Snook - Terrifying Lost Media

Episode Date: September 8, 2025

The world of lost media isn’t just strange, it can be downright terrifying. From the chilling death audio of Timothy Treadwell and his final moments in the Alaskan wilderness, to the disturbing and mysterious Ecstasy Tapes, and recordings so unsettling they’ve been locked away forever… Today, we’re diving into some of the most Terrifying Lost Media ever uncovered. This video contains content that may be disturbing to some viewers, so viewer discretion is strongly advised. If you’re fascinated by the darker side of lost media, make sure to like the video, subscribe, and comment if you’d like to see a Part 3. Stay curious… and stay safe. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

There are some recordings that were never meant to be heard, some videos that were never meant to be seen. They exist locked away in vaults, erased by authorities, or scattered across the darkest corners of the internet, and yet the mystery around them only grows. This is some terrifying lost media, but not the kind of cartoons or old TV shows people usually talk about. These are tapes soaked in tragedy, crime, and utter horror. audio and video that capture the very worst of humanity and in some cases the very last moments of someone's life if this kind of content fascinates you make sure to like the video and subscribe to the channel it helps more than you know let's begin the timothy treadwell death audio the first case we

have here is both terrifying and equally tragic it begins in catmine national park alaska a place so remote and wild that few ever see it in person. Now, this place is not a park with marked trails and a gift shop. It's raw wilderness with volcanoes, endless mountains, and some of the largest brown bears on earth. Most people only admire it from photos or quick tours in the offseason. It's beautiful. Yes, but one wrong move out there can cost you your life. However, for Timothy Treadwell, catmai was more like home. You see, he had a pretty normal. life growing up. This place was not always home for him. In fact, he didn't grow up dreaming of the wilderness at all. He was born under the name Timothy Dexter in Long Island, New York, about as

far from the Alaskan frontier as he can get. His childhood was pretty normal. He played sports, did fine in school, and like a lot of kids, he dreamed of becoming an actor. But in his 20s, things went off track. Living in California, Timothy was caught up in alcohol and drugs while chasing a career in Hollywood. Instead of auditions and movie roles, he felt deeper into addiction. By his own account, he nearly died from an overdose in his late 20s.

That close call forced him to sober up and rethink everything. And that's when he found the Bears. In 1990, he traveled to Alaska for the first time. And here's the strange part. On that trip, he came face to face with a grizzly. And instead of fear, he felt a powerful sense of connection.

To him, it was a sign. He believed his purpose was to protect these animals from people. He even changed his last name from Dexter to Treadwell, almost like he was starting over. From that point on, he dedicated himself to what he called bear protection. But this is where things started to get strange. He didn't have any background in biology, wildlife management, or even animal behavior.

In fact, he had no idea about the real dangers or details of what he was walking into. But Timothy was convinced he had something different. A strange belief that he could connect with grizzlies in a way no one else could. Every summer starting in 1990, he would travel back to Catmine National Park to spend time with the bears. That's when he went all in. He set up a little tent right in the middle of bear country and just live. there. He followed them around through the seasons and filmed everything. Hours and hours of honestly amazing footage. And he didn't see them as dangerous animals. He gave them names.

Cupcake, Mr. Chocolate, Aunt Melissa, and even the Grinch. To him, they weren't wild bears anymore. They were basically his family. The tapes were, like I said, astonishing. Timothy sat within a foot of 1,000-pound predators, speaking to them in a gentle voice, almost as if they were pets. It looked unbelievable. But then, when these tapes reached wildlife experts, they were not impressed in the slightest. They were terrified.

Native Alaskans, who had lived alongside bears for generations, also felt the same way. They said Timothy was breaking every rule of survival in bear country. To them, what he was doing was not. not brave at all. It was just a death wish. And they warned him that sooner or later, it would end in tragedy. But Timothy didn't listen. If anything, the criticism basically fueled him. He started writing books, giving talks, even popping up on TV shows, all pushing the idea that bears weren't these vicious killers people thought they were. To him, they were just misunderstood giants

that needed love and protection. But the park service wasn't buying it. Rangers kept telling him he was playing with fire, that he was messing with the bear's natural behavior and setting a terrible example for anyone watching. They find him, banned him from certain areas, and did just everything they could to get him to stop. But Timothy always found his way back.

