Trillbilly Worker's Party - Trillbillies Halloween Special 2024

Episode Date: October 31, 2024

Trillbillies Halloween Special 2024

We bring you the most chilling of all horrors. The dead are pale and bloodless phantoms. AHHHHH! HELP! HELP ME! It's a different kind of cold. It's the kind that creeps up your spine when some evil comes over you. Those who saw what happened that night, frightened, are used to death. Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening, Trillbilly listeners. I'm your host, Tom Sexton, checking in once again for this year's annual Halloween extravaganza.

We're going to hear stories about a mysterious figure that popped up in Moorhead, Kentucky. And we're gonna take a weird walk in the woods near the Bridgewater Triangle up there in the northeast. And back by popular demand is Mr. Frank Hurricane with a triple feature of Frank's stories told as only he can. And then we're gonna wrap it up with a little real world horror that was unfortunately visited on some friends of ours. So sit back, try to relax, and have a happy Halloween everybody. So, back a few years ago,

during my college times, I roed with two guys that were in a fraternity down around Morehead State in Kentucky. You know, if you know Morehead, it's kind of like where all the country people go to college basically, if that makes any sense. So we were all out, you know, on a Halloween evening, having a good time. Big party got thrown at my house because I lived with a fraternity guy. I myself don't drink or anything like that but my roommates and stuff did. I ain't got nothing against it. It's just like that's what they did. And they were having a big party. I was there enjoying myself. We had a bunch of pretty

women there, a bunch of pretty sorority girls and life was great and some of the Morehead State basketball team was there and it was just a good time. We were having a good time watching TV and watching ball games, shooting shit. And it was all peaceful. Probably about 25 to 30 people, not a big crowd, but a general scenario. Parties going on, whatever. I happened to go outside to my Jeep, get something out of the Jeep, and I heard cowbell ringing.

I didn't think anything of it, no big deal. But more oh so what I was interested in was the argument that was going on. So across from our house on the hill was a trailer park and anybody knows anything about a trailer park, no disrespect people live in trailer park, I grew up the head of a holler but most of the time there's a lot of interesting shit goes on at those places that's entertaining for the rest of the world. It's normal So we're in there and the the argument started and I come back in the house I tell my buddies the boys y'all ain't gonna believe your shit They're out here fighting like cats dogs in his trailer park. Come watch it. It's hilarious

This woman's caught this man cheating on her and they're all out there in the parking lot fighting So we all gather up we walk outside and you can hear them cussing and yelling at each other and bitching and griping and all this at the third. And I'm still hearing this fucking cowbell. Have no idea what's going on because there's nowhere near us that has anything to do with the cow pasture. Directly across from us is a trailer park. Up from that probably, you know, I'd say a mile is a school. There's our house, the neighbor's house, and the neighbor's house on the other side, no cows, no pastures, nothing.

So I'm like, what the fuck? Now it gets around 11 something, 11, 30, 12 o'clock at night, party's sort of winding down, everybody's kind of mellowed out or whatever, and I'm still just being normal, making sure everybody's good, and nobody's doing anything stupid. And I go back outside to get something

out of my buddy's car for him, come back in and I hear that fucking bell again and I mean it's closer and it's louder and I'm like alright I'm gonna walk down in the driveway and see what this is. So picture this driveway is probably 50 yards long 40 yards long and it's uphill so it's a downhill slope pretty good slope from the front from our driveway down to the main highway. The main highway is a two lane road between us and the trailer park on the other side. So I take my buddy's stuff back in the house and I come back outside and I'm like,

fuck it, I'm gonna walk down there, see what this is. Couple of people are still outside leaving. Couple of people's on the porch. Like it's just a, you know, a vibe. And I start walking my ass down there to the front. Now, mind you, I am six foot three at the time, probably 220, 230 pounds. I'm a grown man. Like I'm not any kind of anything. It's going to run from anything. I get closer down there and

