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Reese's Peanut Butter Cups are the greatest, but let

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me play devil's advocate here. Let's see. So,

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no, that's a good thing. That's

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definitely not a problem. Reese's,

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you did it! You stumped this

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charming devil! Good

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evening. I'm

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Storyteller Otis Jyrie, and

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I ain't your grandfather.

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From where I'm from, we

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don't do bedtime stories. And

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if that's what you were expecting, you're

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in the wrong place.

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If it's terrifying tales you're

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after, well then, I've got

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just the thing. Get

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comfortable. Settle

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in. Turn off the lights, if

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you dare. Your

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night is about to get

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a whole lot darker. Hahahaha.

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Who needs sleep anyway? Hahahaha.

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Good evening. You're

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listening to Scary Stories Told in the Dark. Welcome

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dear listeners to Season 14 Episode 9. I'm

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your host Otis Jyrie, and

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in this episode I'll be

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performing Four Tales to Terrify

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You courtesy of authors Vin

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McCool, Kitty Olson, Dominic Eagle,

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and Nikki Expisito. Tonight

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terrible trails, morose

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monstrosities, and

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for your support. Now it's

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time to take a walk together down

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the moonlit trail, so lock

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your doors, turn your lights down low,

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and settle in. The

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show is about to begin. You

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know the story about that thing, right?

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Yeah, sure, everybody does. It's

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that thing that shows up when you say its name?

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Or wait, no. I mean

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the story about that one thing that happened

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in your neighborhood, wherever that neighborhood

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happens to be. Yes,

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urban legends are just another part of

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the landscape of horror, and

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tonight we're going to be digging into the

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world of the stories that just happen to

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be true. They have to be,

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because didn't Jodi down the street say it happened

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to her? Finn

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McCool once again graces us with the

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story of a late-night binge at the

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bar, and of a

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phantom cab driver who may or may

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not pretend doom to those who ride

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with him. Thankfully,

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just such a driver

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doesn't really exist, right?

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Without further ado, I present to you

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the Killer Cabbie. I

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never used to be one for urban legends and the

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like. I'm a cynic at heart,

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not prone to flights of fancy. But

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as you might have already guessed, something

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significant happened that changed

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my perspective. The

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phrase, life-changing event might sound

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like a cliché, but that's

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what happened to me on that fateful night a couple

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of years ago. I was

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going through a rough patch at the time of

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my life, having spiraled out of control after

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I lost my job, broke up with

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my long-time partner, and

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drinking heavily to dull my pain. On

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the night in question, I was partying at a

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nightclub in my local town center. I

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started on the beers and moved on to

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shots, and I might have

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consumed some illegal substances to boot. Much

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of the night went by in a bluesy blue

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earth. I tried to chat up

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a couple of women with little success, and

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took solace in downing yet

5:04

more alcohol. At one point

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in the evening, I found myself sitting in a

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quiet corner and speaking with an acquaintance of mine.

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Let's call him Jack. This

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guy was a regular at the club and liked his

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drink as much as I did, and

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he was the sort of bloke who I

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could hardly stand when I was sober, but

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could just about tolerate when drunk.

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And when he was buying the drinks, Jack

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was my best mate in the whole

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world. We talked

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and drank for some length of

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time—how long exactly I can't recall—and

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when I say we talked, it was Jack

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who spoke while I listened. Jack

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was, and presumably still

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is, a big fan

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of conspiracy theories. I

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mean, he's one of those guys who's in them in

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a big way. They would

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yap on for hours about the

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secret cobbles who ruled the world,

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how vaccine— The names were used for

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mind control, the moon landings were faked,

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lizard people walked among us, and so on.

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Like I said, I'm a cynic, or at least I was

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at the time, so I had

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little interest in his outlandish theories. Instead,

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I merely nodded, feigned interest, and

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occasionally came out with a, oh,

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really? Or a sarcastic

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comment as he continued to get the drinks

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in. At some

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point in the one-sided conversation, Jack

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moved on to the topic of urban legends,

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another area I had very little time

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for. I turned out

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for much of his rant, but did start

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paying attention when Jack started talking about the

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legend of the killer Cabbie. What

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the hell is that? I asked

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incredulously. Jack

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smiled before answering, knowing that he'd hooked

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me in. The killer

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Cabbie's a local legend. It operates

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right even in our hometown. I

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laughed before responding in a mocking tone.

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What? Something interesting

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happened in this dump? I

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exclaimed. Oh, you'd

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be surprised what goes down on

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these streets after dark, Jack answered

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cryptically. I rolled

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my eyes dismissively. So

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this taxi driver's a serial killer

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or something. Funny, I

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didn't hear anything about a murder spree

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on the news. This

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time it was Jack's turn to laugh. You

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believe what the media's telling you? Wake

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up, man. Besides, this guy's

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smart. There are no

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bodies and no proof that a murderer's

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taking place. But

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isn't it strange how many missing person

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cases there are in this area? Yeah,

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sure, buddy. You've got

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a secret killer and a loose, but it's

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all being covered up. That makes perfect sense.

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I shook my head while it's taking another sip.

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I was sure Jack was talking crap, but

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he wouldn't let up. "'This

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guy's much more than your average

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killer,' he said, in almost a

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whisper. For one

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thing—well, not

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every one he takes ends up dead or missing.