He'd argue his case, charm his way into permits, and frame himself as the lone protector of these animals. He even accused the park service of being bureaucrats who didn't get it, that they didn't have what he had, this so-called spiritual connection with bears. And so every summer, he returned. Every year, he pushed the line a little bit further, and every time he came out alive, he had convinced himself that he was untouchable. By 2003, Timothy had been living among the bears for 13 summers. He had over 100 hours of footage, a published book, and a small following of people who saw him as a hero.

But there were warning signs everywhere. He'd been charged by bears multiple times. Other campers saw him in situations that looked like a death sentence, yet somehow he always managed to survive. But then came the summer that changed everything. This time, Timothy didn't go into the wilderness alone. He brought someone with him, his girlfriend, Amy, Hugh Gingard. Amy was 37 years old, a physician's assistant from Boulder, Colorado. She was smart, cautious, and very aware of how dangerous Timothy's lifestyle really was. And she wasn't blind to his

obsession with bears. If anything, it worried her more the longer she stayed with him. They'd been together for two years, and in that time, her concern only grew. At first, Amy refused to join him in Alaska. She wanted nothing to do with his camping trips, nothing to do with this so-called bare work, but Timothy kept pushing and eventually he convinced her. He told her this would be his last summer, his big farewell before leaving the wild behind. He wanted her there for that moment, to share in one final adventure. Of course, it wasn't true. Timothy had no plans to retire, but Amy didn't know that when she agreed to go. They arrived in early summer and set up camp in a place Timothy called the Grizzly Maze. It was beautiful, but it was also one of the most

dangerous areas in the park, a natural crossroad where Grizzlies pass through constantly. For filming, it was perfect. For survival, it was a nightmare. At first, it felt like any other summer for Timothy. Timothy was out there with his camera, talking to the bears in that calm, almost friendly tone he always used. Amy, though, wasn't exactly comfortable. She kept closer to the tent. clearly uneasy with the massive grizzlies circling their camp nearly every day. But as October came around, everything changed. The salmon runs ended early, and the bears grew restless. They were hungrier than usual and far less predictable.

Anyone with experience knew this was the single worst time to be near them. Hungry bears are desperate, and desperate bears do things they normally wouldn't. By then, most campers had already left. In fact, Park rules required it, and Timothy was well aware of that. He'd always packed up in early October before, but this time, he decided to stay, maybe because after 13 summers, the danger just didn't matter to him anymore. And that's when he made the choice that would ultimately seal his fate. On October 5, 2003, despite all the warnings and the obvious danger,

Timothy decided to stay one more night in the grizzly maze. That evening, he set up his camera outside the tent like he always did, ready to capture whatever came his way. But this time, it didn't catch video. It caught audio. Six minutes of it. In those six minutes would go down as one of the most disturbing recordings ever made. At approximately 2 a.m. on October 6th, a bear entered their campsite.

And this whole incident got recorded by the camera he had set up. Now, let me make it clear that the original tapes are lost media and have never been disclosed to the public except for a few people. However, recreations of the original tape and some transcripts are still available out there on the internet. The first sound on the tape is Timothy's voice, but it's different from his usual calm, gentle tone. He sounds alarmed, urgent, saying, then we hear Amy's voice from inside the tent, panicked and confused. What follows next is almost too horrific to describe, but we need to understand what occurred to grasp the full tragedy of this case.

The bear attacked Timothy first. His screams ended up being caught on tape as the bear attacked. The audio was horrifying because a thousand-pound predator was tearing into him. Timothy tried to fight back, but there was nothing he could do once the bear had locked onto him. Inside the tent, Amy could hear it all. Her boyfriend screams in the growls of the bear, unfolding just a few feet away. She had a choice.

Stay hidden and hope the bear left or try to save him. She chose the latter. On the tape, her voice cuts through. Tim, fight it, fight it. She ran out with a frying pan, swinging at the bear, trying to drive it off. For a moment, it seemed to work. The bear stopped, hesitated, but then turned on her.

The next sounds we hear are of Amy's screams. The bear had turned on her, and unlike Timothy, she had zero experience. Her voice is pure terror, the sound of someone who knows what's coming and can't stop it. The attack lasted six minutes. Six minutes of two people being killed in. eaten while a camera recorded every sound. Timothy's voice appears a few times, weaker each time. Then the tape cuts off. Maybe the battery died, maybe the bear destroyed it, but by then, both of them were gone. Their bodies weren't found until October 8th. When a pilot spotted

the campsite from above, the Rangers who arrived described a horrific scene. Both Timothy and Amy had been partially consumed. Their remains were scattered with shredded with shredded gear and belongings. The bear, an older, aggressive male, was still there, guarding the site as if it were its kill. Rangers were forced to kill the bear to recover the bodies. When they examined the animal's stomach contents, they found human remains from both Timothy and Amy. But here's what makes this story even darker. Timothy's death became something even more disturbing than the attack itself. The video camera was recovered from the scene. still containing the audio recording of the attack.