I keep hearing that bell. You know, when you get around something, get closer to it, you kind of know where it's coming from. So I got down to the road and I was like, what the fuck? And I look around, it's pitch dark both ways really. And then all of a sudden I hear the bell again and I start focusing on the right side of me. As I focus on the right side of me, I see motion in the middle of the road. Not knowing what it is, I thought it might be a deer or something because we're in the middle of mountains. And I see that motion not move. And I'm like, hmm, what the fuck is that? and I see that motion not move and I'm like, hmm, what the fuck is that? So I start walking closer,

like not out of the distance of our house, but down that direction a little bit, maybe 10, 15 steps because there's no cars coming or nothing. And whatever it was, still to this day don't know, it's been 20 years, started walking toward me. And when it crossed underneath the light

from this parking lot of this school I was talking about I saw it was a grown-ass human being probably I would say just estimating on distance the size 6'5 340 ball head with no shirt on ringing a cowbell to the right of his hand at one o'clock in the morning standing in the middle of the highway spread leg over the W of his hand at one o'clock in the morning, standing in the middle of the highway, spread leg over the WL line, staring at me. Needless to say, I turned my ass around and ran as fucking hard as I could,

back up the hill, back into the house, taught everybody to get the fucking house, didn't know what was going on. It was like some Michael Myers walking type shit. And I was like, what in the world is going on? So me, being who I am, I'm the only person of any I guess background in it But I walked ran in the house and got my pistol came back outside Because I was like if i'm gonna you know, if i'm gonna go down boys, I ain't gonna go down like this

So I run back out in the highway go down the highway I come down to the bottom of the steps out this time I've taken two of my buddies with me to like verify what I'm seeing one of them my buddies is deceased now bless his heart but uh we see it again and it's closer it's probably at this time probably 75 yards away from us clear as day weird ass looking man very no cars around on the side of the road don't know where where he came from. There's no fucking houses he could be coming from. There's no places he could be doing anything to do it with. But he's standing there in the middle of the road still ringing that fucking cowbell.

Ding. And it's every every two seconds. Ding. Ding. And I'm like, oh, man, this is not going to be good. So they see it, believe me, run back up in the house in their inebriated states, wilder than hell, screaming, don't fit. I get in there with my pistol. I'm just standing beside the door like I don't really know what to do at this point. Open the door back up again, thinking maybe the dude's closer, maybe it's closer, maybe I'm actually going to use my weapon and I don't hear a sound. There's not one ounce of noise anywhere.

I go back out there and check again and he's gone and I've never seen him since and I never have any clue what happened from that point forward. I still don't know, but I know this much. There was a weird ass man, big ass man with a cowbell, dinging for about three hours at least down in the middle of that road

with no cars going by or nothing. So about five years ago, I worked at a bakery in Brookline, Massachusetts, which is right outside the city of Boston. It's this really wealthy suburb and my husband Andrew was, he had a work meeting in Bridgewater, Massachusetts. At the time I was doing this 52 hike challenge where once a week I would go on a hike and it would have to be somewhere that I hadn't been before. And so I had the day off and I offered to drive him all the way down and I would get my hike done at a state park in the area while he was in his meeting. And it was this beautiful sunny day and a wonderful temperature. It was like late

spring. So I had dropped him off in the city and then I drove like 20 or 30 minutes to this swamp. So I was just following my Google maps and it kind of just dropped me at this entrance that was just off the side of the road behind this metal bar. It wasn't like an official park entrance. There was no, there was a trail, but it wasn't a trailhead. It was just, it looked like a service road or something like that. But I was used to that. I trail, but it wasn't a trailhead. It was just, it looked like a service road or something like that.

But I was used to that. I would do hikes in random spots like that. So I pulled off and I kind of parked right in front of that metal bar that was blocking the entrance. And I just, you know, I hopped over the fence and just started walking. And again, it was just a beautiful day. I was like, really excited to be out there. And I walked for about five minutes. I realized there were no birds singing, but I was, I kept telling, like I kept talking to myself, like it's a, it's like a perfect hike day, you know, it's so beautiful. Like I should be really happy to be out here. I should feel great.

It was clear there had been like no maintenance on the trail for a long time. So that was like my first like, oh, this is kind of after the birds, I was like, oh, it's kind of weird. There's entire tree trunks crossing the trail and no one's been here for a long time. And I walked a little further. And at this point, it was literally only 10 or 15 minutes in. I had like, I thought so clear that it felt like someone saying it to me, and it was, you shouldn't be here. I am not like a superstitious person at all. I'm too scared of ghosts to entertain the thought that they are real, you know, but I love them as entertainment, but I can't like take them to heart too seriously because I get way too scared. I felt that and I talked to myself again, you know,

it's a beautiful day. And that was just my mantra, like it should be, I should have a good time. I felt very unwelcome in the woods. The trees felt menacing, like in Snow White when all the trees are grabbing you, that's how it started to feel like they were kind of closing in on me.

But it wasn't even a particularly dense forest. It was very airy. So the final straw was I was walking along, it was a little bit of a drop-off so that the trail was like against the hillside and then there was a little drop-off to my right. I hear like the ring of like a bike bell behind me. And my first thought was great.

