CreepCast - Waffle House Horror | CreepCast

Episode Date: September 27, 2026

Coming to you live from Isaiah's favorite place in the world, we read about what happens in the back of a local diner. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome back to Creepcast. No. I need you to be a louder. We're in an intimate setting. I think this is fine. Is that not good? I think you need to be louder. The what?

I think you need to be louder. I don't want to be louder. I think you need to be louder. I don't want to be louder. I think this is what you should do. I think you should be not your normal loud, but like a little bit loud, you know. Welcome back to Creepcast. Today we're recording in, we're recording in Isaiah's favorite place on Earth. We're recording.

I am so alive right now. I feel satisfied. You look like you're in the most steak event all weekend. I'm having such a great time. If you haven't noticed, we're recording in a waffle house.

This is like... This is like, yeah. Hold on, like, clink the mug with me. Let me... Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. That's stuff. We're recording in a waffle house. This was a hairbrain scheme that I had

that hunters graciously allowed me to do. I feel like you're my dad taking me to the park. Like, oh, they've got the rides. today. It's the last batch of record. It's the last of the recordings that we're doing. Yeah, we're so... This is 11. This is recording 11

and 3 days. So this is our little like fun getaway time. Yeah. It should be good. This is, I'm so, I'm alive right now. Today we're reading O'Malley's Family Restaurant. So, the story is called Omali's Family Restaurant. Uh, and it was written by

by, it's creepyboss.com. They ain't forger and stuff weird. Okay, I'm not seeing an author. Can we get an author check real quick? If it's not the fandom, it's always hard because sometimes they don't post that shit there. Well, fandom, it's just like the story and they don't give a lot of detail to it. Stand by. It normally doesn't happen. I'm gonna let you know right now. This coffee's gonna run through me. And when I do, I'm taking the camera to the bathroom with me. That's what I'm gonna. And whatever horror happened, then that's totally fine with me. Everyone's got to be a part of it. You know, I boldly said earlier, I was like,

Oh, I'm not going to, uh, I'm, uh, wait, by, I. E.S. Hold on. I think I found, I had it, but it's weird, formatted. Umalley's family restaurant, creepy pasta, author question mark, according to this YouTuber. Wait, so. No one knows who wrote this? Wait, so O'Malley's family restaurant, who, when was this written? Was this like a before 2010 kind of story? No, it was posted to, well, the YouTube video of someone read was three years ago, but I guess the story could be a older. I'm not seen on the website. Is this a mystery author? I think it's a mystery author. I'm not seeing a date this was posted. Yeah, I don't know when this was posted or who posted. Whatever, who fucking cares?

It's called O'Malley's Family Reston. Oh, Malley's Family Restaurant. We're having to read from our phones, so we're not... I'm reading the Waffle House menu. He's reading the Woffel House menu. I'm going to be reading from my phone. So if it looks like I'm texting that stuff, just know that it's... It's me reading the story.

They just look as she's gay for him on my phone. Yeah, you're... Oh, your camera the whole time just scrolling pictures of guys kissing. You, uh, are, are you a little out of your element right now? Because, like, you wouldn't yell creepcast. I'm horrible at recording a public. And now you're afraid about being accused of being on your phone when we're clearly reading a story. So.

Well, I thought, I didn't know if people were going to think, I didn't want to sit there and be like this. And then people were like, oh, you're just on his phone the whole time, which would be obvious, but I don't know. You ever watched something here like he wasn't even paying attention? He was just on his phone. No. Oh, I see that sometimes. Whatever, dude, I'm human. I think people are beautiful and my life is filled with love.

I'm so, I'm so thrilled. You can't take this from me. And then also for people wondering, we're not fucking going to order food and be gobbling it up. You know, you said that, and I said that too, I'd be like, I'm not going to order till afterwards. Are you going to order? I've been thinking about a waffle. Are you going to eat one waffle? We are at the house of waffles.

No, no, no. I'm going to eat like an actual, a delicacy. after we record, but during the recording I feel like I feel like we should at least if you should order and have it on the table if you go to the bathroom I'm going to order a waffle.

Can I have one normal waffle? Is there seasonal waffle still the firework one? I think it is. No, but if it's something else I want to know. It's probably still the popper. It's just like pop rocks on there, which was good a few times.

I'm not crazy about it. Actually, let's have Joe. A peanut butter waffle. There you go. Yeah, there you go. Yeah, exactly. Yeah, I'll do a peanut roll.

I'm so happy right now. You're about to say something. Just I go, you're like, listen. No, no, no. No, I think that's totally cool. I think I'm ready to start. No, I mean before that. Yeah, I cut you off because I was excited.

I don't remember. Okay. I couldn't tell you. Logo facing out. Also, to be clear, because there will be accusations of this, we are not. paid to do this. This is a trial run that we're trying to do with him.

Please God, notice me. Bridge the gap, please. I've been in their Instagram comments for a year. They'll post something. They'll post something and I'll come and be like, hi, I'll write in like, in the little asterisk. It's like, get sweaty, notices you,

points of fingers. I was wondering, could we be partners? I think Kayla posted a picture because this isn't a joke. I sound a little too crazy right now. When my daughter was born, I was wearing a Waffle House t-shirt. I didn't think about it at the time. But Caleb posted a picture from the delivery room and was like,

Isaiah met our daughter in a Waffle House t-shirt and tagged Waffle House. The Waffle House was like, congratulations. And I replied and I was like, thanks for noticing me, Simpie. I love Waffle House. I like how it's literally just a southern restaurant that serves waffles and eggs. You know what I like about it. Do you want any coffee? You could go.

I will take a refill if you don't mind. also hi how are you I have perfect could I actually I know I said earlier that I wouldn't eat till afterwards could I get a peanut butter waffle perfect I'll do a

I'll put it in order to then I'll do Are we getting food food right now? Sure Well I don't want to like eat eat I'll do an all-star special All right he's going in I'll do scrambled eggs

I'll do bacon I'll do hash browns. I'll do cheese on the hash browns. I'll do white toast. Can I do a chocolate chip waffle? Thank you. That was a respectable order besides the scrambled eggs. The best thing to get here and the thing I get every time,

you get the cheesecake hash brown bowl as it comes with the onions, and then you put two eggs over easy on top and then ketchup. You need to calm the fuck down. I'm so excited. I'm fired up. Thank you. This guy gets it. He understands.

Will you be ordering a bowl, too? We've had an, we have an entourage of people ordering steak bowls then. Yes. Do you, do you want the, what I got? All right, he wants a cheese steak, cash brown bowl with the onions, two eggs over easy on top. Do you like your eggs over easy? Perfect.

Excellent. It's just like a traditional pokey bowl. Look, what I love about Waffle House. And again, not paid, not sponsored. I just asked to do this for myself. We're just here. We walked in and we're like, can we record? And they're like, we don't care.

What I love about Waffle House is regardless of where you are, regardless of... This is true crime footage. This is true. This is you about to murder me. Murdered his partner later that night. You're not going to ruin this for me.

Regardless of where you are, it is the same quality of worker. They're always hospitable. They're always eager. And it is the same quality of food that it always tastes like a good American hash brown bowl. What violence, though, statistically, at Wafel House, huh? Because it's the only restaurant that's open 24 hours everywhere. So at 2 a.m.

What of things happening at 11 a.m. the morning now, huh? Say it again? A lot of, a lot of violence happening between the hours of 11 a.m. and 3 p.m. The only fights I've ever seen at Waffle House have been at night. I've never witnessed a daytime fight at all right. Daytime, it's always the old guys, you know? The nighttime, it's when it gets, it's Waffle House Plus. It's like the new game plus mode.

Well, do you want to start reading? I was at a waffle house in North Carolina, and we had just got off a hike, and we had walked over there because it was across the street from the park. Right. And one of my friends didn't wear enough gear, and he was shivering. And the wait. Oh, thank you very much. Appreciate you. Thank you.

Thank you very much. Appreciate it. Thank you. We went to this walkie. one of my friends had gotten cold and he was shivering. Right. And the lady, the waitress, brought him a blanket. We were like, where'd you get the blanket from?

And she said when she worked at a Waffle House on the southern border of Texas, there'd be people that come in at night and they were freezing and everywhere to go. So she started bringing blankets to work and handing them out to people as they were walking through and stuff. That is the kind of, that attitude, that love of humanity, you do not find it in the other chain restaurant. you doing? I tried making a paper airplane. Out of a napkin. It is not sturdy enough, but I tried. You are in church. Show some respect. I'm sorry. Thank you. Okay. So with that, we're reading

O'Malley's family restaurant. Also in the comments, let me know what your Waffle House order is. Mine's better, but I'm just curious. I feel like me right now is how you see me all the time. Actually, that's extremely accurate, actually. Oh, I'm so happy. But I don't care. All right. What you're one going to get is over easy eggs in the jalapeno bowl. You know what's funny is the level of promo I'm doing right now?

For nothing. Yeah, for nothing. Because to anything else, if this was paid, it feels so fake. But this is just passion. It's just love of the game. Anyway, are you ready to begin, Hunter? Yes. Let's begin, O'Malley's family restaurant.

As younger siblings tend to do, I absolutely worshipped my older brother Calvin. He always seemed like the coolest person in the world to me. Show me that. Oh my gosh. Dude. That jump scary. I did not expect that. I thought it'd be funny if he cut the editor.

It's like, wow. Bro. What the... That's the most disrespe. I've seen people fistfight on these floors. That's the most disrespectful. respectful thing I've ever seen someone do here. I just think it's funny. You keep it going, whatever you blur or whatever.

