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- Well since everyone is taking their dear, sweet time
in getting here, do you wanna do a video intro log?
- I'm down.
- All right.
- My phone is ready to go.
- Oh wait a second, i almost forgot the zoom.
All right, we are speeding.
- Hey all you paranormal podcasters, it's Stacy.
- Nathan.
- And Emma.
- And we just set up base camp in the woodland valley forest
at the site where the woodland valley witch was killed
on this very night, 67 years ago.
And what night is it Emma.
- Tonight happens to be all hallows' Eve, Stacy.
And we're coming to you from one of the most haunted
sites in all of Maine.
- Oh, so we're hoping for some scary shit.
- We'll be live-tweeting as the night goes on
as well as posting more videos while we record
what will be the best podcast of the year.
- And it's all leading up to the witching hour.
Right now we're gonna start things off by telling tales
by the campfire.
- Stay scared.
- What the hell was that.
- Danni's in the house!
- I think Nathan just pissed himself.
Maybe you didn't, no?
- Shut up, no.
- First video is uploaded.
Live-tweet?
- Yeah!
So what's the deal you guys?
Who has the first story?
- That would be me.
- All right then buddy, let's hear it.
- Okay, so, I read this online the other day.
Now you listeners at home are gonna have to let us know
whether you think this story is real or totally bogus.
- Sarah?
Please.
- What do you want?
Do you want me to forget?
- He's gone.
I just want us to move forward.
Please.
- I'm trying to move forward.
- Give me the truck.
Sarah give me the truck.
- Happy?
- I'm not doing this to upset you.
Okay, I just want us to get better.
- I don't wanna get better.
Where did you put it?
- What?
- Don't fuck with me, where is it?
- Sarah I don't know what you're talking about.
- The truck, Brodie, where is it?
- I don't know, where you left it.
- It's not there.
- Well I didn't touch it.
Sarah?
Sarah!
Sarah what happened?
Sarah.
You see him again?
- I'm.
- No you're not, okay, remember what Dr. Clark said.
Seeing Chris is just hoping--
- it's not Christopher.
- Just tell me what to okay?
How can I help you?
- What do you want from me?
Leave me alone.
- Hey, extra crispy over there, your mallow is on fire.
- Oh shit, shit, what do I do?
Ah guys you're gonna edit that out right?
- Not a chance.
- Do you guys ever wonder how stories like that get out?
Like if that happened to me, i would never talk about it.
- Yeah I've always wondered about that, especially
when everyone has died at the end.
How does anyone know what really happened?
- I heard about this really strange story out
in the countryside, my professor told me about it once
and I thought he was full of shit.
But then I looked into it.
- I love you.
- Hello?
- Sam, how was your first night alone, since?
You feel any better, sleep a little?
- Not really, I mean, I don't think so.
- You want me to come back over tonight?
- No, no, don't do that.
- You know you can always move in with me
and tom, I don't like thinking about you being all alone
way out there.
- Oh I'll live.
Plus you know, tom hates me.
Listen, can I call you back?
- Oh that asshole hates everyone,
call me back, I mean it.
- Yeah okay.
Hey, you must be the bug man.
- That's me, most people call me Tim though.
- Oh it's uh, it's actually around the house,
well uh under it.
Oh I didn't realize I'm half naked, I'll show you.
- Got a family of 'coons living under there huh?
- Yeah something like that, whatever it is, it's big,
bumps up against the floorboards.
- Hmm, no critter too tough to gitter.
- Nice, they make you say that?
- Made it up myself.
- Oh.
- Well, I'll go check her out, come back with the bill
when I'm done.
- Yeah, okay.
Sand in eyes after sleep.
The sandman is a mythical character in
central and northern European folklore
who brings good dreams by sprinkling magical sand
onto the eyes of children while they sleep at night.
Hmm...
Black sand in eyes after sleep.
A distant and much older cousin of the sandman,
this demon was believed to cause sleepwalking among
the people of native American tribes,
who eventually wandered off into the forest.
The alleged victims were found dead.
Their eyes plucked out.
This creature's original name directly translates
to Walker of dreams, but most people today know him
as the sleepwalker.
Okay it says, many if not all of the alleged victims
showed similar symptoms, sleepwalking and black sand
in their eyes when they woke up.
