The Why Files: Operation Podcast - Stories That Still Haunt the Internet: The Soup Room, The Masked Feast, The Station That Isn't There

Episode Date: July 11, 2026

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Gather around. This happened in Japan in January of 2004. Just past 11 on a Thursday night, Hussumi caught the last train home from work. at Shin Hamamatsu. It was about a 33-minute trip, with a stop every few minutes, and she knew every station by heart. But tonight was different. About 20 minutes in, the train didn't stop once.

30 minutes, 40 minutes. The train just kept going, and Hussumi was getting nervous. Finally, 90 minutes later, the train stopped. Hussumi got off at Kisaragi Station. Hussumi was confused. She never heard of a Kisaragi station. Well, that's because it doesn't exist.

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The way you'd talk if something weird was happening, but you were sure there was a normal explanation, so she laid out the story, post-by-post, as it happened. Has anyone heard anything about the Hamamats train? Did they switch it to an express train? It's not stopping at any stations. Users responded quickly. It was late, but this is the kind of message board that comes alive at night.

I assume he wrote about the train not stopping at stations like it was an express train, but this line had no express. And I assume he wasn't alone. There were five other people on the train, but something felt off. They were all asleep, but not the way commuters doze off. When you fall asleep on a train or a plane, your head kind of just hangs. When you hit a bump, you snap up for a second and then drift off again. They weren't doing this. Those people were out, almost like they were sedated.

Hussumi expected someone to wake up and be as confused as she was, but nobody did the entire time. Nobody on this train is awake except me. I don't know how anyone could sleep on a train. And they are sleeping really hard. I had to check that they were actually breathing. Hussomi was still calm and joking with people on the message board, but it was getting late and she was getting a little worried.

People told her to check with the conductor. That was a good idea. She walked to the front of the car, but the window of the driver's cab was covered. The blinds were closed from the inside. She knocked on the window, politely at first, then harder and harder until she was banging on it.

Either the conductor was ignoring her or nobody was driving this train. She couldn't decide which was worse. She went back to her seat and told everybody what happened. The joking stopped. Then the train entered a tunnel. There was no tunnel on her commute, not anywhere. And this tunnel went on for a long time.

Too long. When the train finally came out of the tunnel, it started to slow down. Her commute is supposed to be 33 minutes with stops. This was a 90-minute ride with only one stop, this one. She got out, but nobody else did. The doors closed and the train with the five sedated passengers pulled away. Her phone buzzed. The message board was going crazy.

People wanted to know where she was. She found the name on a sign and sent it to the message board. Kisiragi. A few minutes later, someone replied, Oh, no. The station was deserted and looked old. An empty Japanese train station was weird enough, but there were no ticket machines, no timetable, no phones.

the area didn't look familiar at all. There wasn't a single house in sight, and it was too quiet. She could see hills far in the distance, but everything was dark. The light at the platform was the only light for miles. She checked the message board again. The internet loves a puzzle, so people went to work. But nobody could find any information about Kisaragi Station. Asumi searched too. Same result.

I've been searching the web, and I can't find anything called Kisalagi. If anyone knows where I am, please post right away. There is no, and there has never been a station named Kisaragi on this train or any train line in the entire country. And it wasn't just a few people searching. Hundreds of people were now in the thread trying to find her. Then came to speculation. She got on the wrong train. Unlikely.

There's only one train out of Shin Hamamatsu, and she was on it. Some said maybe she's in an alternate reality. or maybe in some type of purgatory or liminal space. It certainly felt like it. Then a message shut down a lot of theories. Someone asked, if she slipped into some different reality, how has she been posting the whole time? It's the same internet, the same people since the beginning of the thread.

And even though she was in the middle of nowhere, she had cell service. And that message reminded Hussumi to do the obvious. She called her parents. They picked up right away. She told them the story, and they came to the same conclusion. There was no such place as Kisaragi Station. Her father told her to call the police, and she did.

The police were cooperative at first. They couldn't find Kisaragi Station either, and if they couldn't find it, it didn't exist. The policeman said it was against the law to prank call the police. Assume he apologized and hung up. Her phone was full of lifelines. Her parents were awake and ready to help, the police picked up on the first ring,

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They were far away. That's all she knew. So she waited and waited and waited. Maybe another train would come along, but none did. But assume he was. still come and made a practical choice. Follow the tracks. Train tracks connect stations.

The next one might be far away, but it would be there eventually. Hopefully. She started walking, listening to the drums, and posting messages the whole time. OK, I've been walking for like an hour, and I swear someone is following me or watching me, but I don't want to turn around.