And it's a funny edit. We don't even stop it. It just keeps going. As younger siblings tend to do, I always, I absolutely worshipped my older brother, Calvin. He always seemed like the coolest person in the world to me. No matter what he did, it fascinated me beyond belief. Everybody liked him. He was president of his class, a star baseball player. I just had an all-around great personality. Why did you scoff at that line? No one really likes the president of their class. Do they?

Now, if it was a star baseball player is pretty good. You know, it's funny. I was class president. That was, yeah. Actually, you know what? I've been seeing you. You haven't done one thing. Buddy, take care, man.

Have a good day, man. Appreciate you. That guy's a hero. We have to leave all this in, by the way. The extra stuff to talk. This is for an audience. Because we were worried that we didn't talk to people earlier Like now the people here knew what's going on

They could I said no he's married to the manager I talked to earlier, so Oh, okay, so they just passed out here All right, easy enough Do you want some of this hunter? No No I'd just say no like that

I just know, man, what the fuck? I'm not gonna be shame for not one Your fucking funeral. I want you to play with me. Also, you taught you I want you to play with me You topped up you you you hyped up that

fucking bowl and they didn't even get the bowl. I'm gonna eat it after we're done recording. I can't be reading and be like, this is an occasional treat. We'll go ahead. The pace. Yes, thank you. I'm gonna order the bowl after we eat. We'll give us at least a breakdown of like the texture, everything else. When you cut into this, what are you looking for? Okay, so what you're looking for?

Because they're all, the Waffle House Waffles always have the really shallow. So you can't over syrup it, really. Right? It's always on the top. Well, you can. Come up. No, yeah, not really. Oh, you can. So with the peanut butter? I mean, the waffle-house waffles are always like very, not doughy, but very soft on the inside. So as long as they're not on there too long, they always stays very soft and pleasant. Right.

Oh. Oh. This is my job. I'm at a Waffle House recording a scary story. Ten-year-old me would be so proud. He'd be like, dude, we're awesome. My job is being handcuffed to a man-child who's obsessed to a wife. awful house. Thank you so much.

Yeah, thank you. Thank you. That was an incredibly rude read. I'm going to I'm going to do the exact same thing. I'm going to get my butter. I'm going to smear around here. And really, truly, I think that people are going to say, well, this

episode was a bit of a wash because they didn't read the story as fast as they normally do. I'll tell you the real horrors of this is diabetes. And the future that I have with it. If you look at the amount of butter here, if you think that I'm making it two or three more years on this earth, you God, you are just ab-you couldn't have read it more wrong. You said five years the other day. You're taking yourself down. Well, I mean, look,

what's, what am I doing? Tomorrow you're going to be like, well, any moment now. Yeah, tomorrow I'm going to be like, well, it was nice seeing you, buddy. Hopefully I'll see you in two weeks. If not, it was nice knowing yet. You dropped me off at the airport and in the car care reined so off into the railing. I was like doing the pentagram. goes in don't do that I did I just did just poured a vinegar like I said you can't go over look at that that it is clearly over you are desecrating this place to me right now look at this fucking swamp I just poured it why do I want to take you anywhere I should have done this by myself are you on buttoning your shirt what are you doing right now

mm hmm it was good hmm oh it's good oh it It is. Thank you. Go ahead. Sit down. I would say he isn't like this, but he is like this. That's good. Do you want jelly? Oh, no. No, no. This is fine. You know, I've worked with this man for three years? Yeah, he's like this all the time. Thank you.

Someone understands. Oh, my gosh. It's good and good for you. I'll tell you what this. I'll tell you what this mean. This whole, this whole, This whole meal is high protein. Sugar and carbs. You went from scared... You went from scared to yelling here.

It's pretty confident I'm but in your shirt. I have to just break the mold at some point. Okay. Oh yeah, yeah. So this is my order. This is the thing. Always good. No, no, no. It is his. I'm just showing it off for the camera because it's my...

This is my go-to order. So, cheese steak, hash brown bowl. You got your hash brown. She got her cheese, your onions, your eggs, and your meat on top. It's delicious. You put ketchup on this? It's a whole other ball game. Catch up.

Catch up. All right. Anyway, Calvin, older brother, class president, baseball star, all that. Why don't you tell me the scariest thing that's ever happened to you at a Waffle House? Serious thing that ever happened. Because I actually have a horror story. I mean, every time I go to one, there's always something strange happening, and I think this qualifies. But, like, last one I was out, there was, like, a marching man outside that,

one of the waitresses was like a marching band director in high school so she was outside just directing them on like their strides or whatever so it's always something weird I'm trying to think of a scary experience there's been times I've been in one by myself and it's been kind of like odd

or like someone walk by looking just kind of like just strange people walk by have nothing to what's your poor story? My uncle PJ was drinking coffee here he was drinking coffee at at Waffle House and he got food as well. He had a stroke and was blind the rest of his life. I watched him have a stroke.

Have you seen anyone have a stroke? You watched your uncle have a stroke in a waffle house. How old were you? 12. Wow. What did you do? Unironically? Your uncle was having a stroke next to you and you kept eating waffles? Whoa. Oh no. Oh no. Did anyone help him? Oh, tons of people. I was 12. There's so many events that have happened to you that makes so much sense. What am I supposed to do as a 12 year old?

Actually, stand aside. I mean, I guess as long as other people are helping him, that's all you really can do, you know? He went stiff and he was basically, well, he was really fucked up because everyone in my family called him a porky pig for the long time, because when it happened, he did this. He was like, ha-a-a-a-ab-da-ha-b-b-whatever,

because your brain kind of skirts out, whatever? Yeah. Because what do you, he was like saying some drink coffee, and he started saying something. He's like, like this wasn't exactly, but he's just like, yeah,

I need to get more oil, my cook oil, like that, like that, and start doing that. I was like, what the fuck is wrong with you? And then,

uh, it kind of all sets in. Oh my gosh. But he's blind. Still. Like I said, there's so much to make sense about you.

God damn, I'll tell you what. A little bit of chocolate chips in the wash browns there. A little salt, a little sweet. Not bad. Never is.

Seriously, let's get down to reading the story. Calvin. Oh, my God. I'll tell you right now, I'm not going to make it. Even that half cup of coffee, I'm telling you, I'm going to have diarrhea. Should I take the camera in the bathroom? I got to have that? Oh, yeah.

I think I should keep reading while you're doing it so the camera can cut back and forth. All the girls thought he was. such a stud, much to my surprise. Although he was older, Calvin wasn't a stereotypical monster. I think that's why I got along so well. For one thing, he would never dream of hurting me in any way. When I told my

psychiatrist this, they couldn't believe it. An older brother that never once tortured his younger sister, there was no way one of those existed anywhere. Calvin was different. He never heard of fly. His bedroom door was always open whenever I needed someone to talk to. He let me lie on his floor and listened to his Led Zeppelin records with him

while I did his homework. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. As the two of us grew up, that doesn't have to be weird. As the two of us grew up in a small town in the middle of Rhode Island, we only became closer. Maybe it was because of our family situation,

but we both needed each other greatly. Our father was an alcoholic. He'd always come home drunk and take out all his anger on us. Calvin never let him get to me, though. He would let me sleep with him in his bed most nights, so I wouldn't have to hear our parents fighting through the bedroom walls alone.

Our mother was a saint. She was one of the only people I could turn to for help. She was the only one besides my brother who understood the pain. Sadly, she died when I was 13. The autopsy showed that mom had an overdose on painkillers. They ruled it as accidental, but I was never so sure. After she was gone, our father only got worse. It got so bad that the second he graduated,

Calvin moved into an apartment on the other side of town and took me with him. Our father barely protested. British Sherey never wanted kids in the first place. From then on, it was just Calvin and I, on our own in the big world. That's a bit of a hack, too. Putting a little bit of salt on the hash browns. Needing a little bit of salt, just a little bit of salt. I can respect that.

That's a respectable pick. You don't have to do it on the cheese steak bowl because you get the salt off the steak, because it's seasoned in there with like the salt and pepper and stuff like that, but I do agree. Stand alone. He attended the local community college. and worked part-time at a grocery store.

I'm gonna shit my pants in. It wasn't. I'm not a big coffee drinker every time, dude. It wasn't the most glamorous thing. But it helped to get the food on the table. I was hard to look after. I was deeply disturbed after such a tough childhood. I wasn't good at making friends or being friendly,

but my... The phony. He's having a hard time here. You know I should do? I should have done a canned cold brew. I think that would have said a little better. I like, for me, cold brew is always worse. That goes straight.

I drink coffee all the time and that goes through me quick. Really? Yeah. But my brother never turned his back on me. We were away from our broken home and we're just happy to have each other. And to this point in our lives that we made the biggest mistake we ever could.

The two of us didn't know it at the time. But to this day, I still regret at picking up that phone more than anything. It was the end of summer, around 1976. The winds were brisk as early September was approaching fast. Calvin and I had been on our own then for about two years. I was 15.

He was 19. I remembered that I was sitting at the kitchen table, finishing my homework. Calvin was working on fixing frozen TV dinners. The phone was in the living room. I jumped up immediately when it started to ring. Hello? I asked, this is a little girl.

Hello? I asked it to the receiver. It was Joey Malone. Joey was my brother's best friend in high school. The two of them were practically joined to the hip till they went their separate ways for college. Joey was in Miami, and I could hear the longing for his friend in his voice.

