thenewcommandments at holymoses.com saying, You coming? If anyone was impersonating her, she said that was the most likely person. At the time, she was so naive. Looking back on it now, talking to me, she said he was the creepiest person she'd ever encountered. Just thinking of him creeped her out and made her afraid he'd sense it somehow and come for her.
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She promised we'd never speak again and bid me a good life before hanging up. I was left reeling. What she said meant whoever I spoke to for years in my teens. I don't even know who that person is. It was all a lie. And why? What's so interesting about me? I wondered how much else in my life was trickery. Before I could dwell on it too much, Ben called me back.
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He said he managed to track the server to a storage room in a sub-basement below his office. He was aware of the basement, but it was abandoned years before he even started working there due to ventilation and mold issues. It's just full of old IT crap now and some storage lockers.
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Someone had set up the server in a storage closet, and the closet itself was completely obscured by old computer equipment, probably for years. Figures that's why it was never found. I mean, the server had been running under their nose all the time. When he gets in, he sees an old desktop hooked up to a landline. Beside it, he saw a notepad with PLEASE STOP written on it.
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That alone made him want to get the hell out of there. The whole place is covered in thick dust too, and his allergies were acting up. Somehow the server was still running. He wants to hook up a monitor and keyboard just to interact with it. One thing he said in passing really disturbed me.
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Whoa. So I get, I get the impression from this. Isn't that it's not just the university of golf that has one of these. I think the idea is that like, this is a huge sort of conspiracy or supernatural thing for old web internet that was set up like everywhere.
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active like kind of like almost like little relics of universities and stuff yeah yeah yeah he said after shutting it down he went and told his manager all about it just a fun it anecdote spanger told him there's really only one man who could have set that up back in the early 90s he said a guy worked in the department they all called milky because his last name was milk and he was really white
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He was a little eccentric too. That had nothing to do with Milk. It just happened to be true. Then he had a burnout and he got a lot eccentric. It started with him pounding his desk. The manager at the time asked him if he was okay. According to Ben's boss, he answered with, There's no way out. Then he heard Milky say something like, You think you exist? You're just another part of it.
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After that, the rest of the department started getting nervous around Milky. Just got bad vibes around him, the manager said. It got worse. Every day around 3 p.m., Milky started standing in a dark corner of the office, facing the wall. He'd mutter some things. The guys joked that he was at his prayers, but he'd always come away looking more upset than anything.
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Once a new guy asked if he was a Muslim, and he replied with, I'm sorry. The guy asked what he was sorry for.
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I think if a grown man approached me and said, I saw your children die, I would have to be like, yo, why don't you never look at me again? Yeah, I would be like, okay, cool. So we're done. Yeah, you can pack up your things right now. You have till lunch, you know, get out.
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Sorry. So the idea is like Milky and some other people are kind of losing their minds because they figure out that everything is kind of like instrumented around them.
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So without further ado, I say we go with... Well, I wouldn't say without further ado. So on that note, I just want to be known by you all. Yesterday, before we started the recording, Hunter sent me a text message and said that him and his wife were in a car accident.
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Some of it has to be instrumented because of Angelica being like the three men dressed as bees at the Halloween party, right? Like... Yeah. Well, are those people being or are those people being manipulated? That's also a good point. It could, it could be self-fulfilling prophecy just made to look like it can tell the future stuff. It seems that milky definitely thought that he was going to, um,
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Like, Milky thought it was real, right? Yeah. Toward the end, before they fired him, he started telling them about how he found a place on the internet that wasn't made by humans. The guys joked that it was Skynet. But he said it wasn't created by machines either. It was always there. The internet just found it by accident. It showed him things he couldn't unsee.
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Ben's boss even recalled they started to tear up. Now I do... Now that sentence alone...
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is like awesome just that little uh that the internet we found a place that was always there yeah and we found it by accident like what do you like what is that a dimension we can only access through technology but it was there before we got there like that i really hope they don't explain i just want it to be that i just want it to be a statement that i believe You know what I mean? Yeah.
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It can explain some of the auxiliary stuff, like the telling the future and what the fake web page is and stuff like that, but I don't need to know what it is.
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Ben's boss told him it was sad to see such a smart guy clearly losing it. Even though Milky was never caught stealing anything, equipment disappeared during his shift. Probably the equipment that went into the server. When they fired him, he told them that the secret place got into his head and that he'd sometimes wake up in strange places and had no idea how he got there.
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Never saw him again after he left that day. Ben said after that story and that creepy gopher server, he straight up refused to look into the hole. I told him it really wasn't that bad and to quit being a wimp. That's when he said he hadn't told me everything. Server had a link up through the phone line to a really old webcam.
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One of those low res webcams where the image updates every four seconds or so. It'd been running nonstop since 97. All of the saved images just showed the front of someone's house. Same house back to 97. He sent me some of the photos because he knew what it was. It was my house.
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That camera was pointed here before I ever moved in. It was just an astronomically improbable coincidence. At least, that's what it should be. I didn't believe that's what it was any more than he did. Man, I think that's part one of the story ended.
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And these are two people I care about, you know, a couple who's very close friends of mine. And I was like, oh my gosh, are you okay? And he was like, yeah, we're all right, but we're cut up pretty bad. You know, my wife's cut up on her arms. I've cut across my...
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Yeah. Yeah. Just like it's, it's like old web horror, you know, like old web.
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The next day, I was still reeling from my conversations with Ben and the real Angelica. I ran it over in my head so many times. Like, maybe the police made a mistake. So, of course, I'd never spoken to this woman. She was the wrong Angelica. But no, I knew everything about her. Someone systematically deceived me for two years.
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And someone had been recording a house I was going to move into for 20 years. And someone had recorded me when I was a boy. What happened 20 years ago to cause all this? It was so insane. I started questioning everything. I felt I was being watched constantly. I started to wonder if my mom remembered anything. She saw me more than anyone at the time, naturally.
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When I called her up, she said she was expecting me to call. I generally didn't call during the week, so I asked why. She said because of my little prank. I grew concerned immediately. I wasn't pranking anyone. I tried to calmly ask her what prank. She said the two guys. They showed up with a note from me to let them in. They don't say anything or do anything.
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They've just been sitting there with their chairs pulled together in her kitchen, just looking at the floor.
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She laughed and said no, but I think she was starting to realize I didn't know what was going on.
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Fuck. She said almost as an afterthought. Oh, dude, in his dreams earlier. He said, I'm in a room surrounded by computers and I keep looking at the beehive in the corner. Yep. Yep. Yep. I told her to calmly get out of the house and call the police because I didn't have anything to do with this. She said she was upstairs. She'd have to go past him to get out.
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my face like uh he was like it looks insane it looks like a law got thrown through the window we're lucky to be alive and i'm like oh my gosh what what happened like i i think i sent up a prayer for him like i hope they're okay um and then he's like yeah check this out and he sends me a picture of him completely naked in his bathroom mirror um
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Told her to keep me on the phone until she got out. I listened carefully. It seemed to be taking forever. Finally, she said, they're gone.
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I told her to call the police right away and check in with me in a bit. While talking, I had absentmindedly walked from my office to my own kitchen. My front door was also left open. Not only was it locked just a moment ago, but it seemed like quite a coincidence. I closed the door and locked it. Then I looked all around the house with a kitchen knife in hand.
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I have a one story with a basement, so it was easy enough to cover all hiding places. Fortunately, there was nobody. So I tried to tell myself I just didn't close the door right. Until my neighbor came over and asked me if I was having a costume party. Oh no. Oh no. I said no. That's when he told me he saw two guys in bee costumes leaving my home. Bruh.
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They just walked straight across the road and behind the neighbor's house into the woods.
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I picked up my mother and we went to the police station. I figured this one would be best in person. All these strange events barely seemed coherent, but I got the feeling it was all connected in some way. The police were baffled. They admitted someone was harassing me, but without any more evidence, there was really nothing they could do.
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When we were making the report, my mom told me she was thinking about something just after this happened, because it struck her as odd.
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Yeah, ex-squeeze me? Hello? Okay, Mom, let's get you back to the nursing home. Don't you ever say something like that to me again. The way she said it, like it was nothing, sent a shiver through me. Because I didn't remember that at all. What? Was all I could say. This is what she said.
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Um, I think I would get rid of my mom. I would probably, probably kill the mom. I would. Which, to be fair, Hunter has a history on the show of expressing violent thoughts towards his mother. The old goat, as I believed you called her. But yeah, that's insane to just be like, yeah, remember when you would whisper to the little voice in your modem? Like, okay.
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Oh, I see. Okay. Just like there was a copy of Angelica with her friend at school. I told her I couldn't remember that. That sounds crazy, but she just gave me a blank stare. I thought maybe she was concerned. So I started to tell her about what was happening. The whole Angelica thing, so she'd understand.
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She kept giving me a blank stare. She couldn't understand me. So I told her more. I met her on the web bring. My Fortune City page was on. And didn't she remember my homepage at least? She shook her head. What she said next scared me in a way I've never been scared before. She told me she got an internet connection after I left for college to email me.
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So he set up knowing that I would care about him and like trust his word. He set up this whole scenario saying he was in a car accident in order to make me care and then look at his naked body.
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I would be tweaking. Wait, have you never had the internet at the home? How is he whispering to a modem?
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So all of these interactions were fake. I mean, okay, maybe they had a computer, but no internet, right? To like type or whatever, put files on, who knows?
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Yeah, yeah, I bet that's what, I bet you're right. They didn't have internet connection. So he was sitting at a computer without internet, making all these web pages and talking to friends that weren't there. Dude, that's terrifying. That's the Candle Cove twist.
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man that what uh i feel like we keep getting reveals but they all work you know yeah no it's something it's like it's like okay yeah i'm more bought in now like this worked and like getting me more hooked yeah i said she must have gotten hit in the head because i remember distinctly all these experiences being online building my home page if net or if net is that a furry website god i hope
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debt irc icq all of that was when i was in high school she flat denied it she said she remembered though that i used to tell her i'd found a way to get into the internet without a connection i'd have to call some number with my modem then i'd have to sit still at the screen for a few minutes something like Something like that. She always thought I was joking.
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You'd have to stem in your chair for a couple minutes. So to connect to the internet, you call the number on the back of the modem, and then you set and vibrate in your chair as the Dark Lord Baphomet takes your whole soul. Then you speak Latin, and then boom, you're online.
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like every time your kids over like you have the computer set up in like the dining room like parents used to do and it's like oh jimmy you're gonna talk to your friends that's cool he's like yeah mom yeah definitely he's like gripping the table the pictures are shaking off the wall he's like starts floating out of the chair You know, kids and their little computer games.
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I think he plays Bible games on there. I think that's what he does.
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Before Detective Thoreau came to get us, she looked into my eyes.
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That's fun, too, because it's like such a... It's like such a parent statement, but it has so much deeper meaning now, like, man.
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She rose to shake the detective's hand. I was grateful to get off the subject. The detective offered to have a friend in computer forensics take a look at some of the sites I'd reported, but he didn't have much hope. After I got back home, I secured the house one more time, then I got to work.
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The best lead I had at that point was this Holy Moses character, so I downloaded MIRC to see if I could find him in his old haunts. It had been a long time since I used MIRC. I barely remembered how it worked, and there are so many channels on EFnet, it would take forever. So I decided to focus on channels that would have been relevant to Angelica back in the day.
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I just started asking in channels like at Gothic and at Vampires if anyone knew of Holy Moses or heard of him. But each time I mentioned him, the channel fell to almost complete silence. I didn't get a yes or no. I got ignored. Sometimes users even started to leave the channel. I was about to give up and try another avenue when I got a private message from U47284U.
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He or she told me I shouldn't be doing what I was doing. I asked him why. He said it doesn't come off well to them, whatever that means. He also said Holy Moses is just a bot. It's been around forever, never logs off, and is almost always idling for days at a time. I told him if that was true, why was everyone so reluctant to talk about it? I didn't want to tell him Angelica's story.
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I just wanted to find out what he knew. So the whole thing weirds people out because nobody knows who built Holy Moses. Nobody. Over decades. No one has ever claimed ownership. Not even trolls. Nobody knows where it came from or why it's there. It doesn't do anything. It's just there, he said. That's the creepiest thing about it. Always just there. Legends had built up around Holy Moses, he said.
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Like it was a government or supercomputer monitoring IRC. Or it was a KGB. Or a ghost. A bot left running long after the owner died and his bank account kept paying the bills. But no one knows. It was just there. Users tried messaging it and it never responded. It never interacts in any channel. It offers no services.
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So anyway, unrelated to that point, you could argue. I was looking on everyone's favorite website, Rule 34, and noticed that there's no entries for Papa Meat or Hunter. There's entries for Meat Canyon, but none of them are of him. It's all cartoons he's made. So that's cheating. So if someone could do something about that, I have plenty of reference material.
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It has moments of apparent activity where it's no longer idle, but no one's been able to detect what it does during this time. Except occasionally, a change of channel, seemingly at random. He said there was only one time when it did anything substantial, as far as anyone knows. Once in over two decades. And that only made things weirder.
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I was typing out a message to ask this guy what it was because he wasn't saying. But just then, I heard what sounded like my front door slam. I paused and listened carefully, trying not even to breathe. I didn't hear anything, so I rushed out to the front door. Nobody was there. Nothing disturbed. The doors were all closed and locked. I chalked it up to nerves and went back to my office.
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buddy buddy all right counterpoint pal i have a gun all right if you keep keep this up you're gonna meet him that was a little eerie but i was focused on getting answers so i ignored it and asked what it was holy moses did he said fine i'll tell you This is what he said happened in 1999 at 5 a.m. on November 21st. The same day, might I remind you, Angelica quote unquote went missing.
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Holy Moses joined the channel hashtag ornithology and made a series of short statements. First, deceive them at 7 a.m. Empty it at 9 a.m. Abandon them at 6 p.m. Turn back 9 p.m. and have it your way just before midnight. Then it went offline until January 5th. Why? He asked. Why be silent and useless for years, do that, and then never do anything after?
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Sometimes, when he really thought about it, he said, it gave him the serious heebie-jeebies. That was all he knew, or anyone knew, and he reiterated that I really shouldn't be looking into this and I'd just drop it. I thanked him for his help. I remembered a little more of what commands MIRC had after getting into the groove some. So I tried a who is on Holy Moses to see if he was out there.
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He was, or it was. It was on one channel only, hashtag still life. It had been signed on for 16 days and idle for three. Its IP was showing only the letter Y. I was thinking about going to the channel and messaging him to see what would happen. But I suddenly got another message from 47284. I told you to drop it. I know it's just text, but it freaked me out.
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I closed out of MIRC immediately and walked away. I figured it was just a nut trying to psych me out. And you know what? It worked. I continued to argue with my mother the next few days about what she'd said, telling her she confused reality with a Lifetime movie. But she assured me there was no internet in her house while I lived there.
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She said I had a floppy disk that I'd take home with me, but that was it. We went on arguing for a while before it occurred to me to ask, "'Take home from where?' She said she didn't know. I'd go out at times and I'd come home with this. I had a sterile light tub full of them in my closet. None of them were labeled, so she didn't know how I had any idea what was on each one, but I seemed to know.
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She remembered how I'd dive into my bin and dig around through all the black discs and popped with just the one I wanted. Generally, she didn't intrude on my privacy, she said. She just saw me do it a few times. Of course, I didn't remember any floppiness. Either my mother was becoming senile or I was losing my mind. Both possibilities were upsetting. My mom's a really good person.
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She'd had a rough time since my dad died a few years ago, but she was super caring. She didn't like to see anyone hurt and she could see I was really upset, not just trying to be right. So she gave me a big hug and she told me I should ask Ricky. Ricky? I hadn't thought of him. Ricky was an old high school buddy of mine. Well, we were friends from grade two until we left for college.
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We just drifted apart after. I had him friended on Facebook and we never talked. You know how it goes. She said when I'd go out to wherever it was I went, I usually had Ricky with me. We'd walk on the way across the bridge into town to pass our weekends. I decided to take her advice. I sent Ricky a message on Facebook. He wrote back really fast.
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I was surprised because I never see status updates or any activity from him. Oh no. I asked him if he was free for a phone call. I was scared about having another internet-only conversation, frankly. Facebook said he was typing a reply for about five minutes without anything happening. I was wondering what the hell novel he was typing. Then my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number.
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I know I never gave my number to Ricky, so there's no way it could be him, I thought. While I waited, looking at my phone, Ricky started typing out periods over and over. I answered. The voice on the other end sort of sounded like Ricky. Oh no. As much as I could remember, but like he was really far away on a beat up CB. I don't know why, but it made me feel weird and uneasy.
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I said, I think we have a bad connection. He said it's the best possible and that he knows. I was about to ask what he knows when he said. And hung up. I got a message on Facebook saying nice catching up. He wouldn't answer anything I said after that, bro. I asked folks I knew if Ricky was okay. Apparently he was in a car accident years back and was mostly bedridden.
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I made a note to try to visit him someday. Anyway, alt.rec.birdwatch is, of course, a Usenet news group. I used to browse news groups all the time as a teen, mostly for the porn. I was surprised they still existed. Now I had to look up how to get to them. I remembered being able to do it through my email software, but apparently that's not a feature of Outlook anymore.
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So I looked up news group readers and found one I used back in the day. Then I found some servers and started looking for alt.rec.birdwatch. When I finally found it, it turned out to be mostly British upskirt photography. What? British? Like specifically? I didn't understand why Ricky wanted me there until I saw a post with the header. Remember the dog? And instantly felt clammy and cold.
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I didn't know why, but there was something to it. Something I couldn't put my finger on. This is what the post read.
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My point is I need more bad things to happen to Hunter. That's all I'm trying to get across. Okay. All right.
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It was a pretty big deal, like, you know, several years ago and like creepypasta culture. And since then, Jared's actually come out with multiple publishings. He has one called the machine stories from the hidden webpage to sunburn. So that's the one that of course includes the story we're talking about today. And then another one called glycemia, a hidden webpage story.
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I think it's showing up again, but, you know, my condolences. I hope it gets better. You know, sorry that happened, I guess. That was it, and that was enough. I was trembling, and I didn't know why. It didn't look like anyone had replied to the message, and it had been posted three years ago. It seemed so out of place. I kind of started to remember.
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I remembered at least there was an internet cafe in town. It didn't last long. Like most internet cafes, it popped up around 96, 97 to take advantage of the internet craze and let people who didn't own computers experience the wonder. When personal computers became more common, they died a quick death. This cafe was popular with the teens in 96. It got stale after that.
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That's when something happened to it. It changed management or something. It changed. We tried going back just to hang out, but most kids didn't want to be there anymore. I had some friends who just wouldn't go or say why, but Ricky and I would hang out there all the time. Why couldn't I remember that before? Maybe mom was right all along. Maybe that's where I was on the internet.
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I replied to the news group message with... Why wasn't I able to remember? It was a long shot since the post was so old. Then I started looking through the other photos to see if there were others like it. There were others. They were all vague. But I knew what they were about. I knew.
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I couldn't make out what the computers were doing behind us, but we weren't touching them. What were we staring at? What were we doing? Why would I do this? I couldn't remember these events at all. I was the only one that ever looked away from the wall. I kept glancing over behind the bar. It was hard to tell, but I think I was afraid of something. I looked frightened.
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The hidden web page by Jared Roberts. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that I've been an internet user for 20 years now. That's older than some of my coworkers. It's over half my life. Still, the internet feels like the new thing. I used to take it for granted, like we all do, but at least I remember what it was like when it wasn't there.
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I tried to make out what I was looking at, but the tracking lines were in the way. When they faded a little and I was able to make it out, someone was standing there in the shadows. Whoever it was, at just that moment, turned to look right at the camera. It's like they knew I was watching. I know that's crazy, but it creeped the heck out of me.
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I shut the video down there, and I don't plan to open it again. After that, I kept researching the new way, because there had to be something to it. I was able to find a record that mentioned the owner's name, Bernard K. Bush. The same name as on the ICQ message. Looked for obituaries, white pages, anything that could lead me to him.
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I didn't think to look for missing persons cases, but I stumbled on one anyway. An old homepage asking to help us find Uncle Byrne. I emailed his niece, presumably, from the address listed asking for more information. The page was made in the year 2000, so I didn't expect the email to work, but it did. I got a reply the same day asking me how I knew Uncle Byrne.
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I wasn't sure how to answer, but I decided to go with honesty. I told her more or less what was going on, leaving out the parts that would make me sound delusional. This is what I got back.
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When you had to leaf through an encyclopedia set to find an answer. When you could only find Gillian Anderson's picture in magazines. Or later, when songs took 30 minutes to download and full-length movies were almost impossible to find because no one's hard drive could hold them. First, getting online was super exciting. I mean, the first time I did it without supervision.
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Interesting. Hmm. Okay, so Connie... is either fully bought in, as everyone else is, or she's part of this... She's like some possessed entity or part of one of these demon things that is causing... Like they said, the internet just found something that was already there long before we got there, right?
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So either she's an entity from that, and Uncle Burn gave himself to it, or she's just a person who succumbed to it like a bunch of people, like Milky did.
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It's fun to use Y2K as a plot element of like, yeah, no, I think it's fun.
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yeah yeah it's a cool it's a cool note being like you know in the year 2000 like whatever was waiting for us here uh took took hold it was like the there's actually um there's one creepypasta what's it called the silent revolution or the silent takeover about like uh i think it's about mannequins that like every mannequin in the world comes to life at once and just replaces humanity overnight uh
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but it happened so quick. It's something about like mannequins don't know they're not people and like were the mannequins or something like that. Oh, I see. I forget how it ends, but it's like, it's kind of like that. It's like this whole thing happened overnight and the world didn't know. It's like, oh, I know a perfect example.
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In the Monument Mythos, the idea is there's this giant cell that looks like the island of Alcatraz, but that's neither here nor there. But basically, this super cell devoured and replicated the entire country overnight, and it made perfect clones of everyone that don't realize they're clones. So it's like overnight, everything got reset into this new... way of being.
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And it's almost like the same vibe I get here by whatever's in the internet. It like took over everything at once and we don't know it.
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It's a cool idea. I had plenty more questions and I sent them to her. I never heard back. That's getting to be a real motif in my life, but at least she gave me some answers and it all led right back to the hole. It had to be the same mysterious website. Just had to be. I figured if I ever wanted to know what was going on, I'd have to go to the hole myself. Yeah.
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Because I knew I had anything at my fingertips. I could type it into good old Lycos. What is Lycos? Lycos? Oh, it says right after. One of many pre-Google search engines. And there it would be. Do you know what that is?
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pulled up the instructions Angelica sent me on how to get there. I can't say I felt like I was doing the right thing. I didn't. I felt ass over tea kettle wrong. Like there was something really terrible just off screen in my memories. I knew it was there, but I couldn't see it. So I welcomed the interruption when my phone rang.