Park officials listened to the tape to understand what had happened. In their descriptions of its contents were linked to the media. Suddenly, everyone wanted to hear the death tape, the six minutes of audio that documented a real bear attack. The tape quickly became the center of speculation and morbid curiosity. People online claimed they'd heard it, even describing it in graphic detail. bootleg copies were said to be floating around, though most were probably fake, but one thing was certain. The tape was real. It just wasn't public.

Werner Herzog, who was a friend of Timothy's and the filmmaker behind Grizzly Man, was actually given access to it by Amy's family. In the documentary, you see Herzog listening to it with the camera fix on his face, but he refuses to let the audience hear it. He calls it something that no one should ever be exposed to. Now you know why no one's going to hear. You should not keep it. You should destroy it. Yeah. I think that's what you should do.

Okay. Because it will be the white elephant in your room all your life. The tape was not destroyed. Instead, it was locked away in a bank vault, instantly turning it into one of the most infamous recordings nobody's ever heard. And because nobody could hear it, the obsession only grew. Timothy had spent years convincing people that bears were gentle. misunderstood that love alone could keep them safe. But the footage told a different story.

Experts who reviewed it later said the bears weren't calm at all. They were stressed, aggressive, and Timothy was teaching them to see humans as prey. One bear in particular kept coming up. They called it the machine. Even Timothy admitted on camera that being around it made him feel uneasy, but he still pushed closer, like he always did. A few days later, he and Amy were dead, and that same bear was killed. Some tried to frame him as a martyrer, someone who died for the animals he loved, but that just wasn't the truth. It wasn't bravery, it was reckless, and Amy was the one who paid for it. The tape remains locked away, six minutes of screaming that the world will next. never hear. The ecstasy tapes. The story begins in Udison, New York. It was February of 2019,

and a 17-year-old Bianica Michelle Devons was supposed to get a fresh start at her life. She had just come home from a four-month stay at a therapeutic boarding school, something her mom, Kim, hoped would finally help after Bianca's repeated runaway attempts. You see, she'd been carrying heavy struggles for years. Bianica had borderline personality disorder, PTSD, and depression. And it started early. By the time she was nine, she was already in therapy for separation anxiety. So I think it's safe to assume that she had her fair share of problems at a very early age. Online though, Bianico was someone else entirely. She went under the name at ecstasy, and I know it's not the real ecstasy like spelling, but that's just easier and I think that's what

she was kind of going for. Anyways, she had built her own digital family, people who actually made her at home. Her following grew fast, reaching over 70,000 people, and had since climbed past 120,000. However, this is where the actual story starts. You see, her high school graduation was just months away, and she was genuinely excited for what was next. She planned to attend Mohawk Valley Community College in the fall to study psychology, hoping to use her own struggles to help other young people facing the same battles. But that's when things took a dark turn. That's when a 21-year-old lift driver named Brandon Andrew Clark from Cicero showed up in Bionica's DMs. At first, he didn't seem threatening. He was into gaming and alternative culture like

she was, and he'd grown up in foster care with his own mental health problems, which made him seem relatable to Bionica. To her family, he came across as polite, maybe a little awkward, but trustworthy overall. He even visited their house, met her mom, and showed up at a lot. And showed up at a graduation party. Not long after, though, things started to get weird. You see, Bianica had always been clear that they were just friends. She was about to start college and didn't want a serious relationship. Her family and friends later confirmed she never once called him her boyfriend. Brandon, however, built his own version of reality. In his mind, Bianica wasn't a friend. She was his girlfriend. And whenever she spoke to an