After we caught up for a brief moment, he turned serious. Hey, let me talk to him, brother real quick. That's a Joey Mollown voice, yeah. I rolled my eyes playfully and handed the receiver to Calvin. I could hear my brother laughing from the living room as he caught up with his old friend. They must have been on the phone for a good hour because I had already taken our TV dinners out of the oven,

and had finished fine by the time Calvin walked in. Hey, sorry about that, Laurel. He smiled softly, taking a seat across from me. I mean, I'll never believe what Joey's been up to. Cockton eyebrows suspiciously. Is he on America's most wanted already? No, but he might as well be. His neighbors are going to,

his neighbors are going to Bermuda for a Labor Day weekend. And he started a monster party in their house while they're gone. He's invited us to come and crash. Can you believe it? He chuggled, taking a bite of frozen chicken. I should have known right then that we shouldn't go. It is illegal to break into someone's home, but even more illegal to throw a party in it. I should have known that it wasn't a good idea, but I was naive, 15-year-old girl.

And all I wanted most in the world was to be a legend like my big brother was. So of course, I agreed. Calvin and I planned to drive up to Joey's house. It would take us about a day from Rhode Island, but the two of us were stoked. We didn't even notice. We spent the long car ride blasting the doors on the radio. this was definitely when I felt most content. It was the best time in my life.

Well, did I know the tremor that we'd be thrown into later that night? If I had, I would have made Calvin turn the car around and drive off a cliff. We'd been in the car for about 13 hours. It was around 9 o'clock that night when we noticed that we were in nowhere land. Our map said we were in New Jersey, but it didn't seem like it. Wait, weren't they starting in... They were starting to Rhode Island and going to Florida, right? How long for 13 hours are they in New Jersey?

Yeah, we've been in the car for about 13 hours. It was about 9 o'clock. Did you even notice? Anyway. Maybe that's the thing. Maybe the GPS is wrong. She says, are you sure we aren't lost? Maybe they've been just circling.

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nodding his head. Of course we aren't. Joy told him in the directions himself. Hold my eyes, blowing a bubble. we've been driving through nothing but trees for another hour before I finally declared that we were lost My brother had the crazy idea that his best friend was some kind of genius, but I knew better Calvin was getting tired and I was getting restless I'd been sitting in the same position for too long and couldn't feel my legs

Can we please pull over somewhere? Rewind my bubble gum slowly losing its taste Don't you think I would have about two hours ago? There's nowhere to pull over to Calvin replied stifling a cough turned to a slight wheeze which caused my ear to perk out. Are you okay? I asked him, concerned feeling my voice. He nodded, brushing it off as just a tickle in his throat.

Usually that would have been enough to interest me. That night I was on full alert. Calvin had already bad asthma. I almost lost it many times because of it, which was scary to think about. Almost as scary as seamless road in front of us. It was about 30 minutes later that Calvin began to get frustrated. Shit. Grumbled to himself.

The jack-guyen said no idea what he was talking about. I didn't reply. I knew he wouldn't admit that I was right. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable with our surroundings. It was weird that we had driven two hours through nothing but trees. Only seen another passing car every 50 miles or so, I didn't want to admit it, but I was scared. Where were we going to sleep? On the side of the road?

Just thought of that creeped me out. Both of us were hungry. At one point, Calvin had asked me to check the map to see if there were any rest stops or motels anywhere close. There weren't. not until it's about 10.30. Calvin was practically falling asleep at the wheel when my eyes fell upon a small speck on our ancient-looking map. Calvin, get up.

I shook him because I haven't risen in my voice. There's a restaurant coming up in about 20 miles. His eyes popped open. Are you serious? Yeah, it's called Waffle House. Push me and exit up ahead. Hold on, hold on. We don't know what O'Malley's this up to.

He has a just giant child pet of our ring. Waffle House is like, no. I'm like, no. I couldn't believe our luck. It did strike me as odd that this was the only sign of civilization for hundreds of miles, but I was so hungry. I didn't care. I gave Calvin the directions of the place.

There weren't any signs in the pitch black forest, but I knew that we were getting close. I could feel it. Pretty soon, Calvin turned and there it was. You can still see the neon sign and bright lights. O'Malley's like your typical 1950-style diner. It was a small building and it was large glass windows, making it easy to look inside. I could see a few people setting down. Calvin parked on the dirt road outside. I jumped out anxiously, dying to stretch my legs. It's a lot colder in that area for September.

I pulled a sweatshirt over my head as Calvin buttoned up his jacket. I could smell coffee and homemade pie dripping out through the sliding glass door. Calvin and I walked side by side. As I looked up at the sign, I noticed there was another part to it that I hadn't seen before. every now and then in the moonlight. O'Malley's family restaurant. Motel on East Side. It almost seems like this is getting prepped up as like a white fall. That's what I was thinking.

It's like a final stop or like the other sort of thing, you know, out there. I've come across some waffle houses in some weird places, you know. Well, it definitely seems like when they were driving, they definitely like, I don't know how they drove through some kind of, they crossed over, quote, quote, yeah, because they're in New Jersey, quote, after 13 hours. I'd tell you what, driving 13 hours and it's still feeling like you're theoretically in New Jersey. I'd be like this, fuck this. Kill me. Get me out of here.

Holy shit. Can you imagine being in Newark for 13 hours? God. I'd kill my stuff. I guess you could spend the night here too if you wanted. Calvin Smurt. She stepped through the door. The floors were checkered and the rows of red vinyl booths were almost all filled. Yeah.

There were a good choice, Harry. There were a few burly looking men over at the counter, sipping hot coffee out of mugs. A woman sat with her young daughter and the two of them giggling softly, eating plates of pancakes. A group of teenagers and leather jackets stood over by the jukebox.

One slipped a dime into it. Some ancient tune by Buddy Holly started to play. An unbelievable feeling of dread immediately fell over me. Came out of nowhere, but it wouldn't go away. I immediately regretted pulling up there. I didn't even hear the woman come up to us.

Can I help you, kids? Her voice was soft like butter. I glanced up and was met with the dark eyes of an elderly woman. She wore a red dress and matching shoes, a dirty apron draped over her front. Her apple doll face smiled down at us. Her silver hair gleaming in the lights overhead. I didn't speak. I don't know why, but I could have opened my mouth.

I tell you what, though. With like the sizzling of the griddle, the stacking of plates, perfect background noise for this. What? Next time we go, next-in- me. Next time we do, yeah. If there's ever another Barasca thing, we need to go to like some kind of abandoned mill

and have like people screaming. I have a buddy. I have a buddy who works at a sawmill. We can just sit in there and you can't hear a word. Yeah. Yeah, so that's what. Yes, ma'am. Calvin said with a smile.

We just like a quick bite to eat before we hit the road again. He poked me in the back and I nodded my head feebly in agreement. Bill, come on in. My name is Millie, Millie O'Malley. Welcome to my humble little restaurant. Her laugh had years of age visible in every syllable. That it made me uncomfortable.

It's nice to meet you, Millie. I'm Calvin Duncan. This is my sister, Laurel. I still didn't feel right as I reluctantly took her hand in mind. I can see a bit of spinach in her teeth for obviously dentures. She was somebody's grandmother, but something about her made me uneasy.

I guess I got that way around anybody knew that I met the bad vibes were coming off of her. Laurel, that's such a lovely name. Her man's a weak smile, as many let out another laugh. Well, I don't want to keep you kids standing around. Come on, I'll find you two a booth. Calvin and Millie were talking up a storm. I hung behind them, pretending not to notice.

I learned that Millie and her husband, Ted, had opened the restaurant a couple of years ago after retiring. She was the hostess, and he was the cook. They didn't have any children, which is why Millie enjoyed it so much when younger people stopped in. Calvin was always so polite He laughed at her jokes and told her our sob story When she learned that we didn't really have any parents

Her expression changed Almost to one of the lie Uh oh Which also does that not just read where it's just like Oh I'm gonna take them to be my own kids I'm gonna kidnap these children You wanna be an O'Malley? No

Oh you poor things Well consider me your mother for the night She handed us our menus as a took a seat across from my brother in the booth. Calva just chuckled and thanked her once more, and she walked away. You opened his menu with a smile. Is she just the sweetest woman you've ever met?

He beamed with his light brown bangs, falling over his eyes. I didn't reply. I slouched down in my seat, not bothering to look at meal choices. I suddenly wasn't hungry anymore. My eyes wondered elsewhere. I watched as the teenagers by the jukebox drank Coke straight out of the bottle and talked amongst themselves. What's the matter?

Are you feeling okay? Concern in his voice. I just nodded my head. I want you to know for the story. I'm Calvin and you're Laurel. Also, just want to say, did know, I know that we haven't gone

really far into this. I will say, I do like the brother or sister dynamic here. At first it felt a little, I couldn't tell it like a little cheesy or whatever. Also, I think it was just the social anxiety of being in this fucking place

and having teenage children yell over and be like, is that a lie detector test? When we start recording? There are these kids over there, like high school, just like being rowdy, and they saw us and started yelling over here, kind of heckling. And Hunter, like, you were on your back foot. You got. What about my back foot? You were like, I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. You don't remind me of. What?

Remember the episode, remember the episode of Louis? When, like, the 15-year-old kids come up and he's, like, on a date and a diner, and they come up and they, like, basically punk him in front of the guy. that like, it gives the girl in the egg and she breaks up with them. Have 15-year-olds come over and kick the shit on me. And Isaiah is like, yeah, so... I don't want to do the show. Actually, I think I'm going back to... Here, take another bite of your waffle.

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I knew that I was getting on his nerves, but I honestly couldn't care less. Millie came over to take our orders. I remained quiet. Galvin ordered us pancakes and hot chocolate with a warm smile. As you walked away, it turned back to me. His expression annoyed. What you're dealing with night, Laurel? You're acting like a little kid.