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My neighbor was calling to tell me the man in the bee costume was back. He said the man was standing in my front yard. I walked over to the window and peeped out. It was nice and toasty inside, but I felt my whole body break into goosebumps. He was there, under the streetlight, looking right out the window with his insectoid eyes. I asked my neighbor how long he'd been there.
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He said he called me as soon as he saw it and that I should hang up and call the police. I started to do that, but there was no point calling the police. As soon as I hung up, he walked across the road and into the woods. When hanging up, I received a notification on my phone of an email from Ben. There was no text, just a video file. I played it right away.
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It started with him speaking to the camera. He looked scared and like he hadn't slept in about two days. I went into hiding. Things just got too weird.
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He pointed the camera away from himself to a computer monitor. When he was turning, I recognized the notepad on the desk. The same one from his description. He was in that basement storage locker with the gopher sight. I thought he'd shut that thing down. There's an image on the screen updating every few seconds. But this one wasn't pointing at my house like before. It was inside. Watch.
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With each frame update, I saw a new shot of the inside of my house. First, the kitchen. Update the hallway. Update my office door. Update the door slightly ajar. Update the door opened more. Update entering my room. Update me sitting at the computer. I could hardly breathe. I turned around slowly, expecting to see someone there. The video wasn't live, of course.
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Yeah, you are a dinosaur. That's all well and good. Yes, I am. I was interested in naked celebrities and the paranormal back then. Breach. Man, this guy's cool. Breach. Me too, brother.
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When I turned around, the webcam was just a black screen. Because of that, I was able to make out the timestamp. It was tomorrow's date. Oh God. I'm sure someone just fiddled with the date, but that only made it creepier, if that's even possible. Now I had video evidence of breaking and entering, except nothing to say who did it or why. I was losing confidence in police altogether.
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The last thing Ben said on the video is that he went ahead and traced that link I gave him to the hole. He was able to get a specific address. I knew the address he gave me very well because it's a duplex apartment I grew up in. That didn't make any sense. Still, I knew if I wanted to know what was happening, that's where I'd have to go. My hometown isn't too far from where I live now.
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I moved to go to college. It's about a four-hour drive away. My mom moved to be close to me after dad died, so I rarely have a reason to go there. I heard from mom when they decided to abandon the duplexes. For whatever reason, they couldn't sell or rent them anymore and didn't have the budget to renovate, so the town government is just letting them rot.
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When I first heard that news, I didn't care much. I try not to get sentimental. But preparing to see the place again, where I had so many memories, it got to me. The days of watching He-Man in my fuzzy Star Wars pajamas. The days of watching The X-Files with Mom. The days of lying in bed all summer reading UFO books. Of course, I realized it'd just be empty space now.
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Nothing in common with those memories other than a floor plan. So, hold on. He saw on the webcam his current office with him setting up the chair, but what address was the one? The last thing Ben said on the video is that he went ahead and traced it.
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Oh, where the hole was coming from and that was from his childhood house. Got it, got it. And the pictures of himself were in his current house. Makes sense. Okay, gotcha. Those feelings vanished soon after I arrived. I was able to sneak in through the living room window in the back, just like I used to do when I'd get home from school and realize I forgot my keys.
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The moment feet hit the linoleum floor, the music started. It was low and distorted at first, so I couldn't make out what it was. It didn't matter. Someone had to be in there, and that someone knew I was there. I waited for a sound other than the music. Nothing. Felt a little more courage. So I started walking towards the stairs.
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This guy, by the way, I would, I would never be caught in these situations.
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Okay. Hunter, let me, let me, let me put this into some perspective for you. Okay. You have found out that several of the memories from your childhood are wrong. And every rabbit trail you chase with them leads to other people who have gone insane or disappeared or something like that, right? Right. You then see a video of you in your chair right now from behind you, and it is tomorrow's date.
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You find out that the website that is the source of all of this is coming from your childhood home. What do you do?
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Every 13-year-old boy's search history was like boob, boob, scary.
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Guess where I'm going to be tomorrow. Where are you going to be? A different country than the one that the video camera says I'm going to be in.
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So he's got a ton of works that deal with like technology. And if I remember the Arkansas sleep experiment was about dreams or something like that, or maybe I'm misremembering it. But yeah, he's pretty well known in like the no sleep community and stuff like that. And also while looking him up, I found his LinkedIn, which completely unrelated to his writing.
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I am going to be so far away that it is mathematically impossible to get me back to that office chair by the time tomorrow rolls around.
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I wouldn't go back to the address where the, the hole is coming from.
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Here's, here's, here's my, here's my, uh, Okay. Here's my actual game plan. Right. Okay. I know tomorrow someone's going to be, but the house, I'm probably going to die because like, if we, if anything we know about these guys, it's true. Like they can predict death, stuff like that.
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Yeah. Like people are either dying or they're disappearing. They're being sucked into this website. Okay. For 48 hours, I'm on the layup, right? I'm gone, but I know the holes coming from that website. So what I'm doing is I'm going to, uh, swat my own house, uh, I'm going to like, like if there's something in there, there's a guy in there controlling it or giant B people running a server.
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I am going to call the police and be like, yeah, they have five hostages. You know, you should probably send a tank and I'm going to let them clear it out. See if they come across anything, take it out. Um, and then I'm going to go in with them afterwards. Like I'll arrive, be like, Oh, this is my property or this. I was the one who called it in something like that.
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That's how I'm investigating the house. Um, I'm not. Now, is that cruel to send those SWAT agents?
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Well, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that these ancient Mesopotamian wind spirits, as I've called them, that do not adhere to time and can predict things like decades and have existed before. They existed in the internet before the internet. Probably not going to be affected by a bullet, huh? Probably not affected by both a bullet and the old Ferris Bueller.
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If they have had like a 40 year game plan to manipulate these possessed people into figuring out codes on these websites at internet cafes. And there's people through the walls. I think they understand what a mannequin is.
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Like, I don't, I don't think like they, they jump you. I don't think the, the B people see like the back of your head and they're like, it's the guy with the hair. Let's get him. They can probably just, I think they just know where you are. Okay. All right.
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I'm flying to Japan just because that's probably a long enough flight that statistically I'm not going to be back in that office chair. Then after that, I'm swatting my own home. If I have to go into it by myself, I am taking with me the equivalent of a SWAT team, dare I say, like a special forces task group.
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No, no, no, no, no. I'm saying I'm only in Japan until the date passes that I was supposed to be in my office. Like, it's a chess game, right? They made their move, so I have to counter and then I can attack. So... After that, I fly back home.
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Then I do the SWAT thing because I need to be there, not in the house, but I need to be like present because if I'm actually trying to take this thing down, I want to see what happens. And you know what? To credit my potential slaughtering of an entire SWAT task force, if they want me, they probably won't expose themselves by wiping out an entire SWAT team.
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The visions are taking hold of me. I was so interested in the paranormal. I built a fortune city free homepage all about the occult and the X-Files. And this guy's cool. I linked it to the dark net web ring where all the best quote dark websites and homepages came together. Pages on spell books, goth babes, occult, dark art, and a gross out page or two.
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So that may be an everybody wins scenario, you know? All right. That's my game plan. You know what, Hunter? Sure, you go to that house. You go to that house and hear music playing in your childhood bedroom and just keep doing this. I don't want to set the world on fire. Is that Fallout 3? Whoa. Yeah. Count me in. So I started walking toward the stairs. The music got louder, but no less distorted.
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The tune was familiar, though. I went up the stairs slowly. That's where my old room was. By the time I got to the top, I knew what I was listening to. Early in the Morning by Vanity Fair. An oldie. And it was coming from a grimy old radio propped in front of my bedroom door. That was odd, because the same song started playing again when it reached the end.
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A radio station plays the same song twice in a row. Switched the radio off. Doing that, I realized, telegraphed my exact location. I broke out into a cold sweat for a moment waiting for something to happen. But all I heard now was a buzzing from in the room. Like a beehive. I noticed my name placard was still on the door. Other people had lived there after mom left, I'm sure of that.
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Either those people chose to leave my name on the door in their home, or someone had put it back. Either way was weird. I opened it I didn't and still don't know how to react to what I saw inside. The room had been set up to look exactly like it did when I was a teen. Not like it did after I left for college or even just before. Like it did in 1999. Down to the details.
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Halloween lights around my desktop. Fangoria posters on the walls. My old Mr. T pillow on the bed. Someone had to have known my room in intimate detail to have done this. It was insane. Me, my mom, and Ricky are about the only ones. But there were some details that were off. At first, that was comforting. But the more I thought about it, they seemed intentional. Like on the Candyman poster.
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It said it starred Tiny Lister instead of Tony Todd. And the wall was painted with the same style of stucco, but the color was a shade or two off. Things like that. They were everywhere. That was more troubling to me than the recreation itself. It's like it was recreated in a bad dream, where it all meant something. I found where the buzzing was coming from. At any rate, it was a computer.
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It was running. I sat down and activated the screen. Like the rest of the room, the desktop was a faithful snapshot of 1999. Every icon just as I remembered. I couldn't find anything running out of the ordinary. It was like being transported to the past. That's when I noticed the one thing out of order with my desktop. An icon in the corner, almost off the screen, called Milk and Honey.
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I never had any such file. I'm sure of that. I started moving the mouse up to it. I felt strangely afraid to open it. Before I could, the radio started blasting early in the morning again. My heart almost stopped. I looked behind me expecting the worst. Nobody was there. I got up to switch the radio off, but it was still off. I checked the batteries, and there were none.
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That's when I realized the music wasn't coming from the radio. I don't think it ever was. I wanted to get out of there. I felt fear before. I don't think I've ever known what dread feels like before then. Not really. But I had to find out what milk and honey was. It loaded a telnet connection. I hadn't seen one of those in a while.
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The connection worked because in a few seconds, an ASC-2 mountain filled the window. I waited and waited for something to happen, but nothing did. Just the mountain. I tried submitting some inputs. I even wondered if the connection died. I was going to retry, but I got a phone call from Detective Thorold just then. Are you alone?
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I thought that was strange, but I told him I believed I was, but I wasn't sure. He asked where I was. I told him. He said I needed to get out of that house slowly and calmly, get in my car, and drive back to him. His voice, I knew that sound. It was controlled panic. Something was definitely wrong. I was ready to listen, but I told him I wanted to know what's going on.
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He said he had a gut feeling about something and decided to check back with Angelica to make sure everything was okay. Everything was not. He said that girl he'd put me in contact with two weeks ago was not Angelica. They had no idea who that woman was because no one's been able to find her. The home she was in was apparently between renters. Nobody lived there at the time.
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All they found left behind was a script detailing what she was supposed to say when she spoke to me. Wow. Oh, man. Oh, this is great. Every every turn feels so good.
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Yeah, yeah, they all fit well. I was speechless and confused. I just readjusted my thinking to believe everything with Angelica was a lie. And now that the truth about the lie was also a lie, did that make the lie true? But it got worse. Detective Thoreau said he contacted Angelica's family again and asked more questions. A lot more. She had every message I ever sent her printed out.
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Web ring's a thing. Again, this shows my ignorance to it. Was it? Was there, like, could you message people online and, like, stuff like that in the late 90s? Or was that, like, early 2000s thing? When did Web 2.0 start up?
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Pictures of me. A map of my hometown. A doll. He said in some of the pictures I was clearly sleeping. Did I know about any of these pictures? I couldn't speak. He took my silence for a no and he was right. I thanked him and prepared to do just what he said. That's when I noticed more had happened on the telnet screen. There was a question up. Are you alone? Is that you?
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I asked, but the detective had already hung up. I didn't really think it was him anyway. I just hoped. Oh. Oh, on the computer. Yeah. I responded in the telnet client that I believed I was alone. As soon as I did, sound started coming from the computer speakers. It came out slow and garbled.
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A warning transmitted by... After 2100. Interesting. Interesting. I had no idea what it meant, really. I only remember it because it kept repeating, so I was able to record it. Other than that, I couldn't find anything strange on the computer. I unplugged it from everything anyway, just in case. I got up, ready to calmly exit like the detective said. I would have been okay, I think.
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But I saw something. Something that froze me in place. There were strands of dark hair flowing from under the bed. Oh, Connie, you crazy, crazy fucking monster.
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I just kept staring at them. Mentally, I needed to make sure I was seeing right, that I wasn't just threads. It was dark in the area, after all. My eyes adjusted slowly, and I realized I wasn't just looking at hair. I'd been looking right into someone's eye for half a minute. God. And whoever it was had just been staring right back the whole time. Yeah.
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I screamed and I ran, jumping several steps at a time out the front door. Sure, it wasn't my proudest moment. What matters is I lived. I don't know who that was. I didn't want to find out. Knowing I was being watched that whole time, it still felt like that eye was on me. It's pretty much ruined my memories of that place forever. There was just one other thing to do in town while I was there.
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The Egypt. I don't know if I disconnected the hole by unplugging that computer, but I still had to face the Egypt again. When I got there, the parking lot of the post office was completely empty. I parked him back in front of the filthy old windows of what used to be an internet cafe. I didn't even have to break in. The glass in the door had already been busted. I just had to reach in and unlock.
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My hands started tingling as soon as I reached in. I kept expecting someone or something to grab my hand. When I got in, I was shocked to see it hadn't really changed at all. Computers everywhere. A sign-up sheet on the counter, and no one there. I started hearing some low voices. As soon as I did, I looked around the place to hide. The voices continued, distant and muffled.
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It took me a moment to recognize my own voice. It was the conversation I'd had with Angelica. The part where she told me about being seen in places she'd never been. It was coming from one of the computers. I got closer to it, and I could see someone was on the screen. I knew what it was right away. The animated skeleton GIFs and links to conspiracy theories in Heaven's Gate.
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Yeah, it was my homepage. The one that was deleted almost two decades ago. I never thought I'd see it again. But why? Who put it there? On another computer, I saw a video of a middle-aged couple staring into the camera, like they were watching me. And a little girl peeking over their shoulder.
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And the man was shaking his head slightly. He looked frightened. That's got to be Uncle Burn, right? I'm guessing so, yeah. Uncle Burn and Connie, yeah. Then another computer started playing a song. I recognized the sound of Vanity Fair again. Hitching a ride. That made it click. I just walked into a trap. I had to get out. But I couldn't. These people started coming inside.
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I hadn't even heard them approaching. Middle-aged woman with long black hair, well-dressed. An older businessman, it looked like. A rough-looking homeless guy. More and more people crowded in without saying anything. They were moving towards me. I tried talking to them, but their faces were blank, emotionless. I didn't seem to hear. I ran into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
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It had a simple turn-the-bolt lock, so I locked it. I pulled out my phone to see if I could get the police, but there was no signal. I started hyperventilating and had to catch myself against the wall. That's when I remembered the story about the guy knocking on the wall. Maybe there weren't bricks on the other side.
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I knocked for a hollow spot, and when I found one, I started kicking a hole in the drywall. I tore the rest of the hole open with my hands. There was space back there. I used my phone's flashlight to look inside. The space was about two feet in width to the brick wall. I stepped inside. There were tons of floppy disks stashed in there. It was crazy. Bro. Bro.
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Oh, I know what you're talking about. Yeah. Yeah. It's like him sprinting. Yeah. You got mail.
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Oh man, that scared me enough to go deeper into the space, stumbling over pieces of sheetrock, but there was nowhere to go. While I waited for something, anything to happen, I noticed two things. One, written above the hole I just made on the inside, the hole had been painted. The other was that sheetrock I was stumbling over. It was bones. I don't know how long I sat there.
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Suddenly, the breathing sound stopped. A few minutes later, Detective Throat burst into the bathroom. The door splintered at the first thrust. Those people could have got to me if they wanted to. The detective said no one was out there when he arrived. While he escorted me out, I saw all the computers were gone. The guestbook, all of it. But the bones of Floppy Disk were there and very real.
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He said we'd have a lot to discuss. After I got away from the police station, I came home and settled down to try and relax. Anything to rest my nerves. Just as I settled, I got an email notification on my phone that said, please look, and provided a link. I didn't recognize the number, but since the link was to a Gulf University page, I figured it was Ben.
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The link brought me to the webcam that Ben found weeks ago on the Gopher server. I was regretting my decision to trust it already. Why couldn't they just leave me alone? The frames. French, I'm freaking out. I'm doing the thing where I move the story to the right monitor. Yeah, right by the door.
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I know so perfectly what he's describing when it's like you see something in the dark and you just squint at it for a while. You know? It's like, what am I looking at? Is that like a person? Is that a coat hanging? You know, like you can't, everything's fuzzy. Right. Um, and then to be in that position and realize you're looking in someone's eye. Yeah. Fuck that. Oh my word. Yeah.
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That, that, that got me pretty good. Uh, uh, uh, so what happened there? He, uh, detective throw burst in, helped him. And then he took him to the police station, but then right afterwards he leaves the police station, uh,
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Time for some personal reflection. Yeah. Just me, yeah. The link brought me to the webcam that Ben found weeks ago on the Gopher server. I was regretting my decision to trust it already. Why couldn't they just leave me alone? The frames kept updating, but nothing was happening. Until, with one update, I saw the trunk of my car was opening.
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When the frame updated four seconds later, the trunk was fully open and someone was half hanging out. I guess I was mesmerized because I just kept watching, waiting for the next frame update. Whoever it was, he was standing at my door. I went to my front door and looked out the peephole. No one was there. I looked at my phone again to check the webcam.
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Someone was or should be standing right in front of it. Maybe it was something that happened in the past. I looked through the people again and it was blocked. Oh, it took me a moment to realize I was looking right into someone's face. An awful, hate-filled face. I took my phone with me to my office and locked the door. I heard my front doorknob rattling and then open. I knew I'd locked it.
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Whoever it was walked in, purposefully, right to the office like they already knew where I was going. I didn't have much confidence in the lock. I expected the door to fly open immediately. Instead, I heard a weird, distant voice, just like when I spoke to Ricky. It was like the weather radio tuned to the wrong frequency. I called 911. I heard the operator pick up, but I couldn't speak.
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The door opened and this person walked in. His face was hazy, but it was familiar. He had some kind of weapon. He forced me to get on my computer and go to the hole. He walked me through each step. I didn't have a choice. I did it. After all those years, there it was. The same bland page that seemed to do nothing, but I could feel it like fingers poking in my brain.
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It was like I was still in my office, but that guy was gone. So were other things. I could see things that were always there, but weren't really there. It was all the same, but just a little different. I was still on the phone with 911, I realized. I tried to tell the operator that the man was gone. Nothing I said was coming out right. I kept telling the operator that I saw a tot.
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I saw a putty tat. And the operator was telling me, That's the captain. He's a jackal. And he's not happy with you. You ever heard of freaking? Someone asked, it was disorienting, but I knew right away I was looking at Ben and I wasn't in my home. There's a guy standing with Ben that I didn't recognize. I asked if I was in golf and how I got there. So, okay. So he goes to the hole, right?
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But then he starts to like go somewhere else. That's the, that's the interpretation I get from this, right?
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And, like, the 911 operator sounds weird, and now he's not in his home anymore. Like, he's changing location, basically. Yeah. He assured me I was in a motel in my hometown. He didn't trust technologically facilitated communication anymore, so he came all the way to talk to me. And he introduced his associate as Milky. He found him holed up in a Catholic commune in rural Ontario.
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They said I was in serious danger. Wait. Okay. So... He gets on the phone, kind of spaces out. And I knew right away I was looking at Ben. So he went from sitting at his chair. So now is he inside of the hole right now? Or did Ben come save him?
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There was an unknown. Like, now it's just, like, I have all my little friends in my computer, and I can, like... The chances of me getting groomed by a stranger or a cult leader online are very slim, but they used to be much higher.
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Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. While he spoke, I kept hearing screams in the background of the recording. Some sounded closer than others.
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Let's get into it. Did I write this? Am I Jared Roberts? He does. Okay. I'm not just coping because I said that he was attractive earlier, but he has like my complexion and long black hair. So maybe this is like a bizarro. Me and him could get along. I think me and Jared could be friends.
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But I have to say he is a rather attractive man. Oh, he's a looker. Yes, he is a looker.
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Okay, for one, that's not at all what I'm saying. And then you're like, you know what, he looks... And I'm like, we have similar style is what I'm saying.
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We have similar style is what I'm saying. Okay, I'm just saying that I like this guy. All right. All right. And he, might I add, has yet to send me a picture of him naked after telling me him and his wife were in a car crash.
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He said these things don't want me going anywhere. I need to get out before it's too late. He knows, he said, because he's me. The last thing he said before the video ended abruptly was... The birds and the bees. Okay, so... He's been in the hole ever since he sat down at the computer. Yes.
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All of this has been part of the hole, but he can still use the internet or whatever the internet equivalent to get messages and out to Holy Moses and stuff like that. Right. And then he said, yeah, which is a way to try to get out. But now he has to get out of the hole. That explains why everything with Ben and Milky has been so spacey. Right.
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Maybe. He might be Holy Moses. You might be right about that. He has been Holy Moses this whole time.
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Okay. Angelica hosted a Wiccan Geocities or tripod homepage that I found particularly alluring. No, wait, it was Angelfire. She just made the best of some cool animated GIFs, midifs, and frames. Amazing stuff at the time. Just like her, the page was creative and attractive, but also simple.
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All of the... Or maybe Holy Moses is just sitting a video of himself on the outside. Right. Could be that too. Holy Moses is just a conduit for it. But that does make a lot of sense because ever since the whole Ben and Milky introduction, things have been very spacey. It's like I'm here. Now I'm here. Now I'm doing this thing. Now I'm doing that thing. It's like he's in a dream. Makes sense.
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Like I would go to turn on the TV. I don't like this show. I turn on this other show. Like it's the way someone would describe like a vision or a dream. Yeah. Oh, pussy. Yeah.
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So I took the door. Nobody was there. That just made me worry about where they really were. I stepped outside and still nobody there. I heard my car before mom come around from the back, and I heard rapid footsteps. Ben was running right toward me from way down the street. Stop hurting me! But he didn't look in pain, he looked in a rage. I got in my car and started backing up.
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When he got to me, he was pounding on the windows, still screaming. I drove straight back to my home, leaving them all behind. The only explanation could be that I'm in the hole, whatever that means. Because there was no other way Ben and my mom would act like that. But when did that happen? And what does that even mean anyway? Before I even stepped inside my home, I knew something was wrong.
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Waves of something, just bad, pure bad, were hitting me. I opened my front door. Everything looked normal. I started turning on all the lights, and I grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer. Then I saw them. Two men in bee costumes sitting on my treadmill, looking at the floor, not moving, almost like they were stuffed or forgot where they were. What do you people want from me?
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I kept a tight grip on the knife. They stood up, then they both looked down the hall toward my office. I followed their gaze but saw nothing down there. After a few seconds of wondering what they saw, I heard the song start. Early in the morning, while I was looking down the hall, they were already heading out the door.