- Be serious Sam.
- I am, I didn't believe it but that's the first
thing that Google pulled up, is that a coincidence.
- Probably.
- Look, okay, back then people would blame
the medicine woman or whatever for conjuring the sleepwalker
because all of the victims were using her herbs.
- Smoking a little herb huh?
- No asshole, stuff to help them sleep for depression.
Okay, it says that some believe that by taking the medicine
and forcing sleep on one's restless or tortured spirit,
the demon was conjured as some sort of punishment from
the moon.
- Oh my god, stop, you're killing me.
- I'm glad you find this funny.
- Seriously, if you wanna go soul-searching,
my grandmother goes to some hippy church in the field.
She can swing by on her way tomorrow.
- Okay, I'm hanging up now.
- Oh come on, what you're reading is an old
cautionary tale, not some scientific fact or whatever.
I guarantee you probably were sleepwalking again
and got some dirt in your eyes.
- Yeah, probably.
I just thought it was eerily similar to my situation though.
Just all these weird dreams I've been having about
James and then whatever's under our, my house.
- Well whatever was living under your house
is probably being served for dinner at critter gitter's
house right now.
So you have nothing to worry about.
- Not arguing with you on that one.
All right I think I'm gonna go and take a nap.
- Oh my god you're so lazy.
- Don't judge me, monkey.
- So am i picking you up on the way
to work Monday?
We miss you.
- Hmm, we'll see.
- Well I'm here for you if you need anything,
sweet dreams.
- Later, tater.
Trish?
- Sam?
- This thing, there's, there's something in my house, it--
- Sam!
- It attacked me Trish, its eyes, its fucking eyes are--
- Sam did you sleep-dial me again?
Sam if you can hear this, go back to bed,
I'll be over in the morning, love you.
- What no, I?
Trish, Trish?
Damn it.
911, 911.
911.
James?
James is that you?
James say something!
- Finally you guys made it.
- Hey Mike you got some shit just there.
- Ah, you feel like four times.
- Oh what can I say, hiking in the dark, in the woods,
not my strongest suit.
- All right, since we're all here, you guys
wanna do a vlog?
Thank you.
- You're good.
- Yeah you're good, okay, you're fine.
- Okay.
- Welcome to the witching hour, I'm here with Mike
and the rest of the gang.
- Just swapping scary stories in the dark.
- Hmm, and s'mores.
- And s'm, s'mores?
Yeah, no, gotta go.
- And then there was me.
Actually, s'mores sound really good right now.
So tune in tomorrow night for our
special Halloween broadcast.
There you go.
- Thanks.
- All right guys, i got a good one for you.
- Lawrence's rock station!
- Hey everybody it's handsome Billy Bob brown,
your late night host here on 98.9, the quake.
The whole room is shaking, whoa!
Tonight, on a very special after shocks,
we have a special guest with us, a young woman
by the name of Amy Fowler, now Amy claims
she can talk to the dead, that's right folks,
our focus tonight is spirits, the paranormal,
anything to do with the other side.
So gimme a call here, at after shocks,
if you wanna talk about ghosts and goblins.
And folks, please, no aliens, okay?
We just did a whole week of that crap,
so if you try beaming me up or something,
I'm gonna cut your call.
And speaking of calls, let's take something.
Hi there, you're on after shocks.
- Yeah, first off, I just wanna tell you
I'm a huge fan.
- Well thank you.
- I listen to your show all the time.
- So let's hear your story.
- Okay, i heard you were doing a show
on ghosts, and so I was compelled to call.
My cat, Princess fluffy bottoms.
- Wait hold on, Princess fluffy bottoms?
- That's right, that's her name.
- Hmm, okay.
- Well it was her name.
She was killed last week.
- Killed?
- She got loose in the driveway.
My husband ran her over accidentally.
Well anyway, over the last two nights,
we've heard strange noises in the house.
She wore a collar with a heart charm on it.
- Naturally.
- Well it would make a jingling noise
when she ran around and we've been hearing that same noise
now every night it's like her cat is still inside the house.
- An undead cat, fascinating.
- Well this morning, there were fresh
paw prints in her litter.
- You kept the litter box?
- Oh I can't get rid off it so soon.
- Well that would explain a lot.
- I think she's stuck in-between worlds
or something.
