Sightings - From Beyond

Episode Date: May 18, 2026

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From Beyond. It's a phrase we use to keep distance from what we don't understand, to suggest that whatever lies on the other side is separate, unreachable. But for some people, that boundary isn't so clear. It thins. It opens. And something crosses over. Because when something reaches out from beyond, it isn't random.

It's deliberate. And once it finds you, the distance between worlds may never fully close again. Welcome to sightings. I'm MacLeod. And I'm Brian, and we're back with another episode that'll bring you an original supernatural story performed by McLeod, plus a few of our favorite listener stories that we've been sent recently. Our feature story takes us to Okinawa, an island of Japan with a bloody history. It's a place full of mystery, secrets, And it should seem lots and lots of ghosts.

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about the housing situation, I should at least put it somewhere official, so here it is, official. My family and I were assigned to building 2283 in the eastern residential block about six weeks ago. The unit is a three-bedroom, which is more than we need, but that's what was available. It sits up against the daycare facility on one side, which is great, and a storage building on the other. Quiet street, nothing wrong with it on paper. but in practice there are issues. The plumbing, first of all, makes noises it shouldn't. There are irregular sounds coming from inside the walls,

often when no water is running. I've checked the fixtures twice and had a housing tech take a look, but he found nothing. Old building, he said. Okay. Then, also, the doors don't seem to sit right in their frames. They have a habit of swinging open on their own if you don't latch them fully.

I've shimmed the hinges and it still does it. The electrical is weird too. Lights dim for no reason at all. I've logged it all. And sure, those are just maintenance things, but there's other stuff that I just can't account for, things that are more than maintenance, things that honestly are unsettling me.

There's other sounds beyond the plumbing. Sometimes I'd walk out of a room, then hear movement inside it just after I. left. Not house sounds, not creaks or bangs, just the sounds of a room being occupied. Every time I heard it, I went back and checked, and every time the rooms were empty. My wife mentioned once that she felt like the house ran on a delay somehow. Her words, not mine, but it feels right. Like whatever had just happened in a room with still finishing up once she left. I didn't say anything to her about having those the same thing.

Oh, objects have been slightly off, not missing, just like not where I left them. I figure someone might blame memory in cases like this, but I'm not a man who misplaces things. My kit is where my kit is. My keys are where my keys are. And twice now, they haven't been. I mention this because I want to be precise about this, because I don't want this to be interpreted as dramatic. I'm simply describing something that's just slightly out of phase. with the way a house is supposed to behave.

And I haven't found the explanation yet. But I did start asking around, nothing that would make it seem like I've gone soft, just asking. And I started with Fitch. He's a corporal in my unit who grew up as a base kid. He has more unofficial knowledge of Cadena than anyone I've met so far.

And when I told him my address, he got quiet in a way I didn't like. It took some pushing, but he eventually talked, and he said that when he was a kid, early 70s, must have been, something happened in the house. But the details were different depending on who you talked to, and no one official ever confirmed anything. But he knew the rumors all right, and he said a serviceman killed his family in that house. I could tell him, maybe he even believed it. I told him that rumors like that follow some buildings on every base in the world, and he should know better.

He didn't argue, but he also didn't take it back. So, there's that. On the record. I don't know. Kowalski again, same address, January 14th, 1987. I've been sitting on whether to make another one of these. The first one felt like enough, you know, get it down, move it along, hopefully get my house fixed.

But still no explanations or fixes have. come and things have gotten strange enough that I can't keep logging it as structural noise and leaving it at that so this one's gonna be less put together fair warning but okay last week I was home alone my wife had taken our daughter to visit another family on base and I was sitting in the kitchen with coffee like usual then I heard footsteps in the hallway I got up and checked there immediately but there was nothing there. Then I went back to the kitchen and then it started up again. Four times it did this and

whatever the source was, it stopped moving when I got close. So yeah, that's not a settling foundation or plumbing issue. Then, let's see, three nights ago, I was in the back bedroom and heard what I can only describe as domestic activity coming from the kitchen, things like silverware clinking, dishes moving. I ran to the kitchen to see if I could catch it, but the sound stopped before I got there, and the room was empty. When I got back to the bedroom, it started again. Of course it did. Clearly, whatever it is, it's, um, I can't believe I'm saying this. It's aware of me. And, uh, to be honest, I'm not sure what to make of it all. I've been asking around more, talked to a woman at the housing office who's been on base for years, longer than most other staff.

