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In the eyes of this ratchet jaw, and I'm honored to have you listening.
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Keep it cool on the stool.
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Welcome weirdos, I'm Darren Moreler, and this is Weird Darkness.
Here you'll find stories of the paranormal, supernatural, legends, lore, the strange and
bizarre, crime, conspiracy, mysterious, macabre, unsolved, and unexplored,
explained.
Coming up in this episode.
A man starts to fall asleep at the wheel, but gets a supernatural shake up from an unusual police
squad car.
In a quiet Virginia cemetery, it's a peculiar tune that has mystified visitors for nearly 200
years.
Nobody seems to know who is buried there.
The next time that you hear it can spier us a theory, take the time to investigate before
you decide that it's too impossible to be true.
A man is not unconscious, and while being so, he lives an entirely different life.
I do not suppose that any man and wife lived more happily and wished each other better than
we.
Strange last words, from a man who murdered his wife.
Did a strange race of albino, sunfearing people used to roam the Appalachian mountains,
she can kill a man just by sucking all the blood from his body out through his nose, she
can slip out of her skin at night to terrorize the countryside.
Those who believe in hooded call her the boo hagg.
A rash of attacks took place in India's New Delhi back in 2001, and the attacker was described
as having monkey-like qualities.
Who or what was the monkey man of New Delhi?
bizarre secrets are said to hide somewhere in the bottom of the depths of Mel's hole.
The hole definitely exists, but it appears that Mel himself may never have been real.
The old hagg, the suckabas, whatever you call it, it's a paranormal night time encounter with
eronic overtones.
Is this satellite nothing more than a Russian attempt at signal jamming or spying?
Or is there something more sinister behind it?
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Many conspiracy theorists firmly believe that Tesla was the first person to stumble
across the black night satellite when he detected a strange space signal back in 1899.
At the time, he had just developed a high voltage radio transmission setup.
Tesla claimed that the signal he discovered was clearly repeated periodically and had some sort
of order to its broadcast.
He spent a few weeks studying this signal in detail and came to the conclusion that it was
a message from an extraterrestrial group.
Tesla claimed that his in-depth studies show that the signal was coming from the planet of
Mars, but this claim was quickly rubbed by his own studies when he came out and admitted that
he got the Mars angle wrong.
A strange satellite was discovered in the late 1950s in orbit around Earth.
Initially the Russians were thought to have been behind this vessel, but before long it
was determined that the satellite was neither Russian or American.
It was looking into the vessel then claimed that it seemed way too heavy to have been launched
from Earth and it traveled at speeds much higher than a normal satellite could reach.
They also concluded that the schedule of the satellite was very mixed up.
It didn't seem to stick to a regular orbit pattern at any one time.
Mercury astronaut Gordon Cooper eventually came out and claimed that he had picked up the
strange satellite signal when he took part in the Mercury flight.
He also claimed that his ground control contacts also picked up the strange signal.
Unfortunately Cooper went back on his statement not long after he made it, and signed off on
transcripts claiming he was lying and he never heard any sort of signal on his flight.
Why did he go back on his word?
Was he forced into this action by authorities?
In 1988 the astronaut team aboard the Space Shuttle Orbiter and Devere actually managed to take a few
photographs of the satellite in orbit.
Many ufologists got very excited over the images, but numerous skeptics came forward and claimed
that the images were nothing more than a thermal blanket that had escaped its latching on the nearby
international space station.
There are numerous articles online claiming that they have solved the mystery of the black
night satellite.
Some even going as far as claiming the whole subject was is nothing more than a hoax.
But the truth of the matter is that nobody really knows the answer to this strange space mystery.
This happened back in 2011 when I was studying at a text school in western Pennsylvania
outside of Pittsburgh.
I would leave Friday after class and not head back till Sunday night usually around 10 or 11pm.
Like anyone else who goes to college or a trade school, sleep is hard to come by and often
I would be very sleepy when it came time to drive the three hours back to my school and many
times I'd be fighting sleep driving.
Sometimes I'd not be able to remember half the drive I just did.
This one time I was heading back to school from my girlfriend's place and it was after 11pm and I was
tired. I was on highway 22, 322 which was always deserted at night.
Now I will admit I have a lead foot so 15 over the limit is my usual but when I'm tired it can be dangerous.
I was feeling really tired as I was flying along the curving highway and my eyes were getting heavy but
I thought I was fine as I had done this so many times before.
Well I must have fallen asleep for a few seconds because suddenly my eyes flew open and I jumped
as if startled awake. I was in the fast lane or the left lane when my headlights hit the reflective
stripes on a rear bumper of a car sitting next to the median along the fast lane.
I saw the back window and the outline of a light bar on the roof as I shot by the sitting state trooper.
My heart jumped as I missed side's wiping his car.
Damn it! I whispered as I looked at my speedometer while still dazed from having not it off and
saw that I was doing 85 and a 55 zone. As I had zoomed by the red and blue lights flipped on and
lit the road behind me. I immediately began to slow and put my turns to long to pull over while
kicking myself for being so dumb. Looking in my rear view mirror I was surprised to see the lights,
pull a U-turn and race off in the opposite direction. What could have been more important to then
pulling me over, especially after I had just blown that cop's doors off almost.
I was rattled but glad I didn't get a ticket and drove the rest of the way at safer speeds
all be it still tired. Fast forward three weeks later when I visited my girlfriend but
had the leave when it was still light out. Now most of the time I drove to my school was at night so I was
taken in the things I could see now that it was light out when I approached that stretch of road
and I remembered the whole ordeal again. And that's what I thought hey maybe I can see where he turned around
but there was a problem. There was no place to turn around. Not only does the concrete
median run the entire way from where I get on to where I get off there's no shoulder beside it to sit
in and camp. If that trooper had been sitting by the median I would have rear-ended him. I was
dumbfounded at this and as I thought more about it I realized that after I'd passed the car all I ever saw
was just the lights that turned and raced off in the other direction. What had I seen that night?
I told my girlfriend and being both Christians we agree I saw my guardian angel take whatever form he needed
to wake me up and get me to slow down. He could argue being tired it was a dream but I wasn't a sleep.
I know what I saw but I don't know what it was. All I know is now I'm a happily married man with a
five month old son and memories I would never know had I stayed asleep when driving that night.
Seat Paul's Episcopal Church Cemetery in Alexandria, Virginia, is home to a most peculiar grave
one that bears no name only a haunting inscription to the memory of a female stranger.
