Chilluminati Podcast - Midweek Mini - Haunted on Vacation!

Episode Date: May 1, 2025

From Minisode 202, October 2024 All you lovely people at Patreon! HTTP://PATREON.COM/CHILLUMINATIPOD Jesse Cox - http://www.youtube.com/jessecox Alex Faciane - http://www.youtube.com/user/superbeardbros Editor - DeanCutty http://www.twitter.com/deancutty Show art by - https://twitter.com/JetpackBraggin http://www.instagram.com/studio_melectro

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You said you said oh my god stop and then of course that meant keep going and so I did it and then you reminded Me was a brand deal. That's why I stopped Here's here's what I'm gonna say about this. We never acknowledge it, really. Scary Game Squad, I don't know why, it is one of the most chaotic opener, like any time you watch the show, the first four minutes is just, like there should be like a super cut

of just the first four minutes, and you just have to, there should be a game show where you have to guess what episode, what what game we are about to play just from listening to the nonsense that we're talking about before we remember that the game is on in front of us. Welcome to the Minnesota for not scared. We forgot the Minnesota is on in front of us. Well, listen, we just did the Halloween special episode. We did.

And it was a great little mixture of listener stories. So I thought we teased a really long one that we didn't read on the show. What if I read it? Please do. That might be the whole mini-soba. We'll see how it goes. Oh my god. Yeah, this is a big one. It's a very big one. Let's just see how it goes.

This is, I keep getting haunted on vacation by various fancy hats. Hi fellas. Hi fellas. It is the title of the mini-series too. In the spirit of Spooktober, I thought I would share two strange experiences I have had in the last couple of years. Happy for these to be read on the pod. I would caveat these stories by saying that I am a very skeptical, type A sort of person.

I enjoy stories about the supernatural or paranormal in the abstract, but tend to not believe any of them. With the exception of these two stories, I have never had any strange or paranormal experiences. I am a solicitor, what Americans would call an attorney, specializing in litigation, and as part of my job, I regularly deal with witnesses and witness evidence. I am well acquainted with the unreliability of witness testimony and the fallibility of the human mind. I am aware that these experiences, or at least my recollection of them, could be explained

as false memories. That my subconscious mind has, in the process of recalling these events, reconstructed them to be more interesting than they actually were. I don't know how reliable my stories are. All I can say is that I am recalling them as best I can and not knowingly embellishing them that is the most lawyer written paragraph that I love that. No, that's great. Yeah. It reminds me of my friend Andrew who's a lawyer

and I don't know if he listens to this but it reminds me of Andrew. With all that said, here are my stories for what they're worth. The cabin in the woods. In early April 2023, my girlfriend and I were on vacation road tripping through Appalachia. For most of our trip, we were traveling on the Blue Ridge Parkway through Virginia in North Carolina. And our last days of the trip were to be spent in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park straddling the North Carolina Tennessee border. As an Englishman, I wasn't aware of Appalachia's spooky reputation until after this trip. I knew that outside of the tourist areas, the region was known for post-industrial decline

and poverty, but being from an ex-mining village in northern England, I was used to that. I didn't know that Appalachia was supposedly a supernatural hotspot, or that the area had such rich paranormal lore. Frankly, if I had known this at the time, it would have made me enjoy the trip even more. And let me tell you, speaking of teases for next year, I I'm going to tease something for next year. Something about Appalachia. Road trip through Appalachia.

Up the mountains, down the valleys, never come to the haulers. Something for Appalachia next year. Mathis. Me? me, Mathis? Me? Yeah, I'm there. Um, yeah. Anyway, we were coming towards the end of our trip and had arrived in Asheville, North Carolina, a wonderful city close to the Tennessee border and the Great Smoky Mountains. Up to this point, we had been staying in motels, but for our last two nights I had booked something special.

A secluded cabin in the woods. Always works out, always works out good. This wasn't one of those cabins that is part of a larger corporate development, which are pretty common in the area. It was an honest to goodness cabin in the middle of the woods, presumably somebody's holiday home that they rent out on Airbnb when they're not using it.