And now she didn't confirm the story about the family, but she didn't deny it either. What she did say was that the house had been difficult to keep occupied. People put in for transfers often. I also talked to one of the older Okinawan maintenance workers, a man named Goya, who's worked on base since before I was born. His English is limited, and I won't pretend I got it. everything, but when I told him where I lived, he made clear he didn't go near that building, my building.

Flat out, wouldn't go close. So, uh, the version of the story I've assembled from all these fragments. And I want to be clear, it's, it's inconsistent because no one's account matches quite up with the others. Um, the story seems to be that more than one family may have had a bad end in that house, this house. So, um, not just one incident. and either nobody actually knows the details of it

or the people who do aren't talking, but people do seem willing to talk about something else, and that's Gate 3. Now, it might seem unrelated at first, but I do think it's relevant, and I'll explain why in a moment. But for those who haven't used it, Gate 3 is the one on the northeast perimeter,

mostly for the late-shift guys. And what I've heard from some of the ones pulling guard duty out there at night is that figures have been spotted near the gate at night, figures, meaning people, of course, on the road or near it, and not corresponding to any personnel on record. One corporal told me he saw a figure walking down the road in uniform, but when he got close, he saw it was straight out of World War II.

The figure looked injured and reached out to him and then was gone. Of course, I initially wrote it off as bogus. Men on late shifts, isolated in the dark, letting the atmosphere get the better of them. It happens. But here's what's been bothering. me. This thing that's happening in my house is not random. It's not ambient. It responds to observation and adjust to where I am. And that responsiveness is exactly how all the Gate 3 incidents are

described. It's like it's all connected. It's all reactive. So, last night I had my wife and son stay at our friend's place. And once they were gone, I walked to every room, confirmed they were empty. Then I sat in the kitchen and waited. A few minutes later, noise started up in the back bedroom. I ran over there, turned on the lights, found nothing, as usual. Then I turned to leave, but this time, the sound resumed before I'd even taken a step. When I turned back, it stopped again, but I stood in the doorway for a while after that, and eventually I can't recall the exact time. I looked over at the window over the bed. Since it was dark outside, the glass was reflective, and I should have been the only thing in that

reflection, but I wasn't. The room looked occupied. And I'm not sure how to be more precise than that, because it wasn't like there was a figure there or a strange shape. It was just that the room was full somehow. I don't know. I wasn't afraid, though. I want to say that clearly, but now I'm recalibrating because I'm out of explanations and need a new frame. for what I'm dealing with. Kowalski, February 7th. And I want to say something before I get into tonight because it's been sitting with me.

I've been on bases in Germany, Korea, states side and four states. You're always on foreign ground in some sense. But Okinawa is something else. It's hard to describe, but you feel it in a way I haven't felt anywhere else. What happened here, I mean, I mean, you drive 10 minutes off base and you're passing memorials.

Caves where field hospitals were, cliffs where people jumped rather than surrender. Goya, the maintenance guy who won't go near this building. He's old enough to have been a child during the battle here. I didn't know that when I first talked to him, and I think about that now when I think about the look on his face when I told him my address. He knew something, not just about the house. something older. There's a version of the story going around

that the ground this residential block sits on may have been a burial site, pre-war, that the base was built without much regard for what was already there. I don't know if that's true, but I've been thinking about it tonight. It's been the same this evening as others, movement in the back rooms,

sounds of occupation in empty spaces, but all the other times, whatever this is, responded to my movement by stopping. Tonight, it isn't stopping. It's continuing around me. I'm no longer the variable it's adjusting to. About an hour ago, I stepped outside for air. The base was quiet, but I had the distinct impression

that the perimeter of my property was occupied in the same way the house is, not figures, just the sense that the boundary of this place was being held somehow. And that got me thinking about Gate 3. I think I understand now why the two things feel connected. This island has more dead than it knows what to do with. American, Japanese, Okinawan, the base sits on top of all of that and calls it secured ground. But I don't think it is. What's at Gate 3 and what's in this house are part of the same condition. ground that was never cleared in any real sense that still has weight.

I'm sitting in the kitchen now and the sounds have moved into the hallway closer than before. I've got my keys on the counter. I've been thinking about leaving for the last 20 minutes and I'll probably do that. But I want to finish logging this because tonight's different, and the difference matters.