- You mean she didn't make it to kitty heaven?
- Well something like that.
- Well have you tried a seance?
- A seance?
- You know, get a group together, hold hands,
try to contact Princess furry puss.
- Fluffy bottoms.
- Whatever.
- Well i guess I could try that.
- Ah sure, get the neighbors together, throw a party.
She'll love it, okay?
Listen good luck with that, thanks for calling in,
let's take our next caller please.
Hi there you're on after shocks.
- Uh yeah my name's Edgar Hamilton.
- Hello there Edgar, what's your story?
- Well it's about my grandma, she choked
to death about a month ago.
- Oh, that's awful.
- Yeah it was my fault, I cooked her pork chops
one night, but, she had problems chewing.
Anyway, she choked on a piece of gristle, the worst part
was that I was the steelers play in the other room.
Didn't even know she was choking.
Now at night, I hear funny noises.
- Noises?
- Like choking noises.
One night I actually swore i saw her standing over me,
choking and hacking.
- That's a mess. - - At night I can
hear her calling my name.
She's asking me to help her.
See I was her primary caregiver for five years.
- Well Edgar that's quite the story.
- Well, so what should I do?
- Get some earplugs.
Wow folks, okay, that sound means we need to go to
commercial and pay some bills around here.
But we'll see you, right afterward, here on after shocks.
Jesus Christ, hal, how do i put up with listening
to these crackpots?
- I pay you.
- Not enough.
Come on hal, you know how i hate this
other-worldly bullshit.
- I think it's going fine.
- Of course it's going fine, I'm here.
If you daytime dj Louis was here he'd be boring
the hell outta everybody.
Hell, people would be falling asleep
out on the road, crashing into fucking light poles.
Oh hey Louis, I didn't see you there.
Is the psychic bimbo ready yet?
- Yeah she's almost ready.
- Great, let's get it over with.
Glad you could come on the show tonight.
- Likewise.
- So you think maybe after the show you and me
we get a drink or something.
- No.
- Oh okay, you're busy.
- Very.
- Tequila?
- No thank you, I don't drink.
- Figures.
Welcome back to 98.9 the quake.
All right folks.
Hey if you're just tuning in, we have a very special
after shocks for you this evening, we have a special guest
tonight, and her is Amy Fowler, and Amy claims
that she can speak to the dead, that's right folks,
the focus of tonight's show is ghosts, the undead,
the afterlife, spooky stuff.
So, welcome to the show Amy.
- Thank you for having me.
- Now Amy, you claim you can talk to the dead.
- That's right.
- Uhuh, and when did you find that you had this gift?
- Since I was a child.
- Hmm, wow, that's amazing.
And how did your family deal with this?
- Actually I never knew my family, I grew up
in an orphanage.
- Heartbreaking.
- I spent most of my life trying to be normal,
but now I just embrace it.
- And you have your own TV show?
- That's right, I bring people on the show
who are having problems letting go of loved ones
they've lost.
- I see, and how much do you get paid for this?
- What difference does it make?
- Come on Amy, let's cut the crap here.
You and I are essentially in the same business, right,
show business, okay?
Only in your case you tell people what they wanna hear.
You lie to 'em, and make 'em feel better
so that they could sleep at night.
I mean you can correct me if I'm wrong.
- Did you just bring me on this show to insult me?
- No, I just wanna know more about what it is
you really do.
- Are you a religious man?
- You mean do I believe in god?
Let's just say I've been given very little reason to.
Do you believe in god?
- I do, I speak to him every day.
- You do?
And does he speak back?
- He does.
- Well what does he say?
- Keep working.
- Nice.
You believe in the devil?
- Absolutely.
- Do you talk to the devil?
- Occasionally.
- Hmm-mm, oh, and what does he say?
Nothing, huh?
Well, let's just say that my belief system
is based on what I can see and what I can feel.
If you can convince me that god and the devil
truly do exist, than i might be able to believe
that you can talk to the dead.
In fact to all of our listeners out there,
if any of you can convince me here
that god and the devil truly do exist,
than I would love to hear from you.
Now, let's get back to your show.
- It's on ktka, on Friday nights at 10pm.
- And how does that work, do you have somebody
picked out in the crowd that claims to be touched
by your, what do you call it, psychic energy?