The identity of the soul at rest beneath the headstone remains a mystery, attracting visitors and
inspiring ghostly tales since at least 1833. The inscription in its entirety reads as follows.
To the memory of a female stranger whose mortal sufferings terminated on the 14th day of October
1816, aged 23 years and eight months. This stone is placed here by her disconselate husband
in whose arms she sighed out her latest breath and who under God did his utmost even to
suede the cold dead ear of death. How loved, how valued once evails the nut to whom related or by whom
begot, a heap of dust alone remains of thee to his all thou art and all the proud shall be. To him
gave all the prophets witness that through his name, who soever believe it in him shall receive
permission of sins. Acts 10 chapter 43 verse. The poetic verses are taken from Alexander Popes 1717
poem, "Ellogy to the memory of an unfortunate lady with a few alterations." The first print mention
of the grave of the female stranger appears to be in a poem published in the Alexandria Gazette
in 1834 which details a visit to the tomb. The poem was published under the initials S.D.
and later revealed to be the work of poet Susan Rigby Dalham Morgan of Baltimore, Maryland.
Ms. Morgan also wrote about the grave in her column for the Philadelphia Sunday career under the pen name
Lucy Seymour. In an entry from 1836 Morgan wrote that the stranger had been a foreign woman
of tearful face and appeal complexion, who traveled with a male companion said to be her husband,
though locals doubted this claim. According to Morgan the only soul that the stranger confided in
before her passing was a local pastor whose name is also lost to time. Articles about the female stranger
continued to surface throughout the years, growing more mysterious with each publication. In 1848
the Alexandria Gazette published a letter that claimed the grave belonged to a beautiful woman of
pale complexion who was accompanied by a disreputable man. The companion gave his surname as
Clairemont and paid his bills with $1,500 in counterfeit English currency. In 1886 version published
in the Hyde Park Harald added such a dark, Gothic detail as a doctor sworn to secrecy and a
reclusive husband who kept his wife's face hidden behind veil and forbade anyone to speak to her
or attend her funeral. In account published in a Washington evening star suggested that the female
stranger and her male companion were doomed lovers. Yet another penned by Colonel Fred Massey in the
Cincinnati commercial Gazette in 1887 adds that the lovers were European nobles who absconded to
Alexandria and that the female stranger died in her husband's arms with their lips locked in a final kiss.
The husband buried his partner in secrecy then disappeared from town, only to return in the
dead of night and exhum her body to take it with him. With little in the way of concrete proof,
multiple theories as to the true identity of the female stranger have circulated. Some are comic
in their outlandishness. One suggests that the female stranger was, in fact, Napoleon Bonaparte in
drag, while others possess a whiff of truth. If persistent theory claims that the female stranger
is actually the Adosia Burr-Alston, the daughter of vice president Erin Burr, who disappeared at sea
some four years before the recorded death date of the female stranger. Whoever she was, if she existed
at all, the female stranger has left a lasting impression on Alexandria. Tourists visit her grave to
this day. The stranger's spirit, too, still lingers. She is said to have died in room eight at the nearby
Gatsby's tavern. Some claim that her ghost haunts the room in which she passed and can be seen standing
at the window and gazing out the glass.
Although conspiracy theories are commonly seen as denying actual history or reality itself,
these hypotheses can be viewed as an attempt to make sense of actual events that seem to be connected.
In particular, they approach such patterns by suggesting the influence of multiple persons
or organizations upon negative events or situations. Some may not be warranted, but those who believe
in such grand schemes are largely characterized as foolish at best and mentally unbalanced or even dangerous
at worst. However, their bad reputation is because conspiracy theories fundamentally go against
common beliefs and cannot be directly proven, at least at first. So here is your guide to some
theories that turned out to be true and left the public scratching their heads in confusion.
The Tuskegee Siffelus Experiment In 1932 the United States Public Health Service and Tuskegee Institute
began the Tuskegee Study of untreated Siffelus in the Negro male to record the natural
history of Siffelus and analyze differences between black and white men. The study involved
600 black men and making county Alabama. 399 of whom had contracted Siffelus and 200 one of whom had not.
It was supposed to last only six months, but would go on for 40 years, during which the men were merely
told that they had bad blood. Participants received free medical exams, meals and burial insurance,
but they were never told that they had syphilis and were never treated for it.
Many discovered their illness after registering for the draft in World War II,
but they were still denied penicillin or an exit from the study. In 1972 the associated press
published a story that led to public outcry and the appointment of an ad hoc advisory panel
that found the study ethically unjustified. The study ended and was followed by a class action lawsuit
that was settled out of court for $10 million and lifetime medical benefits. For many it was too late.
Of the 1970s only 128 of the original 399 still lived, while 49 wives and 19 children
had also contracted the disease. Despite a presidential apology, the Tuskegee experiment
remains a powerful symbol of American racism and government abuse of the poor.
Project MK Ultra For a long time the United States government denied that the Central
Intelligence Agency, CIA, had been running experiments on citizens from the 1950s onwards.
However, a freedom of information act filing in 1977 brought 20,000 previously classified documents
to light that would lead to a series of Senate hearings on the CIA's Mind Control Program.
When all was said and done, the evidence clearly showed that the government had organized the treatment
of American citizens with drugs, hypnosis, subliminal persuasion, sensory deprivation,
electro-shock therapy, verbal and sexual abuse and even torture. The goal of all such methods
was to experiment with behavioral modifications in the hopes of developing programming for government
agents. Despite the large amount of damning evidence involved, CIA director Richard Holmes
most likely destroyed the most damaging files on MK Ultra in 1973. Furthermore, the government
contracted out such projects out to over 80 different pharmaceutical companies, prisons, hospitals,
and universities. As a result, a great deal of the program's operations remains unclear.
To this day, no one has been brought to justice for this abusive program or the negative impacts upon
participants. Operation Mockingbird
Although contemporary media often face critiques for seemingly collaborating with government officials,
the CIA wants actively tried to control mass media outlets. Near the beginning of the cold war,
director of the Office of Special Projects, Frank Weisner launched a top-secret project
to buy influence at major media outlets. He specifically established Mockingbird
based on directions from above to craft an organization to engage in sabotage, propaganda,
and subversion of hostile states through domestic and foreign media. Weisner would then,
and list journalists and news organizations, including current figures like Philip Graham,
publisher of the Washington Post. In effect, they would become veritable spies and propagandists.