Wait, the hallway just went quiet. And, oh, there's something in the room with me now. It's in the way the air has changed, which I recognize I'm aware of in a way I wasn't six weeks ago. That's what this house has done. It's calibrated me to it. Yeah, it's just present. I'm going to go soon, but I think I know now that this isn't something that happened to this house.

This is something the house and this ground and maybe this whole island has been holding on to. And I just happened to walk right into the middle of it. Okay. I'm picking up the keys. Sightings will be back just after this. Instacart knows that some people go bananas about getting the perfect, well, banana. Some want them green, some want them ripe, some want them ready right when they hit their doorstep. But with Instacart's preference picker, available at most retailers, you can choose to get your groceries just the way you like.

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So my voice is going to be a little off for the rest of the episode, everyone. That's all right. But let's talk about that story. Please. You know, is it possible, Brian, for us to start with some hands? history about the island of Okinawa? I feel like there's a lot there to unpack, aside from just the ghost story. Yeah, I don't know a ton, to be honest. I know it is probably the most southernmost island of Japan. It is way south of Japan. It's pretty much a tropical island. Oh, wow.

And it was the bloodiest battle in the Pacific in World War II. So a lot of Japanese soldiers died, A lot of American soldiers died there. After World War II, after we kind of chopped up the Japanese Empire, essentially, we kind of claimed land on Okinawa to have a military presence there because it has been our kind of forward base for the Pacific since World War II. And that's Kadina Base. And I have friends who are in the Air Force who have been stationed there. And it's probably a pretty cool place to be because it's kind of like a tropical parody. Yeah, yes. Well, except for did any of these that your friends ever report experiencing? I didn't ask them, actually, about that. But I can say that House 2283, which is the house that the soldier that you played, that he lived in, that is a real house.

And Gate 3, which was also mentioned the story, that is a real gate. Of the two, you know, House 2283 seems to be the scariest of the bunch for sure. because allegedly three separate soldiers murdered their families and then killed themselves in that house. Three. Wow. And did you say allegedly or that is verified? Here's why it's weird. So what happened in 1972, apparently one in 1973 and one in 1988. Interestingly, that like this seems to be like common knowledge all over the base. Huh.

But there is no physical record of this having actually happened there. Like, so there's suspicion of a cover-up or something? Possibly. What is known is that the house sat unoccupied since 1988, which was when the last murder-suicide apparently happened. It became a storage unit then. And then finally, the house was torn down in 2009. And it doesn't sound like they were tearing down lots of other stuff around there. So it just kind of.

They were just like, you know what? Let's just get rid of this. Apparently, 21 families lived in that house between 1973 and 1988. And so clearly 21 families didn't have murder suicides. No, but I can't say, like, I, you know, the military is pretty good at churning people in and out of places, but 21 families in 14 years is a lot really fast. Sure. And a lot of them have said that they had weird experiences. People have reported hearing humming laughter in the house.

One guy woke up one night and found his 11-year-old on the roof with no memory of how she. got there. Oh, man. I think if you can remember from the story, the house sat next to a daycare center. Right. And even after the house became a storage facility, there were weird things happening. Like, the kids at the daycare center would make friends with the kids next door. Oh. There were no kids next door. Yeah. And I think a big reason that the place allegedly, and again, we got to put air quotes in allegedly around all of this because there is no physical record of any of this other than a whole lot of rumors on the space. Right. But the people at this, uh, daycare center were like begging them to just tear this place down because it's messing the kids up kind of thing. Oh. So it's kind of compelling, I think, because there's just so much history and so much turmoil on that island. I mean, it certainly presents as what I find the most compelling rationale for there being ghosts and it being kind of like the character describes like almost like what does his wife call it again, like a delay or something. Yeah. Like, you leave a room and that someone is still in their occupying.

Yeah, like there's some like residual, just like residual overlapped presence. Exactly. This is kind of the poster child, I feel like if any island in the world is due for like residual haunting, it's Okinawa, you know. Right. We actually had a great conversation with Genevieve of My Victorian Nightmare about kind of that same thing. It was the Willington Mill haunting and how there was just residual presence in that house. And I should say there's a lot more lore on that island that I didn't even get into. But, you know, the two that I thought were the most spooky and compelling, where the one at the gate where, like, soldiers from, you know, World War II are walking up to the gate.