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I decided to follow them because whatever started that music gave me a worse feeling than them. As I stepped out the door, I'm sure I heard a dog growling behind me. I followed them across the road and into the woods. I turned my phone flashlight on to be able to follow them. It's like they could see in the dark, the way they navigated the woods. The deeper we went, the more uneasy I became.
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It just seemed to keep going and going. But the deeper we went, the more I started to hear birds. I never even thought of it before, but I hadn't heard any birds in a long time. Weeks at least. Or locusts, or any normal springtime sounds. The more I followed the bees, the more I heard the birds. Until they got loud enough, I figured we must be under a massive collection of nests.
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The reason I bring all this up is she suddenly contacted me just a few weeks ago by email asking, What's been happening? A catch-up question. We had almost 20 years of catching up to do, and this is pure Angelica. She signed the email with her ICQ contact number. I enjoyed the quaint touch. It'd be like someone in the 90s sending a letter with a wax seal, right?
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I kept following them until it got too loud to bear, and then it sounded like machinery, like elevators. There was a machine. Hidden out in the middle of nowhere, I followed them inside, and then... And then I was back in my office, sitting at my desk, slept over my keyboard. The corner of my mouth was wet. I must have blacked out. I picked myself up.
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It felt like I was just waking up from a deep sleep. The room was bright with sunlight. I could hear birds chirping up a frenzy outside. My screensaver was on. When I shifted the mouse just to see what time it was, there was an email from the globetrotter.net Angelica.
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So the entire story, he was in the hole, effectively, all the B people.
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I sat disoriented for a while before realizing I had to urinate, eat, and drink. When I had done those things, I looked around my home for clues. The knife I'd taken was back where it belonged. My old computer was put up in its box. I called my mom to ask if she was okay. She didn't remember any of the events from the previous night. That's when I remembered the video on my phone from Holy Moses.
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I checked and it was still there. I knew I wasn't dreaming. I played it back. Here would be my evidence. The video was two minutes of distorted audio and video, and all the distortions, no recognizable sounds or images. That was a few weeks ago. It's taken me some time to get calibrated to reality. Nothing strange has happened since. I can't explain what happened. Maybe I had a psychotic break.
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I was under a lot of stress at work. Maybe someone was gaslighting the hell out of me. Maybe there really is a secret to... Maybe there really is a secret website that uses electromagnetic waves to mess with your mind. I'm just glad it's over. I'm glad to be going back to work like a regular person. Making banana smoothies. not thinking about sinister internet cafes.
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I really do remember the Egypt and the whole, and it's like reality all twisted. I'll just end by saying I don't think I'll be feeling any nostalgia for the old days of internet for a good long while. The only problem I'm having is whenever I'm trying to sleep, I keep remembering the whole nightmare and asking myself, am I still inside? But then, what difference would it make?
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I replied back with a summary of how my life had gone over the past 18 years or so since I'd last communicated with her. 18 years makes you think. She shot back her response almost immediately, asking for details. We exchanged a few emails this way. I was pretty excited to come home from work and write to her, actually. Nothing romantic. It was just, it was reconnecting with my past.
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I would agree with those points, I think. Yeah, I think that makes sense. I think... Okay, so talking about the literalist part of the story, how do you feel about effectively the reveal that it was all a dream or a lot of it was a dream?
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So I normally don't, it normally drives me crazy, but the whole story was so weird that You know, like it was like the guys in B costumes and like, oh, I know this person actually don't know this person. I went to the internet cafe. There was like a crowd of people outside the door, but then just a detective burst in and your body's actually in the back.
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Support him. Are you supporting a cool author? But you are supporting a handsome author as well.
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Like it was so abstract that it almost works for me because it's not that none of this ever happened. It's not that he wasn't a young boy who went to the cafe and was speaking to the thing in the corner. All of that was real. It's that he was seeing visions of this. He was basically walking through his own history.
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Like while he was in the hole, he got to see reality for how it really is, quote unquote.
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So it's just like a vision. Like he was seeing a vision of like what the reality really is. Right.
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Okay. So this story comes from like, okay, so the author of this story was Chris Straub, who, if you're familiar with online horror, is like a legend. He made Local 58, among a bunch of other like horror works online. He was one of the first to like utilize like second generation internet for horror storytelling, in my opinion.
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Like he gave birth to like analog horror genre as like a horror genre and stuff like that. Yeah. So as soon as he made this story and things like it, a ton of stories spouted off of it. I remember a bunch of people like in... 1999, the channel's Caledon Local 21, but a bunch of people would tie it in to, like, Candle Cove. Like, well, they both aired on Channel 58 or whatever, right?
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Same universe kind of thing. Same universe kind of thing, yeah. Even earlier in the story, he says that Channel 58 had Candle Cove on it, and Channel 58 was, you know, the basis for eventually Local 58, like the first analog horror story. So, like, Chris Traub... created a lot of modern internet horror culture.
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And if I remember right, Candle Cove was a set of a bunch of series of stories that all spouted out at the same place. I mean, it was probably the same idea.
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Five minute horror stories that would happen once in like 2016. And we had to make those last for months until something else came out. Okay.
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We've talked about that briefly, too. We have talked about it briefly. The first season is about Candle Cove.
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I remember... Okay, so from what I've heard generally mentioned about it online is that... They did good in some places by taking these stories and adapting them, but also some authors felt kind of slighted by how they did it. Didn't think they interpreted it right. Didn't think it was the best adaptation. Yeah, I remember there was some drama about it. I would like to watch it for myself to know.
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Well, you know what would be fun? If we did a Creep TV for Channel Zero.
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But is it each season a new creepypasta? Each season's a new creepypasta. So season one is Candle Cove. One of them's No End House, I think. Really? That'd be kind of fun. If I'm right. The fourth one is Stairs in the Woods.
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Those are the four seasons. I think dream door might be no end house. I could be wrong. Hold on. Channel zero.
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whatever and then now i go like i'm taking you to the gas station yeah exactly now i'm getting a filet mignon from 7-eleven that's that's how that yes then i need that i need to have that perspective and it but it's been there two weeks but they reheated it on like the hot dog roller racks for a bit so it kind of looks fresh from a distance but then you get in the car and you open the bag and it's like that was a bad move yeah i should have done that yeah
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Okay. Sorry. No, here it is. Season one's candle Cove. Yeah. Season two is no end house. Yeah. Okay.
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Yes. And then season four is the butchers block is the one that is, uh, I'm a search and rescue officer. So therefore the stairs in the woods, the one that uses stairs in the woods and, uh, the dream door is based on the creepy pasta, the hidden door by Charlotte by water, which is the only one we haven't read out of the four that they adapted.
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horror space but yeah candle cove was a classic for a reason shout out so after giving you after giving you like uh a fresh cheeseburger so to speak you know kind of short but like does its job well and stuff like that we're now going to dive you into something else So I think we should skip ahead to Dead Bart. I think that's a great one.
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Yeah. And how they articulate things. So fascinating. All right. So with that dead Bart, Here we go. Written originally by K.I. Simpson. Could that be? Could potentially the name Simpson be a pseudonym? We're not sure. It has to be.
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Okay, so here we go. You know how Fox has a weird way of counting Simpsons episodes? They refuse to count a couple of them, making the amount of episodes inconsistent. The reason for this is a lost episode from season one. Okay, already I have no idea what you're talking about.
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Listen, this is the point. Because if a kid comes along and reads this, they're just going to be like, oh, I guess Fox is a weird way of counting. Yeah. Like they're not going to check. Especially in 2010. That's an old person show. That's an old person show. Yeah, exactly. Exactly. Yes. Now you're thinking, right. You got to put yourself in the mindset. I know. Okay.
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Being nine years old, scrolling through YouTube and hearing like readings of these stories. And when a narrator with like scary piano music in the background goes, you know how Fox has a weird way of counting shows. I don't, I'm like, okay, they do. Got it. I get it. Yeah. Yeah, exactly. Now you're locked in. So keeping that in mind, um, Finding details about this missing episode is difficult.
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No one who was working on the show at the time likes to talk about it. From what has been pieced together, the lost episode was written entirely by Matt Groening. During production of the first season, Matt started to act strangely. He was very quiet, seemed nervous and morbid.
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Mentioning this to anyone who was present results in them getting very angry and forbidding you to ever mention it to Matt. The episode's production number was 7G44. The title was Dead Bart. In addition to getting angry, asking anyone who was on the show about this caused them to do everything they can to stop you from directly communicating with Matt Groening.
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Yeah, so I'm looking forward to it.
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At a fan event, I managed to follow him after he spoke to the crowd, and eventually had a chance to talk to him alone as he was leaving the building. He didn't seem upset that I had followed him, probably expected a typical encounter with an obsessive fan. When I mentioned the lost episode, though, all color drained from his face and he started trembling.
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When I asked him if he could tell me any details, he sounded like he was on the verge of tears. He grabbed a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and handed it to me. He begged me to never mention the episode again. The piece of paper had a website address on it. I would rather not say what it was, for reasons you'll see in a second.
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That's what we're going to do. So to hurt him more, I think Candle Cove is going to be probably the longest one we're going to read. I want to take him through a lot of the micro horror instances, the things that I know about and you know about, but he doesn't know about. Sure. I have a plan here to make this bad for him, and I can't wait.
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I entered the address into my browser, and I came to a site that was completely black, except for a line of yellow text. A download link. I clicked on it, and a file started downloading. Once the file was downloaded, my computer went crazy. It was the worst virus I'd ever seen. System restore didn't work. The entire computer had to be rebooted.
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Before doing this, though, I copied the file onto a CD. I tried to open it on my now-empty computer, and as I suspected, there was an episode of The Simpsons on it. The episode started off like any other episode, but had very poor quality animation. If you've seen the original animation for Some Enchanted Evening, it was similar, but less stable.
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The first act was fairly normal, but the way the characters acted was a little off. Homer seemed angrier. Marge seemed depressed. Lisa seemed anxious. Bart seemed to have genuine anger and hatred for his parents.
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He's even more angry.
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Hunter, I need you to take this seriously. Sorry. You're reading history right now. That is true.
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Yes. This is like scrolling through the Codex Grafica. Like, there's a reference here. Stand upright.
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Is that real? Hunter just texted me. So much. I had a bad tamale yesterday. And it's been buckets of liquid ever since. Must have been a big tamale. I think rotten peppers, maybe? Because it's finding me on its way back out. Had to get chapstick. Gosh, he's disgusting. Feels like Buffalo Wild Wings Blazing Challenge. I'm getting so many play-by-plays. He keeps texting me details.
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I love how it's going. I'm tearing up thinking about it. That's really cool, dude.
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No, you're good, man.
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The episode was about the Simpsons going on a plane trip. Near the end of the first act, the plane was taking off. Bart was fooling around, as you'd expect. However, as the plane was about 50 feet off the ground, Bart broke a window on the plane and was sucked out.
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The pressure difference wouldn't be enough at 50 feet. You would just be like a broken window close to the ground. Yeah. Yeah. Planes are at 50 feet above ground for like a millisecond.
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Cause it's the same pressure. It's the same pressure in the plane and out. So no, there wouldn't be any like pull either way. I mean, speed, it'd be like a car that's going fast and like there's wind outside, but wouldn't be a pressure difference.
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At the beginning of the series, Matt had an idea that the animated style of the Simpsons world represented life and that death turned things more realistic. This was used in this episode. The picture of Bart's corpse was barely recognizable. He took full advantage of it not having to move and made it almost photorealistic drawing of his dead body. There we go. There's photorealism, Hunter.
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Candle Cove is different. Candle Cove is different than the other. So we're going to go through hair O'Brien. We're going to, we're going to go through lavender town syndrome. We're going to go through some of the bangers. As long as they're not all bad.
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I expect to see all the... Similar to what you were saying at the beginning, where it's like, no, he didn't. That idea of Matt had an idea that the animation would represent life, and that death turned things more realistic.
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Act 1 ended with the shot of Bart's corpse. When Act 2 started, Homer, Marge, and Lisa were sitting at their table, crying. The crying went on and on. It got more pained. It sounded more realistic. Better acting than you would think possible. The animation started to decay even more as they cried. You could hear murmuring in the background. This crying went on for all of Act 2.
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Act 3 opened with the title card saying one year had passed. Homer, Marge, and Lisa were skeletally thin and still sitting at the table. There was no sign of Maggie or the pets. They decided to visit Bart's grave. Springfield was completely deserted. As they walked to the cemetery, the house became more and more decrepit. They all looked abandoned.
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When they got to the grave, Bart's body was just lying in front of his tombstone, looking just like it did at the end of Act 1. The family started crying again. Eventually, they stopped and just stared at Bart's body. The camera zoomed in on Homer's face. According to summaries, Homer tells a joke at this part, but it isn't audible in the version I saw. You can't tell what Homer is saying.
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The view zoomed out as the episode came to a close. The tombstones in the background had the names of every Simpsons guest star on them. Some that no one had heard of in 1989. Some that haven't been on the show yet. All of them had death dates on them. For guests who died since, like Michael Jackson and George Harrison, the dates were when they would die.
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You can try to use the tombstone to predict the death of one of the Simpsons guest stars, but there's something odd about most of the ones who haven't died yet. All their deaths are listed as the same date. Dun, dun, dun! And that's the end of Dead Bard. That was really lame. Oh, you loved it. You loved it. That was pretty like all the summaries of it. Say there's a joke. Like what summaries?
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I thought you had a virus to like download this on a piece of paper that Matt Groening handed you. Also, the implication that there's going to be a mass extinction event that kills everyone that you can tell because if you go to the Simpsons episode, you can.
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I'll say that. Ben Drown was good until it got to the text part. I liked the part of Ben Drown that was like, I found the game from this old man. It's my kid. We are now on to Gateway of the Mind. Are you ready for this one? Gateway of the Mind. This was actually one of my favorites when I was a kid. When I read this one, this was like one of my top. I loved this one a lot. Written by.
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This was very important to me. Written by an anonymous author. I don't even want to tell you who I am. I need you to take this seriously, Hunter. I am. Because this meant a lot to me. This is a very important story to me, Hunter. Okay. In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists conducted a radical experiment in an undisclosed facility. I like that. pious, radical, undisclosed like the three.
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They're on lock. Dude, this was revolutionary. If you read like Dead Bart and Jeff the Killer, then you get all three of those adjectives. It's like, whoa, did a professor write this? He's a scholar. This is an A plus student for sure. The scientists had theorized that a human without access to any senses or ways to perceive stimuli would be able to perceive the presence of God.
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They believed that the five senses clouded our awareness of eternity, and without them, a human could actually establish contact with God by thought. An elderly man who claimed to have nothing left to live for was the only test subject to volunteer. purge him of all his senses, the scientist performed a complex operation in which every sensory nerve connection to the brain was surgically severed.
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And I was like, oh, God. So we'll see. You know Sonic.exe. We did it at the live show.
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Although the test subject retained full muscular function, he could not see, hear, taste, smell, or feel. With no possible way to communicate, with or even sense the outside world, he was alone with his thoughts. Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud about his state of mind in jumbled, slurred sentences that he couldn't even hear.
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After four days, the man claimed to be hearing hushed, unintelligible voices in his head. Assuming it was an onset of psychosis, the scientist paid little attention to the man's concerns. Two days later, the man cried that he could hear his dead wife speaking with him, and even more, he could communicate back.
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The scientists were intrigued, but were not convinced until the subject started naming dead relatives of the scientist. He repeated personal information to the scientists that only their dead spouses and parents would have known. At this point, a sizable portion of scientists left the study.
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After a week of conversing with the deceased through his thoughts, the subject became distressed, saying the voices were overwhelming. In every waking moment, his consciousness was bombarded by hundreds of voices that refused to leave him alone. He frequently threw himself against the wall trying to elicit a pain response.
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He begged the scientists for sedatives so he could escape the voices by sleeping. This tactic worked for three days until he started having severe night terrors. The subject repeatedly said that he could see and hear the deceased in his dreams. Only a day later, the subject began to scream and claw at his non-functional eyes, hoping to sense something in the physical world.
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The hysterical subject now said the voices of the dead were deafening and hostile. Speaking of hell and the end of the world, at one point he yelled, For five hours straight. He continually begged to be killed, but the scientists were convinced that he was close to establishing contact with God. Don't laugh. Hunter, don't laugh. This is serious. He's speaking of hell. He's right by God.
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Take me out! Take me out! The scientist is standing in front of the glass like, I know this looks bad, but... Hypothetically, like, we all think a devil. What's the opposite of the devil? God, right? Boom. He's almost there. He's gotta be right there. Has to be close. After another day, the subject could no longer form coherent sentences.
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Seemingly mad, he started to bite off chunks of flesh from his arm. The scientists rushed into the test chamber and restrained him to a table so he could not kill himself. After a few hours of being tied down, the subject halted his struggling and screaming. He stared blankly at the ceiling as teardrops silently streaked across his face.
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For two weeks, the subject had to be manually rehydrated due to the constant crying. Eventually, he turned his head, and despite his blindness, made focused eye contact with the scientist for the first time in the study.
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And his vital signs stopped. There was no apparent cause of death. The end. Why not? It's so funny.
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So that was actually what I was going to say. I'm pretty sure that this was just like the Martyrs concept.
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Yeah. Well, the idea is if you torture someone enough, they're able to establish a connection with God or like God will speak to them. Yeah. Um, And I really like, is it the remake or the original French one where the lady who set it up kills herself at the end because of what the martyr whispers to her?
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There was a visual project that was created at the same time. Oh, actually, I think this is it at the end. Yeah, if you scroll all the way down to the end and watch that little YouTube video, that's two minutes long. This came out at the same time.
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is the same YouTube channel that posted blankroom.soup, or blankroomsoup.avi, which is like a famous early YouTube-like scary video that got passed around. And they posted the original Squidward Suicide and stuff like that, yep.
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Of like a guy who says that there was a demon that appeared behind him in a photograph. I remember seeing this when I was like 10 years old and I like couldn't sleep for days. Really? Yeah. That like face over his shoulder. The weird dog face. The clearly like, it's like, it's like a retriever of some kind over his left shoulder.
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I saw this thing in the corner of every room I walked into for a while.
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Gateway to the mind. I didn't know martyrs or anything like that. I just liked, I just liked that. Well, Candle Cove is the best, but gateway to the mind was just such a fun concept that if you shut off all sensory, you can like speak to God. Yeah. Yeah. I love your life. I like that.
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Do we read he who should really not be named since it's like 200 words?
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You're not supposed to name him Hunter. Oh, sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Gosh. Okay. He who should really not be named Candle Jack. I'm super serious. I'm being serious right now. In this world, there exists a spirit, neither male nor female. The spirit is covered with dark cloth, with a separate white cloth to cover its head.
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It is said to carry an enormous brown burlap sack. So there's three cloths, a white cloth, a black cloth, and a brown cloth.
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Three cloths. It is said that the second its name has been called out, either directly or indirectly, the person is collected and becomes a property of the spirit. So many who have witnessed its appearance have been said to have gone insane and were later found with their eyes gouged out. The spirit is very, very real.
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The failure to prevent the mention of its name will cause Candlejack to come and whisk you away. I said it. I said it at the end because the story said it.
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I'm in the sack and my eyes get pulled out.
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That's the entire story. What I just read is the whole thing.
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Well, you've got to realize most of these were being read by, like, eight-year-olds.
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I said it!
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That kind of thing would be awesome. Absolutely. Yep. I remember being so scared by some of these. I couldn't sleep. Like no joke. Not that one specifically that I remember, but one of them. Okay. So we're reading hair O'Brien.
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That's what we're reading. Me and you. Let's go.
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You better believe it. So Herobrine. You know about Herobrine, right?
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We'll read the story first, and I'll talk about its impact on stuff. I had recently spawned a new world in single-player Minecraft. Everything was normal at first as I began chopping down trees and crafting a workbench. I noticed something move amongst the dense fog. I have a very slow computer, so I have to play with a tiny render distance.
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I thought it was a cow, so I pursued it, hoping to grab some hides for armor. It wasn't a cow, though. Looking back at me was another character with a default skin, but his eyes were empty. I saw a no-name pop up, and I double-checked to make sure I wasn't in multiplayer mode. He didn't stay long. He looked at me and quickly ran into the fog. I pursued out of curiosity, but he was gone.
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Yes, exactly. Me and you, don't forget it. We're going to destroy them, just crush them. I can't wait.
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I continued on with the game, not sure what to think. As I expanded the world, I saw things that seemed out of place for the random map generator to make. Two by two tunnels and the rocks. small perfect pyramids made of sand in the ocean, and groves of trees with all their leaves cut off. I would constantly think I saw the other player in the deep fog, but I never got a better look at him.
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I tried increasing my render distance to far whenever I thought I saw him, but it was to no avail. I saved the map and went on the forums to see if anyone else had found the pseudo player. There were none. I created my own topic telling of the man and asking if anyone had a similar experience. The post was deleted within five minutes. I tried again and the topic was deleted even faster.
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I received a PM from username Herobrine containing one word. Stop. When I went to look at Herobrine's profile, the page 404'd. I received an email from another forum user. He claimed the mods can read the forum user messages, so we were safer using email. The emailer claimed that he had seen the mystery player too and had a small directory of other users who had seen him as well.
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Their worlds were littered with obviously man-made features as well and described their mystery player to have no pupils. About a month passed until I heard from my informant again. Some of the people who had encountered the mystery man had looked into the name Herobrine and found that the name to be frequently used by a Swedish gamer.
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After some further information gathering, it was revealed to be the brother of Notch, the game's developer. I personally emailed Notch and asked him if he had a brother. It took him a while, but he emailed me back a very short message.
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I haven't seen the mystery man since our first encounter, and I haven't noticed any changes to the world other than my own. I was able to press print screen when I first saw him. Here's the only evidence of his existence. And then this image right here.
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So let me tell you how impactful this was. So this thing, this was early days of Minecraft too. Like when the game first came out and this made its way everywhere to the degree that notch would make jokes about it. Notch, which we like, I don't have a brother named hair O'Brien or whatever. Uh, and then he started putting it in the patch notes.
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Every time there was an update, the final patch note would always read removed here. O'Brien as if he was an entity, like he couldn't get out of the game. Um, So people would make stories about this. All the early Minecraft animations would feature Herobrine as the enemy. And I can say firsthand how well the story worked because I had two younger sisters and I was really into Minecraft.
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My younger sisters like to play Minecraft with me and they added a Herobrine skin to the game. So I would turn name tags off in the settings and then I would put on the Herobrine skin and I would go stand on hillsides at night. Dude, I remember one time my two sisters, like I saw them down there just like building a cute little house or whatever.
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And one of my sisters just like glanced over to the hillside and they stare at me for a second. And then she goes, I hear it through the house before I hear it in the game. My other sister's like starting to cry. Like, so let me, let me ask you this.
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The idea is Notch's dead brother died and he can't leave the game.