Another man, he saw it not as normal, but as cheating. On July 13, 2019, Bionika had plans to go to a concert in Queens and agreed to ride down with Brandon. The trip itself was uneventful. Brandon drove while Bionica sat on her phone, hyped for the night. When they pulled up to the Trans Pekos venue, the place was already packed. It wasn't some massive arena, more of a small underground spot where you could actually feel the music. That's what Bionica loved about it. was there too, but he quickly faded into the background. That's when Bianica met up with Alex,

another friend who had come to the show. The two clicked almost instantly, and in the middle of the noise, they shared a kiss. To Bianica, it was a fun and impulsive moment. She even sent messages to her friend on Discord as it happened, showing just how carefree and happy she felt. We held hands, my friends is so mad. He saw us kiss. I kissed him twice. When her friend asked about Brandon over Discord, Bianica's tone was notably different. The dude I'm in the car with, she wrote,

describing his music choice as sad stuff. Her focus was entirely on Alex. He smells so nice, L.O.L. No, he's perfect. I'm in love, she wrote, referring to Alex. But here's the problem. Brandon was watching, and to him, this wasn't just two friends having a moment.

In his head, he had already cast himself as Bianica's loyal boyfriend, so seeing her with Alex felt like pure betrayal. And when they kissed, that was the breaking point for him. That was the moment he pulled out his phone and decided to start recording. Then came to drive back to Utisah in the early hours of July 14th. Brandon sat behind the wheel in complete silence while driving down that dark highway. Brandon pulled out his phone and started posting on Instagram. The first thing he shared was a shot from Fight Club with the line,

This is Your Life in its ending one minute at a time. Now, as you might have guessed, this wasn't just a random photo. He was venting. Then he snapped a photo of the dark highway ahead and made another post, but this time the words were his own. He wrote, Here comes hell. It's redemption, right?

This was more than a confession. It was Brandon's excuse. His twisted way of turning. what he was about to do and do some kind of dark redemption. In his head, he wasn't a villain. He was the main character, marching toward a final act he thought was justified. That night gave birth to the first piece of the lost archive, file zero one, the drive. The audio itself is sealed away as evidence, but from what we know, it contains recordings of the whole drive back, where Brandon is processing everything in his mind and preparing for something really dark.

By dawn, Brandon pulled off onto Po Street, a dead-end road. He set up his camera, staged the scene, and hit record. That's where File Zero 2, the Post Street video begins. The video, which is now sealed as core evidence, reportedly shows Clark confronting a sleeping Bianica, waking her up to accuse her. To Bianica, it was just a jealous friend acting dramatic. She tried to brush it off and even joked that she'd walk home

if he didn't drive her. But little did she know that those would be her last words. I saw you kiss him, right? Yeah, I'm sorry. Well, I'm sorry he's not good enough. The camera captured everything. The instant her voice broke into terrified screams in the hollow silence that came after. For Brandon, it was the twisted ending he'd been thinking about all night. For Bianica, it was a nightmare. She couldn't escape. But the more The terrifying part is that, according to court documents, Brandon had also recorded himself having relations with Bionika before murdering her, creating what CBS News later described as relations and videos that prosecutors fought to keep sealed.

But the horrors of this story still don't end here. Standing there, drenched in blood, Brandon didn't think, what have I just done? Instead of leaving, Brandon staged the whole thing. He took photos of Bianca's body like he was some kind of art project, dragged her out of the Jeep, and covered her with a tarp. Then he spray painted on the road, May you never forget me? A line from a manga they used to read together.

He burned his laptop and hard drive and set up a speaker to loop Jogi's test drive, a song about obsession. This was Brandon's twisted attempt to write a final message, one he thought the world would have to look, at and then he made sure they did. He started uploading the images, first to Discord, in the very server where Bionica often hung out with friends, he dropped the image with a caption, sorry f***, you're going to have

to find somebody else to orbit. Then he moved to Instagram, his real account, the one Bionica's 70,000 followers already knew, a place where people expected selfies and makeup tutorials suddenly turned into a horror feed. scrolling through vacation picks and food posts now found themselves staring at Bionica's body. He didn't stop there. Next, he uploaded them to Facebook, then Snapchat, each platform became a distribution network for his horrific final production. After unleashing his content upon the world, Brandon made his final confessions. He left a chillingly calm voicemail for his grandmother, and then called 911 to report a murder S-word.

Audio File 01, the grandmother's voicemail. And then I hope I would be able to reach you, but I guess I'm not able to. So I know this is going to come as kind of surprise, at least to you it isn't to me. But I killed someone today. I killed my girlfriend. Well, she's supposed to be my girlfriend. And then Audio File 02, the 911 call. When the dispatcher asked him to stay on the line, he replied, Um, there's going to be a, uh, there's a murder.