- Why the resistance in believing that there are
other forces at work?
- Because if god really does exist, there wouldn't be war
and famine, and disease, and Hannah Montana.
Oh, we've got our next caller.
Let's have your name.
- God.
- Excuse me?
- I'm god.
- Well what, what's that, your first name or your last name?
Okay, do you have a question for Amy?
She claims she speaks to you every day.
- She does.
- Oh, then why call in, i mean, you're all-knowing.
You should know everything we're going to say.
- I do.
- Oh, okay, well, what am I thinking right now?
- You're angry at your producer for
letting this call get through.
- Lucky guess.
Okay, what am I thinking now.
- You're having some really impure thoughts
about your guest.
- Okay, how about that?
Well so god, what do you have to say to our guest?
- Nothing.
- Really, nothing?
- I called to talk to you.
- Wow, god called to talk to me.
Hah, man am I lucky guy.
- I wouldn't say that.
- Well, god, let's have it, do you have a question?
- I don't ask questions,
that's your job.
- Okay.
What am I holding?
- A bottle of Tequila, Jose cuervo.
- Okay, I think someone is playing a little trick
on me, Louis is that you, sorry about calling you boring.
- Anymore questions?
Something no one else would know?
- Okay god, you're on.
When I was nine, who did I accidentally shoot
with a bb gun?
- Your neighbor, Raymond Lloyd.
- Hal, cut the fucking call, now.
- We can't.
- Go to commercial.
- You doing all right?
- I'm fine.
For those of you just tuning in...
Oh it appears that we have our next caller on standby.
You're on 98.9 the quake, this is after shocks.
- Billy Bob brown?
- That is I, who is this?
- You were talking to my good friend.
- Oh, god?
How do you know him?
- We've known each other for a long time.
- Oh let me guess, this is Satan?
Boy, it's my lucky night.
- I wouldn't say that.
- All right, whoever is doing this
is going to get their ass kicked royally.
Hal, cut the call, hal.
You're doing this.
- I'm not doing anything.
- You had these people call in.
- So much anger.
- If you're the devil than prove it,
otherwise you're just some trailer trash junkie
calling from your sports illustrated sports phone.
- Look at your hand.
- Ah Jesus Christ, shit, shit!
What the hell is this?
How did you do this?
- I told you, it's not me.
- Hal.
All right, next caller please.
- Hello William?
- Excuse me, it's Billy Bob.
- Oh cut the shit William, it's your mother.
- All right, the joke isn't funny anymore.
- What's the matter William?
- I drank too much Tequila, that's what's the matter.
This isn't happening, you're dead.
- I'd be alive if it wasn't for you.
How did it feel to pull the plugs on your sweet old mother?
- Goddamn you.
- Always the whiny one, the youngest
and the whiniest.
Your brother's here too.
- Alan?
- Hey bill, buddy, how's life?
- You bastard.
I don't believe in you.
- What other proof do you need?
- I only believe what i can see, okay?
Voices from the radio don't prove anything.
- Ah William, always a skeptic.
- Shut up.
You're not real.
Maybe by the time I finish off this bottle
I have some real proof.
- Be careful what you wish for.
- Where are you calling from,
I'd hate to see the roaming charges.
- Actually they're right here in the room,
they've been here the whole night.
- Whoa, wow.
That was a close one, folks.
Hey, if you're just tuning in...
For those of you just tuning in...
- No one can hear you.
- What are you talking about?
- We hope you enjoyed tonight's
after shocks with handsome Billy Bob brown,
we now join the smooth late night sounds of Delilah, please.
- And that's my story, and I am sticking to it.
- Nice.
- All right, I love telling stories by the fire.
Okay, so, I read an article on the way up here
about the woodland valley witch.
These woods are supposedly haunted by her spirit,
when they caught her, they tied her to a tree,
bound and gagged and then they cut her stomach open
and let her entrails fall out.
- Yeah she was notorious for kidnapping and eating children.
- How did they find her?
- Ah it didn't say, but they cut her stomach open
so that if she were to come back, she couldn't
eat another child.
- Legend has it you can still hear her roaming
this forest moaning for help.
Some people even say they've seen her wandering around
holding her guts in.
- Ah that's so gross.
- People go missing around here all the time.
- Oh well, then we picked the perfect spot.
- How's that?