Agents held posts at ABC, NBC, CBS, the Associated Press, Reuters,
Hurst newspapers, and other key players in news media. By the 1950s, the CIA had a vast
network of agents at America's most prominent news organizations, businesses, and universities.
It was only in the 1970s that rolling stone and the New York Times reported on the overlap between
the CIA and prominent news organizations. A congressional report followed, in 1976,
the documented the CIA's reliance upon networks of several hundred foreign individuals around the world
for intelligence and influence upon public opinion through propaganda. Although Mockingbird
was publicly halted, many believe the program continues to this day. Operation Northwoods
In the past, supposedly wacky conspiracy theorists proposed that the United States military
had developed plans to provoke war with Cuba. For a long time, the theory seemed outlandish,
at least until Congress passed a law in the 1990s to make records surrounding President John F. Kennedy
more transparent. As it turned out, Chairman Lyman Lemnitzer led the military joint chiefs of staff
in drawing up and approving just such a plan. In the early 1960s, they developed a detailed guide
for a wave of terrorist actions that would build support for a war against their communist neighbor.
Citizens would be bombed and shot in the street. A Cuban aircraft would shoot down a plane of college
students. Boats of refugees would sink in the Gulf of Mexico. Other plans also included the
explosion of a US ship in Guantanamo Bay and the apparent murder of astronaut John Glenn,
mid-flight with Cubans and Fidel Castro taking the blame. This plan to oust Castro by building
public and international support never came to be. After presenting the plan to defense secretary Robert
McNamara in March of 1962, President Kennedy would tell Lemnitzer three days later that there was
no way that force could be used to take Cuba. Shortly thereafter, Lemnitzer himself was shifted to
another job. The US government illegally spies on its own citizens.
Another long dismissed conspiracy theory is the notion that the national security administration
and SA illegally eased drops on its citizens. While this particular theory has a long history,
it gained new life after the events of 9/11 and a push by government agencies to monitor all
communication to prevent terrorist acts. As the director of national intelligence recently revealed,
the surveillance state is incredibly robust. As the Snowden documents also show,
multiple programs, institutions and companies constantly monitor cell phone, email, and other communication
records. The scope of government surveillance is now far beyond the wildest dreams of most conspiracy
theorists. However, constant data collection does not have clear benefits. In 2014, the Washington
Post reported that almost 90% of data collected by NSA surveillance was unrelated to terrorism.
At the same time, the American Civil Liberties Union, ACLU, has filed a lawsuit claiming that this
surveillance violates the Fourth Amendment right to privacy and first amendment rights to free speech
and association. Furthermore, collecting every possible piece of data is basically self-defeating.
Not only are financial costs hefty, but even when information like serious use of chemical weapons
comes to light, the USA cannot necessarily intervene. The greatest cost, though, is the loss of privacy,
freedom, liberty, and mutual respect that should hold a society together. These are not isolated
instances of government abuse. Much like the Tuskegee experiment, prisoners, soldiers, and mental
health patients in Guatemala were deliberately infected with syphilis by their government in order to test
antibiotic treatments. At base, the government is made up of imperfect and valuable human beings
like any social institution. We must hold them to clear standards and regular evaluations to prevent
injustice from occurring. At the same time, be careful what you dismiss. The next time you hear a
seemingly delusional conspiracy theory, take the time to investigate before you decide that it's too
impossible to be true. Otherwise, you might regret it. Coming up on weird darkness,
the old hag, the sucky-bus, whatever you call it, it's a paranormal night time encounter with erotic
overtones. Erotic, yes, but more terrifying and mentally scarring than enjoyable. Plus, she can kill a man
just by sucking all the blood from his body out through his nose. She can slip out of her skin
at night to terrorize the countryside. Those who believe in Hudu call her the Bu-Hag. These stories are
up next.
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On the day of his execution, a serial killer gets a psychiatric evaluation.
Evil isn't that clinical diagnosis. He claims he is a demon.
He believes in demonic possession. It also claims that before their time is over.
Give me something to make me believe you. Okay. Let me inhabit you.
Based on the novel from bestselling author Steve Dase. He got here, Hudu. A new kind of horror.
A claim sees a demon. He's a master of the manipulator. By the time he's done with you,
you have your head soaked twist around. You think you're the killer. Do you believe in the devil?
The three we've here today will have committed three murders. It doesn't matter.
Why would I do that? He believes. What are you doing?
In my name is Nefarias.
Nefarias is a hero. They have power. And everyone knows who we are.
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An novel is called Robert Moss. Has described the experience of being visited by a horrific
hack which transforms into a beautiful woman. Moss remembers how as a teenager, a horrible,
hagglyc creature with many arms and floppy, wither breasts, entered his room and attacked him.
He lay paralyzed as the entity moved up the bed. Stood on his chest and then lowered
herself onto him. Moss explains how. Despite my disgust, I'm aroused and now she is writing me
her teeth are like daggers. My chest is spattered by blood and thalamus from the rotting heads.
There is nothing for me to do but stay with this. I tell myself I'll survive.
At last, the act is done. Satisfied the nightmare hagg transforms into a beautiful young woman.
She smells like Jasmine, like sandalwood. She takes me by the hand to a forest shrine.
I forget about the body I have left frozen in the bed.
Not everyone who experiences the old hagg is happy to put it down to sleep paralysis.
Like me, they notice some unavoidable discrepancies between having a waking dream
and an intrusion into their reality. One person posting their story online
called themselves lucid dreams and expressed his or her doubts in a public forum as follows.
Sleep paralysis doesn't even begin to explain away the experience I had.
I found this forum afterwards looking to see if others had had a similar experience and read up
about the old hagg phenomenon. A lot of the accounts were spot on except for one thing. I was wide awake
and able to move. Anybody that tries to rationalize this experience as a sleep disorder has obviously
never had it happen to them. That's the problem, though. People who have never had a paranormal
experience won't believe in them and will try to come up with a rational explanation that's often
more ridiculous than just believing in ghosts. I was lying downstairs in the family room about to
dose off. It was really dark in the room with just a clock light and a small green light from my PC
to allow some vision once your eyes adjusted. I heard my steps "creek" which isn't unusual at all
because I ran a dehumidifier down there and as moisture has picked up that will happen.