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Some make it home, but they're not the

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same." "'What do you mean,

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not the same?' I exclaimed in

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disbelief. Jack shushed

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me, looking over his shoulder before

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continuing. I mean, like

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they've been through something that's changed them

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forever. You've seen things

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we're not meant to see—things that'll

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haunt them to the grave." I'll

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confess that Jack's words brought a chill

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up my spine, but I

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soon dismissed my first instincts,

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dismissing the story as the

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hogwash it surely was. "'Well,

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I gotta hand it to you, Jack. You've

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really outdone yourself this time. As

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tall tales go, that's a whopper.' Jack

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seemed annoyed at first, but soon recovered,

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slapping me on the back as he

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said, "'Mark me all you

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want, old mate, but you'll come

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to see things my way in the end.' Another

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drink? The night

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dragged on. I lost track

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of Jack, had drunken conversations with some

9:13

other folk, and before I

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knew it the lights were switched on and

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the bouncers started rounding up hunters and hurting

9:20

them out towards the doors. Closing

9:23

time. I cursed, realizing

9:25

that I'd let time get away from

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me. Before long I

9:29

was pushed out onto the pavement along with

9:31

the rest of the rabble, bearing witness to

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the chaos which always took place

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in the streets at this ungodly hour, as

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all the pubs and clubs shut at the

9:41

same time and all the drunken revelers piled

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out onto the streets. I

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witnessed the typical Saturday night scenes—a

9:49

group of rowdy lads piling into

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the kebab shop, a

9:53

scantily clad girl puking in the gutter while

9:56

a friend held her hair back, and

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two middle-aged men fighting for the over a

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taxi. I groaned,

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realizing that I'd stayed out too

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late and hadn't pre-booked the taxi

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home. I took out

10:09

my phone and tried my ride-sharing app, but

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there were no cars available. Next

10:14

I tried telling a couple of the local cab

10:16

firms, but they didn't even answer the phone. Then

10:19

I shook my head and realized I was

10:22

screwed. I had two options

10:24

at this point. Either I

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wait here in the cold with all

10:28

these drunken lunatics, or I walk home,

10:30

which would mean trekking ten miles through

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some pretty dodgy neighborhoods. Neither

10:35

option was in any way appearing,

10:38

but I didn't see that I had

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another choice. And then suddenly I

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was thrown an unexpected lifeline. Across

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the street was a solitary taxi,

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an old-school black cab parked adjacent

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to the pavement with its lights

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on. I saw the

10:55

dark silhouette of the driver sitting in the front,

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but there were no passengers in the back. Seemed

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too good to be true, and I was sure the

11:02

driver was waiting on a fare. But

11:05

none of the drunken revelers approached the

11:07

vehicle, and it almost seemed like the

11:09

cab was invisible to them. So

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I decided to chance my arm,

11:14

crossing the road, and approaching

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the driver's side before tapping on the

11:19

glass. The driver lowered

11:21

his window ever so slightly. Not so much

11:23

that I could see his face, but enough

11:25

so we could talk. I

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guess I should have found this suspicious, but

11:30

those five sheets took a wind, and not

11:32

thinking straight. I did feel

11:34

some apprehension, however, perhaps thinking

11:36

back to Jack's story and wondering whether

11:39

there was maybe some truth to it.

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It was the driver who prompted the conversation,

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speaking in a deep and

11:46

raspy voice. Yes, sir, can

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I help you? He

11:51

seemed a little too polite for a late-night cabbie, which

11:53

threw me off for a moment, but

11:56

I eventually found the words to

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reply. Yeah, mate. Can

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you take me to Hilltown, top of Croft Road?"

12:04

"'Sure. No problem, sir,' the

12:07

driver replied quickly. Well,

12:09

this struck me as odd, and I suspected

12:12

he might be planning to rip me off.

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How much,' I inquired. "'How

12:17

much you got?' was the answer. I

12:20

clicked my tongue before replying. Tank

12:23

read, "'Sure, that's

12:25

more than enough. Hoppin', my friend. The

12:28

offer seemed too good to be true, so

12:30

I suspected there was a catch. I

12:33

put my hand on the coral door

12:35

handle and froze, as the sixth sense

12:37

told me something wasn't right. I

12:40

didn't really believe this driver was a killer, but

12:42

I did think he might be trying to rob

12:44

or scam me. My

12:46

instincts told me to refuse the ride and

12:48

walk away, but then

12:50

I glanced back across the road and saw

12:53

the chaos had escalated, as

12:55

the fight between the two men had drawn

12:57

in others, with punches being thrown and bottles

12:59

getting smashed. I didn't

13:01

want to stay here a moment longer, so

13:04

I made my decision in opening the cab

13:06

door and jumping inside.

13:09

I confessed that the alarm bells didn't

13:11

start ringing straight away. I

13:13

took my seat and slammed the door shut behind me.

13:16

In fact, I was relieved as we drove off,

13:19

leaving the mayhem of the street behind us.

13:22

When satisfied, I sat back and

13:24

enjoyed the ride. But

13:27

even through my drunken haze, I

13:29

could tell this was not a normal taxi

13:32

cab. First, there were no

13:34

seat belts in the back, and secondly, the

13:36

reinforced glass between me and the driver

13:38

didn't display the taxi man's name, a

13:41

license number and photograph, as should have

13:43

been the case. As

13:45

for the driver himself, he

13:47

was focused on the road and I could only see the back

13:50

of his head. Also

13:52

I noted how there was no meter on

13:54

the dashboard. These

13:56

details concerned me, but not overly so.

14:00

He asked that the driver was unlicensed, but that was

14:02

okay with me as long as he got me

14:04

home safely. But I did

14:06

get worried whenever he missed the turning

14:08

to Hilltown. "'Hey, mate, you're

14:10

going the wrong way,' I exclaimed. "'No,

14:13

I'm not,' the driver replied with confidence.

14:17

I was now sure this guy was taking

14:19

me for a ride, driving the long road,

14:21

so he could charge me a higher fare.

14:24

He must have thought I was too drunk to notice, but I was

14:26

having none of it. "'Listen, pal, you

14:29

need to turn this cab around,' I said.