- She was supposedly killed right here.
- On that note, start the next story without me,
I'll be right back.
- I've had on the same yoga pants for three days,
nope not one trip to the gym.
Oh I wanna see that.
Ray never wants to go to the movies, we always
have to rent on DVD.
Yeah, hold on I think i smell poop.
I just folded all these clothes, will you get off there
she can't breathe, and please put jp back in the cage.
I know, I just, I need some alone time.
Exactly, me-time.
Ray just got home, I'll call you tomorrow.
- How's my girl, oh!
The house is...
- Oh sorry, it was a hectic day.
How's work?
- It was fine.
Did you pick up my dry cleaning, I'm outta white shirts.
- I forgot, I'll get 'em tomorrow.
- What did you do all day?
- Please, don't start.
- Where's Lola?
- Oh, she's helping with the laundry.
- Is that so?
Come here.
Here, here's your piggy.
If you get a chance, could you go through mom's chest,
uhm, I promised Jenny that we'd give her some frame
that she gave mom for her 60th birthday,
she said mom would've wanted her to have it.
- Yeah, I'll do it tonight.
- Is there something we need to do?
When I think back to when i was a kid,
my dad coming home to a clean house,
a hot meal, and mom always seemed to take care
of herself, I just don't--
who's that?
- Dinner.
- I'll get it.
Do you smell?
- Hi baby.
Can you say I love you?
No.
Eww.
One extra hour in your day, never use more than directed.
Using hourglass more than once a day will result in...
Weird.
Do you recognize this?
-Yeah that's my mom's hourglass, she never let us touch it.
Sweetheart, she's crying.
- I'll get her.
Your mom really did have it all figured out didn't she?
- Hmm, that smells good.
- It's your mom's recipe.
- Did you do something different to your hair?
- No.
- Well you look good, it looks really good.
- Thanks.
- Oh uh, would you mind hemming my pants tonight?
- Sure.
- Yeah, no, no, no, not yet, we're not even close.
No, I know that's what he's saying, but.
- Sweetie.
- Look, our decision a month ago was to hold
until it hits 36,7, when it hits 36,7 we're gonna sell.
- You woke her up.
- No, see this is the whole problem.
They hire us to give them advice...
Right, look.
- One extra hour in your day, never use more
than directed, using the hourglass more than directed
will result in...
Sweetie what's wrong?
- I went to fetch jp and he went and then
I think he died.
- Oh sweetie, it's okay.
It's okay.
- Honey do we have any black socks, I'm outta black socks.
- Just wear those, no one sees your socks.
- Seriously I can't show up in a tan sock and a brown sock.
- Oh I'm late for carpool.
- What am I supposed to do about my socks?
- Can you say I love you?
- No.
- No, can you say I love you, I love you mommy.
- No.
- No?
Oh well.
- Mom!
- I'm coming!
- Mommy!
- Well don't you look pretty, what's this?
- I'm having a tea party, that's what it says right here.
- Well I accept your invitation, what time is it at?
- Right now.
- I'll be there in one minute.
- I know how long a minute is, mom.
- Did you make your carpool?
- Yeah but I didn't have a second to spare.
What's wrong?
- Ah, I think I might have caught something.
- You look terrible.
- Oh uh, Jenny found this stuck to the picture frame.
You're the best, chels.
- Oh sweetie.
Oh come on.
Here.
I'll get you some ice.
- Mom, time's up.
- Lucy, I need another minute.
Ray?
- Look, I lost four teeth, do you think
the tooth fairy will have enough money?
- Your loved ones losing 100,000 hours.
Lola!
Lola, stop!
Lola, don't touch that Lola.
- Hi mommy.
I love you mommy.
- Haunted objects are so creepy.
When I was younger, my brother and I were crawling
beneath our old house, and we found this wooden
hand-carved spoon.
It looks like a witch's spoon.
I remember seeing it till i was like 15,
I know my mom tried to get rid off it a bunch of times,
but it always found its way back to us.
- Did anything weird happen to it?
- Well I think that's weird enough.
You know I bet if I looked hard enough,
I could find it again.
- Okay, that's creepy.
- It's been like what, seven years?
- Well maybe you can find it for the next podcast.
- Okay listeners, don't forget to let us know
if you think these stories are real
or totally bunk, and share your own stories online
on our social media pages.