Don't you feel the least bit uncomfortable around her? Raised an eyebrow. Gobbin looked at me, confused. What are you talking about? Mrs. O'Malley, don't you feel it? She's weird. Something about her doesn't seem right to me. I don't know how he couldn't see it.

She's just being nice. God, stop acting so stuck up and trying to appreciate what she's doing for us. Helvin shot back harshly. Rolled my eyes and didn't speak to him for the remainder of our meal. But I wish that I would have. I didn't know then that. That would have been one of the last moments I would ever spend with my brother again. Oh, shit.

You know what's kind of fun, though, with this dynamic is two different approaches to adults, like a paternal figure, how they react to it. Laurel is definitely more like on the defensive, which I don't know, her fucking spiky senses went off or something, but she felt something. But then it's also like, it's almost like Laurel wants to push people away. And then her brother wants to just like embrace them immediately and get that attention. Just kind of a fun character dynamic, two opposites.

It's a for something that is inherently campy as like a supernatural or creepy diner kind of thing It's a fun dynamic to explore that with I think it's cool Walside just how fucking creepy is that line The one would be I wouldn't ever spin with my brother again

To be the last time I'd ever, yeah When our food arrived Calvin thanked Millie for me I picked up my food and stared down on my shoes Calvin pretended not to notice We never fought We'd have squabbles and this was one of them Calvin was always so patient with me

He had a good heart and took good care of me But I wasn't an easy kid to look after I often wondered if that's what got my father so angry I was extremely stubborn I was reluctant to anybody who wasn't Calvin I had trust issues from growing up in a home where I didn't feel safe Came off as cold a lot of the time My brother was usually the only one who would come for me

But even he sometimes got fed up I'm going to the bathroom I spoke for the first time and a half an hour. Calvin just nodded his head, taking a sip of his drink. I slid out of the vinyl booth and made my way to the back. I locked myself into stall and stood against the wall. I don't know how long I was in there. I just needed to be away from the table. When I returned, however, Calvin was talking to Millie and who I assumed was her husband, 10. It was a bigger man with a few gray hair still clinging to his balding head.

His greasy apron hung over khaki pants and a green flannel shirt. They were all laughing about something. Calvin's stopping to cough now and again. I walked over to the table as quietly as I could. Calvin looked up at me and smart. May I try, uh, excuse me, ma'am? Sorry about that. Can I try your, the cold brew can? Thank you. He's, he's, uh, I'll just do the can if that's okay. Thank you. Yeah, look at that's that waffle deal.

Is it only some here? Ah. Oh, wow, that is really good. Holy shit. You want to try that? I haven't tried it in a while. It's really good. Very smooth. That's better than I remember. That's good.

Oh, because you say you've had it before. Like when it first came out. But I remember it as being a bit stronger, like a bit more taunt, but that's pretty good. I once again promise now this is paid for advertising these. I just wanted to be here. There's one that I don't do a lot of pot of coffee, but I will sit. You want to try it? I don't do a lot of pot of coffee, but I do love the cold brew stuff or like

Like, basically anything like an ice drink, whatever, I like, I tend to like them pretty, like It's pretty good a lot. That, you are going to the bathroom. You're going to the bathroom. I think he tried to spur that a little bit. Well, speak of the devil. He joked, motioning for me to come sit by him. I said on his laugh like I used to when I was younger.

He must have forgiven me, or at least I've been faking it in front of the O'Malley's. I didn't care. I clung to my brother tightly. I've been wondering what brought you kids all the way up here. Millie said suddenly, her unsubinging. settling smile, growing wider. We don't get many visitors up here. We're driving up to Florida to visit some old friends.

Oh, I'm glad that we found this place, though. Billy glanced at Ted. He blinked, his expression changing to one of pleasure. They stayed silent for a moment as if contemplated an answer. Fletch Calvin's jeans in my hand. We're a bit in the middle of nowhere, I guess. Ted chuckled. He was missing a few teeth.

The remain ones as his mouth were all yellow. He turned to look out the window. I'll watch the truck as the three of them continued to talk. Well, we'd really like to thank you folks for your con hospitality. How much do we owe you? Calvin asked, reaching into his pocket for his wallet, Millie shook her head. No, no, it's on the house. My brother tried to protest.

She put a bony finger to his lip. Smiled in gratitude, getting up to leave. I jumped off his laugh gently and was just about to reach for the door when Ted jumped menacingly in my way. Hey! What do kids think you're doing? You can't go driving out now. It's nearly one o'clock at the morning. I wouldn't know.

There are no clocks or signs of time anywhere in the diner. It was like we were in the twilight zone. I glanced wordly at Calvin, trying to signal him to keep walking. You two look like you've been driving all day. I don't think it'd be wise to get behind the wheel when you're tired. Come on in the back. You've got a nice little motel where your kids can stay until morning. I froze.

There was no way in hell that I was spending another second with those creeps. That's all right. We'll be fine. My brother wasn't so sure. I don't know, Laurel. I'm really tired and you're still enrage. I don't put our lives at risk. I don't put our lives at risk by falling asleep at the wheel.

Talvin said feebly. shook my head and grabbed his hand. He was stronger than me, though. I got pulled back onto the checkered floor. Calvin? Try to object, but he ignored me and walked back to Millie. I think we'll take a room for the night. He smiled, pushing me behind his back.

Millie grinned and winked out of her husband. Wonderful. Ted will show you two to the homotel across the way. If you'll give me your car keys, I can go fetch your luggage for you. My mouth was dry. I watched as my brother pulled his keys out of his back pocket and told her where our suitcases were. I couldn't believe it. I grabbed on to the back of Calvin's jacket as I watched Millie walk outside.

It just brushed me off. This is an interesting dynamic because, like you said, he desperately wants, you know, companionship, kind of the presence and she's more resistant to it. and he's being far too trusting of them, but you can, it makes sense why, because he's so desperate for that kind of relationship. Also, I'm chalking it up to also the 70s. Yeah, that's true.

I also feel like people back then were also just like, sure. Yeah, kids, do whatever you want. Why not? And then someone's getting skinned and they're made into an Isaiah's skin lamp. All right, well, it doesn't have to be an Isaiah. It can be any skin lamp, really.

I trailed behind hopelessly. Dead led us into another building a few feet away from the restaurant. They're smaller than the diner. but only by a little. It was made entirely out of logs, as if Abe Lincoln had built it only weeks prior. He and Calvin were chatting away about who knows what. Deposed a key out of his pocket and quietly pushed the door open. The inside of the motel was depressing.

The walls were made completely out of wood, and portraits of mountain landscapes hung on them in rows. An oriental rug lay on the floor, just underneath the front desk. There was a guest book, a cactus in a small pot, and a vintage-looking handbell on top of it. I shuddered. There's a heavy draft in there. I looked as if there'd been a vacancy for years. Well, this is the place. I don't think it's necessary to have you to sign in the guest book,

so I'll show you up to your room. I think I want to sign. So someone has a record that I was there. I think I want to sign a lot of things. I think I'll sign anything you need me to. That Laurel was here. Ted smiled, his grotesque teeth, glimming in the light. Light us up a staircase on the right side of the lobby.

The hallway was, lit by a few mothy overhead lamps. It was long, just like the rest of the motel, wooden. There were about five rooms on each side of us. Doors closed. It was a bit dusty, which started up another round of quiet wheezing for Calvin. I rolled my eyes. He got us into this.

I felt no sympathy. Here we are. He stood in front of a room and pulled open the door. There were two twin beds with quilt blankets and feathered pillows, large window with a desk underneath the face dust. But the carpet was a rusty red, the wallpaper slightly peeling at the edges. Some more paintings of mountains and seasides hung around on pathetic-looking nails. I swallowed thickly.

Ted reached over me, placing a meaty hand on the light switch above my head. The room didn't look any better as it was flooded with an eerie, orangish light. It looks very homie. Thanks a lot, Ted. Calvin smiled. I slowly descended inside and sat on one of the beds, sinking down almost immediately. I could distantly hear Ted telling my brother where the bathroom was, where to go for breakfast, things like that. I watched silently as Millie returned upstairs with our luggage.

I must have zoned out for longer than I thought because when I looked back, the door was closed and Calvin was unpacking our suitcases. We shouldn't be here. Spoke for the first time in what felt like forever. The walls felt like they were closing it on me. Calvin remained silent as he tossed me in my pajamas. What are you going to tell Joey? We're supposed to be at his house tonight. I heard my brother let out a loud silence.

sigh. It's the kind of sigh that your father might let out at the end of a long day. I knew I was a problem, child. I knew that it took a lot of patience to look after me. I was stressful to deal with. If Calvin hadn't rescued me from the wrath of our father, I'd probably have turned out way worse. I understood why I was tired. He was tired of me. Tired of having to deal with me. Calvin must have sensed my uneasiness. He walked over slowly and took a seat beside me on the bed. I felt his arm wrap around my shoulder and squeeze it tightly. We didn't say anything. There's nothing we could say.

There's nothing that my brother could do to ease my attention. Rested his chin on my shoulder. It hears raspy breathing in my ear. We're going to be okay, Laurel. You need to sleep. With that, kiss my cheek and turn back to his side of the room. We faced

opposite directions as we undressed and got into our pajamas. I reluctantly slipped under the mothyton and flaking and freezing cold sheets after sitting up in an comfortable silence for nearly half an hour. There was no way I was going to sleep. I looked up at the dirty ceiling for what felt like hours, listening to Calvin's breathing. I don't know what time it was when I woke up.

I must have dozed off. I don't remember it. Calvin's what woke me up. I heard him hastily throw his quilt onto the floor. Heard him wrestling through his suitcase. His breathing was labored as if he had just run a marathon. I lay up in bed. Are you okay?