Okay. On Pol Street, you said? The end of Poe Street, yes. Okay. You're in the Poles Street. Okay, what's your name? My name is Brandon. Um, the victim is Bianca Michelle Devons.

Yeah. What are you wearing? It doesn't matter. Okay. Well, I just want to talk to you, okay? Yeah, I know you want to pick me. I know how your job works. You have to keep me on the line, but it's not happening, okay?

His last act of content creation was, a selfie taken as he lay bleeding from self-inflicted wounds next to Bionika's body, a final performance for his online audience. When police arrived on Post Street, the scene they encountered was awful. They found Brandon lying next to his Ford Explorer, having just stabbed himself. As they approached, he uttered his first of many confessions. I did it. I killed her.

She was going to leave me. He was taken into custody and survived, but he was later charged with second degree murder. However, the crime didn't end at the roadside. Online, it mutated into something worse. The photos spread faster than platforms could react, downloaded, re-shared, and weaponized by trolls. Fake memorial pages popped up only to be filled with Bionika's death photos, baiting her friends and family. Strangers even set the images directly to her mother and sister, turning private grief into ongoing torture.

Instagram deleted over 10,000 posts in a single day. Twitter suspended accounts and Discord nuked servers. But for everyone taken down, more appeared. The images had escaped, and there was no going back. This is the point where the case crosses over into lost media and into something much darker. When investigators dug through Brandon's phone, they didn't just find a few texts or photos. What they uncovered was a full stalking archive. screenshots of Bianca's private conversations, images he'd saved, meticulous notes on her daily

routines, even recordings of their phone calls. Even in his Google history, it read like a checklist for murder, how to choke someone out, how to hit the Cartroyd artery to kill someone, or how to kill someone. This was an insanely terrifying man at work. On his phone, police found videos of Brandon practicing his confession speeches like he was rehearsing for a final act. But at the center were the ecstasy tapes, the unedited recording of the assault and murder. Prosecutors confirmed they exist but sealed them forever, saying releasing them would only deepen the family's grief. Their real lost media, footage no one should ever want to see. The Toy Box recordings and view of discussion as advised for this one, this following content is horrific.

This might be one of the most terrifying lost media stories ever. It begins on March 22nd, 1999 in Elephant Butte, New Mexico. A woman burst out into the street, completely naked, screaming for help. Around her neck is a metal dog collar, padlock shut, with a chain swinging as she runs. She bangs in the nearest door until someone finally answers. In the moment she's inside, she collapses, sobbing, shaking, and saying she's been held captive for three days. The homeowner then calls 911, and then the police arrive.

They questioned the victim, and she tells them the grueling story of what she had gone through. The woman, Cynthia Vigil, leads them to a trailer, and that's where everything changes. because what they find inside that trailer isn't just a crime scene. It's something else entirely. Something that makes veteran investigators question what they're looking at. The investigation swarms the place instantly, and they decide to take a look at the trailer in detail. The trailer was soundproofed with professional great acoustic foam covering every surface.

In the center, they found an examination chair, but it was modified, surrounded by pulleys, harnesses, and manacles bolted to the walls. Lead investigator Rich Libeser took one look around and knew immediately. People had died here. But here's where it gets weird. You see, the owner of that trailer was a guy named David Parker Ray, and among his belongings, the police found something that's going to become the centerpiece of this entire case. They found a single audio cassette tape dated July 23rd, 19th.

1963. Six years before Cynthia's escape. Six years. Now, what's on this tape isn't a deeper level of terror. If you're imagining it might be a recording of one of the victims. It's not. You're wrong. It's, it's worse. It's a welcome message. A script he recorded and played for every new victim. The contents of this tape are absolutely terror. Here's how it goes. Hello there, bitch. Are you comfortable right now? I doubt it. Wrists and ankles chained.

Gagged, probably blindfolded. You are disoriented and scared too, I would imagine. Perfectly normal under the circumstances. That opening says it all. He greets them like a guest, then instantly strips them down to nothing. There's no anger in its voice. no hesitation, this isn't random, this is rehearsed, calculated control. But it doesn't stop there.

Then he starts listing off the restraints. Not as if he's noticing them, but like he's proven a point that every chain, every lock, every shackle, was all planned by him. And when he follows that up with perfectly normal under the circumstances, it's nothing short of terrifying. because he's taking their fear, their suffering, and brushing it off like routine, as if this isn't horror, it's just procedure for him. Then the tape keeps rolling. For a little while at least, you need to get your shit together. It is very relevant to your situation.

