A couple of weeks ago, I got a phone call. The voice on the other end was trembling.
The hold up on Robert Stack’s episodes was so that the distributor could add new updates to cases which have now been solved!
Come to think of it, Capricorns would make pretty good serial killers…
“Played Ouija with some friends and it started being threatening and Satany, so we threw it away in a church dumpster. The next day that church was struck by lightning and burnt to the ground.”
“Probably being beaten and locked outside/in a closet for days at a time. Drinking hose water and begging for food from neighbors. The worst time being in the snow after being whipped by an extension cord (the heavy duty kind) and knocked unconscious having my head kicked into a fireplace.”
“The guy runs off and they don’t think too much of it. Sometime later my Grandma sees the guy on the news and it’s Richard Ramirez.”
At around 2am, after around 47 minutes on the phone, Brandon yelled “OH SHIT” and the phone hung up. That was the last anyone ever heard from him.
“They’re ancient people. They’re ah…they’re dying, it’s past their time or age. They’re looking for ah…a way to survive and they just can’t.”
It didn’t work. The gun went off, but the shot went over my head, blowing out my ears just before I reached my old friend.
Hearing them speak clear English instead of gibberish was beyond creepy. Their words didn’t even sound natural. They sounded forced, like the voice actors had guns against their heads. But it got creepier.