I asked into the darkness. I didn't get a response. The zipper was unzipped, and I heard my brother quickly wrestling through his clothes. Eventually, he found what he was looking for and walked towards the door. I'm fine.

I just shouldn't suppress air. Calvin gasped out, clutching his inhaler in his hand. Light flooded our room as he stepped into the hallway quietly. He had these episodes a lot. I always felt so helpless when he did. There was nothing I could do

except watch with wide eyes as he struggled to breathe. sounded so pained broke my heart I wanted to go after him that night but I didn't I don't know why but I wish I would have those were the last words I'd ever hear him speak oh my god he was out there for about

sorry it was just a second do you think that it was do you think it had anything to do with what he was eating did she eat anything she said she picked her feet it seemed like she it seemed like she was just doing like literally just like very well could have because she was like being kind of Pauety and Mopey, whatever.

So then he was sitting there scarf and stuff down, drinking everything they gave him and stuff like that. So now it's... I don't know. It could have been... Or something, yeah. Good chance. I mean, it was also like... They talk about his asthma and how dusty and musty it is in there and stuff.

So it could be from that, but that's a good point. Depending on where this goes, even if it was a... The, like, atherial 13-hour, like, loop or whatever, if they did crossover or something, even just setting something up of just like, oh, we're going down to Florida. It's the 70s, and we stopped with this diner. and it's like or like a more realistic like a grounded like

this could actually happen that'd be kind of fun too yeah yeah either way I'm fine I think because it's kind of between the loss of direction and also like

the couple being creepy they've set it up for either way they could just be lost or could be supernatural I don't know man I feel like as of late I just I feel like I've been really like in the grounded

like more realistic one I don't know why they've just been hitting a bit more for me it's like a valley like a peaks and valley thing Like, I feel like supernatural stuff is either, I like it if it's incredible. Yeah, I mean, it's either here or it's kind of here.

And for me, an incredible real person one and an incredible supernatural, the supernatural edges out about. But if they're both just good, then yeah, the realism. I think I like better. So we get like what we used to live here, which I think was supernatural some way. I love it. Or like a mother horse size, right? Like the supernatural great stories outweigh. Oh, man.

I mean, I think that's narratively when it makes sense and it feels in spite. You can do so much with it. Girl, my backyard. Yeah, exactly. But that's the kind of one where I'm like, that one just hits on another level. Yeah. Or something like that has to be super-knit. But something like this, there are just the nice ones that's just a fucking aluminum bat to your face.

That's just like, hey, you got drugged and this is like a thing that, just whatever. Yeah. Kind of like, what was the prisoners when we were talking about the other day? I kept saying it was like a prisoner situation. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, we kept talking about. Which was a fun one. But yeah, like that, but just.

Yeah, that's an example. Story was excellent and I liked it If I ignored the supernatural Yeah, yeah, yeah Because it just feels It's just sometimes it feels like a crutch He'll shoehorned in, yeah He was out there for about 20 minutes

Before I finally walked out to check on him Usually took him a little while To calm down from these little fits I just wanted to sit next to him And rub his back and tell him that I was sorry For being a nuisance I wanted to do what he had done for me For so many years

Care for him But when I opened the door Calvin wasn't there My feet were freezing in the brisk hallway. I rubbed my arms as goosebumps started forming on my pale skin. Reach inside from my sweatshirt and pull it over my head. Looking around, panic slowly started to rise in my throat. I checked across the hall in the bathroom to see if Calvin was in there.

It wasn't. There weren't many places he could go. Calvin? I called into the hallway. There was no response. I quietly walked back into our room and put on a pair of slippers. I snuck down the hallway and raised. down the staircase.

It wasn't in the lobby either. I wanted to cry. I choked back a heaving sob and turned back upstairs. There's no worse feeling that being completely alone in a place that you don't know. It's even worse when the only person you want to comfort you isn't there. One of the hallway lamps flickered overhead. I couldn't help the tears that streamed down my face. My mind was racing with possibilities of where my dear brother could have gone.

In those moments, I regretted ever being mad at him. I wondered if he had stormed off and left because I was just that annoying. I was so caught up in the panic that I didn't see what I had tripped on. I went flying face first on the Oriental carpet. My face burned. As I turned my body around to try and ease the pain, my eyes widened in shock. Calvin's inhaler was lying on the ground. It was just outside the door to our room where I had seen him go out earlier.

It was then that I knew that something was seriously wrong. Calvin wouldn't leave that line around by choice. He wouldn't just drop it by accident. It suddenly dot on me that wherever he went, he went unwillingly. I let out a sob. I crawled up in a fetal position and called out his name one more time. A thousand thoughts pounded at the inside of my head. I tried to shake them off, but they wouldn't leave.

I reached my shaking arms out and took the inhaler in my hands. I rolled the plastic around on my palms. I stood up, placing it in the pocket of my sweatshirt. I had to find him. We needed to get out of here. I didn't care if he didn't agree. Once I found him, we'd drive away and never come back to this freak show. I dashed back into our room and grabbed the car keys off the bedside table.

I didn't bother grabbing anything else. My only focus was getting the hell out of there. I tiptoed down the staircase, the wood creaking under my feet. Pushing open the door, I ran as fast as I could towards the diner. My only exit to the outside world. The lights were still on inside, much to my surprise. I try not to pay attention to the menacing trees leaning over me as I raced to the back door. I was prepared to pound on it until my knuckles were red and bloody, but it opened almost instantly.

I quietly slipped inside, looking anxiously for any sign of my brother. I could see Calvin struck on the other side of one of the clear glass windows. It looked so close, yet so far away. I don't know how much adrenaline was pumped through my body at that. that exact moment, but it took every ounce of strength I had not to just bolt then and there. The only thing that stopped me was the sound of a metal object clattering to the tiled floor behind me. It echoed loudly in my ears. As far as I could see, there was no one besides me in the building. All the customers were long gone. I spun around quickly, my neck jerking hard in the process.

The doors to the kitchen were closed. When I tried to pry one open, it was locked. I kicked it as hard as I possibly could. My toes were slowly bruising. I screamed out into the emptiness of the diner for somebody, anybody, to come help me. It felt like I'd been in there for years. A dizzying wave of nause overtook me. I heard that object clatter again, as well as a few barely audible whispers. Someone said, shit, I was quickly shushed.

I had to hold my breath just to hear them again. Whatever it was, it was close by. The fuck people are hiding Uh-huh My neck craned Trying to peer into the kitchen once more Glass windows That was happening here in the Waffle House now

No one else is in here And then you're like Yeah my favorite My favorite order is this And then you hear someone say He's right You know He's right

That is the best order There's just an eye in the vent Looking straight down David Waffle Mr. House No come back please Take a handful of Vicodin. Yeah, doctor.

Comes up to me. So what seems to be a problem? Nothing. He has gout. Kill him. This man's clearly. You fat fuck. I'm like, Dr. House?

Thank you, Dr. House. What have you found out? And what if you found out in the house that this name was Dr. Waffle House? That would be the coolest. I'd be insane. My name is Waffle P. House. Ph.D. Yeah.

Glass windows were hidden behind a black curtain, hung up so I couldn't see inside. That had not been there earlier. I snuck around behind the counter and pressed my ear against the murky walls. There was a sudden silence, then shuffling a feet on the tiled floor. I don't know what urged me to do it. It could have been the adrenaline or the hopelessness that had overwhelmingly taken over my body that night. On the counter, there were rows of ketchup bottles and silverware. I grabbed a fork out from under a napkin and clutched in my chest.

sweaty palms. I knew there was somebody or something behind that window. I wasn't alone in there. I jammed the fork onto the glass, didn't do anything at first. But after about 30 seconds, I had made some progress. The glass was starting to crack. I kept banging and banging it until it's shattered in front of me. The millions of pieces seems to fall in slow motion. Thank you so much. Oh no, I got I had to cold brew too, so my heart's going to explode. dude finale for the show you die in a Waffle House

what a pathetic and like probable end of my life I did the exact same thing you did with your uncle yeah exactly yeah but you have to the pancake your mouth doing this but I'm an adult and can do something but don't

yeah if anything you said there and you put the Waffle House napkin in your shirt like this yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah exactly that's such it ends

one of us gets some to the Waffle House and it just comes to black. Yeah. Whoever does it post that's one who died. Never address it. Oh, never. No, no, no. Yeah. Just post the episode as is. Creep kit. What is that?

Written by David Chase. Woke up this bowed. God chose a good. I didn't step back, though. For as I pulled away the sheet, nothing on earth could prepare me for what I was about to stumble onto. A steam of smoke poured out. through the broken glass but even through it i could see that o'malley's kitchen was a typical

diner kitchen there were a few stoves and ovens a refrigerator in the back held weeks worth of food that was not what caught my attention the overwhelming stench of burning flesh filled my nostrils they're eating him they're eating his they're eating her brother that's so sick that's so cool they're so animals oh that's sick and thank god we didn't call it waffles house. Dude, if you told me, if you told me that the Waffle House sausage was an obese man's calf, I'd be like, oh, duh.

Like, yeah, well, here we got the, we got the cangle, I mean, bacon. You know what? It's delicious. But you get it with the compression socks. You get it. You have to cut, you have to cut off the compression sock. The pattern, the grill stripes are the sock. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.

I coughed and gagged, struggling hard to get a breath out. My eyes started to tear up. I flailed my arms in an attempt to clear a path, found myself unsuccessful. The grotesque smell was prided into my soul. I wanted to vomit. Who's there? I recognized the voice.