Like there's someone, you know, riding a mountain bike on the trail. Okay, that's great. That means people are using this like normally and I'll see someone else soon. And I turned to look behind me and there was nothing and I could see the trail behind me. And then while I'm looking behind me, I hear the bell like in front of me. And at that point I was so freaked out that I just started booking it back out of the woods. And I just like ran as fast as I could. I see my car and I'm like, I felt like if I could get to my car, I wasn't going to die. I felt like I was going to die

for some reason. And again, it was like a clear path, clear trees, nothing around me. I just had that feeling so strongly that I felt like I was trying to survive by getting to my car. And I get in and I drive straight back to the city. I had taken a couple pictures and posted it on my Instagram. I did that while I was waiting for Andrew to finish up his meeting. I posted just a picture of a tree and I said something like, this should have been a really nice hike, but I felt very unsafe in these woods, and I'm not sure why. I had this really wonderful coworker named Chris, and he was a pastry chef.

Chris was very well-versed in Massachusetts history and also just like supernatural history and stuff like that. He commented like five minutes later and was like, you were in the Bridgewater Triangle, and I had never heard of it before. So I looked it up and read this entire history of the area and it's this triangle that's it's the triangle is based on where people have had like major sightings and so it encompasses Bridgewater and some of the other southern coastal towns and so it has

this really long history especially that swamp it was known by indigenous people as a place where kind of like spirits lived. It was inhabited by dark spirits. And since then there's been like cryptid sightings. The main one that's been seen in the Bridgewater Triangle is the Thunderbird. Basically like a pterodactyl, it's just like a giant bird. If you're driving on a highway in the area, some people have reported sightings of like a Big Mac truck behind them that follows them and almost like runs them off the road and then like once it's about to pass you it disappears. The scariest one that when I went back to work my co-worker gave me

the whole rundown and he was telling me about there's a legend that there's these little goblins that when you go into the swamp or some of these state parks they'll lure you up to a cliff and then push you off. There's been animal mutilations, suicides in these parks, satanic rituals. It's just this like hotbed of all this stuff. It's significant to me because I, one, I've never had a firsthand experience

with any kind of sensation that felt otherworldly or that I felt compelled by something. I still haven't ever had anything else happen to me like that before. Backed by popular demand from the holy mountains of the Carolinas, Mr. Frank Hurricane returns with three hinted tales for all the mystical shrimps and shrimpettes out there. So I was traveling with one of my friends on a long tour on a whole country. We were rocking the entire country.

We played this one show that I'll never forget. And it was in an old abandoned church. And when we got there, I noticed that there was something very strange about the audience. Almost everybody in the place and it was jam-packed. Everybody was all messed up, injured and missing appendages. There was dudes on crutches. There was one guy on a rolling desk chair with his torso duct-taped to a rolling desk chair and he was just shooting all around the place.

And I was like, what's going on here with you guys? You know, why is everybody injured? And they didn't really have an answer for me. The show began, and the opening act was a psychedelic dude, kind of hippie looking guy with a tight-eyed t-shirt and long hair and he was a solo guitarist he kicks it off with a song about getting bestial with the dolphin which really hit home for me it was off the chain and he told a story, I guess for about a month of his life, all he ingested every

day was seven shrooms, seven bong hits, and seven dandelion flowers. After about a month of this, they had peeled him off the floor He was barely alive and they took him to the emergency room where they reinflated him This dude was really quite a performer and he blew my mind. I Don't think any other local shrimps rocked that night, but we continued on the journey That guy came up to us and we were like dude That set was off the chain and he said you guys are staying with me Tonight and I said that sounds great. We need a place. Where do you live?

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Are we getting to the place soon? I was starting to get really scared. He says, we're here. I said, whoa. He said, take a ride in there. We cruise up this psychedelic gravel road. All I can see in the darkness sort of I can see structures and stuff but in the distance I see a light just one light

and I'm driving so I'm trying not to you know stare too hard at that light or anything but my boy was sitting next to me and he was staring hard at the light. We got closer and closer and we could see the light was inside of a psychedelic trailer and in the trailer was a nude dude standing there in the light staring at us and I looked over at my boy sitting next to me I said do you see that and he said yes that new dude is staring into my soul and I said whoa dude around, who is that? My boy says, that's old Strokey. I said, dude, old Strokey, who the fuck is that?