The cabin was about an hour outside of Asheville in the hills around Waynesville for those who know the area. After a morning of hiking and an afternoon exploring Asheville, we started making our way out there. We were about halfway to the cabin driving on a relatively busy two-lane road when the rain started. It rains a lot in England, but notwithstanding the occasional tantrum, English rain is insipid and drab Another very English sentence a constant drip rather than a torrent. This was different. It was biblical relentless It pounded the roof of the car so hard We couldn't hear the radio the wind that accompanied the rain was shoving the car while I was driving and violently shaking the trees

Flanking either side of the road. I had never experienced anything like it The car's window wipers were working at full speed, but they couldn't keep up. We could barely see 15 feet ahead of us, and anything past that was gray haze. Eventually, the traffic was forced to a dead stop, the cars waiting until the sky spent itself. Within 5 or 10 minutes, the rain had slowed to a dribble, and cars started moving again. I drove the rest of the way to the cabin very carefully, dodging pieces of tree in the road and trying not to aqua plane into oncoming traffic. The cabin was built on

the side of a heavily forested hill a few hundred feet back from a quiet country road. To get to it, we had to leave the road drive up a narrow dirt track that worked its way up the hill with three or four tight switchbacks and no barriers. The rain had turned the track hazardously muddy. Several arse puckering wheel spinning minutes later, we finally arrived and parked in a sheltered parking space about 15 meters, aka 50 feet from the front door. The cabin was much larger than I had anticipated.

It was log built with two stories and a cherry red roof. Perfect for getting murdered inside of. That was editorial license that last line. I just needed to take a sip of water. We entered the code on the lock box outside, took the key and opened the front door. The cabin seemed even larger from the inside. The front door opened into an open plan room that was bigger than our apartment. The left side of the room was a large kitchen and living area, and the right was a large dining area and bar. Between the dining table and the

bar were double doors leading to the master bedroom slash bathroom, and there was a dartboard on the wall to the right of these doors. Immediately to the right of the front door was a set of stairs leading to the much smaller second floor, where there was another bedroom and a bathroom. We were slightly overwhelmed by the size of the place. I was expecting something much more snug, but after a moment we lugged our suitcases in from the car and started unpacking. We were about an hour from sunset now and it was starting to get a little dim so I flipped a light switch. Nothing. We tried all the other switches in the cabin to the same effect, then found the circuit breakers and flipped them, but no change.

The power was out, and the sun was going down. While we were running around flipping switches, we also noticed that there was a leak in the ceiling in the middle of the living area, so we took a pan from the kitchen and put it on the floor to catch the water. I was relatively relaxed about the situation, but my girlfriend was getting agitated. She spooks easily and is the sort of person who has sleepless nights if she watches a horror movie. We were literally in an isolated cabin in the middle of the woods in Appalachia with the sun steadily going down and the power out. We had no flashlights other than our phones. Nobody knew where we

were. We had no phone service and we'd have to drive down a treacherous muddy track to leave. This was the closest we had ever been to the opening scene in a horror movie, and understandably she wasn't loving it. Things weren't looking great, so I tried to call the owner of the property, pacing to every corner of the cabin to get service. Eventually, I got a bar of service on the deck outside and got through to him. He was nice enough, but he lived in New York and wasn't much help. He told us that the roof was prone to leaking in heavy rain.

He asked us exactly where the leak was and told us to leave the pan there to catch the water and that he would take a look the next time he was there. Regarding the power outage, he looked something up while we were on the phone and told us that the storm earlier had knocked out power for the whole area and that we'd just have to wait until it was fixed. Apparently this happens a lot and it's usually fixed the same day. Having spoken to the owner, we decided to wait it out a little longer and see if the power came back before dark.

At this point, I began checking the rest of the ceilings in the cabin for leaks, and that's when I noticed the ants. Ants were all over the cabin. They were on the floors, the walls, the dining table, the kitchen counters, everywhere. The weird thing was that the ants were all dead. Dozens and dozens of dead ants, huge by my English standards. They weren't dry or desiccated either, they looked alive. Fat and fresh. It was odd, but frankly, it infuriated me more than anything. We had saved months for this vacation. We paid a lot of

money for this cabin, more than we could afford really, and thought it would be a nice romantic memory for us, and instead we had a leaky roof, no power and a carpet of dead insects. I hate ants. I hate mess. I hate feeling like I don't have control of a situation. So I started cleaning up the ants.