It was the voice of the man who had taken Calvin and I'd tour to our rooms a couple hours before. I didn't make a sound. I still couldn't see, but eventually the smoke cleared through the broken window. My watery eyes soon adjusted to the fluorescent lighting. My mouth fell open in horror. Ted and Millie O'Malley stood in the middle of the kitchen. There's a silver pot about the size of a record player resting on a table in the center. As the first time, then I got a good look around me.

Blood was splattered on every inch of the walls surrounding us. Fuck sakes. It dripped down in streams and formed small puddles on the floor. There was a cleaver clutched in Ted's meaty fist, gleaming menacingly in the light. Millie stood beside him, a wooden spoon at her side. It was wet and covered in what looked like oversized worms, intestines. I didn't speak. My attention turned to the pot, still boiling and bubbling.

I saw my brother's pajamas truned into a pile in the corner. I could see clumps of his mousy brown hair sticking to the sides of the pot. My feet stayed frozen in place as the stench of this burning flesh filled my head in every inch of my body. My eyes burned. My mouth was dry. I couldn't even utter a scream. It was then that the O'Malley's realized they had been found out. Grab her!

Millie snarled in a cackling voice beyond description. Ted's lunch for me, but I was too quick. Fat ass fell on his front, face first into a puddle of Calvin's blood. Millie grabbed the cleaver and threw it at the door, just as I prided open and ran like hell. I ran outside the diner and flung open the door to the truck, Jamie the key inside. I could make out Millie's body racing towards me in the night, but I started the car up. faster, sputtered for a moment, and then shot out like a rocket. I had no experience with driving, but that was not my top priority.

I needed to find help. Tears were streaming down my face, blocking my vision. It was then that the agonizing screams fell. I was having a mental breakdown as I whisked unsteadily through the New Jersey trees. I let out howls of despair. Occasionally I'd spit up whatever food I'd left in my stomach. Smell of that flesh wouldn't leave me. I'm sure I nearly drove off the road at least three times, but I didn't care.

It killed Calvin. They had killed my brother and chopped him up and cooked him. I pounded my head on the wheel, the horn blasting into the night. I could feel the blood trickling down the side of my face, seeping into my hair. My vision was starting to show spots. I don't know how long I had driven until I finally found a car on the side of the road. There's a man kneeling down to examine one of his tires. I jerked to his stop and flew out of the truck, slamming the door behind.

me vomit clugged to the sides of my mouth dried blood on my face tears still gushing like a waterfall he was an older man with a wrinkled face and skunk streaks in his dark hair I it's a Polly from the Sopranos I'm a second holy yo I frightened him for he stood back in fear I knew I looked like a mess a drug addict whatever sounded like one too you need to help me they killed my brothers they killed them they killed him they killed him they killed him I remember falling to my knees and howling in pain. The man tried to pry me back up, but I thrashed around in his arms. He grown loudly as I kicked him right in the gut by accident. I could distantly hear his

panic voice trying to get an answer out of me. Who? He yelled through a thick Jersey accent. Who killed your brother? I shook my head rapidly, gasping for air. The wind pounded at my ears as I tried to speak. Last thing I could make out, where his eyes gleaming in the darkness as I weased out the name through the pain. I fell hard at the asphalt. They tell me that I was practically frothing at the mouth when they found me.

I had blacked out for a moment and the cops assumed I had died. But I woke up and screamed for hours. I was screaming for Calvin, screaming for somebody to help him, screaming for someone to believe me. Yet to this day, no one does. O'Malley's family restaurant had been torn down in the late 50s. Once word got out that the seemingly friendly owners trapped their victims in their motels, hell and ate them. It was barricaded

and destroyed. Theodore and Melissa and O'Malley were given the death penalty in 1956. Oh, this is so fun. 1956. 20 years before my brother and I pulled up that summer night. I later learned that they had killed over 20 travelers who crossed their paths,

including a gang of motorcycle riders, a group of teenage greasers, and a woman with her young daughter. When the man who found me finally brought me over to the police, I was in hysterics. I was screaming at then those bastards had killed my brother. I don't know how they couldn't have seen it in my eyes.

They saw something. I'm pretty sure they thought I was on drugs. I was a mess, but had good reason to be. I was handcuffed and thrown into the back of a patrol car. They drove me back to the exit where Calvin and I had turned earlier that night, where the restaurant had stood mere hours earlier was just an empty lot. The sign wasn't there. The building had disappeared.

There was no motel, no sign that anybody had... had been there for years. It was just an empty patch of dirt, no sign of life anywhere, no sign of Calvin. I tried to explain. I cried for what felt like years. I had slept in that bed up in that motel. I sat in that red vinyl booth with my brother and I had talked to the O'Malley's as they served us. I had seen the people at the tables. I had smelled the food and I had been in there. That no one believed me. The police urged for months on end, but they never did find my brother's body. His final rescue place had vanished into thin air. I never found any evidence of anything.

I still had Calvin's nailer in the pocket of my sweatshirt. I can't tell you the number of times I shoved it in the cops' faces, telling them that it was the key to finding out where he was, but I was a lost cause. They even had the audacity to accuse me of murdering him. My case was eventually outruled due to lack of evidence, but my years of pain never stopped. The judge was convinced that I was mental and needed to be locked away, So they threw me in here, which is where I've been since the early autumn of 76. I'm a prisoner.

The only thing keeping me sane is the hope for some kind of justice. I'm a grown woman now, writing this story down as a cry for help. I'm hoping that somebody out there will believe me, someone who knows what I'm talking about. I swear to God that I'm not insane. I felt it. I lived it. I survived it. It's not all in my head, yet that has been what all of these doctors and psychics.

psychiatrists have been trying to convince me four years. They said I've imagined it all. All this medication pumping into my body has turned my brain to mush, but I know that I didn't. It was too real to have possibly been a dream. I can still smell the flesh, still see the blood on the walls, the menacing faces of the O'Malley staring down. The only thing I still have to remember that night by is Calvin's inhaler. I hold on to it every day, never letting it go. It's the only thing I have to remind myself that my brother was real.

It's the only piece of evidence that I have. It's the only part of him they will never be able to take away from me. As younger siblings tend to do, I absolutely worship my older brother Calvin. He will always be my big brother. I will always be his little sister. I don't know where he is, which is probably what haunts me the most. Any evidence that could have brought his killers to justice just banished in the thin air.

I pray to the Lord every day that wherever he is, he's happy. Because he was my savior. He rescued me and cared for me and never let anybody do anything to me. A day goes by where I don't think about what he would be doing. I'm sure that Calvin would have been successful. He would have found a great wife, a large family. He would have been the best father anyone could ever ask for. Growing up was hard.

I never been easy to look after. I had trust issues, social problems, and the only one who knew how to handle me was Calvin. growing up without him in the prison was the worst thing anyone could possibly imagine if I had been there for him more maybe he would still be alive today I wish that I could have been different

I wish that I could have acted better and tried to look past everything that I had been through I wish I had been a better sister you won't find anything about the O'Malley's or Calvin Duncan anywhere on the internet as if it was a tragedy meant just for us it's as if the whole world wants to forget even in unexplained

yet there's a road down in the midst of New Jersey if you turn at just the right spot you might see the ghostly hue of a diner filled with life and joy inside don't be fooled for it isn't real keep driving and don't look back

but if you do happen to see a boy in the window with mousy brown hair kind eyes and a loving smile you should wave at him you should yell out into the night that Laura loves him and she misses him very much and you should tell him she is sorry that she couldn't have done more.

This post was uploaded by a patient from the Greystone Park Psychiatric Hospital in New Jersey. Man, that's so fun. That's so fun. I wrote in a couple things while I was reading this. One, the first thing, the first thought, which is just a continuation of what I was asking before,

does this work better? Or is it more interesting as a grounded, because this is like basically a 70s grind house film is what it is. You get a kind of almost like a Texas chainsaw master vibe. Hitchhikers find somebody, whatever. The payoff and the fun thing of like

I mean I like this twist like they died 20 years earlier, but I just wonder if you could still just have the ground and thing and then you just get that after the fact. They found whatever. They never recovered his body blah blah blah. What do you think? I could see that. I do have a soft spot in my heart

for like the local legend stuff, especially that last paragraph where it's like, if you're ever driving in rural New Jersey and you see a dine or wait for the boy inside, I love stuff like that. So to me, that almost justifies like the supernatural inclusion. But I will say, for the sake of the story,

like a narrative, and not just me, you know, liking it, it probably would have been better as just a cannibal restaurant. I think this story was a lot of fun. You get in, you get out.

I do think. I do think it's one of those stories, though, it would have benefited from, like, to me, this almost feels like the rough draft or, like, the first copy of something of, like, this is kind of an idea I have. What do you think? And you're like, holy shit, this is sweet. And you want to see something expanded on it. Because the two characters of Calvin and Laurel are really fun.

But to me, it was, like, the whole arc of the story is pretty much, like, needing a, needing paternal guidance. And then, like, and then finding independence in the family you have. Like basically, like, being angry that you don't have a family, but then you find out that, like, having a brother is all the family you need or something. I think, like, something like that would have been cool and having that come full circle with. It just kind of like, well, now it sucks even more now. Yeah, but I think that even like the O'Malley's not having kids and being like, we want kids. Are there something that's like the need of a paternal threat kind of cast on you to where it's also, like, giving you a physical representation of like, you know, just because, you know, just because. you have a parent doesn't mean that it's going to fix your problems.

You know, if anything, it could make it worse. Yeah, well, the story kind of touched on that a little bit when it's like the, Calvin was too trusting. You wanted to have that too bad. Oh, we did that, definitely. So it did that, but I do agree with you that it could have leaned into it a bit more, done more stuff with it. There's a couple thoughts I had, too.