They said, that's old Strokey, he's checking you out. I said, are we gonna get to meet him? No, is he cool? Not really I Said dude So next thing you know, we're down hanging in the woods in the darkness chugging some bruskies This dude comes rolling down He just says what's up y'all? We're talking He says many have died here. I

Said whoa We hear some mystical rustling in the bushes. I'm talking psychedelic rustling. I look over. It's a new dude. Old Strokey looking at us from the woods. He was checking us out. He didn't say what up or nothing. And I'm like, hell yeah, that's chill chill it was just getting even later you know probably time for us to go to sleep I'm thinking to myself it's gonna be a freaky-ass night of sleep up in this holy spot and old boy said yeah dude you guys can stay up at the compound over there and we were like, that's awesome, man. He said, there's only two rules. I said, word, what are they? He said, no shoes allowed. And I was thinking to myself, I rock Crocs.

You know what I'm saying? I'll slip the mugs straight off. That's no problem. I said, what's the second rule? He said, there's a dog in there. I said, that's great, I love dogs. He said, whatever you do, do not look that dog in the eyes. I said, okay, that's great. Can I pet the dog? He said, yeah, you can pet it. Don't look it in the eyes I said alright

we rolled up inside spiritual hound rolled up I looked him straight in the eyes the dog had human eyes it was, plain as day, a human soul ritualistically trapped inside of a psychedelic-like beagle's body. And I looked over at my boy Patrick and I said dude do you see that and he said the dog has human eyes oh my god we petted him some we went to sleep some clowns came in the middle of night doing some ritualistic dances with some shakers and bells and stuff. I just pretended I was asleep. The next morning we woke up. Let me tell you man, we flew out of that place like greased lightning. That was a very mystical time, painted and holy. So a few years ago I was on a tour performing my music. I had a open date on my tourist schedule and some old friends of mine reached out

and they said, Hey, why don't you come perform a mystical cabin show in Schuylkill County, PA. And and I said that sounds awesome let's do that. Schuylkill County is a psychedelic place in Pennsylvania with like mystical Amish people, psychedelic rednecks. It's kind of close to Centralia where those fires burn eternally underneath the abandoned highway and the abandoned town and everything. The people there in Schuylkill County call themselves Skooks. S-K-O-O-K-S and they're amazing people just incredible. They got lots of wild-ass food out there bag

baloney psychedelic hoagies and things of that nature mystical Amish cheeses and so you know I was pretty stoked to go out there and rock a show so my friends sent me the address they said memorize these directions or write them down you know, old school MapQuest style because there's no phone signal anywhere near the place. And I said, that's awesome. Cool. That's hard to find these days. A mystical no cell phone signal. So I'm on my way down there from Binghamton, New York down to Schuylkill County, Mystic Cabins, and I'm feeling funky vibes already pulling into this holy spot.

When I'm pulling in, I can see like a cabin and it's kind of like on a mountain, little hillside and some psychedelic ass mansion looking haunted as a mothafucka off to the left. And I'm pulling in there and I'm like man the vibes are intense. Now there already was a good few bit of people hanging out. My friends I don't even think were there yet actually but I met the guy who was hosting the show whose place it was. He was a really awesome dude and really amazing, kind and very hospitable, awesome person.

And pretty much right off the bat, he said, listen, I'm going to show you the room you're staying in tonight. And I said, okay, awesome, man. That's cool. I was thinking about camping out. You know, I had my tent and stuff and this was the holy country for sure, but I figured I'd scope out this holy room so there was this little obese Pomeranian dog named Kaylee who I was hanging out with me a

big Kaylee rolled up old boy was leading the way walk up towards the Hainted Mansion you can tell just like it's kind of another kind of vibe up there and we're walking up there mind you Kaylee lives at this mystical property but when we roll up to the room where I'm supposed to stay that night Kaylee wouldn't even walk up in the room she was going and I said whoa, oh girl won't even go up in the room The pooch won't even go in this hated ass room. This is a hated room But I went in anyways to scope it out there was Ritualistically placed objects all over the place. It was set up for some kind of like hinted ritual

You could tell of some mystical sort. I'm not sure what though and if I had stayed in there Where my head was right behind the pillow was a makeshift Fake wall with kind of like a revolving door next to it with kind of like a revolving door next to it. Like kind of like hidden chamber kind of thing. And right behind where my dome would have been was the scariest mask I have ever set my eyes upon. And I'm talking this thing was so terrifying, this mask.