Yeah. And then this house were the two that I decided to feature in the story. But, you know, there's memorials all over the places of the story mentioned. And there's just, there must just be a weight on the island, you know, that kind of contributes to that. And it's been a long time since I've read military histories of. of the Battle of Okinawa, but I do recall being struck by how brutal it was. Yeah, well, I just took a quick look to inform myself on the history of this battle a little bit. The magic of the Internet, right?

I know. It apparently lasted two and a half months, give or take. And 50,000 Americans were injured or considered casualties, but 12,500 of them died. Wow. But 94,000 and change soldiers and sailors for the Japanese. Army died in that battle. Wow. So a lot going on there and clearly a lot still going on there. If you've been to Okinawa listeners, do let us know about that. But again, we're kind of doing short discussions right now because we want to feature some listener stories as well. So let's dive right into another listener story, McLeod. We're not even going to take a break before we do this.

Yeah. So as you know, this episode is titled From Beyond. Yes. So we've got another spooky story coming your way. This story is from Ashley. I do not know where Ashley is from. She did not say when she sent the story in. Okay. So let's just kind of roll with it. All right.

Let's get some music going. And here we go. I've been told by some in my Native American and Creole family that I'm what they call sighted. Someone more sensitive to things others can't see. I've never tested that theory, but I've seen enough spirits. to believe there's more out there than what we can physically touch. Okay, so Ashley is actually seen spirits or ghosts. It sure sounds like it.

This story takes place when I was about eight years old. My mother had just passed away from a rare form of cancer, and I was alone with her when it happened. It was traumatic, and looking back, I realized it left me emotionally wide open. After she passed, I went to live with my aunt and she said, Chicago. She worked long hours, so she enrolled me in an after-school program at a nearby rec center. It was a one-story building with a gymnasium, classrooms, a small library, and large rear doors that opened onto a field with trees and a playground. It didn't feel spooky. It felt normal.

That's where I met Todd. He and I became fast friends. He'd shoot hoops in the gym, and I'd sit nearby, talking or doing my homework. He was my one friend, and I was glad to have him. I'm just like imagining this going sixth sense on me. It's kind of setting it up for it, isn't she? I know, I know. One day, I was in the bathroom when a loud fire alarm started blaring. I ran out expecting to see everyone evacuating, but the halls were empty. The moment I stepped outside, the sound stopped. No one else heard it. It kept happening. every day for a week, only when I was alone. The staff thought it was strange.

My aunt was worried. I started avoiding being alone just to stop the noise. I needed someone to believe me, so I asked Todd to stand outside the bathroom while I went in. I was drying my hands when I heard quiet whimpering from a stall I knew had been empty. I called out. The door was closed. I peered through the crack and saw,

brown eye staring back at me. The door slowly opened. A young woman, maybe 17 to 21, stood there in a black maid's dress, her brown hair and a bun. She looked out of place like she'd stepped out of the late 1800s or early 1900s. She seemed lost. I handed her a tissue. She looked at it like it was foreign, then used it gently. Her voice had a soft, British-sounding accent, and she asked me where we were. I told her the name of the rec center and said, my aunt would be there soon, and maybe she could help. That seemed to calm her. She told me her friends called her Lottie. We walked into the hallway. I could see Todd through the gym doors. As I kept talking to her, Todd opened the door and called out, you okay? I turned to answer, and when I turned back,

she was gone. It kept happening. Lottie would appear, crying in the stall, and every time she'd reintroduce herself like we hadn't met. She'd used the tissue like it was strange to her. She only ever appeared when I was alone. We would talk and always be interrupted as soon as someone else came around. I would try to get her to not disappear, but I got used to it.

The next day, I'd see her and I'd have to introduce myself. we would talk and then she would disappear. I tried again and again to get Todd to see her, but she'd vanish every time. Finally, we made a plan. Todd hid just out of sight to block off the hallway. I went in alone. This time she wasn't crying. She remembered me. We talked. She asked about the city and I said I hadn't been there long, but I missed New York. She said she was looking for a street called Lake Park. I pointed toward it and offered a ride. She said she'd walk, thanked me, and told me she wouldn't bother me anymore. She leaned down and kissed my cheek. Her lips were ice cold. She walked away slowly, and Todd came running. He saw me talking, heard only my voice,

but he saw no one. After that, she never spoke to me again, but I'd still see her, walking. down the hall drifting near the gym. She'd give me a little wave. It became a kind of joke between Todd and me. Years later, I learned there had been a fire in 1900 at a hotel not far from that rec center. A young woman named Charlotte, nicknamed Lottie, died in that fire. She'd worked there as a maid. I've never found a photo, so I don't know if it was her, but it's always always always felt like more than just a coincidence. Yeah, you called the sixth sense. I thought it would be Todd.