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Here's what you got to realize with a lot of these early creepypasta stories. It is a blueprint, right? So it's like, here's the premise. Do with it what you want.
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So you can tell friends at a campfire and like freak them out with something like that.
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It was a whole genre of early Minecraft YouTuber to be like Herobrine hunting, where it would be like these five-hour series of them going through Minecraft and being like, this tree looks like it's been chopped down before. And we put together clues to see if we can find Herobrine in our game. And whenever Minecraft modding got to be popular, that's when it really took off.
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Because people would program these entities that have like a 1% chance of spawning that look like Herobrine. So then people would make legitimate Herobrine hunting videos. Or maybe at the end of the five hours, they do see him for a second. And then he disappears. And they're like, whoa! Yeah. It became like a whole genre of... of like gaming horror on YouTube and stuff like that.
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And which it's kind of making a resurgence. I've seen a lot of really cool Minecraft horror mods lately that do similar things to that. But Herobrine was a classic.
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So with that, let us begin.
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Yeah, exactly.
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But I got to experience it. Yeah. So that was the original 4chan post. And then from there, it blew up. It went everywhere. It became like a recurring theme. And people would use it to prank each other with. But I will say... That when I first read about this story, there was an undeniable creep factor to it. Because Minecraft has a lot of randomly generated structures.
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So you'll be digging deep underground and come across an abandoned mineshaft all of a sudden. And as a kid, I would always do that. And halfway through, be like... is there actually something in the game? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Right back out there. It's like, okay, well, I guess that's funny. Someone come play with me. Yeah. Yeah.
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The hood. It is one of the top.
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How could we miss out on that? Okay. All right. So hoodie, the hooded man. Have you ever been influenced by clothing? I don't mean confidence by looks. Have you ever been given more control than ever by an item or a truth or just a favorite shirt? Have you ever been influenced in the worst way by showing the truth? The following is taken directly from journal entries. Just a journal.
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The entries were written by a notorious but unknown killer. Notorious but unknown. He is notorious in the means that everybody has seen his work. He is unknown because nobody knows that he has done it. His origin is unusual. No troubles, no evil family, no magic or paranormal forces. His life was chosen by him and him alone. His identity is also unknown.
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He will be named from here on as the Hooded Man.
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Hell yes. April 3rd, 2004. It's been really cold around here. I don't... How do we set up a man who needs to put on a hoodie? Man, it's so cold. I wish I had a hoodie.
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Why are my arms always exposed to the elements? If only there was a way. Sure. Sure. I said, thanks to be polite. Common courtesy is so hard to find.
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David King.
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Can you read this next one in the voice? The next paragraph.
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I have to kill someone now. April 10th. I've had a hell of a week. I felt so great. I walked the halls like a big shot. I like how it's just understood that he's in school. He is middle school.
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This is, this is when it started out. This is like start of it. Most of this stuff though, like Jeff, the killer laughing Jack, stuff like that was like 2010, 20. Yeah.
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He was so angry. Who never do ignore, wait. Who never do ignoring an insult was more insulting than responding with shrewd comments about someone's family. He antagonized me. He asked for it. He threw a hard punch, and I stood. It stung harder than before when I actually argued with him. I felt so cool all week. Wait, is all that happened?
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He didn't even fight back. Yeah, so now he's like, I felt cool all week. My confidence kept me up. I punched him hard in the stomach and I lifted him up with an underhook. It felt so good. It really did. Parents calling April 14th. Jack still isn't out of the hospital. He punched the guy so hard. He's like, all of his organs are failing. It was like, well, he said he lifted him off the ground.
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So it was like, you're like Dragon Ball. Dragon Ball Z fucking punch him. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Like, you can see the fist go through his back as he punches him. Yeah. Oh my God, Kakarot, you hit him way too hard.
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Your voice is totally... Kakarot, there's nothing weird about it at all.
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That sounds good, Kakarot. Okay, thank you for telling me that, Kakarot.
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I'm going to go sleep with Bulma now. Yeah, I'm going to have sex with Bulma.
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I don't know where I'm going with this. I was just like, you have fun with that one. Jack still isn't out of the hospital. They said he's in a lot of pain. He spit a lot of blood. His parents told me over the phone. I reflected on it. On how great it felt when my fist connected. How his crack scream sounded. That's good to hear, I said blankly. I don't care about Jack. I smiled at his pain.
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I keep staring. I keep staring at my mirror. I'm always wearing my favorite hoodie. It feels so empowering. My friends would laugh at what I say. They would compare me to Spider-Man. In his black suit. Yeah, I'm pretty much Venom. I'm Spider-Man. This is my symbiote. This is my symbiote suit.
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From Spider-Man issue 274.
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Well, it's somewhere between Droopy and like Stewie Griffin.
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What makes it Droopy is like you add like the... You add like the big cheekness to it.
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It's funny to imagine this emo kid as like a Looney Tunes character walking around a hospital. I'm a severely overweight teenager.
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Okay, all right. They would compare me to Spider-Man in his black suit. Spider-Man threw his power away. I don't plan on doing anything with my source of confidence. April 22nd. Jack has gone to a better place. The words rang through my ears. He's dead. Lost too much blood.
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And they couldn't do it. He was bleeding too much.
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Oh, his father told me the day I visited that he was losing blood due to a personal health condition. But the way his mother looked at me and told me the real story, I killed him.
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I still remember the satisfaction of hitting him. I never wanted to kill him. I need to think about what I've done right. That'll fix my feelings. But what is there to think about? Regret is a foolish emotion. I don't regret. I don't need regret.
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This is great to imagine that he becomes a serial killer that punches people.
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Honestly, yes, but that's a low bar to get over.
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What was that one motocross brand everyone would wear? Fox? Yes. Yes. Fox. Yep. Yep. It's a Fox. It's a black Fox.
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So our beginning is entries from a net nostalgia forum about local television shows. The first entry comes from Skyshell33. The subject is Candle Cove local kids show. And Skyshell asks, does anyone remember this kids show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been six or seven. I never found reference to it anywhere, so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972.
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You got it. April 24th. Dad has been avoiding me lately. And mom just tells me she loves me. I love you.
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I love you, son. He comes into rooms floating, just like pounding his fist into his hand. Like, where's dad? Where's dad?
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Oh. They both want me to feel endless guilt, but I won't. Or rather, I can't. Oh, God. I can't fake it for the public. But the truth is, I'm not sorry. Spider-Man's story is starting to make me think more. But why would a cursed or possessed hoodie land in my possession? Everybody who knew Jack glares at me.
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Everyone who I would talk to have transferred themselves out of my class or went to a different school. Teachers don't look at me much. Get on to me if I'm breaking any rule. Today I threw a pencil at my history teacher. It hit his shoulder. He just froze for a second and continued what he was doing. Everyone either hates me and probably wants me dead or they fear me.
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My writing is the only comfort I have. I can be at peace and let myself go. april 25th they provoked me they threatened me i had no choice they would have killed me my hood protected my face the knife naturally moved from rob's hand to mine i didn't mean to the writing was a short line at this point april 30th Five days. Five days being interrogated, sleeping in a cell.
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They decided I was only defending myself. I can hear mom and dad talking. They want me gone. They're both scared. I was an idiot to think that this jacket of mine was possessing me or changing my personality. It's just a really cool jacket. I love how it looks. I feel like such a badass. I remember how I put the hood up. Put it up when Jack challenged me.
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I put it up when those guys tried to kill me. I feel no remorse. I feel indifferent. I'm in control. I have finally come to realize insanity. I wanted to kill them. All of them. I needed only a push and the confidence to fight. I got it. Mom and dad are irritating me. They all irritated me. The end.
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That's 100%. Yeah.
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Well, it is just a jacket, right?
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I lived in Ironton at the time. I don't remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4 p.m.
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Yep. I agree. I, I, I personally love this. I don't see anything wrong with it. 10 out of 10. One of the best stories we've read on creep cast, in my opinion, the idea to that all, it wasn't even the jacket.
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I also like that part where it's like, This story you're about to read is of a dark one whose work is known everywhere and we never get an explanation of that. He's just like a really mad kid who's about to kill his parents.
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This is a banger. I love it. I don't know what you're talking about.
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All right, so we are now on. Let's go to Ickbar Bigelstein. Ickbar Bigelstein. So I don't remember this one. I remember hearing of this story, but I don't think I ever read it. It's another short banger. Let's do it.
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When I was a small child, I was terrified of the dark. I still am. Back when I was around six years old, I couldn't go a full night without crying out for one of my parents to search beneath my bed or in my closet for whatever monster I thought was waiting to eat me.
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Even with a nightlight, I could still see dark shapes moving around the corners of the room or strange faces looking in on me from my bedroom window. My parents would do their best to console me, telling me that it was just a bad dream or a trick of the light. but in my young mind, I was positive that the second I fell asleep, the bad things would get me.
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Most of the time I would just hide under the blankets until I became tired enough to stop worrying, but every now and then I would become so panicked that I would run screaming into my parents' room, waking up my brother and sister in the process. After an ordeal like that, there would be no way anyone would be getting a full night's rest.
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Eventually, after one particularly traumatizing night, my parents had had enough. Fortunately for them, they understood the futility in arguing with a six-year-old and knew that they would be unable to convince me to rid myself of childish fears through reason and logic. They had to be clever. It was my mother's idea to stitch together my little bedtime friend.
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She collected a large assortment of random pieces of fabric in her sewing machine and created what I would later refer to as Mr. Ickbar Bigelstein, or Ick for short. Ick was a sock monster, as my mother called him. He was made to keep me safe while I slept at night by scaring away all the other monsters. He was pretty damn creepy, I do admit.
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Honestly, looking back on it all now, I'm still impressed that my mom could think of something so strange and disturbing looking. Ickbar had the switch-together look of a Frankenstein gremlin with big white button eyes and floppy cat ears. What the fuck is wrong with my mom?
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His little arms and legs were made from a pair of my sister's black and white striped socks, and the half of his face that was green was made from one of my brother's tall football socks. His head could have been described as bulbous, and for his mouth, my mom attached a piece of white fabric and sewed it in a zigzag pattern to shape a wide grin of sharp teeth. I loved him at once.
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From then on, Ick never left my side, so long as it was after dusk, of course. Ik didn't like the sun, and would get upset if I tried to bring him to school with me. But that was okay. I only needed him at night to keep away the boogeyman, which was what he was good at.
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So every night at bedtime, Ik would tell me where the monsters were hiding, and I would place him near the section of my room closest to the spookiness. If there was something in the closet, Ik would block the door. If there was a dark creature scratching at my window, Ik would be pressed up against the glass. If there was a big hairy beast under my bed, then under the bed he went.
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Sometimes the monsters weren't even in my room. Sometimes they would hide in my dreams, and Ikbar would have to come with me into my nightmares. It was fun bringing Ik into my dream world, and he and I would spend hours fighting off ghouls and demons. The best part was, in my dreams, Ik would talk to me for real. "'How much do you love me?' he would ask.
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I would always tell him. One night in a dream, after I had lost my first tooth, Ik asked me for a favor. Can I have your tooth? I asked him why. To help me kill the bad things. The next morning at breakfast, my mom asked me where my tooth went. From what she told me, the tooth fairy didn't find it under my pillow.
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When I told her that I gave it to Ickbar, she just shrugged and went back to feeding my little sister. From then on, every time I lost a tooth, I would give it to Ick. Something funny, Hunter.
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His head was an old porcelain baby doll. Looked like an antique that didn't belong on the body. I don't remember what station this was. I don't think it was WTSF though.
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Fuck that. I don't know what you're talking about. This seems perfectly reasonable. I would think... He would always thank me, of course, and tell me that he loved me. Eventually, though, I ran out of baby teeth. I was beginning to get a little too old to still be playing with dolls. Ick sat there on my bookshelf collecting dust, slowly fading away from my attention.
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Over time, the nightmares, however, became worse than ever. So bad that they even began to follow me to the waking world, terrorizing every dark corner or rustle in the bushes. After one particularly bad night, biking home from a friend's house where I swore a pack of rabid dogs were chasing me, I got home to find something strange waiting for me in my room.
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There, on my bed, standing fully upright in the soft glow of the moonlight from my window, was Iqbar. At first, I just thought my eyes were playing tricks on me again. They had been all evening, so I tried to flick on the lights. Another flick of the light switch, and another, and another, with no change for the darkness. It was then that I started to get nervous.
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I backed away slowly towards the door behind me, my eyes never leaving the shape of Ick's silhouette, my hand awkwardly outstretched between behind reaching for the doorknob. I was just about to get my ass out of there when I heard this door slam itself shut, locking me into blackness. In nothing but shadows and silence, I stood frozen in place, not even breathing.
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For how long, I can't say, but after what felt like a lifetime of cold fear, I heard the shrill, familiar voice.
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I blinked once and everything changed. I was in my bedroom anymore. I was somewhere else. It wasn't hell, but the comparison wasn't far off. It was some sort of forest. Horrible, nightmarish place with partial embryonic abortions.
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Bro, this would be great if it becomes like a... An anti-abortion ad. An anti-abortion ad.
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Because you didn't support... Yeah, because you... You didn't stop abortions.
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It was some sort of forest, a horrible nightmarish place where partial embryonic abortions hung from the canopy, and the ground swarmed with carnivorous insects. A thick fog wafted through the air with the stench of rotting meat, while chartreuse lighting flashed across the sky.
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sure what's going on in the chair like i can't take this anymore i'm like on the verge of a seizure it's gonna just scared me like trying to figure out what he's saying and i'm just gonna be like stay with me we gotta see what iqbar is planning he's gonna he's gonna do something to the abortion clinic we've got to stop I think this is a funny idea. This is a very real world tragedy.
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I'm not saying it, but just if this story ends with him being like, okay, Akbar, I'll do it for you. All right, fine. I'll do it. Loud and clear, Akbar.
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just easy please it just amped up so hard so quick okay anyway chartreuse lightning flashed across the night sky in the distance I could hear the agonizing screams of something not quite human my head throbbed like it was about to explode the pain forcing out a river of tears in my mind I heard his voice again this is what your reality will become without me
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I felt earth-shaking footsteps approaching fast. I'm the only one who can stop it. It was behind me now, huge and angry, hot breath across my back. Bring me what I need, and I will. I woke up before I could turn around. The following day, I raided my parents' closet for my brother's baby teeth. They keep those things? Give them all to Iqbar.
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Almost immediately, the night terror ceased and I was more or less able to go on about my life as normal. From time to time, I would have to sneak into my little sister's room and snatch what was meant for the tooth fairy. Or strangle one of the neighborhood cats right out of sharp little incisors. Oh, my gosh.
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Come on, man. Whoa. Sorry, kitty. Oh, my gosh.
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Anything to ward off the visions. Anything from a shark tooth necklace to a cavity ridden bicuspid. I also began to notice that Ick would move about my room whenever I left for any length of time, rearranging my stuff and hanging additional curtains. He was even beginning to look more lifelike somehow. In the right light, his teeth would glisten. He was warm to the touch.
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As much as he creeped me out, I couldn't work up the courage to just destroy him, knowing perfectly well where that would leave me. So I went on collecting teeth for Ick throughout all of high school and college. The older I got, the more things I would learn to fear, the more teeth Ick would need to keep me safe. I'm 22 years old now, with a decent job, my own apartment, and a set of dentures.
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It's been almost a month since Ick's last meal and the horrors are starting to crowd around me once more. I took a detour through a parking garage after work tonight. Found a man fumbling with his car keys. His teeth were stained yellow from a lifetime of cigarettes and coffee. Even still, I had to use a hammer to get out the molars. I got back to my apartment.
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He was waiting for me on the ceiling in the corner. Two wide eyes and a mouth of razors. How much do you love me?
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I replied, taking off my coat.
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That was pretty good. Ickbar did it, not me.
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That wasn't bad. That wasn't bad. I had a good time with that one. Yeah, no, that was fine. Yeah. Yeah. Like he's a kid who becomes obsessed with this, starts stealing teeth from people. Yeah. Totally works for me. Get with me. All right, so now we've got a classic for you. So you've read Jeff the Killer. You've read Laughing Jack. You can scroll. We're not going to read.
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Skyshell replies to that and says, thank you, Jaren. Memories flooded back when you mentioned Laughingstock and Channel 58. I remember the bow of the ship was a wooden smiling face with the lower jaw submerged. It looked like it was swallowing the sea and it had that awful Edwin voice and laugh.
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If we get into the Jeff the Killer spinoffs, we're going to be here all day. So we're going to go on down to Lavender Town Syndrome.
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You're going to love this one. You're going to love this one, Hunter. Just wait. Here we go. The Lavender Town Syndrome, also known as Lavender Town Tone or Lavender Town Suicides, was a peak in suicides and illness of children between the ages of 7 to 12 shortly after the release of Pokemon Red and Green in Japan, February 27th, 1996.
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Rumors say that these suicides and illness only occurred after the children playing the game reached Lavender Town, whose theme music had extremely high frequencies. That study showed that only children and young teens can hear since their ears are more sensitive.
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Of course, due to the lavender tone, at least 200 children supposedly committed suicide and many more developed illnesses and afflictions. The children who committed suicide usually did so by hanging or jumping from heights. Those who did not act irrationally complained of severe headaches after listening to Lavender Town's theme.
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Although Lavender Town now sounds differently depending on the game, this mass hysteria was caused by the first Pokemon game released. After the Lavender Town incident, the programmers had fixed Lavender Town's theme music to be at a lower frequency and since then children were no longer affected by it. One video appeared in 2010 using special software to analyze the audio of Lavender Town's music.
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When played, the software created images of the unknown near the end of the audio. This raised a controversy since the unknown didn't appear until the Generation 2 game Silver, Gold, and Crystal. The unknown translates to leave now. There's also the said beta version. of Lavender Town. It said that the beta version of Pocket Monsters was released to some kids to test the games.
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This is a video of the beta version of Lavender Town. So the creepypasta was built around this video. Yeah, play it now. So this is actually the audio from the game. It's just cranked up a lot. They've maybe added a couple things to it, but this is based off the actual music that plays when you go into Lavender Town in the game.
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Which admittedly is kind of a weird, like, sound for a kid's game, right?
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I especially remember how jarring it was when they switched from the wooden plastic model to the foam puppet version of the head that talked.
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Yes. Yeah. It is. It is interesting where the concept came from. I mean, it's a harm. It's like, oh, there's this creepy town in the game. Did you know that in the beta version, kids took their own life because of it? It's like, it's a fun, you know, whatever.
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Like, well, it's because they're, they're inoffensive, right? They're not well written or that in depth, but it's just like urban legends. It's like, that's what most of them are. They're like urban legends, like campfire stories.
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Now, the next one that's in here is one I actually remember. I specifically remember sitting around at a sleepover telling my friends this to scare them. Okay. Like this one was a campfire story to me, and it's called Licking. Licking. All right. So my great grandmother lived alone up in the mountains at her cabin. Her husband was dead, so she was there all alone.
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She only had one companion, and that was her loving dog. They both adored each other and the dog was a great comfort to her. Every night when she went to bed, the dog would lick her hand to let her know that he was there to protect her.
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The dog licking her feet. Jesus Christ.
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One night, she had gone to bed and the dog had licked her hand like he had done routinely every night since her husband died. But this night was different. She had woken up in the middle of the night because she heard her dog whimpering. She wanted to comfort him and let her know she was there for him. So she stuck her hand out of the bed, and she felt the dog gently lick her hand like always.
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Skyshell replies to that and says, Mike, I got to chill reading that. Yes, I remember. That's what the ship always told Percy when there's a spooky place he had to go in, like a cave or a dark room where the treasure was. And the camera would push in on Laughingstock's face with each pause. You have to go inside.
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She figured he was just cold, so she went back to sleep.
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spoilers sorry sorry the dog's whimpering had woken her up a second time in the night so she stuck her hand out the dog licked it and she went back to sleep this happened a third time and she stuck her hand out and the dog stopped whimpering and came and licked her hand she stayed awake a few moments afterward she went back to sleep again in the morning she woke up and stuck her hand out by the bed but nothing licked her hand she thought the dog had already awakened and was just in the front room
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She rolled over and got out of bed and heard a drip. Drip, drip, drip. She thought the sound was coming from the kitchen, so she walked over and turned the handles on the sink faucet, but it wasn't the source of the noise. After frustratingly checking the sink and its pipes, she gave up and continued into her bathroom to take a shower.
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As she got closer to the bathroom door, it was evident that the sound was coming from within. She opened the door, looked above the bathtub, and gasped in utter horror. There, hanging from the light by his collar, was her loving companion, his blood dripping into the bathtub. She screamed and began to cry, wiping her eyes and sobbing. She turned and looked into the mirror.
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In the mirror, she saw the dog's reflection written on the mirror and her dog's blood, with drips and streaks hanging down from each letter were the words, Humans can lick too. Laughter
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Yeah, yeah, yeah. I think the name of the YouTube video was Don't Turn Off the Lights or something like that.
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Let me tell you, this killed at like a seventh grade sleepover. the story.
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Bloods can kill you. Yeah. You know, like, yeah, the way I told it was different. So the way I told it got rid of the whole, like the dog whippering, it said she's in bed and she hears the sink dripping and she goes and each time it's licking her hand. Hmm. And at one point she gets so frustrated, she turns on the lights.
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And when she turns on the light, she realized that the drip is coming from the corner of the room where the dogs hung and the blood stripping. And then on the wall is humans can look too. And I like that ending better because it implies that like, Oh, she's figured it out. And the thing's still under the bed to her, right? Like it's right there. Like a second. That's how I always told it.
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But yeah, this killed people. Love that story. It went great. All right. So Hunter, I need you to go to the next page. Go to the next page. We have to do Mr. Widemouth for sure. I think Mr. Widemouth, Mr. Widemouth. Absolutely. Mr. Widemouth. We had considered doing Mr. Widemouth for one of our live show ones, but that's okay.
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With his two eyes askew and that flopping foam jaw and the fishing line that opened and closed it. Ah, it just looked so cheap and awful. You guys remember the villain. He had a face that was just a handlebar mustache above really tall, narrow teeth. I just noticed that the guy's name is Kevin Hart. Yes, this person's name is Kevin Hart. Could be the Kevin Hart.
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yes that's where you've heard of it before but we fell in love with or you fell in love with uh laughing jack so laughing jack was just one of the best i mean one of the most entertaining stories we've ever read i love legendary yeah it was great all right during my childhood my family was like a drop of water in a vast river never remaining in one location for long we settled in rhode island when i was eight and we remained until i went to college at colorado springs
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Okay. Hunter. Most of these creepy pauses were like 12 year olds in English. I heard a lot. They like the thing they like. And they're like, I'm going to throw that in. That'll spice it up. It'll be like seasoning on the story.
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Yep. Yep. Most of my memories are rooted in Rhode Island, but there are fragments in the attic of my brain which belong to the various homes we had lived in when I was much younger. Most of these memories are unclear and pointless.