I couldn't stop the roof from leaking. I couldn't get them. I couldn't get them in your windows. That's such, it's so, it works like a trick. I couldn't stop the roof from leaking. Send them in your windows, everybody. Send them in your windows. That's such, it's so, it works like a trick. I couldn't stop the roof from leaking. I couldn't get the power back on and I couldn't make the woods less creepy but I could get rid of the ants.

I spent the next 20 minutes or so scouring every square foot of floor and wall, picking up dead ants in tissue paper and dropping them in a plastic bag. Eventually, I came to the dart board at the far end of the living room next to the doors leading to the bedroom. The dartboard was at head height with a short cabinet directly beneath it against the wall.

I inspected the board carefully. The black cork of the board would hide any dead ants well, so I put my face right up to it, spotted a couple, and plucked them off with my tissue. There were no darts in the board, so I checked the cabinet beneath it and found some tired-looking board games and three darts. I left these where they were and carried on with my ant cleanup. While I was doing this, my girlfriend was sat nervously in the living area at the other side of the room.

Around the time the sun left the sky but before twilight was replaced entirely by night, we decided that we couldn't wait any longer and we would not be staying in the cabin. We wouldn't have time to repack our things and get our suitcases in the car before night came down completely and I didn't like the idea of driving down the muddy track in total darkness so we decided to leave our things as they were and head to a hotel with only our backpacks and toiletries. We closed all of the curtains, made sure all of the doors and windows were locked,

and left. We spent an uneventful night in a motel about an hour away and drove back to the cabin at around 9 a.m. the next morning. About 10 minutes away from the cabin, we saw a crew working to remove a fallen tree from some power lines. I'm gonna take a sip of water

because this is getting a little extensive. It's a long, you see why I was like, you know, maybe we'll do this one right now. You know what? This is really well done. So I'm in a way that I keep expecting things like I thought it was going to be. I went to the dart board and there was darts impaling ants in the dark. I was like, I was ready for it to get weird. Yeah. That would be actually such a great like beginning of a story. All right. Anyway, when we arrived at the cabin, the power was still out and everything was where we had left it. Given the crew we passed on the way in, we were confident the power we back up later in the day. So we decided

to just get changed, go about our day as planned and return to the cabin that afternoon. While spottering around the cabin getting ready. However, I noticed something odd. Embedded in the dartboard next to the bedroom were three darts. The darts that I had left in the cabinet beneath the dartboard. The darts didn't look like they had been placed there. They were distributed on the board in such a way that it seemed like someone who wasn't very good at darts had thrown them.

I stood staring at the board for thirty seconds or so, trying to figure out how this had happened. I had been there only half a day earlier, and the cabin's three lone darts had been stored away in the cupboard, not in the dartboard. I had had my face right up against the board looking for ants. If there were any darts in the board at that time, they would have taken my eye out. I also knew that in the time between me expecting the dartboard and us leaving the cabin, my girlfriend hadn't left her seat in the living room. Other than the darts, there were no indications that anybody had been in the cabin. Everything was exactly as we had left it.

All of the curtains were still closed, the doors and windows were locked, our stuff was in and around our suitcases as it was the night before, and so much water had dripped from the leak in the ceiling that it was spilling out of the pan we left there to form a doormat sized puddle on the living room floor. If the owner, who lived in New York, or a workman, had come in to fix the leak, why hadn't they fixed it, or at least emptied the pan? And if somebody had broken in, why were there no signs of forced entry, and why were our valuables untouched?

It was also very muddy outside, given the storm, but there were no footprints inside or outside of the cabin other than our own, and no tire tracks. I was racking my brain trying to think how these darts had gotten in the dartboard, and I just couldn't rationalize it. As much as it didn't make sense to me, I decided that I must have had a lapse of memory, that in the confusion of the previous night, for whatever reason, I must have put the darts in the board and forgotten. In any event, I resolved to leave the darts where they were and not tell my girlfriend

about it. I didn't want to pay for another night in a hotel and I knew she'd refuse to stay here if she thought someone or something had been in. We went about our day as planned, driving through the Great Smoky Mountains National Park and hiking a few trails. That is the equivalent, by the way, of getting bit by a zombie and not saying anything. Almost. Like, if later in this story, like I know you wrote this story so you guys didn't get axe murdered, but if you did, that would have been the heartbreak moment when you watched the movie twice. Alright, it was a clear blue day in one of the most naturally beautiful and charming places in the lower 48.