14:31

"'We don't turn around. We only go

14:34

forward,' was the driver's

14:36

puzzling reply. I

14:38

was taken aback by his words, and I started

14:40

to panic, not knowing what to

14:42

do next. Staring out

14:45

the window I saw inexplicable sights, which

14:47

only increased my anxiety. At

14:50

first I witnessed familiar scenes,

14:53

streetlights, late-night businesses, and

14:55

the occasional other car on the road,

14:57

but soon these signs of the modern

14:59

world disappeared, and I bore

15:02

witness to empty roads and crumbling buildings which

15:04

I did not recognize. There

15:06

were no weather vehicles in sight, no

15:09

lights other than the cab's headlights, and

15:11

a dim illumination from the moon and

15:13

stars above. I was

15:16

awestruck by this bizarre development, and

15:18

wondered whether I'd accidentally consumed an

15:21

hallucinogenic drug during my drinking

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no that's a good thing. That's definitely not

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a problem. Reese's you did it! You

16:49

stumped this charming devil. Soon

16:53

we left the town all together and drove

16:55

down a lonely narrow road leading

16:58

through a dense forest. The

17:00

trees on either side of the road were

17:02

shrouded in darkness and appeared sinister and

17:05

foreboding to my weary eyes. I

17:08

stared into the black becoming transfixed

17:10

by the sight as

17:12

my exhausted brain attempted to make some

17:14

sense of the craziest. But

17:16

the longer I looked into the darkness, the

17:19

more I was mesmerized. I

17:22

felt like I was staring into an abyss at the

17:24

edge of the universe and so

17:26

I was both terrified and fascinated

17:28

in equal measure. As

17:31

my eyes adjusted to the dark, I

17:33

swore I could see movement just beyond

17:35

the tree line. Shadowy

17:38

shapes darting between the tree trunks

17:40

and fling whenever they saw the

17:42

car's headlights. I

17:44

looked closer, focusing on a solitary shadow

17:46

who glared out at me through the

17:49

darkness flashing a pair of eyes that

17:51

were a deadly shade of demonic red.

17:55

My god, I swore, jumping up

17:57

from my seat in terror. Where

17:59

The hell are you? They get me I shouted. Jag.

18:02

In your home, The. Driver com

18:04

and replied. Assuming that's where

18:06

you wanna go. For. Shook

18:09

my head and dismay of and lost

18:11

all patients with his dodged Jeremy the

18:13

shifted over my seat try and open

18:15

right side door and then no one

18:17

on the last. Those

18:19

were locked. A

18:21

curse to support my phone For my part,

18:23

it's my hand shaking as I entered my

18:25

security code. Guess what? There

18:28

was no said. That

18:31

this point I lost my head. A

18:33

bang my fists and kicked my

18:36

boots against reinforce perfect blasts that

18:38

separated me from the driver. Screwing:

18:40

I'm sorry to hear you bastard.

18:43

The drivers responses Instant terrifying. He

18:46

turned his head allow me to

18:48

see his face to the first

18:50

time and it was horrifying. His

18:52

eyes were not those of a

18:54

human being that instead of a

18:56

jet lagged a good see on

18:59

a shirt. He glared

19:01

at me with pure theory and

19:03

as god's sake and eyes before

19:05

opening his mouth to revere. Like

19:07

gaping hole in the boys came

19:09

out of his mouth. Well he

19:11

was deep and demonic. Shut.

19:14

The hell up and south

19:16

screamed. And recoil

19:19

in horror, shrinking back into my seat.

19:21

not moving. And Aunts. I

19:23

couldn't bear to look into his demonic

19:25

guys was isolates. The driver soon turned

19:28

around and focused on the road ahead.

19:31

Said that's sometimes frozen in shock

19:33

as I tried to come to

19:35

terms with my terrifying predicament. Ventilator

19:39

plugged up the courage to speak

19:41

through quaking lips. You're

19:43

going to kill me or to I

19:45

asked thinking back to Jax tail and

19:47

realize and must be true. It

19:50

or kill me and at me disappeared

19:52

just like all the addicts. the

19:56

drivers surprised me by

19:58

laughing allowed know her.

20:01

I'm not going to kill you," he

20:03

answered. I've never killed anybody, and

20:05

no one disappears unless they want to.

20:09

I took a deep breath, frustrated by

20:11

receiving yet another nonsensical answer, and

20:14

I still feared for my life as

20:16

I believed the creepy driver was more

20:18

than capable of ripping me to shreds.

20:22

But I think the cabbie must have read my

20:24

thoughts based on his next question. "'You

20:27

don't believe me, do you?' he asked.

20:30

The words almost stuck in my mouth,

20:32

but I answered nonetheless. No,

20:34

no, I don't. The

20:37

driver laughed again. Well, I can't

20:39

say as I blame you, sir. I

20:42

guess you need some more proof. Let's

20:44

make a quick stop." Within

20:47

a few moments he pulled into a lay-by

20:49

by the side of the road before he

20:51

shut off the cab's engine and headlights. I

20:55

scanned her out nervously, seeing nothing but the

20:57

darkened forest on all sides of the vehicle,

21:00

and suddenly I reached a new

21:02

level of raw panic. "'What

21:05

the hell are you doing?' I exclaimed,

21:08

fearfully. Just wait,"

21:10

was the driver's only response. My

21:14

eyes widened and my heartbeat quickened as I

21:16

saw the dark shapes emerging from behind the

21:18

trees, moving slowly at first

21:20

but quickly, gaining momentum as they crashed

21:23

through the undergrowth. Turning

21:25

my head, I saw others approaching

21:27

from the other side of the road and

21:29

realized we would soon be surrounded. At

21:32

first, I slammed his white palms in the glass,

21:35

making me jump and yelp and fright. I

21:38

looked up to see a zombie-like figure with

21:40

dead eyes and a filthy moth filled with

21:42

rotten teeth. He screamed

21:44

like a maniac as he continued

21:46

to violently bang against the car's

21:48

window, desperately trying to get

21:50

at me. But suddenly

21:53

there were others. Half-dozen zombies,

21:55

at least, all dressed in ragged clothes

21:57

and screaming blue murderers as they assaulted

21:59

the car. the vehicle from all sides.