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Chasing after another boy in the backyard of a house in North Carolina, trying to build a raft to float on the creek behind the apartment we rented in Pennsylvania, and so on. But there's one set of memories which remains as clear as glass. as though they were just made yesterday.
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I often wonder whether these memories are simply lucid dreams produced by the long sickness I experienced that spring, but in my heart, I know they are real. We were living in a house just outside the bustling metropolis of New Vineyard, Maine, population 643. It was a large structure, especially for a family of three.
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There were a number of rooms that I didn't see in the five months we resided there. In some ways, it was a waste of space, but it was the only house on the market at the time, at least within an hour's commute to my father's place of work. The day after my fifth birthday, attended by my parents alone, I came down with a fever.
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The doctor said I had mononucleosis, which meant no rough play and more fever for at least another three weeks. It was horrible timing to be bedridden. We were in the process of packing our things to move to Pennsylvania. Most of my things were already packed away in boxes, leaving my room barren. My mother brought me ginger ale and books several times a day.
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These served the function of being my primary form of entertainment for the next few weeks. Boredom always loomed just around the corner, waiting to rear its ugly head and compound my misery. I don't exactly recall how I met Mr. Widemouth. I think it was about a week after I was diagnosed with mono. My first memory of the small creature was asking him if he had a name.
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He told me to call him Mr. Wide Mouth because his mouth was large. In fact, everything about him was large in comparison to his body, his head, his eyes, his crooked ears, but his mouth was by far the largest. You look kind of like a Furby. I said as he flipped through one of my books. Mr. Widemouth stopped and gave me a puzzled look. Furby? What's a Furby?
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You don't need one of those. They aren't the same as having a real friend. I remember Mr. Widemouth disappearing every time my mother stopped by to check in on me.
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We didn't do much during those first few days. Mr. Widemouth just looked at my books, fascinated by the stories and pictures they contained. Third or fourth morning after I met him, he greeted me with a large smile on his face.
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Man, these stories would be terrifying if they were just about, like, pedophiles.
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Yeah, yeah. If it was just about, like, a man who's like, you won't have to tell your mommy anything. Terrifying. But it's always like, the game is we have to eat a cat or something. Yeah, we have to kill your sister.
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This is crazy.
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After my mother delivered more books and soda at the usual time, Mr. Widemouth slipped out from under the bed and tucked my hand.
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I don't know what could possibly. I think that that's. You know, I think that I just.
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He said. I objected at first, as my parents had forbidden me to leave my bed without their permission. Mr. Widemouth persisted until I gave in.
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are you sure about this sir I really don't think that I should I'm pretty sick actually no seriously I have something super funny to tell you down here come here the room in question had no furniture or wallpaper its only distinguishing feature was a window opposite the doorway Mr. Widemouth darted across the room and gave the window a firm push flinging it open he then beckoned me to look out at the ground below
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We were on the second story of the house, but it was on a hill, and from this angle, the drop was farther than two stories due to the incline. I like to play pretend up here.
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You'll bounce up. It'll be really cool.
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I was a five-year-old with a fever, so only a hint of skepticism darted through my thoughts as I looked down and considered the possibility. It's a long drop.
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I toyed with the idea of picturing myself falling through thin air only to bounce back to the window on something unseen by human eyes. But the realist in me prevailed.
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Mr. Widemouth's face contorted into a snarl, but only for a moment. Anger gave way to disappointment. If you say so. He spent the rest of the day under my bed, quiet as a mouse. The following morning, Mr. Widemouth arrived, holding a small box. I want to teach you how to juggle.
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I looked in the box. It was full of knives.
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I shouted, horrified that Mr. Widemouth had brought knives into my room, objects that my parents would never allow me to touch.
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Mr. Widemouth frowned. It's fun to juggle with these.
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I pushed the box away.
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Mr. Widemouth's frown deepened into a scowl. He took the box of knives and slid under my bed, remaining there the rest of the day. I began to wonder how often he was under me.
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You know what? I get it, okay?
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oh gosh um i started having trouble sleeping after that mr white mouth often woke me up at night saying he put a real trampoline under the window a big one one that i couldn't see in the dark i always decline i always decline and try to go back to sleep but mr white mouth persisted sometimes he stayed by my side until early in the morning encouraging me to jump he wasn't so fun to play with anymore
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My mother came to me one morning, told me I had her permission to walk around outside. She thought the fresh air would be good for me, especially after being confined to my room for so long. Ecstatic, I put on my sneakers and trotted out to the back porch, yearning for the feeling of sun on my face. Mr. White Mouth was waiting for me. I have something I want you to see.
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He said, I must have given him a weird look because he then said, You're safe, I promise, Rod. I followed him to the beginning of a deer trail which ran through the woods beyond the house.
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I returned to the playhouse, wondering what kind of place lay beyond that trail. Two weeks after I met Mr. Widemouth, the last load of our things had been packed into a moving truck. I would be in the cab of that truck, sitting next to my father for the long drive to Pennsylvania.
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I considered telling Mr. Widemouth that I would be leaving, but even at five years old, I was beginning to suspect that perhaps the creature's intentions were not to my benefit, despite what he said otherwise. For this reason, I decided to keep my departure a secret. My father and I were in the truck at 4 a.m.
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He was hoping to make it to Pennsylvania by lunchtime tomorrow with the help of an endless supply of coffee and six pack of energy drinks. He seemed more like a man.
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Son, you're too young to get this, but sometimes your dad needs something to steady him for the road. Yeah, exactly.
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I need to level out before I get behind the wheel. That's all, okay?
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Help me out. Help me out. Be a team player. You don't want dad to be sad, do you? Yeah, dad's angry. That's why mommy is such a bitch.
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Okay, first of all... God, what the fuck is wrong with me? What have I done to upset so many people? When Mr. Wine Mouth said it, I mean, you know, he lives in this house. Maybe he doesn't understand the connotation, but you definitely know better. You're 48 years old. I'm not to make allegations, but I'm almost positive Uncle Rodney would fall into that category.
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I'm making a lot of mature decisions for my age and I don't like it I'm five I'm five years old I feel like I just want to be can I just read my comic book or something can I not why am I in this I'm in two different predicaments they're really vicarious on either side anyway he seemed more like a man who was about to run a marathon rather than one who was about to spend two days sitting still early enough for you
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He asked. I nodded and placed my head against the window, hoping for some sleep before the sun came up. I felt my father stand on my shoulder. This is the last move, son. I promise.
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I opened my eyes as we backed out of the driveway. I saw Mr. Widemouth's silhouette in my bedroom window. I stood motionless until the truck was about to turn onto the main road. I gave a pitiful little wave goodbye, steak knife in hand.
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Let's play a game. It's called shut up till Pennsylvania. How's that sound? That's not like a good game. Slug bug.
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Years later, I returned to New Vineyard. The piece of land our house stood upon was empty except for the foundation, as the house burned down a few years after my family left. Out of curiosity, I followed the deer trail that Mr. Widemouth had shown me.
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Part of me expected him to jump out from behind a tree and scare the living bejesus out of me, but I felt that Mr. Widemouth was gone, somehow tied to the house and no longer existed. The trail ended at the New Vineyard Memorial Cemetery. I noticed that many of the tombstones belong to children.
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I mean, it's fun for what it is. It's just like, I had a weird memory of this little thing that wanted him to hurt himself. And then when he grows up, it's like, Oh, he was trying to kill me. And he did it to a bunch of other kids. It seemed like it's basic. It's short, you know, it gets its point across.
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It's fun. It's a fun, it's a fun little story. Yeah. Yeah. I enjoyed it a lot. So, alright, so that's Mr. Widemouth. What do we got after that? Where do we want to go? We've read Psycho. Looks like, what is it? Polybius? Polybius? Oh, Polybius. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, you don't know about Polybius. That's right. We'll go there. Let's do Polybius. Another classic. So, Polybius.
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This is another one of those blueprint kind of things, right? Okay. In Portland, Oregon in 1981, an unheard of new arcade game appeared in several suburbs, something of a rarity at the time. This game was called Polybius. The game proved to be incredibly popular to the point of addiction, and queues formed around the machines, quickly followed by clusters of visits from men in black.
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Rather than the usual marketing data collected by company visitors to arcade machines, they collected some unknown data, allegedly testing responses to the psychoactive machines. The players themselves suffered from a series of unpleasant side effects, amnesia, insomnia, nightmares, night terrors, and suicide appearing as having been caused by the game in various versions of the legend.
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Some players stopped playing video games while it is reported that one became an anti-gaming activist. So that's like the basic like rundown of it. But then there's an alternate story that gets attached to it. That says Polybius is an urban legend about a rare arcade game released in 1981. The game was created by a mysterious company called Sinishlotion. Sinishlotion. Sinishlotion. Ja.
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And was a puzzle shoot-em-up somewhat like Tempest. It was only released in a few suburbs of Portland, Oregon. It was supposedly very popular with people forming long lines to play it. However, players reported strange things about the game, such as hearing a woman crying and seeing grotesque faces out of the corner of their eyes.
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It just goes straight from like, Oh yeah.
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Players would also have nightmares, experience nausea, headaches, blackouts, or even develop amnesia. Some even committed suicide. Others stopped playing video games altogether, and one became an anti-video game activist, as mentioned earlier. According to one owner of an arcade, men wearing black suits would often come to collect records from the game.
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They did not take any money, simply data on gameplay. Because of this, the leading theory is that it was some sort of government experiment using subliminal messages. The game remains in obscurity as, around one month after its release, all of the cabinets suddenly disappeared. One cabinet reappeared in Arcade in 98, but quickly disappeared again.
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While some have tried to recreate the game, no one has ever found the original ROM.
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What's also cool about it is the...
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the original like polybius story would get used in media a lot so like video game articles like game informer back in the day would put like top 10 classic arcade cabinets and polybius would be like number eight they'd be like known for its great shooting or like it would be an inside joke to act like it was a real game um or like in an episode of the simpsons there's a scene where they're in an arcade room and you can see someone playing polybius in the back stuff like that
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So it became like this kind of like a zeitgeist that would get passed around and stuff. So it would be a joke if like you go to an arcade game, tell your friends like, oh, if they have Polybius, let me know. That's like the best. It was just like a little, like a fun joke to play with each other.
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So yeah, it's just a little urban legend that would get passed around and like horror circles and stuff. And that the government's using it to try to collect data on gamers and stuff. It actually, the stories of Polybius started to come after a real life story. I'm pretty sure it was a game called Berserk. It was an old arcade cabinet.
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There were two different deaths that occurred that media at the time, like back in the 80s, attributed to Berserk. One of them was a kid had a heart attack at a... arcade. What am I trying? Arcade. Yeah. I had a heart attack at an arcade and died. Um, and this actually happened. I did this for a video, did the lookup for it. Uh, and a kid did die of a heart attack.
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Turns out he had a heart condition, got a little too excited and passed away, but he apparently died near a berserk machine. And then there was another instance of kids like trying to get a high score on berserk. And then later on, two of the kids got into a fight and one of them stabbed and killed the other kid. So, uh, The belief was Berserk does something to your mind. It makes you go crazy.
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but you can still think of it as a children's show. Yeah. I mean, if it was, it makes you ask the question, like, why were we, why did they let kids watch this? But it doesn't break it out of like, okay, we weren't watching a kid show yet. It's just like, why would this be in a kid show?
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It makes you have heart attacks. There are all these legends that came from the real-world game Berserk, so Polybius was kind of like an adaptation of that story.
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Yeah, we have to read Suicide Mouse.
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I don't think you're getting out of this one.
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Oh, why would you, why would you trust everyone? Classic too. But I think we still like, like suicide mouse is six minutes. I think we have to read it. God damn it. All right. Yep. Suicide mouse. It is. Let's go. All right. Suicide mouse. So do any of you remember those Mickey Mouse cartoons from the 1930s? The ones that were just put out on DVD a few years ago?
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Well, I hear there's one that was unreleased to even the most avid classic Disney fans. According to sources, it's nothing special. It's just a continuous loop like Flintstones of Mickey walking past six buildings that goes on for two or three minutes before fading out.
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Unlike the cutesy tunes put in though, the song in this cartoon was not a song at all, just a constant banging on a piano for a minute and a half before going to white noise for the remainder of the film. It wasn't the jolly old Mickey we've come to love either.
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Mickey wasn't dancing, not even smiling, just kind of walking as if you or I were walking with a normal facial expression, but for some reason his head tilted side to side as he kept this dismal look. Up until a year or two ago, everyone believed that after it cut to black, that was it. When Leonard Maltin was reviewing the cartoon to be put in the complete series.
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I love how they always name drop like someone who's like, like Steven Hillenburg.
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It's for avid fans. You know what I mean? Yes. Yes, of course. He decided it was too junk to be on the DVD, but wanted to have a digital copy due to the fact that it was a creation of Walt. When he had a digitized version up on his computer to look at the file, he noticed something. The cartoon was actually nine minutes, four seconds long. This is what my source emailed to me in full.
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He's a personal assistant of one of the higher executives at Disney and acquaintance of Mr. Maltin himself. After it cut to black, it stayed like that until the sixth minute before going back into Mickey walking. The sound was different this time. It was a murmur. It wasn't a language, but more like a gurgled cry.
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As the noise got more indistinguishable and loud over the next minute, the picture began to get weird. The sidewalk started to go in directions that seemed impossible based on the physics of Mickey's walking, and the dismal face of the mouse was slowly curling into a smirk.
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On the seventh minute, the murmur turned into a blood-curdling scream, the kind of scream painful to hear, and the picture was getting more obscure. Colors were happening that shouldn't have been possible at the time. Mickey's face began to fall apart. His eyes rolled on the bottom of his chin like two marbles in a fishbowl, and his curled smile was pointing upwards on the left side of his face.
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The buildings became rubble floating in midair and the sidewalk was still impossibly navigating in warped directions. A few seeming inconceivable with what we as humans know about direction. That's a good one. Mr. Malton got disturbed and left the room, sending an employee to finish. They always do this. The main guy gets disturbed and sends a lackey to watch it. Ha ha ha.
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This happened for about 30 seconds, and whatever was in that remaining 30 seconds, I haven't been able to get a sliver of information about. From a security guard working under me who was making rounds outside of that room, I was told that after the last frame, the employee stumbled out of the room with pale skin, saying, Real suffering is not known.
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seven times before speedily taking the guard's pistol and off. He watched a 1930s Mickey Mouse cartoon. Real suffering is not known.
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Yeah, it was.
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photorealistic vomit all over him the thing I could get the thing I couldn't get out of the thing I could get out of Leonard Maltin was that the last frame was a piece of Russian text that roughly said the sights of hell bring its viewers back in as far as I know no one else has seen it but there have been dozens of attempts at getting the file on rapid share by employees inside the studios all of whom have been promptly terminated of their jobs
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Whether it got online or not is up for debate, but if rumors serve me right, it's online somewhere under suicidemouse.avi. If you ever find a copy of the film, I want you to never view it and to contact me by phone immediately, regardless of the time. When a Disney death is covered up as well as this, it means this has to be something huge. Get back to me. TR.
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I've yet to find a copy of this, but it is out there. I know it. The end.
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And then people started to do it with like real media. So that's where you get like Dead Bart, Squidward Suicide, Suicide Mouse, stuff like that. Yeah, yeah, yeah. There was really like, I remember there being one for like every show. Like there was a fairly odd parents one. There was like a total drama Island one. Like I remember ones for like everything I watched. All right.
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So the rake, the rate creepy pasta. Uh, now several of you have heard of the rake. The rake has a lot of different adaptations. The version I'm most familiar with is when people say it's like a proxy of slender man. So like slender man can turn or slender man, turn someone into the rake in order to do it.
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Uh, it's like, it's like, it's closer to classic, like native American depictions of the Wendigo, like a humanoid, like kind of skeletal thing running around on the ground. Um, and it's like, I think it's some adaptations that can shape shift or at least mimic voices. I think that's right.
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Um, yeah, this is one of the earliest renditions of the actual creepy pasta, but the rate gets used in so many different stories. Um, Like the overview for it here on creepypasta.com says, mostly associated with the image of a bald, pale-skinned creature hunched at an angle with bright orb-like eyes staring into the camera.
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That wasn't the villain. It was Nazi Nigel. It was Nazi Nigel.
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So it gets used all over the place, but this is one of the most famous stories. This is from a suicide note in 1964. As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It's not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence, and once I awoke and saw his form.
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Once again I awoke and heard his voice and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next wake experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye. Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope. Dearest Lenny, I have prayed for you. I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.
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So then another journal entry translated from Spanish in 1880 reads, I've experienced the greatest terror. I've experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow, black. He saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice followed by unintelligible text.
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Another, a mariner's log from 1691 says, he came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed, I felt a sensation. He took everything. He must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the rake.
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Yes, the classic.
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Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night. At about 4 a.m., I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process.
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I apologized and told him I thought he got out of bed. When he returned to face me, he gasped, pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly as he almost knocked me out of the bed. Then grabbed me and said nothing. After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction.
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At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man or a large hairless dog of some sort. Its body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition.
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They get to the end. It's like, guys, that wasn't the villain. It was Jeffrey Dahmer.
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At this point, I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him. My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.
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In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds, or probably closer to five. It just seemed like a while, just looking at my husband.
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The creature then placed its hands on his knee and ran into the hallway leading to the kids' rooms. I screamed and ran for the light switch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood.
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I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter, Clara. The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said, She is the rake. My husband drove his car to a lake that night while...
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Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published, and the local television news never followed up either. For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parents' house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself.
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I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.
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It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believed to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history, or follow-up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first three pages and never mentioned it again.
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A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the rake. That was the last entry in the log. There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same purpose. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included.
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This led us to wonder if the rake had visited any of us before our last encounter. I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up.
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By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at eight times the normal speed. This still took almost an hour every day. On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it.
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I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice in the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment. Thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset.
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I've not seen the rake since he ruined my life, but I know he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me. And that is the end of the original Creepypasta by Brian Somerville.
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So after the, after this, the rate got used everywhere. People would drop it. They'd write stories about like, I'm in the woods. I'm in a cabin, the rakes outside trying to kill me, stuff like that. It was very common. Yeah. Also, does this make you realize while, when you read 40 of these in a row, what Boroska does or what pen pal does?
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I was going to take you to the statue, white with red, all of them. But you know what? Fine. If that means nothing to you, Hunter, go ahead. I'm going to read who was phone.
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So the joke with this one was people would list like, what's the scariest thing you've ever read? And people would be like, who was phone? Like I couldn't sleep for weeks after that. Like it was the scariest thing. So everyone would hype it up. And then when you eventually find it, it would be this. I love it. Yep.
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And I think when I, when I was a kid, I heard about this and I was, and I was like, okay, it's really scary. And then I find this and I'm like, Oh, someone's made this as a trick to hide the real story from me. It's a troll. So I kept looking for the real quote unquote, but where's the good one at?
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I see. I see. Like they took it from me kind of attitude. You think a lot about children's foreskins.
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Mm-hmm. Yep. So now maybe you can respect a little bit more the prime rib you're dealt. I agree. I agree.
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Spoiled rotten. I agree. They need to suffer like I did. I agree.
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Any final words? Thank you all for watching. Let us know. Keep sending stuff like this. I need to torture Hunter more. I need him to know what I went through. But thank you all for watching. Appreciate you guys. And yeah, thank you so much for the support. Merch on the way soon. New Creepcast merch on the way soon.
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I also have merch available to buy right now, which I can say because I'm wearing your merch right now, Hunter.
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Yeah, so they say that, Kevin Hart does, and Sky Shell says, wasn't his top hat and cloak all sewn up crazily? Was that supposed to be children's skin? Sewn up crazily. I was just sewn up on it crazy style. Was that supposed to be children's skin, see? Already getting into the foreskin angle. Who knows?
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This goes back to my thesis of you making things like five steps further than where like they need to be at any time for the story. You just like dive in.
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For children's television? Yeah. To grind your skin? I'd say so. SkyShow replies and says, I'm so relieved that other people remember this terrible show. I used to have this awful memory. A bad dream I had where the opening jingle ended, the show faded in from black, and all the characters were there, but the camera was just cutting to each of their faces, and they were just screaming.
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and the puppets and marionettes were flailing spastically, just all screaming, screaming. The girl was just moaning and crying like she had been through hours of this. I woke up many times from that nightmare. I used to wet the bed when I had it.
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Skyshell replies and says, no, no, no, not possible. There was no plot or anything. I mean, literally just standing in place, crying and screaming for the whole show.
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It's going to be a bumpy ride. So what we're doing here is, uh, Hunter, frankly, has it too good, right? Like this guy, uh, listens to some of the best selected off of no sleep. He listens to like these two hour long things that are eventually adapted into books. And he hasn't put up with what I've put up with what a lot of us have of these like, yeah,
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
And I don't really like personify it that much, but it's funny that it means so much to me. It's impossible not to. Anyway, yeah, this story. So you talking about being a psychic and whatnot? Her voice.
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I'll reread that line since you were seeing visions from the heavens. Yeah, I fucked it up. Normally I would be like, it's okay, but I think you should feel sorry for this one in particular. Her voice had reduced me to a teenage version. What? Jesus Christ. Oh, I don't know. Oh, my gosh. My eyesight was way off. I read Teenager again and Visions.
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Shut up. Shut up. Her voice had reduced me to a teenager again. Visions of her watering her flowers and walking her dog occupied my mind for the rest of the evening. There. Is that better? That's good. Okay. I'm going to get... Who's the other guys I can sell you for? Flash gets. I'll do it with me, I'm sure.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Polina was in her front yard in the morning, meticulously tending to a healthy bed of flowers. She smiled from a crouched-over position, her golden hair adding to the splashes of flourishing color. Tulips, sunflowers, and geraniums were spread thick across the lawn like a rainbow nestled in a sky of green.
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We exchanged waves, her mouth open and ready for conversation, just as the back gate swung open.
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all at once they were upon her in an orchestrated attack concentrated streams of water blasted out of the barrel of their oh oh it's kids it's kids with water guns okay i was i saw that coming up like did she get swatted like i kind of like that though he's like he's like fucking turning this into a like boondock saint scene with water guns
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All at once, they were upon her in an orchestrated attack. Concentrated streams of water blasted out the barrel of their guns. She let out a wail, covering her face from the attack. Her white tank top was now see-through, drenched by the precision of trained killers. The shooters, her two sons and husband, Keith, giggling at the scene of the crime as her pleas for mercy went unanswered.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
I kept walking. Hey Mark. I waved to the group. A couple of the waiting staff were huddled together in front of the stairs that led into the restaurant. It was their ceremonious drag of nicotine before the chaos. Friday nights were always a gong show, and this one was sure to be no exception. One of the busboys, Dwayne, was wearing a vexed look on his face, more so than usual.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Aproil. It's AP Royal. It's like his initials. AP Royal. Aproil. Or you just say Aproil. Aproil. Sure. Aproil. Aproil. So Aproil has his own website. He seems to be a very prolific author on boards like No Sleep and stuff like that. There's a bunch of stories. And...