I thought it was like your friend is not an actual person. Because you said it up with everybody else. Todd was weird, but. I like that she opened with the saying that people have said that she's cited, because I feel like this is a thing that we've encountered a lot, is how some people just are aware of or can perceive, you know, beyond the veil, so to speak, almost, whether it be just supernatural things,

or being able to sense ghostly presences or things like that, like the kid in the sixth sense, for instance. Right. You know, and like my mom, for instance, is kind of someone has come up to her and said, oh, you have like, you're sensitive, you know, because she's had some weird stuff happen to her, which we'll probably do in an episode of the show sometime. Oh, cool.

I would love that. But so this is a thing that, you know, I kind of subscribe to because, like, I don't think anyone would want that necessarily, you know? Right. Right. Sounds like a burden. It does. It does. So my heart goes out to these people who encounter these kind of things. And Ashley, I'm glad that your ghost was not a scary one. Yeah. And it seems like it was kind of like, and you just sound like so chill and awesome that you were just like there and like, hey, I'll help you out.

Like. She did feel a little bit like the ghosts in a sixth sense, though, in a way, because all of those ghosts were reaching out to the kid, if I remember. Right. Because they needed something, you know. And like it sounded like she was just kind of stuck in this building. But yeah, it's almost like they needed to know, they needed to learn or understand that they were dead. Yeah. Yeah.

And maybe there was that point where she stopped talking to her and like that was where she realized. And now she's just content being where she is and isn't crying in the stalls anymore. Yeah. But here's the final thing I'll say. Right at the top, Ashley said, I've seen enough spirits, plural. So I'm like, Ashley, you've clearly got more stories. Mm-hmm. So hit us up.

Yeah. So we're going to take a quick break. And when we come back, we've got one more listener's story coming right at you. All right, welcome back. McLeod, you ready for one more? Of course. All right. This one is from Natalie from California.

Okay. It took place, it looks like 10, 15 years ago. 2013, yeah. Yep. So let's get some music on. In 2013, I suddenly and unexpectedly lost my grandfather during my first year of law school. I say suddenly. and unexpectedly because the Friday before my spring break was supposed to start,

my mother called me and told me we had to go down to Fresno because my grandfather had fallen at home and had been taken to the hospital and they didn't think he was going to survive. My mother and I drove the three and a half hours to Fresno and were able to say goodbye to my grandfather. It was like he was waiting for my mother and I to get there because he was stable and his poor and unconscious condition, but about 30 minutes after we arrived and we were,

whispered our goodbyes to him. His condition rapidly worsened and he passed away. We spent the week with my grandmother trying to help her cope and begin cleaning out their home. My grandparents were married for 60-something years and had a house filled, borderline hoarded with items and memories from their life, kids, grandkids, and travels. My grandmother would need help cleaning out a four-bedroom house filled with these items and was now facing this task without. her husband. I found an internship in Fresno and stayed with her in the house to help her clean it up over the summer. As an attorney now and law student at the time, I didn't put much stock into ghosts or the supernatural and was focused on the practical things, like the number of rolls of Christmas

wrapping paper, books, photo albums, and trinkets in the house. I just wanted to make it a safer space for my grandmother to be in and to help clear some space for her to grieve and come to terms with her new reality. Most days were uneventful and just a haze of sorting items to donate and checking behind photos and photo albums to see if my grandparents had hidden some cash behind them. One day, my grandmother was out with my aunt and I was downstairs in the house with only the dog for company, sorting through some magazines and listening to the radio downstairs. After working for about an hour, around 11.30 a.m., I heard a radio come on upstairs. I knew I was home alone. I knew I was home alone, and went to investigate.