Dozens of people type back at her in real time. Keep moving. She did, but she couldn't shake the feeling. Then she heard a voice yelling behind her to get off the tracks. They're dangerous. She turned around expecting to see a station worker. But it was an old man about 30 feet away with crutches standing on one leg. She was about to reply, and then he was gone.

He didn't walk away. He was just gone. Then the message board stopped giving advice and started giving orders. Don't go back to that station. Run and run as fast as you can. But there was a tunnel ahead, and it was dark, but she had no choice. This is the only direction.

So she went in and started walking. Somewhere in the dark, she fell and cut herself. She didn't know how bad. She couldn't see a thing. She was using her phone as a light. She got up and kept moving. When she finally got to the end of the tunnel, she saw lights, headlights, a car.

There was a man standing. by the car waiting, like he knew she was coming. He said she was a long way from anywhere and offered to drive her to the next station. She was bleeding, exhausted, and it was the middle of the night. She got in the car. The message board did not like this idea,

but she told him he seemed okay, he was weird, but okay, he chatted with her for a while, small talk mostly, but then he got quiet. He hasn't said the word in like 20 minutes, He's just staring out of the window driving. He promised to drop me off at the next town. I'll keep checking in. The message board was in full panic.

They were asking her to describe him, describe the car, describe the area, and she did all of that. And she said there was a town right up ahead, and she was looking forward to getting home. It was almost 3.30 in the morning. Then the car passed the exit for the town and headed into the mountains. The man started muttering to himself,

assuming he couldn't hear what he was saying, but she sent a message to the board. My batteries almost run out. Things are getting strange, so I think I'm going to make a run for it. He's been talking to himself about bizarre things for a while now. To prepare for just the right time, I'm going to make this my last post for now. She sent that at 3.44 a.m. and never posted again.

At 3.44 AM on January 9, 2004, Hasumi sent her final message. But the thread stayed open for her. Strangers who watched the night unfold kept refreshing the page hoping for an update. People kept checking in to see if she made it home. The thread never answered. No rescue, no body, no ending. A woman narrated her own disappearance in real time to a public message board. And the last anyone heard from her was she was promising

to run. The thread is still online. You could read every message and watch the time stamps I did, and it's creepy. From the first post at 1114 to the last at 344, and it reads exactly the way I told it. The train she boarded is real, and it runs about half an hour from Shin Hama Matsu to its final stop. Hussumi wrote it for more than an hour, and there's never been a station called Kisaragi anywhere on that line or anywhere. For 18 years, people analyzed the story. They timed the train stop by stop. They compared timestamps.

They tracked IP addresses. Every lead was a dead end. Hussumi was gone and there was no way to find her. But the story wouldn't go away. In 2022, it became a horror movie. When the movie came out, one of the stations on that same line was temporarily named Kisaragi.

They printed, real physical tickets with Kisaragi Station as the destination. They sold out in an hour. In 2004, a young woman spent four hours begging strangers for one thing, away home from Kisaragi Station. She called her parents. She called the police. She walked into a tunnel.

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He kept lifting the spoon to his mouth like he couldn't stop, like someone off-camera forced him. Then two figures walked in behind him wearing giant mascot heads. Their faces were white, with black circle eyes and wide frozen grins. And they rubbed his back slowly, gently, but he cried harder.

The video was called Freaky Soup Guy. Millions of people watched it. And a lot of them believed it was that man's last meal. The internet thought it was a snuff film. This was November of 2005, and YouTube was less than a year old. There were no algorithms, no trending pages, no. fact checkers. Video spread the old way from one person to another, usually with a warning attached. Don't watch this alone. Within weeks, forums exploded with theories. The crying man was a kidnapped victim.

The soup was poisoned. The mascot figures were his captors, and the back rubs were mockery. People said the video leaked from the deep web, something dark that surfaced on YouTube by accident. Some claimed the soup was made from somebody loved, and when he finished the bowl, the men in the suits would finish the job. Those figures were the only lead. Identify them, and you identify the men in that room. So people dug, and the costumes turned up fast. The characters were called Ray Ray, and they weren't hiding or obscure. Ray Ray performed in underground clubs all over Los Angeles with a group that came out of Burning Man in 1998.

The group mixed musicians, fire performers, and aerial artists into strange, uncomfortable shows. Audiences squirmed, laughed, and came back the next week. And Ray Ray had a creator. His name was Raymond Percy. And that name might not ring a bell, but you've heard his voice. Percy voiced Flash the Sloth in Zootopia, the Sloth at the DMV window. Flash, Flash, 100-yard Dash. He spent years directing The Simpsons. And one of his episodes won an Emmy.