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
After his puff, he warned. Silva's looking for you, man.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
From the outside, you could never tell Azalea's was a restaurant. It looked more like a cellar with cracked cement stairs that led down into a basement. That was Silva's vision all along, to be a hidden gem in the rough. Walk in thinking the place was a dump, walk out pleasantly surprised.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
It was the psychology of the food industry, and this element of surprise seemed to be essential for fine dining. Azalea's was the height of exclusivity. Not just anyone could stumble in. In order to keep up this allure, speaking about the restaurant in any capacity was strictly prohibited. Staff were never allowed to dine in. We were servants, not clientele. Not that any of us could afford it.
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The menu items never seemed to reference a price, which always signaled trouble. But from the bills I'd hand out at the end of every meal, the numbers were always staggering. It was clear Azalea's was catering to a very specific crowd with refined taste and deep pockets.
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Where it's just like, for one, I really like Royal's writing style. Like, the way he described Paulina getting attacked by her kids, like you said, it's kind of described almost like a boondock saint hit. But he describes, like, the sexual undertones of her, like her sultry voice, her shirts now see-through. But the, like, objective thing we see is that she's got a husband and two sons, right?
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So is that, like, something about his neighbor, like, wanting him? Or does he want her in a physical way and she's not perceiving that? Or it's just, like, her author's intent of it?
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You had to say deep. You had to add adjectives to it. You had to make it more explicit. I'm sorry. My gosh. Good Lord, man. Okay, so anyway. Good Lord, man. That's just... Just dropping a brick on the gas pedal. We were at the red light.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Don't say that. What are you talking about? Like a fork with some spaghetti. I'm going to kill you. Mercy. Okay. Anyway, I'm going to... Okay. what I was saying, I like Royals writing. So I'll have so much is conveyed in just the way he describes the scene. Right.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
That being said, with this description of the restaurant, we have like the initial, like the front facing premise of like, it's just a really expensive restaurant that in order to keep, you know, it kind of exclusive, you can't talk about it. But then you think about, it's like, what kind of restaurant can you not talk about in the menu items are priced, you know? Um,
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So yeah, it's like there's a double meaning, like what could be happening here. That I agree with you is just set up very well. A referral and a reservation got you through the door. You needed both, no exceptions. This drew a certain type of crowd. Snooty, high maintenance, but I didn't mind it, to be honest. That combination could be tiresome, but it usually meant great tips.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
I approached the splintered door and knocked three times. One of the greeters let me in. The interior was nothing like the exterior. The foyer had a gothic medieval vibe with high ceilings and narrow hallways. Chandeliers sparkled overhead in the dim light. Halls were plastered with stone and exposed brick, a handful of doors on either side.
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The doors concealed the intimate dining experience that Azalea's offered, private rooms for every party to make you feel at home. Silva's office was the last door on the left.
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I went to this one restaurant in LA that someone...
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uh and like the youtube talent side invited me to that was kind of similar where you had to walk down a hallway and it's like you had to have a membership or know someone to get in that it was this was it was like a very stereotypical l like la white walls like big windows yeah so it didn't look the same but i'm imagining the same kind of like entry setup like you have to take an elevator to get to the restaurant kind of deal it was like a so it was like an olive garden
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Dude, Hunter, you're not going to believe this, but the breadsticks were literally endless. You could get as many as you wanted. There was no end of them. Exactly. Bill came, no charge. Yeah, no charge.
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Whoa, where are you taking me? I'll sign whatever paper you pass me right now. I feel like I'm in Sicily right now. Me standing outside of an Olive Garden just like a country bumpkin from Tennessee. Like, you good sir know how to make a deal.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Yeah, they seem like a cool company. They seem like very in the know about like, you know, cross promotion between like YouTubers and like authors making stories and stuff. So they're chill. So it's cool that AP Royal has got with Felix books and it looks like he has a book called The Kaleidoscope coming out with them late this year, early next year.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Yeah, so gothic, medieval vibe, whatever, walking through. I knocked with caution. No response. Two more times. Nothing. Confused, I headed back the way I came. Hey, Julia, have you seen Silver around? Dwayne said he was looking for me. The greeter glanced up from her tablet.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Her eyes dived back into the seating chart on her screen. Workers were starting to enter now, squeezing past us down the hall. If you see him, can you please let him know I was sent to his office? She nodded. I followed the flow of people towards the change rooms. My shift was about to start, and I needed to set the tables before dinner service.
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The night became a blur of well-dressed people and trips to the kitchen. I was scuttling past streams of people into narrow pockets of space while balancing wobbly plates. Just another day at the circus. There were glimpses of Silva here and there, darting around the halls with his scruffy beard and velvet blazer. He was bouncing from employee to customer to office like a bad game of Pong.
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I didn't bother seeking him out. I knew that he would come and find me when there was time for a breath of air. In the middle of me reaming out a... Whoa. In the middle of me reaming out a bus boy.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Paulina Strode passed. Yeah, there you go. That's what it says. Yes. Paulina Strode passed. Her maxi dress sparkled with little rhinestones flowing with the natural curves of her body. Oh. leaving nothing to the imagination. It appeared to be a family affair tonight. The boys looked dapper in their matching bow ties, and Keith was all smiles in his tailored suit.
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This was a special occasion, indeed. Mark? My heart sank as she disappeared into one of the rooms. One of the rooms I wasn't working. Are you deaf? Martin scolded. You can fuck off with your critiques. I don't answer to you. I glared back at the lethargic slug. The man looked like he hadn't caught a wink of sleep in years.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
His bags were deep black, like a coat of mascara had been slathered under his eyes. I rattled the massive cart he was leaning against, the weight shifting in a dangerous, teetering fashion. Some china clattered together in ominous clangs. Fuck off!
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His face soured as he pushed the cart away. The metal contraption was over six feet tall and wide, an ugly metal cabinet on wheels. He muttered something under his breath as he passed. What did you say? He was near the kitchen before he hollered back. It ain't as easy as it looks, chump. I took a deep breath before entering the adjacent room. Welcome to Azalea's cookhouse.
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but you can subscribe to his newsletter and get updates on that. You can also get like short stories delivered straight to your inbox as a bunch of stories across no sleep. The story itself seems pretty highly rated. So I'm excited. And also the title is just enticing in itself.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
So he was in the hallway and then he saw her and lost his mind. And then like he started following her mentally. And then the guy he was yelling at the busboy says, Mark. And then he goes back into the fight. Gotcha. On my way back from the kitchen, I was balancing two plates of Hakarl. Is that how you pronounce it? Hakarl? You're asking the wrong guy.
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Hakarl. An Icelandic delicacy, a fermented shark. When Silva tapped me on my shoulder.
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My bud boiled at the thought of Lana swooping in to claim my tips. She wasn't even scheduled to work this evening. I sighed and dropped off the food before making my way to his office. This time, the three knocks were answered. The door swung open. Thanks, Mark. Have a seat.
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We were surrounded by a forest of cherry wood, bookshelves and cabinets filled to space, carved in looping, intricate patterns. Everything was so polished and quaint. There were floating shelves that carried up the walls, each holding rows and rows of books. Behind a grandfather clock in the corner were pots of leafy plants. I wondered how any of them survived in this dungeon.
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He continued, the sounds of muffled conversation trickling in through the halls. I'll level with you here.
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A promotion? Couldn't get Martin and his multiple smoke breaks out of my mind. Look, Silva, I like what I do.
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A smirk grew on his face once he detected the astonishment on my face. He pointed his finger at me. This doesn't leave the room. The news went down the hatch like sour milk. I understood why the chefs would make more money. The menu was always revolving to keep the clientele happy. They likely had years of experience overseas, attended culinary school. But the busboys?
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These guys were glorified dishwashers. I knew the way Silva ran the restaurant was different, but this corporate structure was completely backwards. Servers were the face of the business, the point of contact between the restaurant and the customer. Surely that had to be worth more.
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Not really. A glint of something conspicuous in his eyes. The door was now ajar, the bustle of the business now flooding into the room. You'll do great. Now go and find Dwayne. He'll be showing you the ropes. Dwayne was outside with one of the chefs, another cigarette to his lips. The light emanating from the lamppost highlighted his bronze complexion. "'Hey, Dwayne.
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Silver said you're gonna train me tonight? Guess I'm gonna be one of you guys now.' He raised an eyebrow and dropped the cigarette to the pavement. With a blank expression, he said, "'Well, hot damn. Let's go.' He stomped the butt out and we drifted inside. I followed him deep into the kitchen, past the cooking staff carefully preparing the meals. The atmosphere wasn't much better back there.
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Plates were sliding around amidst fits of yelling and chopping. I passed one of the chefs giving a lecture to one of her apprentices."
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He stopped at one of the metal monstrosities in the corner of the dishroom. Get pushing! The cart was frustrating to maneuver given the state of its back wheels. One wheel refused to roll in line with the others, opting to wiggle uselessly instead. It was a cumbersome task given the sheer size of the cart. It was heavy with its many drawers, and it was a challenge to see over it.
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There would have certainly been a collision without Dwayne guiding me in the front. We finally stopped in front of one of the rooms, my arms and legs feeling like jelly. He held the door open as I inched the cart in, slowly, then the door was firmly closed shut. The scene at the dinner table nearly knocked me off my feet. We were inside the private room that Paulina's family had dined in.
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There was Keith, his cheek resting in a thin layer of cream sauce. His mouth was full of foam. The tablecloth soaked in a puddle of vomit. His eyes were staring back at us in a dead stare. Their two sons were on their floor, their bodies lying limp. There was no ounce of recoil from Dwayne. He just gripped Keith's head and pulled it out of the sauce. Let's go, Mark. We don't got all day.
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The walls felt like they were closing in on me. Everything was spinning.
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What the fuck is this, man? He was dragging Keith by his shoulders, his limp legs bobbling against the ground as he was carried towards the cart. Most of his body was able to fit into one of the compartments. The rest of the parts that overhang were forced in with a metal pole. The squishing and cracking made my stomach churn.
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He laughed, glint of madness in his eyes. He had one of the boys by the back of his blazer and was dragging him along. I'm out. I want nothing to do with this. I said, turning towards the door. Dwayne dropped the body and beat me there. His arm held the door shut.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
You can meet me at the front for the next one. I took off in a steady march past the greeters and guests waiting to be seated past the menacing stare of Silva. I was focused on one thing, escaping. The air outside was crisp. It helped steady the spinning. I slowed down to catch my breath, but the rapid gasp for air wouldn't stop. I'll get a new job, I thought. Start fresh. Flee the city.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Does your brain just take all the stories we read and it like lays the titles out randomly and you just like grab one at moments and stuff?
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At the end of the parking lot, something shimmered that caught my eye. It was the flowing dress of Paulina. She was just entering her minivan. This is a very tumultuous moment, Hunter. She was just entering her minivan. Oh, yeah. I stared at the vehicle as it backed out of the stall and slowly cruised in my direction. Instead of taking the left turn to exit the lot, the van stopped.
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The window buzzed as it rolled down. "'Mark?' My words were stuck in my throat. All I could offer was a slight nod. "'Everything okay? I'm just heading home. Do you need a ride?' Her voice was nonchalant, with no regard for what she'd done. Because she hadn't done anything except enjoy a pleasant meal, the Azalea family took care of the rest. "'Mark! Mark!'
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A voice yelled from the bottom of the stairs. I've got to go. No worries. She smiled, her glint glistening white perfection. Before she rolled up her window, she called back. Hey, let's go out by to eat sometime. The offer hung in the crisp air. She drove off in the empty minivan. Just a silver emerged from the bottom of the stairwell. Sam was clutching something in his pocket.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Yeah, I think it sounds like it's only members and members' friends who come there, right? So I think it's like if you want someone taken care of, you know, come to the restaurant, we'll lace the food, right? We'll kill them, take care of the body, do the rest. So it's like a hitman service almost is what I get from it. And that's interesting how it's like we have Mark who's like,
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not evil by any means but in the beginning he's kind of portrayed as a jerk right like he's yelling at the bus boy he's thinking about a married woman like physically like looking through his shirt and stuff like that like he's a bit of a jerk and now he's like in this super evil position and he's like oh i should get away i should flee the city but then seeing paulina who's now single mind you kind of like is enough to make him be like
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Well, maybe I'll, you know, like she asked for dinner. Maybe I'll stick around a little bit.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
almost like poetry like he's just like her hair was this and you know it's like the way that we even that were bought into her is nothing but a rainbow across a green sky like yeah very flowery language with how he describes everything about her and now it's like oh she just murdered her husband and two kids uh but now she wants to go out for dinner so yeah
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
I'm sure. Look, I wouldn't put it past this place morally to like serve people of like clientele asked for it for sure. Um, But also, like, it's just funny that she just had her whole family murdered, and she's like, what if we got a bite to eat?
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
The husband and kids. So it was, okay. He's dragging... Yeah, because it says that after he got done shoving the husband, he grabbed the kids whose lifeless bodies were lying on the ground. Okay, so yeah, so awesome.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
No, no, no. It's instantaneous. It's actually wild. And then the bear's like, 20 feet down the trail, and then it's like, did you hear that? Because it shut up on nothing.
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A family annihilator? That's great. Love those. All right. Part two, the family. The family. Something deep inside of me told me to run. It cried for me to take flight, to duck behind the nearest car, to weave in and out of the stalls to safety. My brain convinced me otherwise, however. I stared at my red Prius parked at the back of the lot. It was in Silva's direct line of fire.
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It would be an easy point-blank shot. Freedom was only steps away, but it might as well have been a thousand miles. Silva's hand crept out of his pocket and landed on my shoulder. The movement was smooth, but not smooth enough. Polished chrome flashed for a moment, then disappeared amongst the folds of his dress shirt, back into the confines of his pocket. Does he know I saw it? Does he care?
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So how's the shift going? He asked, squeezing my deltoid tightly. My words were caught in my throat as we made our way down the concrete steps. I don't think I can do this, Silva. He paused, one of his eyebrows raised.
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We stop before the entrance. The sound of classical music leaking out of the building. I finally let go of my shoulder. Dwayne is waiting for you at table one. I plead with him further.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
If there was one thing I knew about Silva, it was that he wasn't much of a chit-chatter. He stuck his palm out. Phone. There was a sinking feeling in my chest as I looked back at Silva. Surely he wasn't serious.
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I don't think he'll be like, you know what? You're right. Due to the Constitution. Actually, you know what?
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You know what? I like you. A man can do attitude.
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That's right. That's that red pill right there, Mark. I like this guy. The soft melodies continued, masking the cold-blooded murder taking place inside. His face turned blood red, the wrath of Silva nearly upon me. It was a face I'd seldom seen, a crack in his cold, calm demeanor. Phone! Now! I laid my phone in his palm, diffusing the situation.
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Placed it into his other trouser pocket, next door neighbors to the pistol. Thank you. Now let's go. He knocked three times as a scowl morphed into a cheery grin. Just like that, we were back inside the restaurant. In a matter of seconds, one of the kitchen staff had whisked Silva in her direction. Much of the dinner crowd had dispersed. Moderate number of people were now up and down the halls.
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I caught Dwayne's gaze leaning against the front desk, chatting with one of the other busboys. You good? Slightest smile stretched across his face, only for a moment until he caught Silva's gaze out the corner of his eye. His face instantly went blank as he motioned for me to come with him down the hall. I didn't respond. I only followed. Table one looks like it's ready.
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That caught the Diania house incorrectly because it originally caught the Glenmont Metro.
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We've got a quick turnaround, so let's hurry. Maya shot back at Dwayne. He casually held the door open. After you. You could see the woman from the doorway. Her head was face down. Layers of shiny, ebony locks were spread across the table. I detected a hint of fruit mixed with a strong hairspray aroma.
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Dwayne hovered around the table, grabbing the wine glass across from the lady and swishing around the remnants of the cup.
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I shook my head no. Those were two of the head chefs at Azalea's. I never really mingled much with the kitchen staff.
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He made his way around the table, collecting some of the cutlery.
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So I grabbed one of her shoulders and helped hoist the body up. Her face was a disturbing shade of plum, her eyes staring back in a cloudy, empty stare. She was pretty, what was left of her. She was maybe in her early 40s, way too young to suffer this sort of fate. How can you do this, man? Her petite frame easily slid into the confines of the metal walls. I don't know.
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Yeah, okay, hold on. If you had to start moving bodies, you would be like, this is wrong. No, no, no.
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You know what I think Mark's doing here, the reason that his wording's the way it is? I don't think, because he's still going along with it, I don't know how much Mark really cares. Because, like I said, in the first part, he's kind of established to be a bit of a jerk, yelling at guys, thinking about sleeping with a married woman. So here, it's almost like he's trying to...
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can talk himself out of it. Cause he's going along with it. He's like, no, this is criminal. My, my phone's my proper. You should take it. It almost feels like he's trying to talk himself out of it.
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But what I mean by talk himself out of it is I don't know how much he himself... like cares and is willing to do a job like this. It means a lot of money.
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sure sure you know what you would 100 if this was me in this scenario I would 100% be marked oh my god this is criminal give me back my phone that's my personal property and you would be the guy that's like it's good money shut up put the body in the bag three times god damn three times money all right we're stuffing lobsters here
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Hunter would hear triple pay. Yeah. He would come out of that first room like, oh, that trash in there was a real load. Wink, wink. Yeah. Here we've got a family of shrimp in room number five.
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Yeah, I hear you need to toss out a couple of crabs down in room four.
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Silva has to come meet you in the hallway. It's like, you got to quit.
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you're making everyone uncomfortable. I know we're all like moving bodies and we're all in the know about this, but you're way too into this. And I'm over here like, this is illegal, guys, please. Guys, this is illegal. This is a crime. And then Hunter over my shoulder like, looks like the stakes start to settle, if you know what I mean. Got a full load in this one.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
With that bleak sentiment, we pushed the cart through the hall in silence. On our way to the kitchen, we passed by the next group of patrons. A couple of young professionals with vibrant smiles and flamboyant suits. My mind played Russian roulette with their bodies. Which one's body would we fetch next? It was clear that Dwayne had been lost.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
The money, the trauma, maybe a combination of the two, had severely warped his mind into having a morbid indifference for life. I knew my words would go nowhere with him. I had this business model all wrong. Everything I thought Azalea stood for, quality dining, intimate gatherings, unbeatable service, it was all a lie.
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With the dinner crowd dissipating, the halls were a lot quieter and easier to maneuver through. I knew this was my chance. I knew I had one shot. Dwayne was leading the way, pulling the metal cart from the front. I was at the caboose, pushing the heavy contraption ahead as best I could. The towering cart would provide the shelter that I needed.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Out of my front pocket, I pulled out a pen and notepad, the trusty tool of the trade. Keeping one hand on the cart and pushing it along, I used the other to frantically scribble together a note. Craning my neck from one side of the cart to the other, I caught a glimpse of Silva. He was on the right side of the hall, chatting with one of the guests.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
The cart squeaked as we approached the front of the house. If I had timed it right, his view would be blocked, but only for a moment. As we approached the front desk, I took a deep breath and crumbled up the note. I whispered. She was alone at the front desk, her face planted in the tablet. I could feel the opportunity slipping away.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Just as we passed Silva on my right, I had no choice but to gamble. I took aim and lobbed the note into the air. The ball of paper seemed to hang there as I watched it in horror. It overshot the table and bobbled off Julie's shoulder just as we passed the front desk and Silva came into view. The impact broke her gaze from the screen. The paper bounced to the floor where it landed.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
I wasn't quite sure. I glimpsed her annoyed stare in my direction before steadying my attention to the front of the cart. As we exited the front of the house and entered the hallway to the kitchen, I could feel Silva's gaze burning a hole in the back of my skull. The kitchen had also simmered down compared to earlier in the evening.
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Many of the cooks had gone home, only a handful of chefs remained, fussing around with the various display of dessert arrangements. There were plates of chocolate lava cakes topped with caramel drizzle, crème brûlée and little cups with apricot shavings, and some sort of tower of fudge layered with sheets of sugar. The garnish was a colorful display of a key fruit and lychee.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
I admired the creativity from afar as we wheeled the cart into the dish room. Duane discarded the dirty dishes, and then we pushed the cart around the corner. I saw each chef bring their masterpiece over to Elsa. She inspected everything in the back, added the finishing touches, and the plates were carried out by the servers.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Duane led us down a dark hallway that bore no resemblance to the restaurant. It had a smell of musk. It was left dusty with no attempt made to clean or decorate the area. There were holes in the drywall, cracks in the concrete, and questionable stains on the ceiling. We took the cart as far as we could until we hit a dead end. The only thing at the end of the hall was a service elevator.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Dwayne swiped his access card and hit the button. We waited a couple of moments until we heard a high-pitched ding. I half expected a wave of blood to come out like the shining. Instead, Martin's ghoulish face popped out. Why is this asshole back here? Silver's orders. He's a busboy now. Martin's lips formed a wry smile. Who is he now? I looked away and helped push the cart into the elevator.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
I stepped inside and waited for Martin to hit the button down. Nuh-uh. Dwayne said, wiping me out. Only Martin is allowed down. I stepped out. Martin muttered something under his breath just as the door closed. Chump. Just let me say. this entire setting is so well established. Like, like Martin's the guy who takes the bodies down and then who knows what he does with them.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
You gotta watch out. So you're already mad at him? No, I'm not mad.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
And then like the staff doesn't know, but Silva knows and the bus boys know. And it's like these private server rooms. That's how they are able to kill people. Then dispose of the bodies quietly. Like so many layers of this just play off each other very well. Yeah. I love it. The rest of the night carried on like a bad nightmare.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
I towed the line, collecting the bodies and transporting them to the back of the kitchen. The smell of excrement and death continued to make me gag. Dwayne seemed immune to the scent. He was finding humor in my reaction after every pickup. No matter how hard I tried, it was impossible to get their faces out of my head.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
The bulge of their eyes, the bluish purple tint on their skin, the bloated look in their cheeks. Their loved ones would never find them. The gravity of it all was sinking in. When midnight finally hit, I was itching to leave the restaurant. Silva was waiting for me at the exit. How'd it go? He asked, pulling me into his office. I took a seat. Nothing's changed, Silva.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
It's going to be hard to find a replacement. He strolled over to one of his plants and was inspecting one of the leaves. I eventually worked up the nerve to cut off the awkward silence. Can I go home now? My shift's over. He broke out of his trance and walked over to his desk. In the top drawer, he pulled out my phone and slid it across the table.