Only it didn't stop there. I immediately heard the next stare down "creek" and didn't
longer just sound it like "creek" stairs. It sounded like something was descending them. All the hairs
on the back of my neck stood up and I just had the feeling that I wasn't alone. I was wide awake
at this point and not paralyzed for the record. I looked in that direction and saw what looked like
a black glob, a form without any general shape. It was jet black so black that it even stood out
in a very dark room. This form wasn't moving like a person in motion would. It was orbing like
it would be a one-spot one instant than at another. It went from the middle of my stairs to the bottom
and then was in front of a coat rack in the corner of my room and then right at my feet. I'm still not
100% convinced that my eyes aren't just playing tricks on me at this point so I'm not completely terrified
yet. And then it happened. I saw what looked like an angry old person hovering above me. I couldn't
tell if he was male or female but it looked very old, wrinkled and had scraggily wavy hair. There
were hands with long sharp nails extended towards me. All I could see was a head and hands, nothing else.
It wasn't a solid figure. It looked more like what a mirage is described as. I cannot reiterate
enough how angry and mean the expression on this thing's face looked. It looked like it wanted to scratch
me. I being fully able to move pulled my blanket up over my head and started praying. I even made
a cross over my chest with my fingers. When I looked up again, it was gone. I quickly reached over to
turn on a light afraid of what I might see when I did but it was a risk I was willing to take at the time.
Nothing there. I haven't seen it again since and this was several years ago now. Needless to say,
I never slept down there again and it took me about a year to start sleeping without a nightlight.
What makes this really creepy is that a friend of mine told me and my body a similar story many
years ago when we were kids. This kid lived right across the street from where I live now,
where this happened and a couple houses down. You told us that one time when he woke up he saw
an old lady standing over him with long sharp claws and that she started screaming and scratching him.
"Baxual physical contact." He said it scared him so badly that he passed out again.
When he woke up he at first thought he had just dreamt it, until he saw the dried blood on his arms.
Me and my friend didn't believe it of course, but that time I'd never had any paranormal experience
and was one of those people I mentioned above. We just laughed and said "Yeah, right."
And he was actually upset and said something like "I don't care if you believe me or not it happened."
I certainly believe him now after my experience. Turns out people have been witnessing these
things damn near since the beginning of recorded history after looking into it. You think it would be
taken more seriously? I don't know if ghosts, demons, angels etc exist, but I can tell you without any doubt
that this old hag phenomenon is very real and at least in my case had nothing whatsoever to do with
a sleeping disorder. How would all of these people just coincidentally happen to have the same hallucinations?
Here footsteps, dark cloud, old person, long sharp nails, it's inconceivable that that could be by chance.
And not only one but two senses failing at the same time, not just vision but hearing as well,
they try to come up with rational explanations. That's not rational at all.
It's far more rational in my opinion to believe that there are simply things we cannot explain or
quantify, but they do nonetheless exist anyway. I have to say I totally agree.
Now we move from the old hag to the boo hag. Once there were two men who had been friends
all their lives, they married two beautiful women about the same time and everything seemed fine. But one day,
one of the men came to his friend and asked him, "When you wake up at night, is your wife and bed with you?"
She sure is, said his friend, "Why do you ask?" "What I lie down in bed at night, my wife is with me,
but when I wake up in the middle of the night, she's gone. But then come morning, she's back in bed."
Man, said the friend, "I think you married a boo hag."
Now they knew this was serious. A boo hag is a kind of witch that can slip out of her skin and fly around
at night and cause all kinds of trouble in the world. A boo hag can kill a man just by sucking
all the blood from his body out through his nose. They'll get on a man and ride him at night so we can't
move and he can't breathe. A boo hag is not something you'd ever want to meet and not something you'd
ever want to be married to. So the man asked his friend what he should do. He got away until she
slips out of her skin in the middle of the night and then you find that skin. Look under the stairs,
that's where boo hag's like to hide their skins. You take that skin and you pour salt and pepper
all over it, then she won't be able to get her skin back on. And so that night the man went to bed with his
wife and pretended to sleep. About midnight, he felt her slip out of the bed beside him. He waited
for her to go downstairs and then got out of bed himself and quietly hid where he could see her.
He saw his wife pull off all of her skin and roll it up into a ball and hide it under the stairs.
Then she flew right up to chimney, going out to cause trouble in the world.
Well, that man didn't waste any time. He went and got that skin and salted it and peppered it
real good, then rolled it back into a ball and hid it right back under the stairs where he found it.
Then he went back to bed and waited until early in the morning when he heard a noise of something
coming down the chimney and he heard his wife's voice speak softly. "Skin, skin, you know me?
Skin, skin, this is me. Skin, skin, you know me? Skin, skin, this is me."
But he knew that with all that salt and pepper she couldn't get back into her skin.
He waited and heard his wife speak again. "Skin, skin, you know me. Skin, skin, this is me.
Skin, skin, you know me. Skin, skin, this is me."
And he knew that she was stuck without her skin. He heard her coming up the stairs and pretended to be a sleep.
He felt his wife crawled into bed with him and wrapped herself up tight in the sheet.
But he reached his hand over and could feel something warm and raw and rubbery in the bed next
to him. After that, he didn't need to pretend not to sleep. When the morning broke, the man got up and
said to his wife, "Time to get up, time for breakfast, but she said, "I ain't getting up. I'm sick
and lay there wrapped up tight in that sheet, not showing one inch of herself."
The man said he'd go get the doctor, but she said the doctor caused too much money.
So the man said he was going to go ho the garden. The man went outside and hid under the window.
Sure enough, he heard his wife come down the stairs and call out again.
"Skin, skin, you know me. Skin, skin, this is me. Skin, you know me. Skin, skin,
skin, this is me." That was enough for the man. He went down to fetch the conjure man
who would know what to do. He told the conjure man his story and the conjure man told him to go home and
start a big barrel of pitch boiling and he'd be by shortly. So the man went home and built a fire
in the garden and started a big barrel of pitch boiling on it. Soon the conjure man walked up the
road and the two of them went inside and went upstairs to where the woman was back in bed.
All wrapped up tight in her sheet again. The conjure man said, "What is your woman?"
and she said that there was nothing wrong. But the conjure man wasn't having any of that.
He ripped the sheet right off of her and there she was lying there all raw and bloody.