Today, he makes peanut specials for Apple TV Plus. One of the most successful animators in Hollywood created the figures in the most disturbing video on the internet. Percy sketched Ray Ray in a notebook, and the sketches were of himself. He took his own face and stripped it down to a white mask with black hole eyes, dark plastic hair, and a grin that was too wide.

He said the character came from, A mix of inhibition, a sense of alienation, and a deep-seated need for entertainment. A special effects artist turned the sketches into wearable costumes with oversized heads, white plastic hands, and full black clothing underneath. The proportions were wrong on purpose. The head was too big, the eyes were too empty,

and Ray-Ray looked like a cartoon drawn by someone who was never happy. Those grinning figures in the soup video wear the artist's own face. For 10 years, the video sat there while views piled up, and so did the theories. Then YouTuber Rainbot tracked Percy down through Tumblr in 2015, and he wrote back.

His story went like this. The Ray-Rae costumes were stolen after a show at the Key Club on the Sunset Strip. The dressing room that night was an old RV parked in the alley behind the club, and the door didn't lock. When the group came back after the show, the costumes were gone.

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included a link to a Ray Ray MySpace page, and the username displayed on that page was Raymond Percy. The rest of the channel read like Percy's personal blog, promos for Simpsons episodes he worked on, a music video he directed, the victim of the theft uploaded the video himself. And Percy never denied it. His explanation when it finally came was that he posted

the video to share it with his group. Fine. Now, read the descriptions. YouTube was just the start. Percy put the video on Meta Cafe and on Daily Motion through channels he ran under the name Ray Ray TV. On those uploads, he wrote a description, a clip of people who look like us doing something to someone that we would never do. We promise. That's written from Ray Ray's point of view, not from a man reporting a stolen costume, from the characters themselves, playing innocent, with Ray Ray denying involvement in a video

that Ray Ray stars in. The YouTube description was simpler. We don't know what this is. Not one description mentioned stolen costumes, and not one asks for help finding them. Three platforms, every description in character, and all of them uploaded by Percy. And there was a second video.

Same room, same crying man, same Ray-ray figures. This time, one of them charged the man while he screamed. Percy uploaded that one to the other channels too, under a new title, Soup Torture. The video's description was, what's happening in this clip and why do these people look like us? The trail even has a ghost in it. A YouTube account called Adana with no history, no uploads, and the soup video, as its profile, picture. On a year after uploading Freaky Soup Guy, Percy stood on a stage and accepted an Emmy for directing The Simpsons. A third video showed a Ray-Wright figure dragging a rope-tied man

through a backyard at night. The bound man wore glasses and a hat, and he looked like Gil Sharon. Sharon became one of the most respected drummers in Rock. He played for the Dillinger Escape Plan and spent years behind the kit for Marilyn Manson. But in 2005, he was a Jerome played drums in Stolen Babies, and the lead singer of Stolen Babies was Dominique, Lenore Percy, Raymond Percy's sister. The band and the costumes came from the same family. Stolen Babies grew out of a high school performance troupe,

and the skit that gave the bandit's name was written by Dominique and her older brother Raymond. The theft never stopped Ray Ray either. The group had spare costumes made, and Ray Ray showed up in Stolen Babies' 2006 music video, same costumes, same dead-eyed grins. The same obscure art projects showed up twice in 12 months, in front of two completely different audiences.

One went out through normal music channels. One landed in the darkest corner of early internet culture, made for people who stayed up too late, clicking on things they probably shouldn't. Percy told Rainbot he had no idea the video went viral, even though by 2015 it had millions of views. He ran Rayrayworld.com. He ran Rayrayland.com.

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An anonymous poster claimed contact with the thief. According to the post, the man who stole the costumes was a hacker who made the videos as an art statement, something about freeing Ray Ray from the corruption of money. And the hacker claimed one more thing. Grainbot never spoke to Raymond Percy at all. The hacker was inside Percy's accounts the whole time, reading his email and answering as his.

