Sample from the Out of the Mist Podcast
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Greg lived with his single mother before his arrest, the place more a shack than a home in a way by time and the unforgiving sea air. Mrs. Mitchell died five years into Greg's incarceration. All she left him was this place. Okay, here it is. Christ, what are those? Hanging from the gutters, doors and windows, Popsicle sticks crisscrossed and wound with yarn. Bizarre pattern. Almost as if multiple eyes glared down at my trespassing, Greg answers the door. The TV definitely added £10 tired but sharp eyed, fingers yellowed with nicotine. Philip Marlowe on his day off. Mr Mitchell, I'm Sean King. I'd like to interview you about your case, Waters said. I can't talk to the press about until theres ruling. I'm not here for that case. You're about 20 years too late. I want to hear your side of the story. You don't actually care about that. Try me. Come on in. Then. Once inside, Greg's true self is on display. Stacks of newspapers, old magazines, soda cans brimming with cigarette butts, his walls and windows covered with maps of the Pacific Northwest, missing Children's posters, haphazard sketches of shadowy monsters, all connected with twine. an old TV plays the news, Greg puts it on mute one wall pulls my eye a drawing of a creature. Florida ceiling horns, hooves, a human face. But in the worst way, the creature wields an axe. Articles surround the sinister art with names like Seder of Southern California, Beast of Blackberry Road, Pan of the Pacific Northwest or simply the Beast. Greg drops into the recliner across from me. What paper you with? I work for a Bayside Gazette and Crescent Point Almanac. But this isn't for them. It's for a podcast. Smoke? No, thanks. That's cool. Lighter? What's the symbol mean? Hey, Insignia sponsor gave me this lighter instead of a chip. Oh, congrats. When you stop drinking that night in 99 what happened that night? You know what happened? I want to hear it from you. Greg seemed nervous, Fearful of what he was going to say. A look of concern flashed across his face. He looked away and lit up a new cigarette. He went through two more before he finally started to speak. I was supposed to trim the McCready's hedges that afternoon, but I got lost down a bottle when I finally serve it up enough to remember I had a job. It was already dark, drove by the house and saw the family car was gone side of the sneak onto the property and do the job before they came home. I didn't even know Molly was there until I heard her crying. Someone had her in their arms. Welcome to the backyard. Called out thinking Maybe it was Mr McCreedy and it turned around. What did you see? I wasn't sure what I was seeing, but I knew it wasn't human. And it had a little girl. And it's pause holding pruning shares. You know, despite what people say, I'm not a violent guy. But in that instance, every bone in my body told me to save her 1st 1 Cut a pretty deep on the shoulder. You drop Molly and let out this sound guttural, inhuman shriek. I'll never forget it. Not sure where I got it with second swing. I remember feeling course for and leathery skin beneath that smell like would rotten animal. ****. I tried to stab it 1/3 time, but I grabbed my hands. You know, these sharp claws still got the scars show me to the ground. When I got up, he was gone and Molly was screaming. I tried to calm her down. We were both covered in blood when the police showed up. First, I'll be right back. Here. Drink this. You look a little pale. Thanks. That's a **** of a story. No wonder no one believed you were innocent. I'm not innocent. Not completely, anyway. How so Did a lot of research in prison. There are things I learned like this. For instance. Do you know what this is? No. It's called a god's eye. According to legend, they keep evil spirits at bay. So what? They're like a dream catcher or something. You think they offer some kind of protection? I was more in the line outside a Tekin Calloway's window when I saw one of these hanging from the drain pipe. I don't know what they were back then and I thought it was just a piece of trash. Took it down, threw it away with the grass trimmings. The next day she went missing. Are you saying that this thing took Teegan because you took down a god's eye? I don't know why, but it keeps it away by taking it down. I'm a teegan vulnerable. This is something you uncovered in your goat, man Research. Look, I know how it sounds, but police reports don't lie. Kids disappear up and down the West Coast, always in groups of three dirt in the bedroom and at the center of every disappearance are sightings of that. Greg points to the drawing. This sounds insane. It is. And it's not over in Crescent Point. What do you mean? It's always cycles of three. And last time it didn't get what it wanted. What was that? You? Me? I know you're Molly McCreedy. No, I'm done. We're done here. Sean, wait. Five year old Kevin Report of Santa Cruz was reported missing today. Parents woke to find his room empty, save for unexplained piles of dirt. Police have not issued a statement yet, but locals are already connecting it to infamous goat man murders in neighboring Crescent Point. It's happening again. Hold on. I know, Uh,