Man, you done married a hag said the conjure man and they grabbed her and carried her out to the
garden where they threw her in that big barrel of boiling pitch and burned that hag alive.
What else could they do?
Buhags are a part of the African-American tradition from the coasts of North and South Carolina.
According to tradition, one of the best ways to keep a hag out of your house is to lay a broom
across the front of your door. A Buhag can slip into a house through the keyhole but if she sees a broom
she has to stop and count every straw on that broom. By the time she's done the dawn will
have come and she has to return to her skin. A conjure man sometimes called a conjure doctor or a root
worker is somewhat experienced in the art of Hudu. The African-American magical and spiritual tradition.
Conjure man can help not only with dealing with haggs and other supernatural entities,
but a good conjure man is knowledgeable in spells to help with such mundane matters as finding love,
a good job, or winning in a court case. Hudu is a living tradition and there are root workers practicing
in North Carolina even to this day.
Up next, a man is knocked unconscious and while being so, he lives an entirely different life.
And I do not suppose that any man and wife lived more happily and wished each other better than we.
These are strange last words from a man who murdered his wife.
And did a strange race about by-note sunfearing people used to roam the Appalachian mountains?
These stories and more when weird darkness returns.
[Music]
Terror began in January by the light of the full moon.
The first scream came from the snowbound railway man who felt the wear wolf's fangs ripping
and his throat. The next month there was a scream of ecstatic agony from the woman attacked in her cozy
bedroom. Now, scenes of unbelievable horror unfold each time the full moon shines on the isolated
main town of Tarker's Mills. No one knows who will be attacked next, but one thing is sure,
when the full moon rises, a paralyzing fear sweeps through Tarker's Mills. For snorles that sound
like human words can be heard whining through the wind, and all around are the footprints of a monster
whose hunger cannot be saved. Cycle of the wear wolf by Stephen King, hear the entire novel
absolutely free on the audio books page at weirddarkness.com.
My last semester at a certain college, I was assaulted by a football player for walking where he was
trying to drive. Now he was 325 pounds, I was 120 pounds. While unconscious on the ground,
I lived a different life. I met a wonderful young lady. She made my heart skip in my face red.
I pursued her for months and dispatched a few jerk boyfriends before I finally won her over.
After two years, we got married and almost immediately she bore me a daughter.
I had a great job, and my wife didn't have to work outside of the house,
when my daughter was two, she, my wife, bore me a son. My son was the joy of my life. I'd walk into
his room every morning before I left for work and doded on him and my daughter.
One day while sitting on the couch, I noticed that the perspective of the lamp was odd, like inverted.
It was still in 3D, but just wrong. It was a square lamp base, red with gold trim on four legs,
and a white square shade. I was transfixed. I couldn't look away from the lamp. I stayed up all night
staring at it. The next morning I didn't go to work, something was just not right about that lamp.
I stopped eating. I left the couch only to use the bathroom at first.
Soon I stopped that too, as I wasn't eating or drinking. I stared at that friggin lamp three days
before my wife finally got worried. She had somebody come and try and talk to me, but by this time,
my cognizance was breaking up, and my wife was freaking out. She took the kids to her mother's house
just before I had my epiphany. The lamp is not real. The house is not real, my wife, my kids,
none of that is real. The last 10 years of my life are not real. The lamp started to grow wider and deeper.
It was still inverted dimensions. It took up my entire perspective and all I could see was red.
I heard voices, screams, all kinds of weird noises, and I became aware of pain, a ton of pain.
The first words I said were, "I'm missing my teeth and open my eyes." I was laying on my back
on the sidewalks, surrounded by people that I didn't know. Lots were freaking out. I was completely
confused. At some point, a cop scooped me up, dragged me or walked me across the sidewalk and grass
and threw me face down in the back of a cop car. I was still confused. I was taken to the hospital
by the cop, seemed to want to wait for an ambulance to arrive and give CT scans and stuff like that.
I went through about three years of horrid depression. I was grieving the loss of my wife and
children and dealing with the knowledge that they never existed. I was scared that I was going in
saying as I would cry myself to sleep, hoping I would see her in my dreams. I never have. But sometimes,
I do see my son, usually just a glimpse out of my peripheral vision. He is perpetually five years old
and I can never hear what he says.
In the summer of 1866, newly wedged Neil and Catherine Divaney left Ireland for New York City.
Catherine worked as a domestic servant and had saved enough money to book passage to America for
both of them, but they had very little left upon their arrival. They knew no one in New York,
but Neil had friends in Hezleton, Pennsylvania and planned to find work there while Catherine stayed
in the city to work as a servant. Neil thought it would be easier for Catherine to find work if the
employer thought that she was single so they agreed to pose as brother and sister. Neil then left
for Hezleton promising to send for Catherine when he was established. In July 1867, Neil wrote to Catherine
and asked her to meet him in Eastern Pennsylvania on Monday, July 22nd. From there, he took her to Hezleton
and left her at John McHelvie's boarding house. It had not been a joyous reunion. Catherine
confided to Mrs. McHelvie that Neil confessed that he had met and been intimate with a woman named
Mary Callahan. She became pregnant and the following Sunday, Neil and Mary were to be
married. Neil told Catherine that if Mary's family found out he was already married, they would
kill him. Neil urged Catherine to return to New York, but she refused. Catherine told Mrs. McHelvie
that Neil had shown her a two-barled pistol and said he had considered shooting himself.
On Wednesday evening, Catherine told Mrs. McHelvie that Neil had shown her a two-barled pistol
and said he had considered shooting himself. On Wednesday evening, Catherine said she was to meet
Neil at the Catholic Church at eight. Mrs. McHelvie tried to dissuade her from going,
believing that Neil would not hesitate to remove whatever obstacle stood in the way of his upcoming
marriage. Catherine left anyway, heading in the direction of the Jean'sville Road. She never returned.
On Thursday, the McHelvie's went to the justice, explained the circumstances,
and attempted to get an arrest warrant for Neil Devaney's arrest. But he did not believe it was
enough to justify a warrant. The McHelvie continued to tell their story until, on Friday,
they found a lawyer who was able to initiate an investigation. Witnesses near Jean'sville Road
reported hearing a pistol shot between 10 and 11 o'clock Wednesday night, followed by two
screens several seconds apart. Neil Devaney was arrested on Friday. He was carrying the pistol with
only one barrel loaded, and the keys to Catherine's trunk. Soon after, the body of Catherine Devaney
was found near the Jean'sville Road, about 300 yards from the Catholic Church. She had been shot
in the chest and are throw to Ben Cut, severing her jugular vein and corroded artery.