I could barely even look at it. I have never from some just straight object felt such fear. Later on I had brought down some shrimps of mine down there and homies wouldn't even look at the mask. It was that haunted. And I was like, dude, I ain't staying in this mall fucking room. I ain't staying here at all in this mall fucking room. Sorry, dude, like I appreciate the hospitality But that's a hinted ass that I don't think I'll make it through the night if I stay in that ritualistic chamber tonight And oh boy says you think that room's hated come to the next spot come check this out I said, okay, we roll down to the cabin. I Said what's up with this place? They said well see that couch right there

You're sitting on Oh girl who lived here before five years ago committed suicide on that couch with a shotgun We didn't throw the couch away because it was so comfortable. I Couldn't believe it. I said what the fuck Suicide couch in a suicide cabin? No. An old girl, you know, I could feel the woman's presence who had killed herself in that cabin. And, you know, the whole night, I was just thinking, I mean,

this is where she lived her life, you know, solitary woodland, Pimpinati. You know, she sat upon the commode that I sat upon she you know Probably ate some mystical Amish cheeses out of the same cabinet that I was and then you know Blasted her brains out on the hated suicide couch mind you it was very comfortable. They weren't lying about that After a while I went up to my car to go get my musical gear, my guitar and everything. Walked up the hill. Lo and behold, my car door starts slamming and opening and closing all on its own multiple times. I said, oh hell, mothafuckin no dude.

I come running down the hill. I find old boy whose place it was and I said, dude place is haunted this place is hated as a motherfucker I can't even believe it what is going on here and he said well it is built upon a native burial ground and I said oh that explains it man now at this party there was a keg of Yingling beer now if you get the Yingling from around there in a keg near the near the mystical brewery up in Schuylkill County that John comes unpasteurized everybody drinking it be farting and shart Moments after their first sip so people are sharting all over the place these Amish cheese has got shrimps bellies a gurgling Hoagies out the wazoo bag baloney my boy cooked up so many delicious chicken wings, dude

You could have strangled an army of camels with all them chicken wings. I mean it was insane with all them chicken wings. I mean it was insane. There was 300 beers on top of the keg of Yingling. There was 14 and three-quarters people at the party and all that beer and all that food got hit. So you know shrimps were chugging. About 4 a.m. you hear a motor revving. Vroom! Drunken, wasted psychedelic truck come flying and swerving up the way. Next thing you know, a prison guard named the Bear Cat in a loin cloth hops out of the truck

and tried to fight everybody at the place. Then there was strip poker. Man, that was a great party at a very hated ass place. One of my oldest friends is a guy named Nasty Nate. He is an epileptic prophet it's crazy because he was basically like a prophet type of guy and could I kind of predict stuff very mystical and some called him nastro domamus because his name was Nasty Nate. Nasty Nate the epileptic prophet. Now this guy, he would have grand mal seizures left and right. And he'd pop up from one and light up a cig or something and act like nothing had ever

happened. And you know, it was really crazy and the doctors would see him and they couldn't really diagnose what was going down but they just said it was epilepsy but who knows really what it was he could sit in a room of strobes all day long and it would do nothing to him but he would have a grand mall and just go off the rails and then just pop back up looking all insane and then just hop behind the the wheel of a car and go speeding off. I mean this guy was really touched in a strange way. He was the son of a psychedelic preacher. He was a very interesting character. I haven't talked to him

in many years. I'm not sure exactly where he's at these days, but I'm sure he's somewhere in the mystical, haunted, and holy realms that we're flowing through. Nasty Nate would always live in these weird apartments, and when he would move into them, I don't know if they were haunted before he lived there, but once he got up in there, these places would be the most haunted ass rooms you've ever been in. I don't remember who exactly came up with the term, but if he lived in a place it was a portal to hell if you would spend the night there by yourself without him you would see

demons you would see spirits the walls would turn into mouths I mean this place and you'd be in and out of sleep. I mean, maybe it was dreams Maybe it was drugs, but it was real, you know, it was very real and you could feel it from a mile away these haunted apartments I Would come and go Playing shows moving different places, but I'd always come back and reconnect with Nasty Nate when he lived in Johnson City. You know he's a very special guy and I love him very much. He had moved into a new apartment and I had been

there one time before just for a second. It was definitely a very hated ass apartment it was a twisted vibe but it was par for the holy course now I was on tour with some different people some really good friends of mine a few of the people on the tour were not really cut out for the true journey of the touring life of a mystical DIY musician. And I had noticed over the couple days we had been rolling together that some of these shrimps really needed their minds to be blown by something. And so I booked an extra show on the end of the tour in Johnson City at the legendary spot the Acoustic Coffee House, which does not exist anymore.