22:02

This overcome with terror, whimpering

22:04

like a coward and rolling myself up into

22:06

a protective ball as I prepared for the

22:08

end. But suddenly

22:11

the taxi's engine burst back to

22:13

life, and its headlights illuminated

22:15

the scene. The zombies

22:17

didn't react to the light moving away

22:19

from the vehicle as they

22:21

shielded their black eyes, and

22:24

then the driver slammed his fist in the horn,

22:27

emitting a loud and piercing sound

22:29

that overwhelmed the zombies' senses and

22:31

forced them to retreat back into the forest.

22:35

Thus satisfied, the cabbie drove off

22:37

and rejoined the lonely road. It

22:40

took some moments for me to calm myself

22:42

back down and recover from the shock. Once

22:45

again I was able to breathe, and

22:48

I asked one question

22:50

through trembling lips. What

22:54

are those things? I

22:56

demanded. Those

22:58

things were once people like you, the

23:00

cabbie confirmed. They are the ones

23:02

who didn't make it. I

23:04

felt a sickness rising from the pit of

23:07

my stomach as I faced this new existential

23:09

threat. Was I

23:11

going to become one of those damned creatures?

23:14

Was this to be my fate? Am

23:17

I dead? I eventually

23:19

whispered, dreading the sound I would receive,

23:22

but realizing that I must find out

23:24

the truth. No,

23:27

the driver answered coolly. Not

23:30

yet, at least. But you

23:32

have an important decision still to make,

23:35

one which will determine your destiny.

23:39

I don't like the sound of that, not

23:41

one bit. But I was

23:43

a prisoner in the taxi cabins, certainly

23:45

didn't fancy any chances in the forest,

23:48

even if I could make it out. To

23:51

my horror, I realized I

23:53

was completely at the driver's mercy. We

23:56

go on for some time in complete silence, my

23:58

eyes drifting to the ground. the sides of

24:00

the road, where I could see the dark

24:03

shapes continuing to move between the trees as

24:05

if they were tracking our progress and

24:07

waiting for another opportunity to strike.

24:11

Eventually we reached what appeared to be the end

24:13

of the road, the vehicle stopping

24:16

at a fork that offered two choices.

24:19

Little left was a road that led up a

24:21

hill that towered over the forest, and

24:24

at its summit was a cross that

24:26

shone brightly, and slight

24:28

light illuminating the dark night. I

24:31

can't say what it was about the light,

24:33

but it was calling to me, appearing like

24:35

a safe port in a fierce storm. In

24:38

that moment I wanted more than anything

24:40

to get to it. And

24:43

the second road drifted off to the

24:45

right, leading through yet more forest to

24:47

an unknown destination. The

24:50

enigmatic driver didn't turn left or right.

24:52

Instead he simply stopped the car and

24:54

waited. What

24:57

happened next? I asked

24:59

nervously. That's up to you, he

25:01

replied. This is your decision.

25:04

I remained silent for a moment, staring

25:07

up at the light as my heart ached

25:09

and my eyes filled with tears. What's

25:12

up there? I asked through

25:15

trembling lips. Something

25:17

extraordinary. Angel

25:19

Wow! The stream was his cryptic

25:22

answer. Can you

25:24

take me there? No,

25:28

he responded firmly. I cannot

25:30

ascend the hill. If you

25:32

want to proceed in that direction, you'll have to do

25:34

so on your own two feet. What?

25:38

I cried incredulously. You

25:40

want me to get out of the car? With

25:43

those monsters still out there? I

25:46

don't want you to do anything, the

25:48

driver answered. It's entirely up

25:50

to you, sir. There

25:52

are risks in taking that route. If

25:55

you fail, you'll be trapped in this

25:57

place like the others. if

26:00

he succeeded, the rewards could

26:02

be great. Reluctantly

26:04

I turned my head away from the white light

26:06

and toward the dark road to our right. And

26:10

what about that way? I inquired. Yes,

26:14

I can take you down there," the

26:16

driver confirmed. And what's

26:18

at the end of the second road? The

26:21

cabbie paused for a moment as if deep

26:23

in thought, but when

26:25

he did finish replying, his

26:28

answer was typically vague. The

26:31

road leads somewhere, not perfect,

26:33

but familiar. I

26:36

shook my head, my mind racing as I

26:38

tried to make this impossible decision. As

26:41

I racked my brains to consider my two options,

26:44

I missed almost the two dark

26:46

figures emerging from the forest, creeping

26:49

ever closer to our stationary taxi.