Neil Devaney's trial began on September 5. The evidence was purely circumstantial,
and the prosecution was hindered by the fact that everything Catherine told Mrs. McHelvie
was ruled in admissible. Devaney denied killing Catherine, called those who testified against him
liars and tried to accuse Catherine's cousin of the murder. The trial lasted one day,
and the jury returned a verdict of guilty. The following day, Devaney was sentenced to hang.
When asked if he had anything to say, Devaney said, "I never committed the crime.
I am innocent as a child on board. They sold me for money." Neil Devaney maintained his innocence.
Until the night before his execution, when he finally admitted to the murder, dictating a story
that matched the one Catherine had told Mrs. McHelvie. He ended by saying, "I do not suppose that
any man and wife lived more happily and wished each other better than we, until I commenced keeping
company." This was the cause of my committing murder. I'm very sorry that I did it,
and I hope to be forgiven. I am now prepared to die at any moment."
The confession was hastily printed up, and as Neil Devaney climbed the scaffold in Wilkes Bar
Pencilvania on the morning of November 12, 1867, copies of his confession were being sold to the crowd
at his public hanging. There have long been tales of lost civilizations and strange peoples
that have faded into the sands of time, such enigmatic races lurk in the tales and history
of nearly every major culture, and they span the range of the supernatural to pure myth to the
possibly real. One tale of a mysterious lost race comes to us from the Appalachian Mountains of the
United States, and it tells of a very strange race of Albino, sun-fearing beings, who supposedly
roamed this land long before even the natives arrived. In the untamed wilderness, along the southern
Appalachian mountains of the United States, the native Cherokee people have long told that they
strange race of beings they call the Moon-eyed people. This mysterious tribe was supposedly smaller than
average humans, almost dwarfish in nature, very pale skinned, like pure white alabaster, with shocking
white hair, generous beard and body hair, and inhumanly large blue eyes, sensitive to light to the
point that they were said to be unable to see in the daytime. Hence their name. These moon-eyed people
were reportedly completely not turn-al, hiding in deck caves and underground caverns during the
day only to come out at night when the sun had retreated, and indeed sunlight was said to be enough
to kill them if they ever got caught out in the open during daylight hours. These strange,
demigutive, nocturnal denizens of the land were said to have been here long before the first native
peoples had settled the area. And according to most legends, they were eventually expelled by local natives,
although what form this expulsion takes varies from tradition to tradition. In some tales,
it was the creek people from the south to cast them out. Where in others, it is the Cherokees themselves
who wage their relentless campaign and fall out war against these pale-skinned creatures to drive them to other lands.
The American botanist, naturalist and physician, Benjamin Smith Barton, wrote of these people
and their downfall back in 1797 in his book, "New Views of the Origin of the Tribes and Nations of America,
Thus." The Cherokee tell us that when they first arrived in the country which they inhabit,
they found it possessed by certain moon-eyed people, who could not see in the daytime, these wretched,
they expelled. Whatever happened to this enigmatic race, their legacy has supposedly remained
behind an ancient rock structures and mysterious pre-columbian mounds and ruins that dot the landscape
along the Appalations from North Carolina all the way down through Georgia and Alabama, all said
to have been erected by the Moon-eyed people. Perhaps the most famous of these is an 855-foot long stone wall
dated to 400 to 500 AD, which mianters through Fort Mountain State Park, just over the North Carolina
border in Georgia, and is said to be a vestige of the bloody war between the mysterious Moon-eyed people
and the native Cherokee. There are countless other crude rock structures, walls, mounds and forts
scattered all throughout the Appalations, as well as anomalous carvings, figurines and a soapstone
carving of conjoined figures now on display at the Cherokee County Historical Museum,
said to be of these strange people, and no one really knows who made any of them,
except for the Cherokee themselves, who say it was the work of the Moon-eyed people.
Whoever built such structures has long remained a mystery, and when Europeans first came to the
region, the natives who were not known for making such fort-like structures themselves, claimed that they
had always been there, saying that they were constructions of the Moon-eyed people. Interestingly,
while Cherokee folklore has many tales of supernatural beings and various spirits, the Moon-eyed people
are never spoken of in such a manner. Rather being described matter effectively, as physically
another race inhabiting the same lands. Of course, with such an oddity as a cryptic tribe of bizarre
dwarf subterranean albino people, almost like vampires in their intolerance for sunlight,
and who predated the native peoples and constructed their mysterious mounds and forts,
there is bound to be theorizing as to who or what they may have been.
One of the most popular ideas is that they are evidence of native contact with European
explorers, who made it to the new world long before history says they did, possibly connected to the
legend of the Welsh-speaking Indians. The story of white-skinned Welsh-speaking Indians in the
new world originates with a 16th century manuscript published by Welsh and Aquarian Humphrey Lude,
in which he writes of Welsh settlers coming to the shores in the 12th century. In particular,
a prince, Meidok, who, along with his followers, was said to have emigrated to the Americas
from Wales in about 1170, landing somewhere in the vicinity of Mobile Bay, Alabama.
Meidok would supposedly end up shipping over hundreds of his followers to the new world,
where they would disappear into the wilderness never to return.
In the following centuries, there were many stories of fair-skinned blue-eyed natives,
who spoke of form of Welsh from the area, and these have been speculated to have been the
descendants of these settlers. Indeed, there are many tales of blue-eyed Indians from the new world,
and perhaps this all has some part to play in the mystery of the Moon-eyed people.
Another idea put forth by Benjamin Smith-Barton is that they were out of place descendants
of members of the Guinea people of Panama, who have such an uncommonly high rate of albainism
that they were once referred to as the White Indians, and who were also reportedly able to see
better at night. Another theory is that rather than go to war, the natives of the land actually
integrated with the Moon-eyed people and absorbed them. Still other more far-out theories are that
these were some other species of human, a new race or even ancient astronauts from another world.
It is still unclear who or what the Moon-eyed people may have been, and they remain a distinctly
enigmatic lost civilization if they ever existed at all. Who were these albino-sund-fearing people?
Were they some lost race descendants of pre-Columbian explorers, or even a new species, or alien
interlopers? Or were they just a figment of folklore in myth? The answers to such questions remain
obscure, but the tales of the Moon-eyed people have persisted for over a millennium, and the fact that
such a race of lost humanoid has been lost to history captures the imagination.