There was a clock radio from the late 1980s in my grandparents' bedroom that had come on and was playing loud enough for me to hear it from across the house and down a floor. I turned the clock radio off, unplugged it, and made sure to remove the batteries, because it was a little odd that it came on for the first time at 11.30 with seemingly no input. I was a little freaked out, but figured it was just an old alarm and it was plugged into the wall. When my grandmother came home, I told her the clock radio had come on earlier in the day, but she didn't think it was odd, but also didn't have any explanation. I told her I had unplugged it and taken the batteries out and that we should donate it,

but that for now I would leave it in her bedroom until we were ready to go drop off our donations. The next day, my grandmother was at church, and I was again home alone working on sorting downstairs. At the same time, 11.30 a.m. I heard music coming from upstairs again. Now I was more apprehensive, but thought I might have just forgotten to take the batteries out of the clock radio. I went back upstairs to investigate where the music was coming from. It was coming from the unplugged, battery-free clock radio.

Being thoroughly and adequately freaked out, I did the only thing I could think of. I walked into my grandparents' empty bedroom and said, Grandpa, if this is you, just know that I love you and Grandma loves you. We miss you, but I promise we'll take care of her. This thing you're doing with the clock radio is really freaking me out, so if you could not do it again, I'd appreciate it. I then walked over to the clock radio, turned it off for the last time, and made sure it was still unplugged and had no batteries in it. The clock radio didn't turn back on, and we donated to the clock radio. it without any further incident. To this day, I'm not sure why it came on the second day I was home

alone, but my grandfather and I had a special bond since I was his first grandchild and the only one he ever gave a nickname to. I like to think he wanted me to know he was there and that he was okay. And maybe he just wanted some reassurance that we'd keep a close eye on my grandmother. My grandmother passed in 2015 and we finished cleaning out the house without any further supernatural incidents. My only advice for others facing the task of cleaning out a loved one's home is to check in every box behind every photo and picture frame for cash that has been stashed and forgotten about. Oh, and to make sure all the clock radios are fully powered down and unplugged.

That's good advice. It is. I wouldn't have thought that people would stash cash around so much, all willy-nilly like that. Some people just stash cash. I guess, yeah. Yeah. But I loved this story for, it was, you know, I thought both these stories that we had were kind of less creepy and more just wistful in a way, almost. Yeah.

I mean, like, I, and I sometimes, I often, I don't know, I feel like sometimes I find those more compelling when there's kind of some emotional tethered it that isn't just like I'm here to terrify you because it's almost like why. I always find it nice when it's a grandparent or a parent or someone who's kind of communicating from beyond just almost like saying I'm okay, you know, just in whatever way they can. Yeah. And I feel like that's shown up in several stories that we've done, you know, over the years. Yeah.

The first one that comes to mind is the phone calls. The phone calls from the dead. Yeah, with the brother. Yeah. Which a lot of people responded to that story saying that they had had had. kind of similar ghost in the machine type things or like timing mismatches like after learning that a relative had passed. Yeah, it's kind of a wild phenomenon, how electronics can kind of get swept up in all

of this stuff. Yeah. The other thing I loved about the story that we've seen it in a few other listener's stories is when they just kind of stand up and talk to the ghost being like, you need to stop this. I know. Yeah. It's like, Grandpa, stop. I know.

That was very sweet where it's like, grandpa? I love you. Stop. You figure me out. And he's like, oh, okay, cool. Yeah. Yeah. But next month, McLeod, we are going to go a little bit darker again.

All right. I mean for that, too. Yeah, I love getting spooked out. Yeah, I'm not going to say what the story we're going to be featuring is going to be. But we're going to kind of do another hybrid episode with a couple of listener stories after another big story that we do, where you play a character and we talk about it. Great. But I can say that the title of the episode is going to be Nightcrawlers. Night Crawlers.

That's a great title. Uh-huh. So some of your, some of your little spitey senses might have already been queued into what we might be doing next month. But for those you that don't, you just have to come back and find out, along with McLeod, who does not know still. So looking forward to that, same time, same place right here on sightings. Bye, everybody.

Sightings is hosted by McLeod Andrews and Brian Sickley. produced by Brian Sigley, Chase Kinzer, and McLeod Andrews. Series music by Mitch Bain. Mixing and mastering by Pat Kickleiter. Artwork by Nuno Sarnanos. Sightings is presented by Reverb and Q-Code. If you like the show, be sure to subscribe on your favorite podcast platform, so you're first to hear new episodes every week.

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