And I promised them it would be a horrendous gig. And then after that we would stay at an apartment that was the portal to hell. And I was hyping this John up. And you could tell that these shrimps I was with were starting to get a little scared. And I was hyping it up and I was hyping it up and me and my boy, Bradley Bailey, rest in peace to my top shrimp. He is one of the greatest musicians and artists I've ever known. He was with me on the tour, but he wasn't one of these shrimps I'm talking about. He continued on after and we went to Charleston and actually got sucked

out in a riptide and almost drowned and were impaled upon a mystical pier with barnacles but we swam with all our strength and got out of it. That was my guy man, Big Bradley Bailey. You guys need to check his music and art out of it. That was my guy man, Big Bradley Bailey. You guys need to check his music and art out. But all these other shrimps you could tell they were really starting to wig out about this portal to hell. So we got to the Acoustic Coffee House and I told him the show was gonna be a travesty and it was I believe we got paid negative twelve dollars to rock that gig and It came time to leave and go to the apartment that is a portal to hell and

I'm thinking to myself There's no way this place is gonna deliver deliver like I've prepared it to these people. Their minds are so ready for insanity that there's no way that Nasty Nate's haunted portal to hell apartment can deliver this insanity level. But even I was blown away by the insanity of the portal to hell when we rolled up. We pull up, I think it was in like three different cars pulled up in front of this joint. We get out, step out of the vehicles. First thing you see and hear is a woman. I'd say she was in her 50s coming down the street screaming Upon closer look

There was an eye dangling out of one of the sockets and I'm talking motherfucking dangling out of one of the sockets, and I'm talking, ma fucking, dangling. An eye hanging from a tendon, and she's screaming that she is in hell. And then she said, call the police. And so I called him, and then she went running, and I just said, hey, there's a lady with an eye dangling, screaming she's in hell, and they were like, we'll go look for her, and I just said hey there's a lady with an eye dangling screaming she's in hell and they were like we'll go look for her and I said

word. Now she went running by this time everybody's convinced this is the portal to hell. We roll up inside the vibes are horrific we're walking up the stairs to his apartment man it was musty and stank and there was hell hounds just BLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLEUGHBLE We get to the door, the door is shaken because this German Shepherd on the inside, see I knew his dog, on the other side of the door was slamming into it and howling and raging. He opens the door. Since the last time that I had been there, the vibe had changed a lot in this painted apartment. There was fleas everywhere.

I'm talking you could see them from afar. The dog was covered in fleas and it was raging. When you walked in the room there was three objects. There was a couch, there was a coffee table, there was a desktop computer. Upon the couch were a psychedelic couple and they were banging like crazy. And let me tell you, this couple, it was a hated sight to see them banging. And upon the top of that, they were covered in fleas I mean I could see the fleas coming off their body while they were fucking the fleas were flying and you were covered

The second you walked in on the coffee table were two machetes crossed across each other and then there was the computer. The desktop computer was hooked up to some spiritual old school speakers and it was blasting this hellish children's chorus music from somewhere in like Eastern Europe or something. It was the most haunted music I probably have ever heard and I can't even explain it nor would I know what to look for to find it. Nor do I want to. It was some haunted ass music.

The two machetes had recently been used that were crossed across each other on the coffee table because Nasty Nate had had a date, I guess a couple weeks beforehand, and he had did some shrooms and brought the girl inside and decided to show off his machetes by chopping a plastic lawn chair apart. Needless to say the date didn't go very well. She rolled out. This music is blasting. Nasty Nate rolls up to the crowd of people I just brought in and You could just I mean the fear was insane. The I was terrified Next thing, you know the walk-in closet door opens

There's a dude in there in the closet and he's so covered in fleas and tics and Mosquitos and shit. I couldn't even tell who it was. It looked like the Candyman. Turns out it was just my bad boy Ryan that I know that I hadn't seen in years, but I couldn't tell it was him because he was covered in moth fucking bugs. I laid a mystical blanket, made a pallet on the holy floor and I tried to go to sleep. Everybody else bundled up in a pile together and held on for dear mercy for life throughout the night. I can't believe they even stayed. I can't believe I stayed. In the middle of the night that chorus music was still blasting, Hainted psychedelic children's chorus from some other world. All of a sudden it ended at about 5.30am and Metallica, Inner Sandman

came on. After that was over it went right back to the Hainted children's choral music. At the crack of dawn, we all rolled out of there real quick. That was a mystical night in the portal to hell. I think it rained for four days straight before the flood because everybody was talking about how much it had been raining. Yeah, I remember taking a picture of my vehicle sitting out behind the distillery and it poured the rain and I was thinking like this is never going to stop. This is never going to stop and this whole town is going to flood. And I said well if it ever gets up to the house then this whole town is under and we got bigger problems. And that was like a week before all this even happened. I

remember talking to her about putting together some kind of emergency box and she was like what would we ever need that for? That morning was just like any normal morning. My alarm was going off. It was 730. Stepped out of bed and it was up to my calves. And I remember thinking the house is flooded, like the hot water heater's flooded something.