If that's true, the theft story came from someone wearing Percy's identity the same way they wore his costumes. The post said the hacker went silent in early 2017, and nobody verified a word of it. So the mystery ate its own solution. Either Percy ran the whole thing from the beginning, or a thief stole his costumes, filmed those videos, hijacked his accounts, and spent a decade answering the world's questions in his name. Nobody's ever proven Percy wore the suits in that room, but nobody's ever proven he didn't. Percy never made another public statement about blackroom soup. He kept working, Disney movies, cartoons for kids, and the video is still on YouTube,

with over 900,000 views on the original upload alone, and millions across re-uploads and reaction videos. For 20 years, people have slowed it down frame by frame. They isolated the audio and listened for a voice off camera. They zoomed in on shadows, hundreds of forum threads, dozens of explainers, and nobody found the answer, because the video never gives one. But Percy told Raynbot one more thing. Over the years, people kept sending him videos, more Ray-ray footage, doing all sorts of

things. He never posted any of it, and never said how many videos there were or what was in them. They're still out there somewhere. The crying man never came forward. His face stayed hidden in every video. Some viewers thought the man looked like Percy himself, but no one confirmed it and no one denied it. Nobody's friend, nobody's brother, nobody's coworker.

Just a man who doesn't exist outside those videos. Whoever he is, he never said a word. He just cried. And the man behind the black bar is still at that table. He still lifts the spoon. He still cries. The hands still rub his back slowly and gently. One minute beginning to end for anyone who presses play.

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Then she started eating. The channel was Kate Yupp. And over the next year and a half, she posted around 30. videos. Expensive seafood, a blank beige wall, silence except the sound of chewing. Then someone turned up the audio on that first video, and under the crunching, a man's voice whispered into the microphone. The woman behind the mask was never alone. Muckbang started in South Korea around 2010. The word means eating broadcast. People filmed themselves working through huge meals, while an audience watched in real time.

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It was a stock photo of a random woman eating fries. Nothing about her connected to anything outside those videos. She existed only inside that room in front of that wall. But the channel kept growing. 100,000 subscribers, 200,000. The bruises kept showing up. The woman in the mask kept getting thinner. Then people noticed something disturbing.

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But those words weren't hers. Someone found an English denial on Reddit and pasted it in word for word. She answered other theories too. When people asked about the mask, whoever was responding for the channel said it was to hide a nose deformity. She had scars from cold sore blisters. When people brought up the tapping, the channel, whoever that was, denied it. But the signs got worse.

In two separate videos, Kate reached into her mouth and pulled out a broken tooth. She didn't stop eating. She didn't flinch. She kept eating with blood around her gums, while the captions. said everything was fine. Viewers called the FBI. They called the police across California. They filed missing persons reports and launched a petition that pulled in thousands of signatures. A million people watched and waited for someone to kick down a door. Nobody came. With no name, there was nothing to open a file on. With no face, there was no one to look for. With no address,

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Spider-Man, brand-new day. In theaters, July 31st. Three years passed and nothing. No uploads, no posts. No sign that Kate Yupp existed anywhere on Earth. The petition stalled. The reports closed. The million people who watched her

drifted off to the next mystery. Then, on October 7, 2022, a new video appeared. Raw salmon, Japanese food. The caption said she was fine, than she was alone in that room. It also said, stop spreading kidnapping rumors. But viewers noticed things.

Her jawline was wider. Her skin tone was different. The way she held her food, the angle of her wrists, small details that didn't line up with the older videos. Nobody could confirm it was the same woman. And if it wasn't, then someone else had the account and the password and the exact same setup. And they wanted the world.

to stop looking. She posted nothing after that. No replies, no proof of life. The channel went quiet again. The internet kept hunting. One theory thought she was a Polish UFC fighter. The bruises fit. The covered face kind of fit.

But that theory didn't hold up. The two women had different moles on their necks. And the fighter's own Instagram showed different injuries. And Kate had a tattoo the fighter didn't. On Kate's wrist was a small heart, looped through an infinity. sign. That tattoo means something. Some people

use that symbol to mean polyamory. To a few viewers, that turned the whole story inside out. The bruises, the voice off-camera, the orders, maybe none of it was kidnapping. Maybe it was a lifestyle choice. Another theory tied her to a teenager

who vanished in California, but that one fell apart too. Kate's channel posted for months before that girl disappeared. Every lead went cold, every theory hit a wall. No missing persons report ever matched her. No police department ever opened the case. Her real name is unknown.

Her face is unknown and her location is unknown. The first video's description was French. The account said, United States. She covered her face in every frame she ever filmed. The mask did its job better than any disguise in internet history. A woman broadcast herself to millions of people and not that one of them can tell you her name. Today the channel has more than 1.7 million subscribers.

Most of them arrived after she vanished. The videos still run ads, and the ads still pay. A few hundred dollars a month, maybe more, but they pay every month and someone is cashing the checks. A frozen channel about a woman nobody can find still earns money. That gives someone a reason to never let the truth out. Somewhere, someone still logs into that account. Every month, they collect the money.

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