I'm going to tell you in detail why you have been kidnapped, what's going to happen to you, and how long you'll be here. hearing that is brutal he isn't letting them cling to uncertainty he isn't leaving them space to wonder instead he promises answers not the kind that gives the victim's hope but the kind that completely destroys it and it's like jigsaw in real life and then comes the rules be smart and be a survivor don't ever scream don't talk without permission be very quiet be docile and obedient and by all means, show proper respect. So utterly terrifying.

But here's the part that I guess none of us would ever be able to digest. This is not even 10% of the whole tape. It was longer than 30 minutes and it's not available publicly. It is sealed and obviously we're not going to go into more detail about this as it gets super disturbing and inhumane as it goes forward. Now here's where the dots connect. That tape was made in 1993. Cynthia escaped in 1999, that six years of operation,

which means Cynthia was not the first. He'd been doing this for years. Maybe even before the tape was recorded, and the most disturbing detail of all of it is that the trailer itself had a name for it, the toy box. Investigators found he had poured over $100,000 into building that soundproof chamber,

and from its condition, it was clear. It had been in use for a very long time. You see, Ray kept journals page after page, describing in detail how he tortured and killed women. Investigators also found boxes full of jewelry, clothing, and random personal items, souvenirs he took from his victims, and Ray himself admitted to abducting around 40 women across different states. 40 women. But here's the part that's still haunting. The tapes. Aside from the infamous introduction tape, we talked about earlier, not a single one of his recordings has ever been recovered.

Police search his house, his trailer, even the lake nearby, every square inch, but nothing. And that is terrifying because a guy like Ray didn't build a soundproof torture chamber, didn't script an intro tape, didn't obsessively document everything only to never hit record. He filmed. We just don't know where those tapes are. Three possibilities make sense. One, maybe he destroyed them when he realized he was close to being caught. That's the optimistic scenario. Two, they're still hidden somewhere, waiting to be found.

Or three, and this is the darkest one, someone else has them. Because Ray was not working alone. He built a small circle of accomplices, people who helped him carry out his crimes and leading that circle was, disservantly enough, his own girlfriend, Cindy Hendy, and even more shockingly, his own daughter, Glenda Jean, Jesse Ray. Both women weren't just bystanders. They were bait. They lured victims into Ray's toy box where he called himself the dungeon master

and Hendy his mistress. It was a twisted performance they repeated over and over again. What made it even darker was Hendy's role, a female accomplice. fully involved in the torture. Investigators say Ray picked people he could control, twisting loyalty into obedience. That's how he built his circle. One member, Roy Yancey, even admitted Ray convinced him to strangle a woman named Marie Parker and dump her body in the desert. She was never found. When it all fell apart, Jesse Ray, his own daughter, cut a deal and got probation. However, Hendie, his wife, wasn't so lucky and was sentenced to 36 years, but

released in 2019. Ray himself was linked to as many as 60 murders, though no bodies were ever found. He died in prison in 2002, and his sentence was more than 200 years. But with him died the location of his victim's remains, and with him died the secrets of his video archive. When the FBI finally went public in 2011, they dropped hundreds of photos from Ray's property. But here's a thing. None of them showed the tapes. And that's where the timeline makes this even more disturbing. Ray was already 60 when he was arrested. And by his own words, he'd been at this since the early 90s, maybe even earlier. That's decades of victims, decades of recordings, hundreds of hours of footage, and he don't just throw that away. Ray wasn't careless either. He had plans of disposing bodies,

scripts for breaking his victims, and even checklist for every possible scenario. A man that precise doesn't just leave his most important trophies lying around for police to find. So those tapes are out there somewhere. Maybe locked up in a storage unit under a fake name, maybe sealed inside barrels and bury down in the desert, or maybe sitting with someone who's too terrified to hand them over, but too obsessed to destroy them. The trailer itself has now gone. His torture chamber no longer exists. Ray confessed to 40 victims, though detectives believed the real number was closer to 60. And the truth, the actual number went to the grave with him. What we do know is absolutely terrifying. Every single one of them was filmed, and we have no clue where that footage is. May their souls,

rest in peace. And all right, guys, that wraps up, some terrifying lost media. I appreciate you watching. Please like the video and subscribe to the channel. It helps more than you know. This was Snook, and I'll see you next time. Bye.