And I was like, hot water heater's in the garage. I don't know what's flooded. I remember yelling at Dakota, the house is flooded because it was clear. It wasn't even dark. Like it was just clear. You could see the floor. And I remember looking outside

and it was a full river outside. It just hadn't come to the door yet. And so by the time Dakota got downstairs, I remember him running down the stairs like it was yesterday and him hitting the water and talking about how cold it was. I didn't even get up talking about how cold it was. I knew it would get up very high past where it was so my first thought was going to my band room which sits a bit lower

than the rest of the house so I go down there and start trying to save guitar cabinets and bass cabinets and drum sets and microphones and put them all up to a higher location but the water seemed like it was rising so fast that anywhere I would move something higher the water would get up to that point anyway. And it got to the point to where I brought things inside and put it on the kitchen counter, which in just a few minutes, it seemed to come up over the counters as well.

Started thinking about trying to get the animals out. We gotta get the animals out of the house. By the time I started finding harnesses, because I was digging through the water, because I remember watching videos of people in flood, and they were saying like put a harness on your animal and that's the first thing I thought. So I was digging through the water in the living room trying to find their harnesses. Rex went first and then the rescue dog that we had saved went and then by the time he got back and our cat Lemmy was gone it had it was like above my waist at that point. It was hard for me

to open the door for him to come back in because the door was closing each time he would go out because the water kept rushing in. By the time Lemmy went out, I got him in his carrier and you packed him out, it was like way above your waist because I remember you like fighting trying to get across the yard with Lemmy because you were holding him over your head. I'd went to the front door before he got back after taking the cat. And I remember screaming out the front door for help. When you got back is when we said we were gonna try

to save more music equipment. And we'd gotten here and by that time the refrigerator was floating in the floor. So I remember pushing stuff out of the way. Yeah, everything was floating. Yeah, everything was floating. And I remember like pushing stuff out of the way. Yeah everything was floating. Yeah everything was floating and I remember like pushing stuff out of the way. You were trying to hand me music equipment and I was like this is too

much. I was like I think we need to get out of here. When we went out the door by that time it was way above my waist. The front door was basically sealed shut from the current. Yeah it was hard to get out of the front door. The front porch is like a foot drop. So I remember him going out in the water and I'm a lot shorter than him. So it was like, I guess above your waist. When I stepped down off the porch,

I remember it was above my shoulders and it kept getting higher, but I don't think I've ever been that scared in my entire life. Cause I was like, we're not going to make it. And Dakota was holding on to me. It pushed us back. And he grabbed ahold of me because, like, it was pushing us so hard it was taking my

feet out from under me. So he grabbed my arm and slung me up against the fence. We grabbed the fence and, like, pulled our way out from the fence. I remember the deepest I got, it was just below my chin maybe a couple inches. Broke into a garage that was in an unlived in house next door and locked the animals up in there for safekeeping just so they would have some more dry and safe to stay. I remember thinking what what were we going to do and I'd start crying at that point because I was like we've literally lost everything and somebody knocked on the door and I was bawling crying and it was this our

neighbor down the street had made us waffles and he said we had like waffles on a plate with a little thing of syrup and I remember opening the door crying and I was like thank you but it was very thoughtful that he made us waffles I'll never forget that. I don't even think that we had a chance to eat them. Sat at the end of the driveway. Even after that point, it kept rising and rising. Didn't think that it would ever stop.

Kind of thought that it was gonna end up taking the house and everything along with it, but it did eventually stop. I'm gonna say we had like probably four feet in our main living area of our house, which was high enough to destroy basically everything, all the furniture and everything like that. Afterwards, like you said, we were sitting on the sidewalk and everybody was walking around and trying to figure out what to do and I remember walking to the end of the road, we realized we couldn't go anywhere and it was

completely underwater, like you couldn't even see, you could just see the roof of their houses. So our neighbors were actually out of town and we were house sitting their dogs while they were gone. And the water had got up in their house too, which was almost to the main living area. So they had a basement and it like two steps from getting upstairs. So I had to get all their harnesses and stuff together because I was like, their animals are not, I have to get their animals out if it

gets any higher. We were trying to worry about that too. I actually had the only working phone on this side of town it seemed like and a lot of people was coming to me to borrow my phone so to try and reach out to loved ones but but there was not really anyone you could call. It seemed like everyone else's phone was not working. I had the only one. I was able to call my parents and tell them I was okay. Having the only working phone,