Oh danni, it's your turn.
- Okay, so, I heard this story
from a guy that I used to date.
Stop, I know what you're thinking.
He used to work in an old parking garage.
- Well, I usually walk the perimeter, at 12, three and six.
Six is when the morning guard takes over.
- Right.
- Hank's usually a little late, but just by
a couple of minutes.
Man I know the feeling.
There's nothing I would like more than a cigarette
right now, but I can't.
- 10 days, so far.
- Hmm.
Yeah, you think it'll be the booze or the cigarettes
that'll take a toll on your heart, but it's not.
It's women.
They'll get you in the end.
- Oh yeah, I hear ya, no doubt.
- Well you're young enough, you should do okay.
That's about it.
The office is right over here.
All the numbers are on the wall.
Hank likes the decaf, i myself like the real thing.
I like to keep things in order around here.
- When will you be back?
- Not sure, maybe I'll check on you in a couple weeks.
But not everybody likes working the graveyard shift.
- I never tried it.
Figured I needed something to pass the nights.
- You'll find out real quick if it's for you.
Some people don't like the isolation.
It makes them crazy.
Me,.
- Sounds good to me.
- All right then, you got the numbers?
- Yeah got 'em.
Oh shoot.
Oh, I don't know, I think she overdosed.
I don't, I can't get to her.
She's gonna be dead by the time...
Uh, yeah cancel that.
- Morning.
You must be the new guy.
- That's me, Kenny.
- It's good to have someone on the night shift again,
it's been awhile.
- Been awhile what about Sam?
- Sam, how do you know about him?
He used to work the night shift.
What's it been probably seven years or more?
- Seven years.
- Yeah, he had a heart attack one night and died
when a young woman killed herself on his shift.
- A young woman?
- Yep, in a maroon grand prix right over there.
It's funny 'cause he always used to say
that it was the cigarettes and booze that would get him.
- Yeah.
- We go through a lot of guys, but you're good, right,
I mean, not everyone can handle the graveyard shift,
you know, most of them quit after the first night.
Takes a special breed I think.
- It's not always like this, first night?
- Like what?
- Nothing, I'll see you at six.
- All right man, get some sleep.
- Where is Emma, she's been gone a long time.
- I'll go get her.
- Emma?
Dude, you scared the crap out of us.
What took you so long?
- Was that you that screamed out there?
- I didn't hear anything.
- Really?
- All right.
It's your turn sister.
- These woods, they're just not right.
Something happens on the road near here
as time closes in on the witching hour.
People shouldn't be out here this late.
- That's perfect, I cannot wait to get this podcast out.
- The trees, the sounds.
They can make a person go crazy if left out here alone.
- Hello.
You guys are literally in the middle of nowhere.
- That's a little dramatic don't you think?
- I'm just saying, you and John could have not moved
to a more inconvenient place.
- Right, because we definitely didn't move
far away from you on purpose.
- Oh you are such a bitch.
All right, Molly and i gotta concentrate, gotta go.
- Oh you're driving the minivan to see me,
that's sexy.
- Mom and dad are out this weekend, and Molly
was the only thing left.
Allison, Allison can you hear me?
Fuck.
- Hey I'm sorry about that I didn't mean to scare you.
- That's all right, do you need something
- no, I just wanna let you know, it looks like
your left tire is loose.
- Really?
- Yeah, Emily?
- Yes, how do you know my name?
- I'm sorry we've never met, I know your sister,
I know her husband, I've only met Allison a few times, but,
I recognize you from the family photos.
You're not going up there now are you?
- I am.
- Well it's really nice to meet you Emily, I think,
you might be my blind date.
- What?
- John and Allison invited me up here this weekend
to set me up with someone, and lucky you,
I think they chose you to be my victim.
Speaking of which, I have some tools in my car,
and I think I can tighten up that wheel.
- Sure Mr. mechanic.
- I'll be quick.
- Do you need any help?
- Don't worry, I got it.
You're all set, sorry if I spooked you before.
The truth is, this road is pretty creepy.
- Why do you say that?
- Just stories.
Well drive safe and I'll see you soon.
- Wait I didn't get your name.
- I'll tell you when we get there.
I guess I'm not the world's greatest mechanic.