One thing I thought was an important thematic piece or like a narrative device was Calvin's inhaler. I kind of wish that there was more at the beginning of him being like, are like using that. And then whenever he was digging through his... That was the best mouth inhaler sound effective. Whatever the... Whatever the...

Whatever he's digging through his briefcase, whatever, I thought that could have been a cool moment where she's like, Calvin, whatever, and that was one of the O'Malley's digging through his stuff or something. But then that way, too, could she have been, like, walking through and then you hear the inhaler? Just like something where it's obviously something important. It also shows Calvin's weakness.

I kind of, like, wanted more of that. Like, he's supposed to be the older brother, and he has a very clear Achilles heel so when that gets a, when that gets not abused, I guess abused, exploited. When that Achilles heel gets exploited, how does Laurel step up and like overcome the challenge?

You know? Yeah, I think it's like, does he, the inhaler is used narratively because that's what gets him out of the room, but you could have had anything, he could have had a good after. I agree. I just been at the very beginning when he,

even when he's driving, just hitting it or something. That's my point. It gets used as something to, take him out of the room, but anything could have gotten out of the room. So it wasn't really utilized. So I do agree that there's... I like the idea of an inhaler. I like the idea that your older brother's like, I love this guy.

He takes care of me. He's literally my protector. And then he's showing you, by the way, I have, you know, I have asthma. I think too, like, which I kind of touched on, but her, like, she loved her brother, but she, her moment of bitterness with him, like she let him

go out into the hallway alone. It's like, even if she was out there with him, I don't think that would have saved him. I think they both would have died kind of thing. It was a damned if you do, damned if you don't think, which kind of felt you're like, I wish there was more choice. Yeah. So maybe there's like, maybe she

does do something that more implies he gets killed. Not like, vicious, but maybe like, say the inhaler thing and he steps outside, right? And then she finds it in the room and she was like, he'll come back for in a second rather than taking it to him. And then like he gets kidnapped because he has to

walk to the car back at the diner or something like that, you know, make it something where like She could have done something to stop it but didn't. Like a very Spider-Man, like letting the guy go sort of thing. It's not like you meant to kill someone, but cause and effect. A side road... And then Laurel becomes Spider-Man. A side-road cannibal diner where they are using people as product is fun.

I do also like this ritualistic thing. That's Texas Saints'Haw Massacre, too, right? They put them in the chili? I think so. I always just think of what is not fry-green tomatoes. Is it fine-green tomatoes when they serve the guy? Yes, yeah. Or whatever.

But I don't know. I mean, like I said, right now, just with where we've been reading stuff, the grounded nature, I think is really fun. I do think that there's something cool about making it like a ghost story thing. It's just how do you connect that to the paternal thing? Did their parents die? You know, is there something that there's like... Well, mom died.

Well, I meant, uh, well, yeah, that's just true. Well, if it, but if there was a ghost story thing, is there a way of like, almost like a talk to me thing. There's a great, uh, theme of, uh, being unable to let go. So through this interaction or, they able to like kind of like sever that tie and finally learn to let go i think for me i'm a little i wouldn't say bias i just got soft spot in my heart for like the old ghost local legends and stuff oh i do too the idea of like if you see the diner and there's a few people inside maybe it's

it's such a fun like almost like poetic yeah it's like it's like a sailor's the diner at the end of the earth you know forever setting right there you know waiting for the bill i think it's fun i just think like i do understand as a narrative it probably would have been stronger as just I think ultimately, though, I just wanted more. I think, like, the characters were fun. I think, like, also having more of Ted and Millie would have been cool. Because it really was just kind of thing of, like, they come back in and they're, like, by the way, we're eating them. It'd be fun to, like, is other people in there in on it?

What are the other people? Are they also stuck? And they're like, yeah, I don't know. They said that I shouldn't drive. And it's like, you can just, like, mess with the motel. Yeah. It's like the Blood Ridge Motel kind of does that in a fun way with the vampires or whatever. That's the one I was trying to think of that does a similar small town thing with the job.

checkbook and stuff. That's the blood rich. Well, it can't make me fucking think of of Cuckoo. Cuckoo. Cuckoo. Yeah. Cuckoo. It's like that, which Cuckoo, I think it suffers in the same way of like Yeah. To me, Cuckoo suffers in the same vein

of like you introduce a lot of cool stuff and just never really follow through on it in an effective way. And it's like really cool. But I love, I just kept picturing that as the motel. The same way with like the Blood Ridge Motel, I kind of pictured that same setting just because it's such a beautiful, iconic area. But the

I don't know, I just kept picture like that diner with that, the deep trees and stuff, you're totally isolated. Yeah. And it really is. And like just I think the theme of the story too, having it be set in the 70s, it had to have been some kind of callback to like a Texas chainsaw masker or like a grind housey

kind of. Well, it's also like, you know, it's obviously easier to write short horror stories said in the past because they don't have cell phones, they don't have GPSes, they don't have. There's just some more fun time for people just being helpless, you know, but I also think there's something about that 70s where

it's totally believable that you'd be like oh yeah just stay here oh okay and then fucking Jeffrey Dahmer goes and ties you up like a fucking roasted pig and takes pictures of you for the next 13 years while you're in a barrel or whatever so I don't know I just there's a lot of scripts

yeah they're just like what he's a gay Peruvian kid they gave that guy back to him that one dude yeah unbelievable here you go buddy on you go But no, I don't know. I mean, I really enjoyed it. I think, like, when we, like I said, when we first started, whatever, I will say,

and I'm going to, and there's going to be eyes that roll. People are like, oh, God, and cut this if you have to, I did get a little incesty vibes from time to time. I could tell. I knew you were. And I know that it's just, I know that it's just a sweet thing, but still. But she said I was the luckiest girl in the world. You shot me a look, and I'm like, no.

Who has ever said that about, like, their brother? A luckiest girl in the world is such a specific line to crushes. That's what I mean. That's just what I'm saying. It's a weird choice, but I knew it wasn't being incestuous. Of course not. But I'm just saying the whole thing. I didn't like a poor choice of words.

Luckiest girl in the world and all of a sudden she, Laurel comes over. Guess what? There's she looks like a fucking little baby deer hopping up on his lap. And then I sat up on his lap, and I was just like, come on now. What the hell are we doing? Do you have any siblings? Yeah, I've got two younger sisters. Oh, you do?

Yeah. Do they say they're the luckiest girl in the world? No, no, that's why it's a weird choice of words. Yeah. my sister would be like, I'm the luckiest girl in the world. I'd be like, I love my, you're older than your sister, right? No. Okay.

So she wouldn't be set in your life anyway. But I think like, no one has in high school or something. My youngest sister would have been like in grade school. And don't me wrong. I mean, it's not lost on me. I understand it's that it's all she's got. I mean, it's basically her dad. Yeah.

Whatever. I get it. I 100% get it. But I'm just saying right at the top. It was just like, once again, frying pen. Ding, ding, ding. Like right at the top. Bing,

but I will say as soon as it got into the Millie, all that kind of weird stuff. And then like, I really thought that, I wish we could have just lingered long into the thing of like, hey,

is it, what's going on? And he's frantic. And it did have a lot of like, really great paragraph breaks with being like, and that was the last time I ever talked to him, which it's like, you know something bad's going to happen,

but you don't know when or how, you know? So it's just playing with those things. This would be, and it sucks that. We don't even know who the offer is. We should try to dig and see if we can find something.

But this would be something cool to see like, did they ever updated or add more to it? Because this would be a fucking sick story. I think they purposely mostly anonymously because it is read from the perspective of like I'm the girl who did it from

site. To me it read to me it read like a no sleep story. Yeah. Because even the whole thing of like I'm writing this now. Usually a lot of no sleep things will always end with I'm writing this now because blah blah blah blah blah. And like having it. Because you justify going. Yeah, exactly.

Or else the mods will whip you to death. But the, uh, But I think so. But who knows, though, too, it's one of those things where I do wonder how many people, if this is their first story, if they're right anonymously. And then it's just like, well, if people fucking hate me for it, then it's not going to, I don't want this to be the thing I'm known for or whatever. I've thoroughly enjoyed it.

Like, it did not seem like a, it didn't seem like a novice story. Like I said, the only thing that I kept, it's just, and I do this a lot, it's just whenever something's, whenever something's short and it's like really nice, and it has like a lot of fat on it, and it's sweet. You're like, fuck, man, I just wish there was just way more to this. story. Oh yeah. They slipped into this almost like other

it's back in time but it essentially like a little perfect more thing though you could see that being a story that's this length and you'd be like oh I wish there was more but they really like goes into the fucking hierarchy of like how it starts breaking things up almost turns into a fucking animal farm situation or some shit or grave of the whatever

Lord of Flies. You destroyed my memory of White Falls because I was thinking about like man I love at the end how that guy pulls the dude from Kansas City pulls out a candy bar I'm like man I love that and then I remember oh wait no Hunter made that

that didn't even happen in the story you just said that would be cool if that would have happened and later I was thinking of I'm like man that was such a That's right because he was such a selfish guy where you're like of course Or just like what if he pulled that can't bar I'm like that's such a good idea so then I'd gaslit myself and like man that's such a good part of the story It's cool man I mean I don't know this it was a lot of fun

on also too I will say in this which maybe I don't know how the audio is or whatever but being in something like with the whole million Ted thing I wanted to be in the diner setting so much longer with the sizzle the grill like I was so like enveloped like and I had to like put my I mean I need fucking reading glasses dude I was like sitting there like I'd get that close but putting being in the atmosphere even just the smell of like having that stuff around it really is I mean you know and we've done the thing of reading a story and the haunted house and stuff and that was fun too, but this was just something that was so specific and it's so active. There's like, there was like a sense of life around.