26:53

I needed a decision, sir, the driver propped

26:56

it. It's not safe

26:58

to remain here indefinitely. The

27:01

tension was unbearable. I

27:03

sensed that this was the most important decision

27:05

I would ever make, and in the end

27:07

I went with my head

27:09

over my heart. I'm

27:12

not ready, I whimpered. I can't

27:14

go to the light, not yet. I

27:17

swore I could hear satisfaction in the

27:19

driver's voice as he replied. Very

27:22

good, sir, he said. A

27:25

moment later he started to drive,

27:27

avoiding the grasping, claw-like hands of

27:29

the zombies, as he sped down

27:31

the road to the right. I

27:34

instantly turned around in my seat looking

27:36

out the back window over the heads

27:38

of the undead, and casting my

27:40

eyes upon the cross of the white light, acting

27:43

with tears in my eyes until the light

27:45

faded. And when I turned

27:47

back around, I was astonished to discover that we

27:49

were no longer driving through the haunted woods. Instead

27:52

the cab was on a city street, and not

27:55

just any street. It was my

27:57

home street. Seconds

27:59

later the driver pulled outside of my house and

28:01

I heard a sudden click as the doors were

28:03

unlocked. There you

28:06

go, sir," the driver said cheerfully. I

28:08

told you I'd get you home, in the end. Oh,

28:11

and don't worry about the fare. This

28:13

one's on the house." I

28:16

was still in a state of shock but

28:18

relieved to be within touching distance of home

28:20

and safety, and so I opened

28:22

the door and stepped out onto the pavement, struggling

28:24

to walk on my shaking feet. I

28:27

stood there for a moment, trying

28:29

to adjust my abrupt return to

28:31

reality. I still had

28:33

so many unanswered questions, but when

28:35

I turned back toward the taxi, I saw

28:38

that the cabby had already driven off. I

28:41

watched as the taxi proceeded down my

28:43

street before it inexplicably vanished,

28:45

at the bottom of the road, seemingly

28:47

disappearing into thin air as I

28:49

ripped my eyes in astonishment. My

28:52

friend Jack had been right about some

28:55

details, wrong about others. The

28:57

killer cabby legend was real, but

29:00

the otherworldly driver wasn't the killer. He

29:02

was my savior. I

29:04

don't think it's a coincidence that I ended up

29:06

in his cab that night. I

29:09

believe I was chosen. Whatever

29:11

the case, my life did

29:13

change after that fateful night. I

29:16

sobered up and got my act together. I

29:18

can't say that my life has been

29:20

all roses since my paranormal experience, but

29:23

things are certainly better. Still,

29:25

I often wonder what would have

29:27

happened if I had chosen the other path. Could

29:30

I have made it to the light, and if so,

29:33

what would I have witnessed and experienced

29:35

on the other side? I'm

29:38

afraid these are questions for smarter

29:40

men than me, and I'll leave

29:42

you, the readers and listeners, to

29:46

reach your own conclusions. So

29:49

take my story for what you will,

29:52

my friends, and stay

29:54

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and tonight's featured author. On

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the plus side, I feel a

33:01

little bit better knowing that Cabbie isn't

33:03

quite the monster he's described as. On

33:07

the other, I feel less comfortable about

33:09

having to jog to a far-off sanctuary

33:11

in a forest full of monsters. But,

33:14

hey, once one speedrunner

33:16

does it, suddenly everyone's doing

33:18

it. A

33:20

lot of the time, legends grow not

33:23

because of the area itself, but because of

33:25

the stories kids tell to each other. In

33:28

this tale from Kitty Olsen, we'll

33:31

hear of one fellow's long-time

33:33

encounter with one such tale

33:35

from his friends in school and

33:37

a long scary trip through the

33:39

forest. But just how

33:41

much of the tale is true? Without

33:45

further ado, I present to

33:47

you the Ghost Trail. from

34:00

place to place over the years, switch

34:02

schools, and had to start from

34:04

scratch when it came to making friends, or

34:07

I could go off to the boarding school my dad went

34:09

to as a kid.

34:11

I ended up picking the latter choice. I

34:14

was fifteen years old, and moving all the

34:16

time was stressful. I just

34:18

wanted to be a normal teen, you know, and

34:21

I was going to be at Chapman Academy

34:23

for young men, all boys' school. We

34:26

wore uniforms, had a strict set of

34:28

rules to follow, and to

34:30

be honest, I thrived in that environment.

34:33

It was stable. I learned independence. I had

34:37

to be accountable for myself, do my

34:39

homework, and eat balanced meals. It

34:42

probably didn't work for every boy in that school,

34:44

but it did wonders for me. And

34:47

I made friends, too. I ran

34:49

with a small pack of other boys,

34:51

Frank, Jesse, and Philip. Frank

34:54

was the leader for us, always wanting to

34:56

push the limits of authority, always

34:58

wanting to stick it to the man. I

35:02

didn't really join in on the rule-breaking,

35:04

but I did watch some of his

35:06

more outrageous stunts. He got

35:08

into a lot of trouble more than once,

35:11

but he somehow always managed to

35:13

sweet-talk himself out of getting expelled.

35:16

I liked Frank. I didn't always

35:18

prove what he got up to, but he was

35:20

a good friend. It

35:22

was his idea, naturally, to try the

35:24

ghost trail trick. He

35:27

first brought it up after we got back from what had

35:29

break. We were all chilling

35:31

in Jesse's room. He was plucking at

35:33

his guitar. Philip was

35:35

talking about his girlfriend at home that

35:37

I was fairly certain didn't actually exist.

35:40

And then Frank turned to me with the biggest

35:42

grin on his face. Sadele's,

35:44

since you're new this year. I

35:47

bet you don't know the story of the ghost

35:49

trail. You've

35:52

got the room's attention. Jesse

35:54

and Philip notably perked up while I shook

35:56

my head. I bet you're

35:58

going to tell me all about it, though. I said.

36:01

Frank laughed before he hunched over, like

36:04

some deformed ghoul and spoke in

36:06

what I presumed he thought was

36:08

a terrifying voice. It's

36:10

the trail that leads to

36:13

the nearby girls' school. Oh,

36:15

during the day there's nothing to fear. It's

36:18

at night when things get spooky.

36:23

Frank waggled his fingers and made some

36:25

ghost sounds. Legend

36:27

has it that the trail's filled with spirits.

36:30

Dark, evil spirits.

36:33

They can be summoned in only one way.

36:36

There's a matching set of oak trees at each

36:38

end of the trail. You

36:40

approach one with a flashlight, aim the beam

36:42

at the tree, and then turn it on

36:44

and off five

36:47

times. Legend

36:49

has it the hair on your neck will stand

36:51

up. You'll feel a cold breeze

36:53

and then you'll have to walk the whole length

36:55

of the trail because of a turnaround. A

36:58

ghost will claw your eyeballs out.