The Appalachian Range, of which the Great Smoky Mountains forms part, is one of the oldest mountain ranges in the world, older than the dinosaurs, older than trees. At Newfound Gap, where the border of Tennessee and North Carolina meet high in the Smokies, you can look east and see rows of tree-blanketed peaks stretching into the far distance like waves. At that time of year, just before spring, the landscape in the near distance is two-tone, with deep green fir and spruce covering the peaks at higher altitudes, giving way to bare gray deciduous trees in the valleys. As you look further towards the horizon, the ridges of the ancient mountains undulate on and on, and the greens

and grays turn silvery blue, giving this part of the Appalachian range its other name, the Blue Ridge Mountains. Suffice it to say that by the time we were heading back to the cabin late that afternoon, I was in a good mood and I had forgotten all about the darts. The water, water break, moved away from the white debris and chocolate rain. When we arrived, the power was finally back up and half of the lights in the cabin were on, a result of our manic switch flipping the night before. We were relaxed and settling into what seemed like the quaint forest retreat we were hoping for.

The cabin was charming and warm now that we had electricity, and as day began giving way to night, we went out to the deck and watched the sunset. It was night time now, and we had had a long day so we decided to put on our PJs and get into bed. My girlfriend was tidying in the kitchen as I went to the bedroom to get changed. As I passed through the bedroom door, I noticed something. To my right, where three darts should be protruding from the board, there was vacant space. Nothing. The darts were gone.

There is a strange feeling of disjuncture that one feels when presented with the reality of what is that is completely different from what you know should be. The mind bypasses fear and beelines instead for a detached curiosity. Instead of raving like a lunatic at the strangeness of what you're seeing, you instead furrow your brow, narrow your gaze and say, huh, that's weird. This was a, huh, that's weird, moment. I checked the cabinet under the dartboard and there were the darts lying neatly next to the dusty old board games. I could write off the darts being lodged in the board this morning, but I couldn't dismiss this. I knew with absolute certainty that I had left the darts in

the board when we left for the day, and once again, there were no signs that anybody had been here, and no reason for anybody to be here. My girlfriend had been right by me since we got back to the cabin, and she hadn't been anywhere near the dartboard either. I had to know if somebody had been in the cabin. So I turned on the outdoor light, went out to the deck again and called the owner. I didn't tell him what had happened. I just told him that the power's back on and the roof had stopped leaking before casually asking if anybody had been here. He said no. I asked if anybody else had a key. No, just him. He had two more sets of keys, but he was in New York. As I put the phone down, I suddenly felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. It wasn't

outright panic yet, more a cold realization that we might be in a dangerous situation. The only rational explanation was that somebody had broken into the cabin to fuck with us and left no trace. Whoever they were, they weren't in the cabin. There was nowhere for them to hide that wouldn't have been obvious. The bulk of the cabin was open plan and the bedrooms and bathrooms had no hiding places. If it was a person that was doing this, they were probably outside with me. I walked back inside as calmly as I could, closed the door, checked that every door and

window was locked, and closed every curtain. It was pitch black outside now, and it didn't seem like a smart idea to try and drag all of our things—three large suitcases and backpacks, etc.—to the car, which was fifty feet from the front door. All this in mind, I decided we would stay in the cabin, and that I wouldn't tell my girlfriend about the darts. For the rest of the night, we made sure we were stay in the cabin and that I wouldn't tell my girlfriend about the darts. For the rest of the night we made sure we were never in separate rooms, and when it came to bedtime I double-checked every door and window and suggested we slept in the upstairs bedroom because of the ants."

My girlfriend slept like a baby that night, oblivious to what had happened. I spent most of the night staring at the door to the bedroom, listening for any movement outside or on the creaky stairs up to the second floor, and ready to grab the bear spray I'd quietly put on the bedside table. Thankfully, the night passed without incident, and in the morning we hastily packed up the car and left. My girlfriend could tell something was off, and after about an hour of driving she asked me what was wrong. So I told her what had happened. Surprisingly, she was actually glad that I hadn't told her anything. She said that if she had known, she probably would have had a panic attack and that making sure everything was locked

and sleeping upstairs was the best thing to do. Well, there you go. Okay, I was wrong. I did not know this person. You got your answer. I don't know who or what put the darts in the dartboard and took them back out again. The idea of somebody trudging through the woods and breaking in without leaving any trace just to do that is disturbing and the alternatives aren't much better. We both agreed we'd never stay in the cabin in the woods again. The woman in the hallway.