It was really cool. But yeah, I mean, I don't know. I can ramble on about it. But even with all the other people in the, in the diner, there's really no, you know, there's no reason for them to be there. Like the other customers, it should have just been something where it's like, oh, yeah, it's just an empty, it's a completely empty diner, which also makes it more suspicious, you know. Yeah.

But it would have been cool with more characters. and it's just people trapped basically in like a Venus fly trap of like an ethereal, uh, paranormal trap where, I'm assuming demons of some kind of, but like there's spirits that were so evil. They're just stuck on earth doing it over and over kind of thing, you know. And there's something too, I think. I like whenever also too,

a supernatural thing has an applicable thing of like why they want to trap people. Because like, I understand that like the real thing of like demons and stuff is like, well, they just like to trick people. Yeah. But it's a nice whenever there's a objective, like almost like the thing of like with this,

I almost thought that for a second. I thought it was a thing where she's like, oh, wow, and she's, like, touching his face and stuff. I thought she was going to do some kind of thing with, like, trying to steal his youth or, like, just something like that. Yeah. You know what I mean?

Yeah. No, I get that. I think, um, I mean, it's clearly, like you said, the whole, he craves, like, family. They're offering the role of family and they kill him with it. I feel like, which, nothing wrong with the short punch, right? No, no.

But I feel like if the story took more, time to kind of build that out, the trust and stuff. So I'm like, yeah, sure, we'll stay at your place. Here's the keys to my truck, you know. I feel like more could have been done with it. Well, at the same time, I mean, it's just cool. It's a cool. It's like this feels like the start of an urban legend kind of thing. No, it is. My mind just keeps racing. Like I think even like the whole thing about her, first off, I understand Calvin's a nice guy. If you were a nice guy, you would not make an 87 year old woman take your stuff to your room or whatever. Yeah. And to their, you know, I thought what was going to happen is they go outside

and she's like, all right, well, I'll see you. And they don't introduce Ted right away. And then they go outside and their tires are flat. And they're like, oh, fuck. And then Ted's like, oh, well, I think I've got to spare. And it's like, oh, they've been fucking with these people so they can't leave. Yeah. Well, why don't you guys just stay here?

I'll change it. We'll be ready by morning. Yeah. To where even could Laurel get won over a bit, be like, oh, well, maybe I am like, they are really kind, actually. I feel like, I don't know. When stories do stuff like that, when you go into a horror story, right?

You're expecting the... Oh, 100%. So, a lot of the times in stories when moves like that are pulled, it's obvious. It's obvious, so I'm just kind of there like, get to the... Someone gets mad and things go down, whatever.

So I almost appreciated the story. He'd just be like, don't leave. And Colin's like, okay! Like, that almost works. Like, yeah, just cut through all that. I think I'm expecting something, but I do think, like, even the, um, we used to live here thing.

I was about to say the exact same thing. I'm so enveloped in on the story and it's like, I feel like I know something. But I think that because the author has you in the palm of their hands, they can use those tropes against you to where you can divert a different direction. Here's the thing with we used to live here. There's so many questions being asked that when the snowstorm comes, which is nice because it's not, it's not like the family walked out of their car and they're like, we're out of gas.

Oh, can we stay? It's not they're doing it. It's a storm, right? like they didn't cause that. So it's like a natural reason for them to stay. But you want to figure out so many questions. It's weird. When you read, we used to live here,

I'm almost glad the family is sticking around because I want to hear more. I want to see more of this mystery unravel and stuff because it's interesting. It's just a thing of like it was just an impending dread. Yeah. The snowstorm happens. And then you already know you can see,

what's the guy's named Tanner? Or Thomas. Thomas. You know Thomas is turning around. He's just like, getting pretty bad out there and you're like dude don't let him stay and she's like okay and you're like no

what are you doing? I think that's whenever you can tell we're like no he's just trying to fuck with you also that's why I'm like I think that you can you can successfully do those tropes you know it's the wrong thing but it feels motivated by the character like Calvin being just like this like a Labrador you're like oh of course he's gonna say

oh sure sure yeah whatever you think yeah yeah it's like and again they give him the premise that it is believable for him to be too trusting. And it's also like most people are disarmed by an elderly couple. You know, it's like if you had a teenage girl come up and ask for something. Well, there's such not a threat. Exactly. Yeah. I'm a big guy. Whatever. I could take him. Yeah, blah, blah, blah. Little Tadino. He's going in the pot.

And once again, though, too, I love, I love a character that's like a big kid, but just that inhaler. Yeah. It's just a very obvious thing. Like you said, an Achilles heel. Yeah. I think that's nice. Also, once again, give him your order one more time. Cheese steak cash brown bowl as it comes with the onions two eggs over easy on top and ketchup Trevor had it what do you think what you think? Um it was pretty good I was really hoping that you're gonna be like I would not recommend it was a little like the flavors kind of don't go together all that great so wow Isaiah really it is supposed to all melt together what do you think of it

I like I will say there is something that Trevor is getting in it you need some of the flavors too many clear. Yes. Too many distinct. And at the end of the day, it's still a double over easy egg. Hashbread. With some meat. So it's good. It's good. I really like mine. What did you pay them? What did you pay them? I was texting them. I said if you say anything good about it, you're fucking fired. We have our always in. I will say, though, I'd order the peanut butter waffle after and I ate that all that. I've had it before, but that was a war. I'm going to fall into a fucking coma.

me leave. That's good. Actually, I'm not. I've had too much caffeine. This cold brew is going to kill me. I'm really kind of disappointed in it, crap your pants at some point. I let out a horrific gassy fart. That's rough. Also, on Tuesday, you looked over at me and you said, you just let it farted it. No, I 100% dead. No, I asked if you crapped your pants. I knew you farted. Oh, okay. But it sounded so wet. that I thought you just... What if I did? I thought that would have been funny.

What would you unironically do if you found out that I shit myself? And I just like was like, not. I would think it was... I would think it was funny. You wouldn't think even my character. You wouldn't be... That wouldn't change anything. You must think so low of me.

You're like, really? You can't go any lower. No, no, no. I mean, realistically, you know, this is a gross conversation to have a restaurant about whatever. Realistically. Yeah, my poop waffle.

There. Talk about this and I was like, hmm. You know, there's times where you're like, yeah, this one's probably fine, you know, and you trust it a little too much.

Now, if you sat there and like, just, like, unloaded no stop and you said in it, that would be... I think you would change your mind if it happened, person. If I kept itching

because it's getting, like, dried? Yeah, yeah. Or if I did this. Hold on, hold on, hold. Let me clarify. If you did that and didn't immediately fix it, yeah, I would think less of you, yeah. If you didn't, you're like, I think I go to the bathroom real quick. That would, that's, you know, ex-of-dad. What if I sat there and I did, I did, keep going.

You're reading whatever you're looking up at me. In my desk, come out, some wet wipes, whatever. I pulled up my pants. But the camera can't see it. I pull my fence, you can see everything. You see my little pig cock there. I'm sitting there, and I'm like, we're in public.

Are you serious? What were you recording? Magic. Does that not sound that's the most degenerate? That's like the stereotype The first time I didn't get caught and they were very surprised to get chuckle. But then the second time. Why didn't you just get up? But then I think that for the meme. Oh, okay. See, that's the thing with YouTube, there's a level of like, I'm going to be a degenerate because it's funny. You know? Yeah. And also it doesn't help in media magic. We're usually like, destroyed. Oh yeah. So we're sitting there and up in the, but this second time, Nick Ligger, I think Nick looked over and he was like, he was like, he was like, he was like, are you, he's like, are you paying? And I was like, ah, whatever. Is it on camera? Oh yeah.

I just pee-ped. Oh my God. Wait, that whole bottle? Oh my, that entire bottle? Oh yeah. I'll tell you, I think I'd like, I'll tell you. I think I lost a lot of respect from a lot of people. I mean, yeah, that happens.

Well, that's our episode today. That's her episode today. I do think that next time that we record, we should go to your neck of the woods, we should go to, I think that the Woff House thing should be a recurring thing. No, absolutely. No questions.

Nice summer night. It was a lot busier than I expected it to be. Yeah. For a Thursday? If it was like a weekend, we're like, oh, sure, people are going to come in after they've been at a bar or whatever. I'm near, like, more of like a city area, not too far away. So you might be a little busier than a man.

At night, I mean, not super busy, but there's always probably one or two people in there every hour, I'd say. I mean, I think that we were pretty, I mean, I didn't, like, there was a couple moments with the voice acting where I think it was supposed to be high, but I'm like, I'm not going to sit here and make it, yeah, so. All right. Well, thanks for Roger Creepcast, stay creeped. I also go to Waffle House. It's really good. Stay creeped. Again, not sponsored, but also not sponsored. But open is, please God.

Not sponsored, but I am looking to put a ring on it. Hey, look, single for now. And the cheese steak hash brown bowl is supreme. Don't listen to anyone else in this room. Cheese steak, truthers, sound off. I'd say what, I hate to see that militia. Well, Isaiah, I'll invite that with you with that bowl. You know, you know that meme?

the guy. It was like a Republican meme. Everyone jokes. It's the dude in the darkness watching Trump and he has a maga hat and a gun. He's like, don't worry, Mr. President. Replace that with a Waffle House hat and keep the gun. Yeah. Don't worry, Mr. Sane. I'll order the head. Don't worry, Mr. Goode. Yeah, don't worry, Mr. Coon. I'll order the cheese steak. All right. That's it. Sponsor us, please. Bye. Good.