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It's a polite suggestion. So now you're claiming that you're so... quick-witted that you're near um psychic with your your knowing well i didn't want to have to go out and expose my psychic ability can also be wrong at points well see it's never wrong so so in other words you're just you're just guessing redeemed redeemed
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The words were cold, his piercing stare warning it in itself. Of course. I got up from my seat and made my way to the door. When do you work next, Mark? Monday. Glanced up from his paperwork. Have a good weekend. I held my breath as I walked out of the restaurant, traveling as fast as my feet would take me. Only once I left the parking lot did my nerves return to normal. I was free.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
There was only one thing on my mind. I needed to put as many miles as I could between myself and Azalea's. I could find another job, that'd be easy, but the victim's families deserved closure and Silva needed to be exposed as the monster he truly was. One problem was my phone. I tried to swipe and click the power button with no success.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
As desperately as I wanted to call the cops, the call would have to wait until I got home. The streets were quiet as I pulled into the cul-de-sac. The lights were off in every household on the block, the whole neighborhood asleep. Paulina's minivan was parked in her driveway, the side of the vehicle sending shivers up my spine.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Pulling up to my driveway, the headlights revealed something stuck to my garage door. I parked the car and walked over to inspect the object. It was a sealed envelope labeled Mark in bold black marker. My throat tightened as I tore it open. Inside the envelope were photographs printed in a glossy finish. Each frame was crystal clear with no hazy pixel in sight.
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There was one of me jamming a body to the meal car, the bald forehead of the victim poking out of the cabinet. There was another candid shot of me pushing the cart through the hall. There were more than just photos of me at the restaurant.
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There were shots of me walking around the neighborhood, pictures of my ex-wife and her daughter at the mall, photos of my mother and father watching television in their home, their bodies comfortably lounging on the sofa. My heart was beating at a dangerous pace as I flipped through the stack of photos. Something else was crammed to the bottom corner of the envelope.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
When I pulled it out, I gasped. It was the paper note I had written to Julie. In my missing handwriting, it read, There are bodies in the dish carts. Call 911. In utter shock, I dropped the contents of the envelope. The photos scattered across the concrete, floating away in the wind. I dropped to my knees, quickly stuffing the contents back inside.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Some of the photos were traveling towards my neighbor's lawn in a carefree gust of wind. I scurried across the drive pad to collect them, glancing up at the sleepy suburban neighborhood, the place I had called home for decades. It suddenly didn't feel so homely. One of the photos that was carried across the lawn had flipped over.
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There was writing in permanent marker on the back that read, Welcome to the family. See you on Monday.
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End of part two. Oh, buddy. This is flowing really well.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Yeah, but it's supposed to look, it's like a kind of speakeasy, like, you know, fancy underground stuff. But yeah, if he does any merch that's like Azalea's cookout, like make it look like a steakhouse, you know, like Azalea's or whatever. I would 100% rep that anywhere you want it. It's so fun. The premise is awesome. Why hasn't this been done before?
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
The closest thing I can think is the menu, but that was a one-off everyone's dying tonight kind of story. This is like the whole business is killing and disposing of bodies for rich clientele.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
No, no, that British pull was... The more I think about that, the more the British thing doesn't make sense because the whole point was like, oh, this one person's British, but because you made everyone British, it ruined that part of the story.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Within the story, I am willing to say like, um, What if all of the people that were seen, like, interact with it and stuff like that, like... what if there's enough people willing to cover up? What if the family is so powerful that they're able to make up cover stories for these dead people? You could also like put the body somewhere else away from the restaurant, stuff like that.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Yes. Yeah. Yeah. To some degree. So I think that, um, the, uh, Okay, so for one, I'll say maybe I was a bit too harsh on our main character because it seems like as soon as he got away, he was like, how do I call the police? How do I let these people's families know? Seems a bit more virtuous than I said.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
What I'm saying is now if he goes back to the restaurant and stuff, it's different because they've threatened his ex and his kid. They've threatened his family and stuff like that. So now it's a different ballgame than just virtue.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Yeah, yeah. I think he's going to justify it a bit. We'll see. So with that, part three, the neighbor. The comfort of my home did little to calm my nerves. The doors were locked, but the damage had been done. Silva was watching. He'd been watching for God knows how long, tracking myself and my closest loved ones in order to ensure everything was kept in the family.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
The photos were a clever insurance policy, a weapon to wield if things went south. Now I was stuck under his thumb with my real family within his crosshairs. What a difference a day can make. Not even 24 hours ago, I was just a lowly server. Now I was sitting in the dark, trawling through the shady corners of the internet, hunched over my laptop in my pajamas.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
I scrolled through my internet tabs, each one more incriminating than the next. Where do I buy a burner phone? How do you know you're being stalked? How much jail time for the possession of a dead body? Maybe the police would believe my story. Maybe if I showed them where the bodies were, maybe if I could get my hands on the security footage, this could all end.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
I could go back to living a normal life. But maybe they wouldn't. And who was I kidding? Life was never going back to normal. For the brief moments that I managed to doze off, all I saw were the cloudy eyes of the victims. They will never let me sleep. Every shadowy corner was a threat, concealing one of Silva's henchmen. Every creak from the floorboards made me jolt.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Nothing felt safe as night faded away. A hint of amber broke through a gray arc of cloud before the harsh reality set in. I wasn't going to figure this out alone. I needed to talk to someone. Someone I trusted to keep quiet. Someone who had information that I didn't. Someone hiding a secret as dark as my own. someone I think I loved, screwed up as that was. It was an impossible thing to explain.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
The cold hard facts were there. I stared into her husband's lifeless eyes. I carried out her children's limp bodies, and yet here I was, still in love. The Paulina I knew was warm, inviting, full of heart. I had known that woman for years. Despite my apprehension about that evening, I still held out hope that there was something I didn't understand.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
When the sun rose and the songbirds chirped their familiar chorus, I got up from my heaps of blankets and ran a hot shower. After breakfast, I made my way over to Polina's house. The usual characters were moseying around outside. Moe from across the street was firing up his lawnmower, the purr from the engine overtaking the songbird's tunes.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Debbie was putzing around her front yard with her little cockapoo on leash. I only made it a few steps past my driveway before I noticed that she'd had company. parked beside the red minivan was an empty squad car. Shit. I switched gears, darting towards Debbie, the self-proclaimed eclectic neighbor on our block. We stood on the sidewalk outside of her aquamarine-painted home.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
The rainbow pinwheel lawn ornament stabbed into her lawn at seemingly random locations. I dove into some polite conversation, all the while keeping my attention on Paulina's home. Ten minutes of chitchat went by with no movement from her residence. I casually asked, Any idea what's going on at Paulina's place? No idea. A hint of a smirk emerging on her face.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
She couldn't resist the delectable piece of gossip. You know, I think there's some trouble in paradise. What do you mean by that? Debbie was basically our neighborhood watch. At her age, there wasn't much else for her to do.
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She tugged on Romeo's leash, his nose deep in a pile of his own droppings.
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This was all news to me. I paused to take it in, patting Romeo on the head. That is awful. Really awful.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
So hold on. So you don't, you can't see specifically how it applies. You can just see details. Well, not all the time.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
my, my grandmother was the exact same way. She just, you know, old lady talk about stuff and she'd be like, Oh, did you hear about Eunice at church? I think she's hitting the bottle again. It's like, well, grandma, why'd you say that? It's like, she came to church last week without makeup. And I thought that was strange. Just like, all right.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
That's a bit, that's a bit high level to jump to maybe, maybe dial it back a little bit, but That Debbie's so funny. Debbie, come on now. She doubled down.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
My stomach churned knowing we were speaking about someone who was murdered. While Debbie continued her rambling about other neighbors' deplorable acts, at the corner of my eye, I saw two cops walk out of Paulina's house.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Nice chatting with you. I wave goodbye as the vehicle rolled out of the cul-de-sac. I waited outside of Moody's back room. Underneath the humming neon sign, wondering if I was making a big mistake. A murderer and her accomplice enter a bar. It all feels like one bad joke. Something tells me I won't be around to hear the punchline. Moody's back room is not like Azalea's.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
It's a roof and four walls with a couple of kegs. It's got a flashy neon sign that you could spot from outer space. There are signs promoting their daily food and drink specials on every street corner in the neighborhood. This is a place begging for service. Anybody's service. How I got here is still a whirlwind. On Saturday, I retreated back to my house and opted to stay in.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
I figured Paulina had too much heat on her to risk any interaction. I was out of luck and out of time. But as fate would have it, Polina spotted me on Sunday on my way back from a morning jog. I was hoping the endorphins would help clear my head, but all it did was leave me exhausted. I couldn't resist her wave, and in a moment I found myself standing on her porch.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
She had a strawberry lemonade in hand and a smile across her face. Her hair sparkled in the sunlight. She looked radiant, given the circumstances. We chatted for a bit as I tussled with my attraction to her and the reality of our situations. She extended another offer to grab a drink, and in a helpless, sudden reflex, I said yes. The brain was no match for the heart. And dick.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Yeah, I think that's what's implied by the heart, Hunter. Thank you. Sorry. We're going to get you in church. We're going to fix you. Once she arrived, she gave me a hug and we grabbed a seat in plain view of the VLTs. We watched people. What is a VLT? It's like a slot machine, right? Oh, okay. See, if I go to church, I wouldn't know that. Unlike you, deplorables.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
you step into the bear traps you can tell what you're thinking you can tell what you're gonna do yeah with this power isaiah you don't understand the complexities of how this kind of okay so here here's my point if you can if you can just pull random stuff and you don't necessarily know how to play it's like you pulled british last time because you're super bear trap for this for today's story are you getting anything
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
So it is, it is a, I was curious. Yeah. We people watch chatting about the weather in the news. We discussed her vacation plans to Mexico and her current projects at work. Our first round is casual like this, like an awkward first date. Polina's hair is in a messy bun, but her appearance is far from disheveled. She's wearing a boatneck sweater, silver hoop earrings, a pair of Levi's jeans.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
This is what I imagined a night out with her to be like. This is the Polina that I know. Two rounds in, the conversation starts to get more personal. Polina asks about my history, so I told her about my divorce and how my dating life has been. I have her full attention. I can see the interest in her eyes. I really don't know what else to ask her at this point, so I just keep going on about myself.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Three drinks in and the alcohol has washed away all of the nervous energy. Floating through conversation with lighthearted, friendly banter, she's playfully patting my arm when I decide it's finally time to chip away at her fortress of secrets. With liquid courage, it's running foolishly through my system. So I start to ask the bold questions. Questions I've been dying to ask all night.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
How are you doing, Paulina? She looks puzzled. She sips her Mai Tai through a straw. What's wrong with you? You're doing good. How about you? I lean in, my voice falling to a gentle whisper. No, I mean, how are you really doing? She puts her drink down and cocks her head to the side. How's everything with the family? She pauses, stirring her drink. Oh, they're doing well.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
That does remind me, though. I should check in with Keith. She pulls out her cell phone as I place my hand on her arm. Paulina, I know. Her eyebrows are raised. I lean in closer across the table. Yesterday at the restaurant, the cop car this morning. I can see the color slowly draining from her face. Her eyes are moist now. They glisten under the pendant light above us.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
For a moment, there's a pause. The truth hangs in the air. I don't know what you're talking about. She says, sinking in her seat. A shift of energy in the room is now palpable. I'm sorry, it's too soon. I just need to know. She glances at the exit and grabs her purse. Wait, Paulina, hear me out for a second, please. She stands up. I follow suit, reaching for her shoulder. Paulina!
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
The bell above the exit door jingles as the swing is shut behind her. You dumb son of a bitch. Yeah... She murdered her husband and children, Hunter. It's Paulina, though, dude. Dude, this isn't just like a cute mom next door. This is like she killed her kids. Oh, Paulina, please. Please love me, Paulina. You're next.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Watching and waiting. Did me and you sing that at karaoke? I think so.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
We did. I know there was that one. There was definitely Out of Touch. I know. Yeah. You know what? With the mention of Hall and Oates, I'm back in. I'm in. Yeah, exactly. See, Pauline is back in. I was like, she murdered her family. But then you brought up Maneater.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
That's what I love. Sarah Smile. That's a good one too. That was a good one. You are such a good singer. It's frustrating. After painting the tab, I drove home knowing that I shouldn't. I'm tiptoeing the line of sobriety with an empty stomach. The hard liquor and dark thoughts swirl around inside of me in an anxious concoction. I scream as I pound the wheel. Screw up, you idiot!
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
It's a short route home through residential streets. The cookie cutter homes are blurs of color as I drive past. Besides the parked cars, the roads are empty. The sidewalk's bare. In my rear view, I notice a black SUV behind me. It turns left when I turn left down Teddon Road. I think I'm overreacting, so I test my theory and make another left into a nearby cul-de-sac.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
The vehicle follows me in a loop past the row of two-story homes. My chest begins to tighten. My only thought is that I can't go home. So I keep driving down Citadel Road, Citadel Crest, Citadel Circle, leaving the community. I head down McKenzie Boulevard with the SUV on my tail. Eventually, I will have to stop. I just don't know where to go.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
My heart is beating so strongly that I feel it in my skull. I figured the safest place is somewhere public, so I decided to pull into the Southside Strip Mall Walmart parking lot isn't exactly packed. There's some scattered RVs and late-night shoppers, but it's the best option available. Park near a row of cars and wait. The SUV pulls up beside me.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
The tint on the passenger side window is too opaque to see through. I only hear the opening and slamming of the driver's side door. Get out of the car! The glow from the lamppost reveals a curly-haired woman. Both arms are covered in an elaborate sleeve of tattoos. Two colorful gardens of fully bloomed flowers in an elaborate watermark style.
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I roll down the window a fraction of an inch and yell back.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Ew! Why are you such a... Quit! Oh, my gosh. You had that one banked. You just had that on deck. I'm sorry, dude.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
These are inferences. These are all things you're pulling from the title. No, no.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
No, it's because you're sexualizing it. It's fine. Two perfectly fine... Two women want to be together. That's between them. Whatever. I don't need to come in and make it into... I don't need to fetishize it. I'm sorry. That was wrong of me. I was probably wrong. Was it wrong? You had the Colonel joke on cue. That was in your tape deck, like skip next song, ready to play. I'm sorry.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Oh no. That's definitely what it is. They were definitely having an affair. We don't know. We don't know that for a fact. No, no, no. That, that is, that is absolute. What are you doing with Paul? That, or she's like an investigator that was trying to take down the restaurant or something like that. That, that is a hundred percent what it was. It is your, it is your, um, characterization of it.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
No, yes, that's the woman, but the only... No, okay, Hunter. The woman across the street said, I've seen this girl with tattoos. It's like horror or whatever she said. Oh, Paulina's been cheating. It was actually... Yes, Paulina's been cheating.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Okay, yes, I was saying that is what was happening. No, no. It's not a bear trap. How do I honestly do it? It's so odd. It's scary. This is not a bear trap. Dude, I'm fucking scared of myself. If it has already happened, you were calling out something that just happened in the story.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Yeah, you were right about. No, no. You said the thing. And I said, yes, that's the thing that happened. And then you got confused. And I said, no, the thing you originally thought would happen. That's not a prediction.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Okay. Anyway, yes, you are right that it was an affair happening. It was the sexualization of the affair that I was jumping you for. Mm-hmm. Okay, whatever. I rolled down the window a little more, and now I noticed the distinct characteristics of her face. Dark brown hair, eyes blue eyes. Her prominent nose, tall stature. She was sitting at the table next. Mm. Mm. Mm.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Look, just, uh, the only reason I'm attracted, look, tattoos, tall, dark hair, light eyes. The only reason, the only reason I'm attracted is because this is what my wife looks like.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
She was sitting at the table next to ours, and up close, she looked incredibly familiar. The resemblance is uncanny. Calm down for a second, I said, stepping out of my vehicle. No reason to get all worked up. We're just friends. Bullshit! You know something. I can feel it. By now, a small crowd of shoppers are enjoying the show.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Their hands are gripping plastic bags full of groceries, their carts abandoned in the middle of the road. With a sudden interruption, the dark-haired woman that could only be Keith's sister shouts back to the crowd. I'm calling the cops. Okay. Nevermind. I was wrong. I was wrong. We were both wrong with the sun eruption.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
I had not listed bear trap, bear trap into part three. So, so you're still saying that it was an affair, but I'm thinking so.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
It's Keith's sister's looking because she's trying to figure out what happened to her brother.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
You just like it because you think they're both hot. You just like it because you think they're both hot.
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It's not a bear trap if the story said a thing happened and you say that same thing happened.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Okay. Part four, The Last Supper. The crowd feasted their eyes on the drama ensuing. The woman who I believed to be Keith's sister had a fiery look in her eyes. I felt horrible for her family, but she was looking for answers to questions that I just couldn't provide. Silva had me backed into a corner with jail time or collateral damage as the only ways out.
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Her hands were shaking as she placed her phone to her ear. Stop for a goddamn second. There was a gasp from someone in the crowd. The woman resembling Keith nearly dropped her phone.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
The woman glared back, eventually taking the phone from her ear. She placed it in her palm, squeezing it violently as she screeched. Took a step back, as did some of the closer shoppers. She did something to him. She declared tears welling in her eyes. I know it. She pointed her finger at me, her body trembling.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Okay, so how is that bear trap looking now? It is, in fact, just his sister.
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There was silence for a moment as the woman paced around the lot. She eventually began to sob as she found a seat on the curb, her face shielded by her tears. The crowd slowly dispersed. Once she calmed down, we were able to make a proper introduction. Her name was Viola. She confirmed that she was Keith's baby sister.
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Keith was her only sibling, and she became concerned that he didn't respond to her text messages Friday evening. When he no-showed for their brunch plans Saturday morning, that's when she really began to worry. Paulina had recently decided the family was going to move out of the country with little warning or consultation provided to Keith. This was how Paulina was.
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The qualities that made her fun were also what made her dangerous. Keith had become fed up with her unpredictable nature. The extended family was worried that with the move, they would never see their children again. All I could offer were some hollow words of encouragement. Remain calm and hope for the best. I could tell they did little to soothe her soul.
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We eventually said goodbye, the lies tossed around in the pit of my stomach knowing that the man was never coming home. With one bomb carefully disused, I went home to think about the major issue at hand. My plan to build a closer relationship with Paulina had gone up in flames. There was no new information garnered. The opportunity had been wasted.
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I suffered one more sleepless night, and before I knew it, the weekend was over. In the morning, I peeked out my window. Paulina's driveway was empty. On my way to work, I saw Viola walking down the street with a small group of people. They were maybe three blocks from my house, and her hand was a stack of papers.
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At one of the nearby light posts, I pulled over to look at what they were taping to the metal structures. Help bring Keith Bargalo home. Keith Bargalo, a loving husband, devoted father, and upstanding member of our community, has been missing since Friday, April 30th.
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There is a cash reward for anyone who can provide information on his whereabouts or the whereabouts of his wife, Paulina, and their two children, Riley and Colton. Help us bring them home. Please call the number below. The photo on the flyer was a family portrait taken at a nearby park. The image haunted me all the way to the restaurant.
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There was the usual rush of workers when I arrived at Azalea's. They were scuttling through the halls, heading to the nearby change rooms, and preparing the tables for the upcoming dinner service. As I left the front of the house towards the change room, I caught a glimpse of Silva. He was walking at a brisk pace down the hall with a couple of other associates.
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It was only a quick flash of his black and silver crew cut. It was only the back of his head, but that's all it took for me to suddenly feel cold. Dwayne was dwaddling around by his locker with a couple of the other cooks when I entered.
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Playfully swatted one of the cooks in the belly before leaving. Let's go get that money. This would be you. If you had to dispose of bodies for the mob, you'd be like, making that bread, working at a bakery. Yeah, making that bread.
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Like, like it's a football game every day. All right, we're going to get out there and make some good plays and get some good. Let's get, let's get that money. Make some people happy. Made that bread.
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Not even a hint of like thought about what you're doing. You're like, I'd shove my mother in here if you tell me to at this pay. I stared blankly at the lockers as flashbacks of Friday entered my brain. The contorted body stuffed in the dish cart, the squishing of bloated flesh, the cracking of bones. There was no way in hell I was ever going back to buzzing.
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Silva and I would need to have another word. After I changed into my uniform, I went to help set the tables and fold some last-minute cutlery. I hoped to cross paths with Silva. He was usually running up and down the halls leading up to the service, but today I wasn't so lucky. His office door was locked and my knocking went unanswered. Lana gave me a wave down the halls.
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I had already seen Greg at the lockers and passed by Steph and Kelly wrapping cutlery. By my count, we were fully staffed for servers and that number excluded me. 20 minutes to go before service, I began to panic. I asked Mia, the hostess, if she had seen Silva. She shrugged. Sorry, haven't seen him. Does he have any appointments? I asked, scratching my head.
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She scrolled through the tablet and shook her head. As I approached the hostess podium, I noticed something resting on the shelves behind it. It was a cell phone with a glittery phone case and a distinct Hello Kitty tassel attached to it. Julie working tonight?
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She's dead. Yeah, she's 100% dead. Oh, her phone's there? That's so weird. Wow, good catch. It's been there the whole day. What the fuck are you talking about? She must have missed that. Thanks, Mark. What would we do without you? Once I left, I began to snoop around the podium. On the bottom shelf, there was a black purse. It had a matching tassel.
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Stupid cat seemed to be waving at me from the ground. I froze. Her wallet, her keys, everything was in the bag. I remembered the note, and suddenly my limbs felt weak. I jumped at the only logical conclusion. Julie never left. So, congratulations, Mark. You killed Julie. Bear trap. Wait, what do you mean bear trap?
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Okay, whatever. I'm not, you know what? The fader freak out. You want me to have an emotional reaction to your insanity?
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Okay, but until then, no. Because it said, oh, her phone's there. Thanks, Mark. Like, that's such a clear, like, she's dead, right? You don't get it when two sentences later it confirms for us that she's dead. Okay, whatever. I wandered down the halls, rummaging through the storage rooms in the kitchen and the dish room. I opened any door I walked past, searching for signs of Julie.
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My heart beat aggressively in my chest with every failed attempt. There's no doubt that Dwayne was looking for me too. My watch told me that the dinner crowd would be arriving any minute. I felt a cold hand grab my shoulder from behind. I flinched. Jeez, Mark, relax. Lena laughed. They're gathering everyone together in room one. I followed her down the empty hallway.
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Monday nights were always our slowest, but the complete absence of foot traffic was very concerning.
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When we arrived, a bald, burly man held the door open. He was a familiar face, someone I seldom saw this deep inside the restaurant. He wasn't an employee, as far as I knew, just some sort of supplier of ingredients and various cooking supplies to the restaurant. You could feel the heat coming from the crowd before you even entered the room. There were too many people for the cramped space.
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The air was musky as employees seated across the long table looked aimlessly across the room. Those that weren't early enough to nab seats were standing in a line along the walls. On top of the table were beautiful arrays of mouth-watering appetizers. Bacon-wrapped prunes, bellini with caviar, beef tartare, and cheese fondue.