The next story is more recent and much more disturbing to me. Last month, my girlfriend and I were on vacation again, this time in Spain. This was very much a sign. Stop going on vacation, there's the lesson. Stop it, my girlfriend and I were on vacation again, this time in Spain. This was very much a vacation. There's the lesson. Stop it. Cut it out. It sounds nice. Universe wants you not to relax. I like where you chose to go. This was a very much a sunbathe by the pool like a lizard and chill the fuck out kind of holiday. And we were staying in the type of all inclusive hotel that is par for the course in Spanish beach resort, Spanish

beach resorts. That's a hard one to say Spanish beach resorts. Our hotel room was about as normal as you can get for this sort of hotel. As you entered there, there was a as you entered there was a long hallway with a bathroom on the right and a wardrobe on the left. The hallway led to a normal hotel bedroom with a double bed and sliding doors at the far end that led to a south facing balcony. Everything in the room was white cream or light wood and the sliding doors at the far end that led to a south-facing balcony. Everything in the room was white, cream, or light wood, and the sliding doors led in a lot of light. The hotel had been recently renovated, so everything was modern. The room was nice,

but it was about as benign and characterless as you could get. There was nothing creepy about it at all. I only say this because the first time I stepped into the room, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I inexplicably felt a strong feeling that I should not be here. It is difficult to describe, but I'm sure we have all felt this feeling at some point. A gut instinct about a building or room or situation that something is off but you don't know what. An anomalous feeling of wrongness that prods your lizard brain and sticks you to the spot. Being in that room felt like standing on the edge of a cliff. And I have no idea why. You know something? I was

watching a video apropos of nothing about spies. This lady who's like the master of disguise for like the CIA or some shit and her husband is the guy from multiple times. Yeah, yeah. Her husband. You love Turtle Club. That's one of the movies you've seen is Dana multiple times. Yeah. Yeah, her husband, you love Turtle Club? Turtle, turtle. That's one of the movies you've seen is Dana Carvey's Master of Disguise. He said multiple times and he loves it.

Multiple times I've seen that movie. This says a lot. You know there's other movies. Yeah. There's a lot of other movies out there you might like if you like that one, I think. Oh, that's pretty. What was I fucking talking about?

Oh yeah, this lady from the CIA. She was saying that it's actually because she's run a lot of missions. Like I said, her husband is the guy who Ben Affleck played in Argo. She was saying that it's like totally normal and natural and like justifiable and forgivable for a spy to like bail just from like vibes on like any mission, even if it's crucial, just like the the vibe isn't right. Yeah. Like you just don't, you just don't do it. Yeah. Isn't that weird? It's so many stories of that, even in like modern times of like, you're like, I get people like, I had a weird feeling and go and this weird,

bad thing happened. It's just like, sometimes you just get this weird just gut instincts. Yeah. Really, really interesting. Anyway, having lived in England my whole life, I've been in and stayed in some very old classically creepy places. And I've never had the feeling I had in this bland hotel room. Shit, I hadn't even felt like this in the cabin. It was weird and disconcerting, but eventually my instincts gave way to the banality of the room. I put my initial feelings to the back of my mind and enjoyed the vacation. It was the fifth night of the vacation when it happened. We had had a great time so far.

We spent our days eating, sunbathing, swimming, and generally having a nice break together. To top it off, I'd been sleeping like a baby every night. It was the most relaxed I'd been in a long time. That night, I woke up from a dreamless sleep. I thought it must have been close to morning, so I rolled over and checked the time on my phone. 4.30am. I still had a few hours before we would be getting up, but I was pretty well rested and felt wide awake, so I stretched, rolled onto my back, and scrolled through Reddit on my phone for a while.

After about 10 minutes, I plugged my phone back in and put it on the bedside table face up. I was laid on my side, facing the hallway and the front door. As soon as my phone screen flicked off, I saw her. There was a woman in the hallway. It seemed like she was fully nude, but her legs were the only part I could see completely clearly. The rest of her above the waist was barely visible and seemed to be in shadow despite

there being no light to cast a shadow. She was stood completely still with her arms by her sides. I could tell she had long hair hanging down to her hips and I felt like she was staring right at me even though I couldn't see her face. Based on what I could see she seemed like a young, quite petite woman. My immediate thought was that it was my girlfriend sleepwalking or something, even though she had never sleepwalked before. I called out my girlfriend's name and received no response.