I was able to get on Facebook. And that's kind of when the realization set in that this is pretty widespread. Just seeing other people's cry for helps and their statuses and just things being said, like police didn't help, my grandmother's trapped. So most of the day was spent sitting at the end of the driveway waiting for the water go down and it

eventually did. When it did I come back to the house and just nothing but mud it was like. It was like four inches four or five inches of mud. Yeah it was the worst smell. It smelled like diesel and just sewage all mixed together and everything in the house was coated on it and it smelled like it for months It was next to impossible to get out so all of our clothes and everything was in it as well So I actually came out barefoot. I didn't have any shoes on I wore the neighbor's wife's underwear by mistake for the first night after the flood too Yeah, she apparently wears boxer briefs and not Dakota thought they were minutes

She apparently wears boxer briefs at night. Dakota thought they were men's underwear. But yeah, any of her clothes that we could have saved smelled like diesel fuel. Everything smelled like diesel fuel. We couldn't save. Well, I'd spray them out, and it looked like a rainbow, like on the patio from it. So the first night was I spent mostly in the garage

that I mentioned earlier that I'd locked Rex in. I basically slept out there with him because he was terrified of bad weather and rain anyway which is why originally I was asleep upstairs with the air conditioner running because that's just kind of the only place where he can he can be okay. And our situation was bad but others was a lot worse we did make it out. Yeah we know others didn't have it so so lucky in this flood and it's a don't matter how bad you had it really, it sucks for anybody that it happened to on any on any level. Nobody asked for any of that.

I still cannot get in water. I remember after the flood I was taking a shower and when the water started coming up, like over my feet, I started having panic attack and it couldn't calm down. And I still haven't, I don't know. I mean, I've took baths obviously, but I don't know if I could get in the lake. We used to love kayaking. I don't even wanna buy a kayak anymore. Terrified of water.

So the next day after the flood I woke up and my eyes would not open. I developed some kind of infection from being in that water and they had been crusted shut and I had to go straight to the hospital, get all that flushed out, get a tetanus shot, several other shots that they recommended. That water was extremely nasty. It was basically just raw sewage and had this strong odor of diesel fuel to it. All of that

water had that rainbow-esque metallic sheen to it. The current on the house was so strong that it actually twisted the house slightly on the foundation and it's something you can visibly look at. I could really see how people would get trapped in their home. And then of course you have all these old folks that were, you know, home alone on special care or whatever and they never even had the option of escaping. I remember one of our friends, he actually took his vehicle out to check on people and he got stuck and couldn't get out and he seen someone's house was flooded. So he goes in and was like knocking

on the door and I think it was up to his waist. So like he goes in and there's an older lady in her chair and it was like up to her neck and she was just sitting there in her chair. Just sitting there waiting to die. And he got her out of there. Stretman's had a big play around here. A lot of the barren land around here, which never would have been that way in the first place, this barren land's a lot of what caused this. The ground got so saturated,

there's no tree roots to hold this water in. So it keeps sinking. It finds its ways into the valleys, the waterways, the rivers, which then found its way into our homes. There's still thousands and thousands of acres just around where we're sitting now, that totally barren when this place is supposed to be basically one big nature reserve. Weather's getting more extreme every single year. Something is changing.

I can definitely tell you that more than likely, if things keep on the course that they are, which it probably is, this world will kill us off. This is gonna happen more and more frequently, I would say. The rivers were dredged shortly after the flood, and they said that the water should never really get dangerously high again, but a month or so ago, we had a moment where kind of we was starting to get a little worried

that we was gonna have to go through this thing all over again two and a half years later. So. And that folks was our 2024 Halloween special. Hope you're out there listening and enjoyed it tonight. And if you're out there tricking or treating or corning or taking part in Devil's Night or whatever it's called, wherever you're from. I just hope that you remember to check your candy and of course keep it between the lines. I'm Tom Sexton, thank you all so much for being with us once again. Thanks so much for keeping us afloat. If you like what you heard, you can always go to patreon.com slash True Ability Workers

Party where your generous patronage keeps us going also before we close out i gotta give a special shout out to my partners in crime here mr matthew carter on the production and the edits and mr lee baines the third frank hurricane theme song and matthew also with the original scores list I forget. So thanks everybody for being with us once again and yeah, we'll catch you out there next time.