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The strange man with squinty eyes was pouring shots of alcohol out of many liquor bottles while the bald man from the doorway followed him towards the table holding a bottle of wine. He passed around the glasses to everyone. Wine or liquor? The squinty man asked. Through pursed lips, I replied.
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It sounds like you're doing an Asian voice because it said squinty eyes. No! That's what I'm trying to do. That's what I'm trying to do. What are we doing, man? There you go. Okay, that's better. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Throwing that on there. You have to be like, come on, we are celebrating. That's German. Okay, that's better than the direction you were heading. Sorry, dude. Straight up.
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Straight off a cliff. I have... Sorry, dude. Sorry if it wasn't good enough for you. Damn. I hesitated for a moment, then pointed towards the bottle of red that the bald man was holding, poured a generous amount, and handed me a glass. Is this everyone? Yes, the room. A couple people nodded their heads in assurance.
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Lana and myself share puzzle looks. I've never seen this man before.
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While Sergio spoke, I began to scan the room. There's still no sign of Julie, or better yet, no sign of Silva. I cling to my glass against Lana's and a few other employees in my vicinity, holding the brim of the glass to my lips. Some of the waitstaff and hostesses downed their drinks and were nibbling at the finger food.
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Some of the line cooks and junior chefs were pouring themselves another round with delighted smiles across their faces. This was the first team-building event in all my years at the restaurant, so many of the workers seemed to be making the most out of the occasion. But those that knew better held their ground. Dwayne held his full glass to his hip with a stern expression.
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Elsa was sitting at the table, her chef hat flopping out of her pocket, her glass untouched. I'd seen too much death to enjoy the offerings. Not an ounce of alcohol was going to hit my throat. You should try the tartar, Plano whispered. It's delectable. I smiled, wine glass still to my mouth, as I eyed the exit. I slowly shuffled towards the door as the speech continued.
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The doors slowly creaked open, sound lost amongst the celebration.
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Excitement slowly shifted into nervous apprehension. Do not worry. Sergio assured the crowd. You will all be welcomed back with open arms.
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The dim light sparkled off the chandeliers in an iry dance as I strolled through the halls. I walked past the foyer, into the kitchen, and then down the grungy, abandoned hallway. With everyone preoccupied with the party, it gave me an opportunity to go digging for some answers. As I made it closer to the elevator, I detected movement. My walk turned into a run as I saw a marred and slinky figure.
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The door to the elevator was slowly closing. I pounded my feet into the concrete and sprinted as fast as I could. With an outstretched hand, I managed to activate the sensor just as the door was closing. What the fuck are you doing? He barked. I grabbed him by his scrawny neck and pinned him to the back of the elevator. Take me down, now! He flailed and sent a powerful kick to my stomach.
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I noticed his hands were coated in a thick layer of blood. Wheezing and clutching my midriff, I yelled, "'Take me to the bodies, you scum!' We grappled with each other in the hallway. He managed to clip me on the side of the head with a shot that made me wobble. With gritted teeth, we both struggled for control. I wrestled with him, holding his body close to mine as I tried to gather my composure.
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The dim light from the elevator was sparking like little flashes of lightning. The room was spinning, but somehow, with a sudden burst of energy, I managed to connect with a short jab. It stunned Martin long enough for me to push him into the wall. He went blind, his head hitting the corner of the wall's exposed brick. There was a deep thud, and then his body collapsed to the floor.
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A small trail of blood trickled out the sides of his head, forming a tiny puddle on the floor. I scrambled to his body, rummaging for his access key. There were sounds coming out of me that I'd never heard before. Uncontrollable sobs, moans of sorrow. I found the card in his back pocket and booked it for the elevator.
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We are now back to the episode. how can i help you is that how you think that the um i i don't this is our narrator talking so whatever voice you come up with is going to be the narrator for the rest of the story well is it a girl or a guy uh i i don't know it's it's a waiter normally they don't specify in these stories but waiters a man and a waitress is a woman right
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As the door began to close, I noticed the flashing red light coming from the ceiling. The camera was pointed in my direction. The odor was crippling. It crept up the shaft and seeped through the cracks of the elevator doors. The elevator carriage rumbled as I slowly descended into the unknown. The doors eventually slid open to reveal what looked like an ongoing construction project.
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The framing and some of the drywall had been completed, but the floor was packed dirt. Darkness seemed to cover large sections of the room. There were lights strung up on the ceiling, but there was little done to mask the smell. If there wasn't a pile of gas masks laid out by the entrance, I surely would have vomited. I followed the hanging, glowing orbs down the old tunnel.
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It only took a couple of paces before I saw the industrial-sized fridge. It was a massive stainless steel house with a large sliding door. I shivered as I entered the unit. Inside were shelves and shelves of plastic bags. Hearts, livers, lungs, intestines, vials of blood. Names of either the victims or the new recipients were written in permanent marker.
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Everything was sealed, labeled, and organized. Tiptoe deeper into the cold room, only making it a few more steps before I finally screamed. Silva was rigid and face up, lying on top of a pile of bodies. Thousand dollar suits and flowing gowns were all lined with speckles of frost. Silva's eyebrows were covered in an icy white, his expression frozen in a look of terror.
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The bullet wound was right through the center of his skull. That moment I understood that this was so much more than a murder-for-hire operation. It was so much more than a restaurant. Everything seemed to turn a profit. I ran out of the cool room and started pacing outside of the unit.
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I wanted so badly to go back up the elevator to make my way to safety, but I knew I was on the cusp of the secrets. There was still so much I didn't know potentially down the hall, so I foolishly pressed forward.
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As I went further into the... For what I got to say, that is so cool that Silva was just a piece in the operation. You know, like he's made to be the big guy, but it's like, no, he messed up by letting you get too far. So he had to be taken care of. As I went further into the basement, the smell intensified. The piles of bodies were in plain sight. If you could even call them bodies anymore.
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I removed my mask just in time to unleash a violent wave of chicken casserole. Their stomachs were fleshy, gaping holes hacked away with little left of their insides except for the rib cages and bone that held the remaining bits of skin together. Their faces had no eyes, just black holes carved out of the now rotting flesh.
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The maggots were little white dots in a sea of decomposed skin, festering all through the crevices of what was left. The dirt floor had clearly been disturbed in numerous places. Something drew me towards one of the hands dangling from the middle of the pile. It was dainty, the fingernails painted in a pastel pumpkin. The flamboyant color palette looked familiar, like something Julie would wear.
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As I pulled, heaps of limbs and serrated bones toppled from the top of the tower of bodies. Roves of beetles and blowflies buzzed from all the commotion. I recoiled, losing my footing on some loose sediment. In the corner of my eye, I spotted the meat grinder at the end of the room. The piece of machinery was hiding in the shadows, kept from plain sight.
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As I got closer, I could see that the thing looked polished to perfection. Sinister thoughts flooded my brain regarding its purpose. Some off-menu items for an extra cost. A special order of beef tartare. I dry heaved, nearly losing my lunch once again. I couldn't experience the gruesome scene any longer. These were all of Azalea's deepest, darkest secrets.
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Secrets that some of the family members took to the grave. I needed to get out of here before I suffered the same fate. There was a thundering sound of footsteps and scraping coming from the roof. I made a mad dash for the elevator. I strode past Martin's body down the hall and made it through the empty kitchen. I managed to round the corner of the foyer before I heard shouting. Hey, stop!
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The bald man was wheeling one of the dish carts out of room one. Dwayne was wheeling another behind him. I took the flight up the stairs, hearing the pounding of ominous footsteps behind me. I managed to exit the parking lot before they were able to get close. Okay, so... They killed all the servers, right? Because they had to move locations or whatever.
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So it's like, hey, we're shutting down in case any of you know anything, except for people like Dwayne who are already like in too deep. We're going to kill everyone. And then we put the bodies and we're going to dispose of them. So it seems like they were killing people as a hitman service. But then, as he said, everything turns a profit.
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So they were also in the organ trade and they were also in the business of if someone wanted to eat human flesh, they had like that option with the meat grinder. But most of the body pieces they couldn't use were just left to rot in the basement.
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Yeah. Yeah, they've made the money here. Like I said, everything at a cost. Everything turns a profit. I told you at the start of this that I was a nobody. I was just a lowly server. I was no mastermind. I was no criminal, despite what the security tapes may show. There was no plan. There was nothing. Just a series of events that unfolded after that evening.
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There was no gun, although I did think about this often during my fits of insomnia. I would have been too much of a coward to even pull the trigger. But if anyone deserved a bullet in their brain, it was Silva. It would have been satisfying to do the honor, but the end result was the same. There was no fake passport. I just didn't know where to get one. There was no burner phone.
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I just never had the gumption to follow through. In the end, there was just me and the open road. My first stop was a small town bank in the early morning. I withdrew all the cash that I could and loaded it into a suitcase. Kept driving, only stopping to load up on fuel or to reload on convenience stores, food, and energy drinks. I kept going for a few days until I reached the Mexican border.
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I prayed they would let me through, and for some reason, my prayers were answered. The Azalea family always proved to be a tight-lipped bunch. There's a beach along the coast just outside of a small town. I remember the recommendation from a dear friend. It's off the beaten path and far away from tourists. I think the name was El Decembo or maybe Decemboque. My Spanish was never the greatest.
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It just seemed like a good place to stop. The water was crystal clear and the beach was quiet. I sat in the sand just in time to watch the sunset. There were a few other Mexican teenagers splashing around in the water and a handful of fishermen dragging around empty nets across the beach. There was one other person, the only other gringo that I've seen.
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Her hair is an unusual midnight black for her face complexion, and her smile seems to glimmer in a familiar way. She's all alone and out of place. Most of all, she looks happy. Gazing at her sprawled out on the beach towel for some reason, I felt the need to make a call. I dialed the number, the same one from the poster. Hello? Viola? Uh, yes, who is this? It was her. You were right all along.
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And I tell her everything I know about everything. The sun dips below the horizon. The sky suddenly a murky marmalade. It's harder and harder to see with every passing second. My mind wanders into the dark recesses of my brain towards the memories I've tried to forget. I think about my time at Azalea's and how great the job was before it wasn't. I think about my co-workers. I think about Julie.
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Yeah, yeah. Azalea's Cookhouse is a family restaurant, but please don't bring your family. Part one, Hunter, bring us in. Azalea's Cookhouse, how can I help you? I despise the inflection in my voice. The fakeness irked me to my core, but it was all part of the job, so I took my customer service seriously. Thank you so much for watching.
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I think about how close I came to death. I think about the others who weren't so lucky. I think about the life I took and the one that got away. The beach is empty now. The fishing boats are all secured and hitched to the dock for the evening. My vision's hazy in the shadows of the night, but I still hear the playful frolicking in the water and the soothing splash of the waves against the rocks.
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At this moment, I am sure it's the most beautiful place in the world. It's a matter of time before they find me. Whether they track my cell signal from the nearby towers or they find the footage from the restaurant. Tomorrow, I'll be in another town and another after that for as long and as far as my money will take me.
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For now, I sit, take in the crashing of the waves, avoiding the dead, restless eyes that will come from me in my sleep.
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Uh, great story. Really enjoyed it. Great. No sleep. Fine. Very great. No sleep. Fine.
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I think the kaleidoscope, the kaleidoscope, that would be one.
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I think the only, we should also, it's a, It's also an anthology horror series, so if we can get in contact with him when it comes out, we should definitely do one of the stories from it, I think. Yeah, we should just make sure. That'd be cool. And you can sign up for his newsletter to get updated and new short stories from him as they come out because this story banged. I liked it a lot.
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Yeah, but it's also at the same time, it's like you either end with our main character dying or you end with... Because he saw everything. Like he goes to the basement and he sees what they're doing with the bodies. He sees that Silva's been killed. This is a part of a much bigger operation that he can't hope to deal with. So he just escapes. And then I did...
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At the end of part three, whenever Keith's sister comes up, or whatever his name was, when his sister comes up, Viola, and is like, I know something happened to my brother, and she's emotional and everything. I was like, I don't really know if that was a good touch. But then at the end, after he's done everything, that's like his last piece of redemption.
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Even if I can never go home, even though my life as I know it is over, I'm going to call her and say she was right to hopefully get the word out. That's like a lifeline.
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Yeah. I had this thought near the end where I'm like, I hope this doesn't become like when he goes to the basement, I hope it's not like, like Silva's the devil. Yeah. There's like a demonic sacrifice. Yeah. It's like, and there's these creatures are praying. I was afraid to go that route, but no, it's just like a body, like body part trading circuit and broadened bodies.
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So I like how, like you said, how it stayed grounded. I really like all the story beats I took. I thought it was interesting how like Paulina is kind of like, Oh, she's cute. And then she's a part of this whole world. And he tries to like justify it to himself, but it doesn't work out. And he has to escape. Like I I'm really happy with the decisions it took. I thought it was great played out.
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I really loved the writing style. The writing style was awesome.
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I think it's just because it is an interesting story. Like, the concept is so unique and cool that it's like, oh, well, you could do this, this, this with it. And I think that's just a symptom of... Like having such a creative concept for a short story, the naturally you're going to be like, oh, well think of all these other things you could do with this concept. Yeah.
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Because it's a unique concept. So I think it's more so a statement of he had a really good idea that I want to see more stuff done with it. I want to see more direction. I think there's going to be a lot of people.
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Or you could do an entire anthology series out of different stories from Azaleas, right? Yeah.
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The tricks of the trade were simple, but you'd be surprised how many college kids wandered into the industry with zero regard for service. It was an epidemic, as far as I was concerned. Pretty faces were always welcome, but seldom did they stay. It wasn't like this was my dream job, either. I used to have real ambitions, too. Played in a rock band. I had a marriage.
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Do that. And most importantly, Hunter was wrong about his prediction.
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Sure. Yeah. Have you quit recording? Okay, Hunter was wrong and I was right. And he's also, he does this a lot. He'll say things are going to happen and they don't happen. And he has them cut from the recording in the end. But he's lying. If Hunter ever tells you anything is right, he has gone back and posted, edited it. And he lied. He lies all the time. He's full of lies. But yeah, great story.
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Those things, well, I wish they were as simple. When everything went up in flames, when it all started to slip away, the restaurant industry was always there. And to them, I was valuable. Plays like Azalea's was a great gig. They demanded a pristine level of service or your ass was on the curb. But for what you got paid compared to other places, I felt the trade-off was worth it.
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I recognized the silky voice right away. It was a twist of warm friendship mixed with passionate lover. Oh, fuck. Let me reread it. No, no, no, no, no. Let me reread it. No, no, no, no. I think that needs to be the voice.
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Yes, there you go. Okay. It was elegant and upbeat. It was Paulina. I didn't take my neighbor for the type to dine at this kind of establishment. And while it was only her voice, she could have been a hundred miles away. It was enough to send me down into an anxious tailspin. Isn't he married? No, no. He had a marriage. He had a marriage. Okay. And a rock band.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Hold on. CC's pizza. You don't bring your family. No, not the whole point of that was no, no, no, no, no. Well, like a little, there's a CC's in your house and I loved it. It was a family. It's a family restaurant. Please don't bring there's a little arcade corner in the back.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Like it's, he lost out on that stuff, but this restaurant is the one thing that's been dependable for him. Yeah. Yeah.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Sorry, ma'am. That's not a problem. And for how many? Four. In less than a minute, it was confirmed. Oh, my God. She was scheduled for tomorrow at 7 p.m. This is the stuff that I was saying. Okay, go ahead. Sorry. For one, the audacity to do it in the first place, to just read the story ahead and say it's a premonition. But then the further audacity to call it out. What is the next line, though?
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Her voice had reduced me to a teenager again. Visions of her watering her flowers and walking her dog occupied my mind for the rest of the evening.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Who's another YouTube and really any of the only guys would probably do it. Yeah. Who's another animator that I could like sell you for?
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
You, you, you say that, but every time someone like talks about me anywhere online, they're always like, where's Hunter? Why isn't this post about Hunter? I'd rather be talking about Hunter or whatever. I saw one that was brutal the other day. Look, look, I saw one that was brutal the other day. There was a guy that someone had posted. I subreddit Instagram somewhere.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
It was like, these two are some of the best personalities on YouTube. And then someone commented as like, well, one of them's a YouTube personality. The other one's a guy who got lucky with an iceberg trend. And I was like, ow, that was rough.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Mm-hmm. Right. So I just like to... There's one guy. So there's one dude. He has like... I'm not going to say his name because I don't need people to know, but he has like eight followers on Twitter. Complete nobody, right? Yeah. Every time I post a video announcement, after a couple hours, he will quote tweet... the tweet I made announcing it and say either good video or bad video.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
And he never gives any further explanation. That's haunting. He never says why or anything like that. That's legitimately haunting. But my algorithm, I think because I've looked at his page, it always shows me what his reaction is. Every time I post a video, he'll just be like, bad video. And I'll be like, ugh! Why? Dammit! Explain. Like, yeah.
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Azalea's Cookhouse Is A Family Restaurant
Bad für dich. And I'm over here like, damn you, Wilhelm. Like, shaking my fist at nothing. Augustus! It's like the kid from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory just eating chocolate. It's literally just Augustus Gloop just covered in chocolate watching the videos. What is he planning? I know he's scheming something over there. Yeah, it's just random. What sticks you? What does it?
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
Yeah, actually, I've never even thought of that. And that's a really good thought just because he already like he almost takes a more lead role in the business anyway, just with his. I don't know. He just he just always has. He's just been more kind of hands on always than me.
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
And so I've actually never thought of that, you know, almost me just taking more of a backseat and just doing it as a part time or side hustle, you know.
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
Exactly what you're talking about. Like me and my brother were twins. So we have a very close relationship, but there's even times where this has put a lot of strain on our relationship just because there's a, it's, Especially since we both have bills, we both have responsibilities. There's a lot kind of in the balance.
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
Yeah, because I'm going to be honest, before, like, he started it initially himself before I ever joined him and, you know, quit the job I had and came and started working with him. And before I ever joined him, he was making a lot more than he's making now, which is kind of sad to admit that.
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
But, you know, a year and a half, we've really grown, you know, we've just like blown it out of the park and we're like so happy and so proud.
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
Awesome. So basically, I'm 18 and I got married this year in January. and I'm super young. I own a home service business with my actual twin brother, so we're both 18, and we've been running this for about a year and a half, and I just want to know if I should maybe look at getting a traditional job because there is an opportunity for right now to make more money.
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
All good. Yeah. So I just want to know if maybe looking at getting a traditional job would be a better idea. Um, just for consistent income. Um, I also moved out this year, so maybe, well late last year, so basically this year, but uh, all kind of happened at the same time. So I have a lot more responsibility, a lot more bills.
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
And I just want to know if maybe getting a traditional job, um, especially specifically something in sales where I'm something I'm already really proficient at, um, where I have the opportunity, you know, to make a lot of money.
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
I just want to know if maybe that is a better avenue to take than continuing to grow this business, especially with the, you know, inconsistencies that can often come with small businesses.
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
So, uh, right now I make anywhere between like five to 700, sometimes on a good week, a thousand dollars a week. Okay. And, um, you know, it's not a lot. Um,
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
we we pretty much we split most of the income down the middle uh me and my brother and you know we leave some for uh you know bills and leads and you know all the overhead that we have for our business which is pretty minor but you personally you personally take home as your pay somewhere between two thousand and four thousand dollars a month is what you're saying yes ma'am yeah okay and it fluctuates very heavily okay but it fluctuates between the two and four thousand
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
Yeah, so I got an offer like a while back for a car sales position. And then I've also done my own research and looked into different sales positions from
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
um companies that are kind of similar honestly to what i've been doing already like selling so like you know roofing and you know stuff like that yeah um does does your wife work yes ma'am yeah she does what does she bring home uh she brings home so she makes uh she just recently got a raise so she makes 17 an hour and she works full time so okay per month what would you say she's gonna bring home um i would say uh
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
Yeah, so we don't have a super detailed budget. We've only really been home from like our honeymoon for like three weeks. But, you know, it's roughly, you know, the bills for like, you know, rent and utilities and pretty much everything that we have to pay the company that we live under is around $2,000 a month. And then, you know, obviously gas and everything else is probably...
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
a couple hundred dollars a month and we know groceries is roughly at least a hundred dollars a week. Okay.
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
Yes, ma'am. Yeah. So I do enjoy what I do. Like, you know, obviously the home services itself, like the pressure washing and window washing is not really like my preferred, like, I don't think anyone really like loves, loves that. I mean, some people do, but you know, running a business, I do enjoy it, especially with my brother.
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Nobody Builds Wealth by Accident
Um, you know, we have a good time and we work hard, but you know, I also wouldn't mind, you know, Doing something else. It's always been something that's been in my head.
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Make Decisions Based on Guidelines, Not Headlines
Hey, gentlemen. Thank you for your time today. I just started a new job about nine months ago. I work for a medical supply company. And, you know, obviously, everyone's paying attention to the news. these tariffs are kind of scaring us as a business and a company. Um, and so my question to you guys today is, you know, we're on baby step two, we're taking the course right now.
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Make Decisions Based on Guidelines, Not Headlines
So we're like on our seventh or eighth week in the course. Um, and we've been paying off debts and it's been feeling great. Um, but with these tariffs, there's, you know, there's communications and stuff from our uppers or CEOs and they've been very good with us. Um, but at the same time, there's, there's no guarantee that our jobs are safe.
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Make Decisions Based on Guidelines, Not Headlines
So my question to you today is, do we continue to make these extra payments with a high concern in job security, or do we hold off on making those payments to kind of see how things go and just save that money?
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Make Decisions Based on Guidelines, Not Headlines
Yeah, yeah. So a few years ago, they moved everything from China to Mexico. So obviously that has a big impact on our business to the point of significant losses.
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Make Decisions Based on Guidelines, Not Headlines
Yeah, it's a complicated structure, but I would say probably, you know, we're set to lose, you know, 17, 18% of our business.
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Make Decisions Based on Guidelines, Not Headlines
Yeah, exactly. We'll lose most of our profits, and that's kind of my concern. Okay, gotcha.
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Make Decisions Based on Guidelines, Not Headlines
No, they've been communicating, and everything's on a table. We'll try to eat some of it, obviously, but we also, it's a medical field, so there's set contracts and fees and stuff that are already locked in.
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Make Decisions Based on Guidelines, Not Headlines
Yeah, so we have about $15,000 to $16,000 in consumer debt and then another $36,000 in student loans. And over the past five years, we've paid off probably $70,000, $80,000 with no real intensity. But now that we're taking the course, we're trying to stick to the course and do what we're told.
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Make Decisions Based on Guidelines, Not Headlines
You know, one of them is a private student loan, one's medical, and then one is a refinance that my lovely self did a long time ago.
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Make Decisions Based on Guidelines, Not Headlines
You know, we were shooting for probably two, three years.