37:02

Frank lunged at me, which startled me enough

37:04

to nearly fall off the bed. I

37:07

called him a jerk after that. We

37:09

all laughed and then we dropped the topic

37:11

to talk about the hot girls that went

37:13

to the academy on the other side of

37:15

the trail. Well

37:17

we figured they were hot. Nonetheless, really got

37:19

dates with them. We were all

37:21

too awkward to really get any attention like that.

37:25

We didn't talk about the ghost trail again until

37:27

spring break. It was optional

37:29

to return home during that particular break and

37:31

I wanted to spend time with my friends,

37:34

so after some begging and pleading with my parents,

37:36

they agreed to let me stay at the school

37:38

during spring break. I think

37:40

they were a bit grateful for it, honestly. They

37:43

had their plates full with my little siblings.

37:46

They'd miss me, but it'd be easier on them

37:48

if I stayed at school. I

37:51

wish I'd gone home. It

37:53

was a lot of fun just chilling at the dorms. Philip's

37:56

mom sent him what felt like a truckload

37:58

of snacks and goodies. We played

38:01

card games, we ran around the mostly

38:03

empty campus, like a pack of ooligans,

38:06

and we were having a blast. Spring

38:09

Break was drawing to a close when Frank

38:11

announced what we'd be doing that night. The

38:14

Ghost Trail. We'd be

38:17

bringing the myth to life. I

38:19

was hesitant at first. Sure,

38:22

I didn't really believe in ghosts, but it

38:24

would involve going off campus. Even

38:27

on break, we needed permission to

38:29

do that. But Frank was

38:31

so excited about the idea, and he insisted

38:33

that we'd have a good time. He

38:36

even found someone to buy us some beers so we

38:38

could drink and be married. Jesse

38:41

and Phillip were just as hyped for

38:43

this, so I caved. Besides,

38:45

I wanted to drink and have fun with my friends,

38:47

too. We got

38:50

to the Ghost Trail of urban legend around 8

38:52

p.m. It was a bit chilly,

38:54

but I had a coat on. I wasn't going to check and

38:56

hold, thanks to a few shivers.

38:59

Frank agreed to go first. The oak

39:01

tree was just around the bend, and

39:03

we agreed to space out our adventures

39:05

about five minutes at a time. It'd

39:08

be scarier if we went at it alone.

39:11

We'd also do it without our flashlights on, once

39:14

we did the trick to summon the ghosts.

39:18

Once we all met at the other side

39:20

of the trail, we'd walk back together, probably

39:22

laughing and trying to scare each other again.

39:26

We watched as Frank disappeared around the

39:28

corner. Through the tree-line

39:30

we saw the flashes of his light,

39:32

and nothing. Five

39:34

minutes went by, then Jesse and Phillip argued

39:36

about who'd go next. It

39:39

ended up being Jesse, whose nervous laugh

39:41

was not unlike a hyena's as he

39:43

scuttled to the tree. Through

39:47

flashes, darkness, Philip

39:50

and I were really feeling the quiet now. Frank

39:53

was the loud one out of the group, and with

39:55

just the two of us, it

39:57

was mostly just weak jokes followed by long-takes.

40:00

heard some silence. Finally

40:02

it was Philip's turn, and I

40:04

think he was just glad to get going. He

40:07

high-tailed it to the tree, leaving me alone

40:09

in the dark. I

40:11

was almost checking out now that I was alone.

40:14

No other boys to be brave in front of,

40:16

but I stayed strong. Five

40:18

minutes ticked away in my watch,

40:20

but it felt like five hours

40:22

instead. Once

40:25

I assumed Philip had gotten far enough ahead,

40:27

I headed to the tree. I'd never seen

40:29

it before, but it was hard to miss.

40:32

A large oak tree older than perhaps

40:34

most of the trees here. I

40:37

steadied my nerves, raised my flashlight,

40:39

and clicked it on and off

40:41

five times. The darkness

40:43

seemed all the thicker when the light turned

40:45

off the last time. I swallowed

40:48

the lump in my throat and felt sweat

40:50

start to bead on my forehead. My

40:53

heart thumped so loud in my chest that I felt

40:55

the whole world could hear it. Then,

40:57

just like in the story, the hair on

40:59

my neck stood up and I knew I

41:01

wasn't alone. Fear kicked

41:03

my instincts into overdrive. I spun

41:06

around flashlight on, ready to fight for my

41:08

life, only to

41:10

see a girl throw up her hands and squeal

41:12

in terror. I stared

41:15

at her as I tried to convince my heart to

41:17

slow down. She lowered

41:19

her hands and stared back. She

41:22

wasn't what I would have called pretty. My mousy

41:24

brown hair tied in a braid, her

41:27

school uniform a size too big, clunky

41:30

glasses, braces, a patch of acne on

41:32

her chin. But not

41:34

nearly as scary as the supposed ghosts

41:36

that walked the trail and tore out

41:39

teenagers' eyeballs. We kept

41:41

on staring for a few moments, and then

41:43

we both burst into laughter. Sorry,

41:47

I didn't mean to scare you. I apologized.

41:49

No, it's okay. I

41:51

shouldn't have sneaked up on you like that. She

41:54

twirled her braid around her fingers with a sheepish

41:56

grin. Ah, so

41:58

you're starting the ghost trail. I

42:01

just finished. Oh, really? Spiny

42:04

ghost?" I asked. The

42:06

girl shook her head, that awkward smile still

42:08

in her face. Don't think

42:10

I did. I think I spotted some

42:12

other boys, too. Did they ditch you? Nah,

42:15

we decided to go at it one at a time.