I tried again, but realized with a sinking feeling that my girlfriend was still in bed with me. Without taking my eyes off the woman, I moved my foot out behind me to see if my girlfriend was there. She was. This woman was not my girlfriend, and she was stood in the hallway staring right at me. I hadn't heard a door, so she must have been there at least the entire time I had been awake. I was frozen for a while, my mind erasing.

She still didn't move. Eventually, I rationalized that if there was a naked young woman stood in our hallway, she probably wasn't a threat. She was most likely drugged up and totally out of it. If I shouted or confronted her, she would probably freak out, so I started nudging my girlfriend's leg behind me with my foot and quietly saying her name to wake her up. We would be much better handling the situation together than I would on my own. Just when I heard my girlfriend stirring next to me, however, I noticed something horrible. The woman's feet weren't touching the floor. My stomach dropped, and I panicked.

I turned to my girlfriend for a split second and shouted her name to wake her. When I turned back around, the woman was halfway to the bed and moving towards me rapidly, though no part of her was actually moving. It was like she was frozen solid and moving towards the bed on rails. I shot my hand out to the light switch and turned it on. The second the light came on, she was gone. I hadn't taken my eyes off of her, she just vanished. At this point, my girlfriend was awake and I was shaking like a shitting dog. I told her what had happened and she was about as scared as I was. We turned on the TV and all the lights until the sun came up, then went about our day as normally as we could. I didn't see anything else in that room, but our last few nights were pretty

uncomfortable and we slept with the light on. I don't know why I saw what I saw. I don't drink, don't currently take any drugs, prescription or otherwise, and have no personal or family history of hallucinations. Hell, I've taken mushrooms on multiple times in the past and never had visual hallucinations. I was feeling very relaxed at the time and was getting a lot of sleep, so I wasn't sleep deprived. I've never had night terrors, and whilst I have had sleep paralysis a handful of times, I was always paralyzed and never saw anything. This didn't feel like sleep paralysis.

I had been wide awake on my phone for at least 10 minutes before it happened and had full control of my body throughout. Furthermore, there was something more about this experience, something strange that I have left out of the story when telling my friends because it sounds crazy. As soon as the woman started moving towards me, I felt something which is difficult to describe. I don't know how, but I knew with absolute certainty that whatever this was, it wanted to hurt me.

It didn't speak or express itself in any way, and I couldn't even see its face, but it exuded malice like fire exudes heat. It was a complete wrongness that I had never felt before and could barely comprehend. It felt like I was falling and she was the ground. I knew, knew that if she reached me, I would die. Whatever I saw, that feeling, that wrongness was real. This is what has haunted me ever since. Hope you enjoyed these stories and I'd love to hear any explanations anyone might have.

P.S. I'm a long time listener and three times COXCON attendee. Shout out to the shithole that is Telford. Holy shit. Hope the boys can get out to England sometime soon for a live show. Keep up the good work. The views of this reader, listener, do not reflect the views of the hosts.

Telford was a beautiful place. I got engaged there. It's a fine place to go eat Nando's or Pizza Express or any of the other things that are available all over the entire country. All right. It's a beautiful time out in Telford. I think that's enough for today, right? I do. I had a new story of a psychic who actually found a dead

body, but we can wait. We'll get it next time. We'll have it for next time. It's on deck. I had a new story of a psychic who actually found a dead body but uh We can wait. We'll get it next time. It's on deck. Yeah. I got on that was great I loved every bit of that the only thing look I'm gonna give you a little advice on storytelling the only thing that would have made That story better is as the spirit approached you you saw three darts in her hand. That's it My god, I thought you were gonna say you're like did you know something? No, no, I'm trying to full circle like she was always there messing with the darts and then she brought you the darts and she was like angry when you're on vacation.

I'm on vacation. Yeah. Thank you guys so much. I hope you enjoyed your Halloween. We'll be back next week with a brand new Minnesota. We appreciate you. We love you. Goodbye. Goodbye. Bye.