When Weird Darkness returns, a rash of attacks took place in India's New Delhi back in 2001,
and the attacker was described as having monkey-like qualities. Who or what was the monkey man of New
Delhi? And bizarre secrets are said to hide somewhere in the bottomless depths of Mel's Hole.
The Hole definitely exists, but it appears that Mel himself may never have been real.
These stories are up next.
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In April 2001, in the Indian Capital Region of Delhi, a rash of attacks by a
supposed monkey man creature were reported. What would quickly escalate into the widespread phenomenon
began with an isolated incident on the 5th of April. An illegal poll reported to police being attacked
by a monkey whilst asleep on his terrace in the early hours of the morning. For two weeks,
there were no further reports. Then, while the 18th of April, a second report was made. Once again,
a resident complained of being attacked in the early morning while sleeping on their terrace.
From that point onwards, reports of people being viciously attacked in the same manner, poured in.
On April 19, police were called to investigate the attack of yet another sleeping man,
who spent three weeks incapacitated at home because of his injuries. Even the police themselves
experienced the attacks when a wireless operator was attacked at the police station.
Whatever the creature was, it was vicious and could move quickly. One witness reported saying
a beast jumped 20 feet across terraces with ease. The increasing number of reports and rising public
panic prompted the police to start a separate register of monkey attacks in order to be better
able to track the incidents. Hundreds of people came forward claiming to have seen the creature,
and a variety of different descriptions emerged. According to one witness,
the creature was guerrilla-like with a very big back. Another described the attacker as having
gleaming bulbs on his otherwise dark black body. In a different variant, the monkey man was described
as being about four feet tall covered in black hair with glowing red eyes, a metal helmet, metal claws,
and three buttons on his chest. According to some others, the monkey man even had the ability
to turn into a cat after attacking. Based on such reports, Delhi police released a sketch
of the alleged attacker. Whilst monkey man reports were numerous in April, it was in the month of
May that attacks by the creature began to escalate. For many nights, hospitals were overwhelmed by dozens of
patients claiming to be suffering from injuries inflicted by the monkey man. Terrified, local residents
in the areas where these attacks were most prevalent organized nighttime visuals in an attempt
to catch the elusive assailant. The police even put out a 50,000 rupee reward for any information
on the monster. For all of this, on Monday the 14th of May, the monkey man not only struck again,
but with seeming vengeance. Over 50 places reported sightings of the monkey man at once,
with 16 people injured. It was reported that east and northeast Delhi, where the attacks were concentrated,
were placed under siege by a large police operation with the intention of capturing the assailant,
to no avail. If it had not been considered so already, the situation was by now out of control.
Not only that, it was in dangering lives, not just because of the supposed monkey man inflicted
injuries, but by panic, with at least two people dying while attempting to flee during a perceived attack.
With many determined to put a name to the attacker, rational speculation began to circulate
that eyewitnesses were merely describing a normal monkey and that there was nothing peculiar about the cases.
Yet the director of the National Zoological Gardens told reporters that could not be possible.
It cannot be a monkey as suspected, they said, because they do not have the height attributed to the
attacker by eyewitnesses. The repeated unprovoked violence of the attacks also led many to conclude
that an animal could not be responsible. A victim with bite marks from the creature was examined by a dentist
at the request of police, who determined that bites were not human. The only explanations left
were trickery of some sort, or a genuine mysterious creature attacking people. However, finding the truth
of the matter proved to be impossible, with a concrete explanation never being attained.
In time, the mysterious attacks decreased and eventually faded away from Delhi altogether.
Strangely, reports of the monkey man reappeared a year later in other parts of India,
yet once again an explanation proved elusive. Now the incident has faded away altogether,
relegated by skeptics to the realm of mass hysteria and legend.
[Music]
So many weird things happen in the Pacific Northwest, that comparatively,
a mysterious hole in the ground seems pretty innocuous. At first, next to numerous big-foot
sightings and miles of giant mushrooms, the phenomenon of "mell's hole" seems pretty straightforward.
Until you realize that it also happens to be a bottomless pit that brings animals back from the dead.
Mell's hole is one of the most mysterious places in the state of Washington.
The mystery of Mell's hole all started with an interview on Costa Coast AM radio,
when a caller identifying himself as "mell waters" claimed that he found a real-life bottomless pit
on his property. As you can imagine, things only got creepier from there, pet cemetery creepy.
Today, this supernatural phenomenon in Washington, like so many others,
straddles the line between being famous and elusive. Though Mell waters is credited with
having brought attention to the pit, the legend itself began long before Mell showed up.
Local residents, authority, and indigenous tribes knew of the whole four decades before water is bought
his property. As the story goes, the pit was about nine feet in diameter, with walls constructed
out of hard-placed bricks, stretching 15 feet down before transitioning into dirt and darkness.
Non-popularly as, the devil's hole, the locals all agreed that there was something rather unsettling
about the whole existence. But no one cared nor wanted to think too hard about what that "something"
might be. Managed-ridge residents instead used the hole as a garbage dump, and decided not to
question the air effect that the pit never appeared to fill up. According to water's interview with
Costa Coast AM host Art Bell, once water realized that the whole wasn't showing any signs of filling,
he decided to test it. His plan was to bring thousands of feet of fishing line and a sturdy fishing rod
out to the hole. Add weight to the fishing line and then measure how far down it went before hitting
the bottom. By the end of his test, water's got more than he bargained for. The hole had no bottom,
and if a bottom does exist, it's deep enough that the weighted line failed to go slack even after
80,000 feet. Neither water nor anyone else has ever confirmed reaching the bottom. People who have been
brave enough to approach the pit all noticed something peculiar about the area's wildlife, or more
aptly the lack thereof. Animals obviously hated the hole and would do their best to stay as far away
from as possible. Water's even reported that his own dogs refused to approach the hole. When he tried to
bring them closer to it, they dug their paws into the ground in protest. Other visitors even took
note of the fact that birds avoided flying directly over it, and no other small animals ever appeared
near it. According to various reports, the only signs of wildlife were piles of bones
thrown around the mouth of the pit. After waters allegedly lowered 80,000 feet of fishing line into the hole
on his property to try and locate the bottom, he suspected that there might be something more sinister
about the hole than its infinite depth. Water's began performing a variety of other tests in an attempt
to better understand this seemingly endless pit. When he yelled directly into the pit, he heard silence
instead of an echo. And if he brought a handheld radio near the hole, it would play music that sounded
decades out of date. Further tests were conducted at a location known as the second devil's hole,
a pit in Nevada believed to have property as identical to those of the Washington hole.