42:19

Finally starting to calm down, I flipped my

42:21

flashlight back to the trail. Want

42:24

me to walk you back to the girl's school? The

42:27

girl lit up. I don't think

42:29

she had many guys asking her to do

42:31

anything, much less go on a night walk.

42:34

I'd like that. It'd be less scarier

42:36

that way. Oh, I'm

42:38

Robin. I'm Dale. Good

42:41

to meet you, Robin. My heart

42:43

was beating fast again, but it was for

42:45

a whole other reason. Robin

42:47

fell in pace with me, and awkward looking or

42:49

not, she was still a girl, and taking

42:52

a walk with a girl, any

42:54

girl, made me feel all

42:56

sorts of butterflies. So

42:58

you like school, Robin? That

43:01

was the only conversation opener I could think

43:03

of, and I immediately hated myself, forever

43:05

opening my stupid mouth. Thankfully,

43:08

Robin didn't find the question awkward.

43:12

I mean, the actual classes? I like

43:14

those. And I like being

43:16

in bed. I don't really have many friends, though.

43:18

I'm not very good with people. Is

43:21

that why you immediately assumed my friends

43:23

ditched me? Again, the awkward

43:25

questions. But I pressed on. Your

43:28

friends ditch you? Robin

43:30

huffed a few loose strands of hair

43:32

falling into her face. Yep.

43:35

She popped her lips quite loudly on the pea.

43:38

It's not the first time. It's fine.

43:40

At least I'm not a wimp. I

43:43

made it to the end of the trail, after all.

43:45

Now I just gotta make my way

43:47

back. I hope I can. You

43:50

will, I reassured her. I mean, I gotta make

43:52

it to your end, so we might as well

43:54

make it together, right? Robin

43:56

bobbed her head up and down, but her

43:58

smile was less awkward now. Yeah,

44:00

yeah, we can make it. I'm

44:02

sorry. I'm probably boring you. I'm

44:05

not asking you anything about yourself What

44:08

great are you in like your friends? Conversation

44:11

went on from there just

44:13

fun small talk really I

44:16

learned Robin played the clarinet and had

44:18

some serious pollen allergies Which

44:20

is why she agreed to walk the trail so

44:22

early in the year so she could

44:24

avoid the worst of the pollen She

44:27

had a cat back home named snowball She

44:30

also had a dad in the military, but she was

44:32

an only child and her mom died when she was

44:34

young So she'd been shipped

44:36

off to boarding school ever since her elementary

44:38

days That sounded

44:40

lonely and I told her so She

44:43

just shrugged. Yeah, it is what it

44:45

is. I don't mind a Few

44:48

times I almost had the guts to reach for her

44:50

hand. I Was a dumb

44:52

kid. I'd never even kissed

44:54

a girl before so the whole holding

44:57

hand stain felt as frightening as a

44:59

marriage proposal. I Didn't

45:01

end up going through with it though. My

45:04

hands were so sweaty. They probably would have

45:06

slipped right through her fingers At

45:08

the very least it would have grossed her out teenage

45:11

fantasies though in The

45:14

ten minutes we spent walking down that trail. I felt

45:16

like we had a lot in common so

45:18

clearly we were meant to be We

45:21

both like to read we both liked the same bands

45:24

We both understood what it was like

45:26

to feel overlooked me by my family

45:29

her by her friends Her

45:31

friends were a real sticking point for

45:33

her when Robin said their

45:35

names She almost spat them out with

45:37

how angry she sounded Marie

45:40

Carrie Amy Danielle

45:44

Robin kicked a stick and sent it flying

45:46

off the path with the force They

45:49

only became my friend after we got stuck

45:51

on a group project together. I Ended

45:54

up doing most of the work. They took most of

45:56

the credit and ever since unless

45:58

I want to eat alone I let

46:00

them do what they want. They

46:03

don't sound like real friends," I said. I

46:06

don't think so either. Robin admitted, kicking

46:09

another stick before she seemed to sag under

46:11

the emotional weight of being a Loma High

46:13

School kid. But

46:15

it's either them or no one, and really,

46:18

what would you pick? Something

46:20

kind of sucks, or nothing that

46:22

sucks even more. I

46:25

didn't have an answer for that, so I shrugged. She

46:28

nodded. It's not the best,

46:30

but when I graduate, maybe I

46:32

can go to college and find some real

46:34

friends there. What are you going

46:37

to study? Don't know. Maybe

46:39

I'll be of that. I still got a lot

46:42

of time to decide, though. We

46:44

turned the corner in the path, and I cheered as

46:46

I spotted the girls' school through the tree line. It

46:49

wasn't super close, but I knew that meant we

46:51

were reaching the end of the trail, which

46:54

meant this challenge was almost over and I

46:56

could go back with the boys. We're

46:59

almost done. See, you proved

47:01

your friends wrong, Robin. Do

47:03

you believe in ghosts, dear? Robin

47:06

had come to the stop behind me, not budging

47:08

on the path. I turned

47:11

and frowned. I mean, I did the

47:13

challenge and nothing happened, so I

47:15

guess I don't. Robin

47:17

bowed her head before she gently pushed past me.

47:21

Walk carefully. She murmured

47:23

under her breath. She

47:25

felt like ice was forming crystals in

47:27

my skin, but I followed her. It

47:30

was a good thing she warned me. Even

47:33

with my flashlight, I just about missed the path, which

47:36

made a sudden turn to the right and, going

47:38

straight, led right into a steep ravine. This

47:41

is as far as I can go. This

47:44

is as far as I got, after all. Robin

47:47

stared into the ravine, keeping her face pointed

47:50

away from me. I

47:52

swallowed. What

47:54

are you talking about, Robin? The

47:56

soft sob caught in her throat before

47:58

she steadied herself. When

48:01

my friends ditched me on this path, they

48:03

didn't leave me with a flashlight. I

48:06

had to walk back completely in the dark. I

48:08

was soberly, and when I saw the school, I

48:10

started running. I didn't see

48:12

the curve until it was too late. Your

48:15

friends didn't either. My

48:18

breath caught. No, she

48:20

wasn't serious. This was

48:22

just a joke, and I was waiting for the punchline.