Here's a thought, we're both going to the same place,
so why don't I just give you a ride to your sister's?
- That's a bit forward coming from a man I've just met.
- My intentions are purely dishonorable, I assure you.
- Well, what am I supposed to do, just leave my car
on the side of the road?
- You can call a tow truck when you get to your sister's.
Consider it our pregame.
I'm James by the way.
- It's nice to meet you James.
- What are you gonna do, stand there, on the road,
in the cold, waiting for a tow truck.
- I'm just gonna grab my stuff.
So do you make a habit of this?
- What?
- Picking up random girls in the middle of the night
on strange roads.
- You're like the fifth or sixth this week,
I don't know, they all, they all blur together, so.
- You're so dumb.
- You laughed.
- Can I ask you a question.
- Sure.
- Well you said earlier there were rumors about this road.
- It's nothing, it's like anything else.
The shadows of the trees makes
people's imaginations run wild.
Well all right.
There are two legends, about what occurred
on sweet hollow road.
Supposedly, on prom night, Amy and her boyfriend
pulled over on a stretch on sweet hollow road
for a little after-prom romance.
This was cut short however when her boyfriend raped her
and killed her with a hatchet, and dumped her body
into the woods.
The rumor goes, he haunts the road and the woods,
looking for anyone that will help her.
The boyfriend became known as the hatchetman.
And no one ever knew what became of him.
- So what's the second legend?
- The second one revolves around a police officer
named Carl Abbot, who was pursuing a bank robber,
and was let on this stretch of sweet hollow road.
The bank robber got out of his car, ran into the woods,
and Carl proceeded to go after him, but Carl didn't make it.
The bank robber got away after shooting Carl in the head.
Shortly after, a young couple who was on their way
back from their honeymoon, got pulled over by a cop,
and they weren't speeding, and they weren't doing
anything wrong, so they didn't know why.
The cop asked them a couple of questions,
and then let them go off with a warning.
When the couple was about to drive off,
and the cop turned around and walked back to his car,
the couple noticed blood, oozing from the back of his head,
in the same place that the fatal bullet exited Carl's skull.
Bah!
- That's not funny, you're such a jerk.
- I'm gonna see if I can get some service,
my sister is probably getting worried.
- Hey Emily, how far away are you?
- Hey alli, it's been a bit of a rough night,
my car broke down.
- Are you serious, are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine, I just fortunately,
a handsome stranger came to my rescue.
- Wait what?
- James gave me a ride after he saw my car break down.
You know I thought it was just gonna be me and you
this weekend.
- Hold on who's James?
- Ha-ha very funny.
You know, I have told you a million times that I do not
need help finding someone.
But with John's childhood friend, I mean come on.
- Emily?
- Yes.
- What are you talking about?
- Shut up seriously come on.
- No you shut up, it is just me
and you this weekend, are you really driving
with someone is this a joke, it's not funny
if it is, it's really not funny.
- I need you to pull over.
I feel sick I need you to pull over.
Pull over where are we going.
I swear to god pull over!
- You swear to god what?
You can't imagine the things I'm gonna do to you.
Actually, I'm not gonna tell you because I don't
wanna ruin the surprise, i promised you a blind date
after all.
- Fuck you!
- Ma'am, are you okay?
Ma'am you shouldn't be around here so late, it's not safe.
- You have to listen to me.
There's someone after me.
He's trying to kill me.
- Have you been drinking tonight.
- No, no I haven't, please.
- All right.
- Okay.
- I just want you to stay calm, I'm gonna go
call this in, hold tight.
- No, no, no, you can't just leave me here.
- I'll be back in just a minute.
- No...
- It's 11:58 guys, the witching hour is directly upon us.
We hope you've enjoyed this podcast as much as we've
loved making it, lots of strange sounds, creepy stories
and uh, good company.
Stick with us through the witching hour.
I kinda wish something weirder would've happened,
but uh nah, I guess you guys are weird enough for me anyway.
What's next?
- It's almost here.
- Emma, you really didn't hear that scream?
- I heard it.
It was Emma.
- Emma, this isn't funny.
- Uhm, is she drunk?
- Emma's dead.
You'll all be dead too.
- Stacy!
- This was a bad idea, she's killed Emma,
and Nathan and danni.
I don't wanna die.
Send help.