When a bucket of ice was lowered about 1,500 feet down into the hole, the ice had changed by the time
it was brought back up. It felt inexplicably warm, seemed to dry out the air near it, and even became flammable.
Mel Water's interview with Art Bell on coast to coast A.M brought the hole into public consciousness,
and what are the stories he told during the call was absolutely chilling. According to Mel,
locals have used the hole to get rid of anything from old equipment to dead cattle. But apparently
throwing something down the hole didn't guarantee that it would stay there. During the interview, Mel claimed
that when one of his neighbor's dogs passed away, his neighbor brought the dog to the hole to get rid of it.
The neighbor then allegedly told Mel that after he had done so, he later saw his dog running in the forest
alive and well, and still wearing the collar that had been around his neck when its body had been
brought to the hole. One of the most skin crawling stories about Mel's hole details the fate of a sheep
that Mel waters claims to have lowered into the pit as one of the many experiments he conducted.
The sheep, like Mel's dogs and other local animals, was absolutely terrified of the pit,
and Mel had to tranquilize it in order to get it close enough to the mouth of the hole.
Curious after hearing about the strange fate of a bucket of ice that apparently became warm and
flammable after being lowered into a similar hole, Mel decided to do the same thing with the sheep.
What happened to the sheep though was even stranger. When Mel hoisted the sheep back up out of the hole,
it was dead and it appeared to have been cooked from the inside. Even stranger was that something
appeared to be moving inside it and when it was cut open, Mel saw something that he described as
resembling a fetal seal with human eyes staring back at him, immediately through the creature back into the hole.
When he told the story to curious neighbors, some said that they too had seen a similar creature around
the hole before. Whatever it is, it may be the only thing that can get in and out of Mel's hole.
Mel waters property in Washington is home to the original pit that spawned the legend,
but it's not the only one. Another hole, as mentioned before, is said to exist in Nevada that displays
property is very similar to those attributed to the original Mel's hole. According to Mel, he is visited
this second hole as well and it's every bit as bizarre and fascinating as the one he found on his property.
Birds of an unidentified species have been seen circling the Nevada pit, and when Mel attempted to
shoot one down for study, he found the bullets seemed to ricochet right off of them. If bulletproof birds
are any indication, the Nevada hole is likely hiding just as many supernatural secrets as Mel's hole.
The alleged interaction between Mel waters and the U.S. government, if true, means that Mel's
hole is more important than even Mel himself realized. According to Mel's story,
government agents attempted to prevent him from entering his own property,
claiming that a plane had crashed there. When he refused to believe their story, they abruptly
switched tactics and offered to lease his land from him for $250,000. On one condition,
if he accepted, he would have to leave the country. Mel, being in dire straits at the time,
accepted. He then moved to Australia and didn't return for several years. When he did,
government agents insisted they had bought his land. Locals that informed Mel that the area around the pit
had been guarded by black vans and helicopters ever since he left. After Mel waters first interview
on coast to coast A.M., no one had any reason to question his identity. Then, his story started
to strike a court. Coast to coast listeners were enthralled by stories of the pit. So Mel decided to
give a second interview. But, paradoxically, a more Mel stepped into the spotlight,
a more interesting he and his story seemed to become. He had been featured on coast to coast A.M.
several times before followers of the story began to search local records for his name.
It hopes of determining the exact location of the whole. And they found nothing. No property transfers
had been conducted in the area during the time that Mel claimed to have sold the land to the government.
And no one named Mel Waters had voted, paid taxes, or even lived there.
Whether Mel was a hoax, or a pseudonym, Mel Waters was ultimately consumed by the mystery of the whole
himself. Among the coast to coast A.M. listeners who took an interest in the story of Mel's
hole was a geologist named Jack Powell. After hearing Mel describe the characteristics of the pit
on the radio, Powell thought he recognized the hole as being an abandoned mine shaft that he was familiar
with from his childhood. But when Mel revealed that he had lowered at least 80,000 feet of fishing line
into the hole in order to test its depth, Powell realized that the story was much stranger than he had thought.
A hole that deep would not be physically possible. Based on Powell's geological expertise,
this can only mean that Mel Waters designed a spectacular hoax. Or that among the many mysteries presented
by Mel's hole is a localized geographical anomaly. According to Mike Johnston,
senior writer of TheDailyRecordNews.com, the deepest mine shaft in the world is 12,672 feet deep.
The deepest known cavern is 7,188 feet. The Russians drilled the deepest bore hole that went down
40,230 feet in 1989. Geologically and physically, it's not possible for a hole of Mel's to be
80,000 feet deep. It would collapse into itself under the tremendous pressure and heat from the surrounding
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All stories in Weird Darkness are purported to be true, unless stated otherwise,
and you can find source links or links to the authors in the show notes.
The Black Knight satellite conspiracy is from realparanormalexperiences.com.
Guardian Angel Speedtrap was submitted by Weirdo Family Member Blackfire Wolf.
Grave of the female stranger is from Orangray.
Conspiracy theories that turned out to be true is from the occult museum.
A parallel life, a woken by a lamp, was posted anonymously to Reddit.
The story of Neil Devaney was written by Robert Wilhelm for Murder by Gaslight.
The old hag revisited, night time terrors is from the book "Basic Instinct, Erotic, Paranormal
Encounters", which you can find on Amazon, have linked to it in the show notes.
The Moon I People was written by Brett Swancer. The Buhag can be found at NorthCarolineaghosts.com.
The Monkey Man of Dally, is from ParanormalSkowler.com.
Mills Hole was written by Maggie Klendennan.
Again you can find links to all of these stories in the show notes.
Weird Darkness is a production and trademark of Marler House Productions.
And now that we're coming out of the dark, I'll leave you with a little light.
Romans 2, verse 1, "You therefore have no excuse. You who pass judgment on someone else.
For at whatever point you judge the other, you are condemning yourself, because you who pass
judgment do the same things."
In a final thought from Jerry Garcia, constantly choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil.
I'm Darren Marler. Thanks for joining me in the Weird Darkness.