48:25

But she didn't move, so

48:27

I looked down in the ravines. The

48:31

beam of my flashlight landed

48:33

on three all-too-still bodies. Even

48:36

with blood soaking their clothes, I could

48:39

recognize our school uniform. Philip.

48:42

Jesse. Frank. All

48:45

three of them were at the bottom of the ravine, all

48:47

of them too still. Two of them,

48:49

face down except for Frank. Frank's

48:52

face was twisted in terror. The

48:54

hollows, where eyes were supposed

48:56

to be, just gaping holes.

48:59

Red dripping down his cheeks like

49:01

tears. They looked like something out

49:03

of a nightmare. That couldn't be

49:05

my friends, could it? I'm

49:08

glad you turned around. I

49:10

didn't want to turn around now. The

49:13

air was colder now. I

49:15

could feel the wind biting into me

49:17

like icy fangs. But

49:19

I did. Robin

49:21

was different now, or maybe she'd been different the

49:23

whole time, and I just wasn't able to see.

49:26

She was bone-thin, her features sunken, her

49:28

skin drained of any color. Her

49:31

glasses were smashed, but did little to

49:33

hide. In fact, her eyes

49:35

were glazed over, turning them almost milky

49:37

white. Blood clotted on

49:40

her forehead, sticky and dark. I

49:43

didn't die in the fall. I just hit

49:45

my head. Broke my

49:47

legs. No one

49:49

came looking for me. My

49:52

father didn't ask why I stopped sending letters.

49:55

My so-called friends were too scared to admit that they

49:57

were the reason I'd been out here. It

50:00

took me days to die. Robin

50:03

tilted her head to the side, her

50:05

tangled braid flopping back over her shoulder.

50:09

They did come back, weeks later. But

50:12

they didn't leave. I

50:14

would have been happy to move on after I killed them,

50:17

but I just made things worse for myself

50:19

because now they're stuck here too. Robin

50:22

snivelled and wiped away rusty tears from

50:25

her cheeks. You're

50:27

no deal. You're the first person to ever

50:29

look back at me. You're really

50:31

nice. I wish I could have

50:33

met when I was alive. She

50:36

took a step closer to me and I froze

50:38

up as she reached up to touch my cheek.

50:41

The vinegar tips were ice cold and ragged

50:43

like she'd tried to claw her way up

50:45

the ravine and just succeeded

50:48

in ripping open her hands. She

50:51

had to step on tiptoe, but she

50:53

managed to brush her freezing lips against

50:55

mine. You would have been

50:57

a great boyfriend. Run. Don't

51:00

look back until we get to the other end of

51:02

the trail. The others? They're

51:05

not going to be so kind if they get their hands

51:07

on you. Run. I

51:10

didn't need to be told twice. I

51:13

bolted like a scared deer, nearly

51:15

dropping my flashlight. I

51:17

wanted to turn back to tell Robin, but what?

51:21

Thanks for not killing me? Ask

51:23

her why she was sparing me? But I

51:26

didn't. I listened to her

51:28

instructions and I ran. The

51:30

wind howled in my ear, sounding

51:32

like the angered screeches of a

51:34

thousand demons, or perhaps a

51:37

troop of girls whose awful prank on the

51:39

lonely Robin would be their last. The

51:42

other oak tree wasn't much further, but

51:44

I was still sweating buckets by the time I skidded

51:47

to a stop next to it. I was

51:49

shaking so badly that I thought I

51:51

was going to pass out. Now

51:53

on the other side, I allowed

51:56

myself to look back. I

51:58

was alone. perfectly, entirely,

52:01

alone. The only

52:03

thing I could hear now was a

52:05

bird calling in the distance. I waited

52:07

until morning until I made the trek

52:09

back to school. I

52:12

was not going back onto that path in the

52:14

dark. Unlike Robin's so-called friends,

52:16

though, I didn't wait to tell a

52:18

staff member that something had happened. I

52:21

didn't tell the whole truth—I didn't want

52:23

to be shipped off to the crazy house. I

52:26

just said we went out to the ghost trail, and

52:28

I reached the end, but they never showed up.

52:31

It didn't take them long to find the bodies. Cops

52:34

had questions, but in the end the case

52:37

would just go cold. It

52:39

was too strange to be in Atchocosses,

52:42

but there was no way I was able to

52:44

get the drop on the three other boys, cut

52:47

their throats and gouge out their eyes—all

52:49

with not a mark on me or

52:51

any blood in my clothes. I

52:54

had just been a lucky survivor. I

52:57

ended up looking up Robin. Sure

52:59

enough, she'd gone missing just a few years

53:01

before, but they'd only found her when

53:03

they went to look for the other girls. By

53:06

then she was little more than bones—she'd

53:09

been buried in a local cemetery. I

53:12

went there once before I went home. It

53:14

was pretty overgrown, but I cleaned it up.

53:17

Left some wildflowers on the headstone,

53:20

told her thank you for saving my life, told

53:23

her I was sorry about what had happened to

53:25

her. I was met with

53:27

silence, but on the way back I

53:29

happened to pass the trailhead for the

53:31

supposed ghost trail. It was

53:34

just a second, a flash

53:36

out of the corner of my eye, but

53:39

I swore I saw a girl in

53:41

uniform smiling at me. Perhaps

53:44

she was thanking me too, just

53:46

for being her friend. I

54:02

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54:04

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