Cole Burkhardt
speaker
1,091 appearances
6 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 2d ago
Cole Burkhardt’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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There had to be some other explanation.
The paint was chipped in a few places, and I wondered whether the mural had been there for years and was just hidden behind a wall that was torn down recently.
but that kind of construction is something I should have noticed too, even if it had only taken a day.
They would have come out early in the morning, due to the hot weather, and Nugget would have woken me up by barking at it.
Even if they did it while I was away from the house, there should have been some debris and a clear line along the ground where the bricks used to stand.
Neither forms of evidence were present.
My only other idea at that moment was to find the name of the artist who painted it,
But when I stand it with the flashlight, I didn't see a signature anywhere.
As best I could tell, the mural had appeared on its own.
I had never been the kind to buy into spiritual or paranormal stuff.
As a lifelong desert dweller, I knew that haunted hotels and Old West ghost stories were just tall tales meant to bring in tourists.
For some of the smaller towns, gimmicky ghost tours made up most of their income.
I had, throughout my entire life, been given every possible reason to be skeptical of such things, to the point where I had been called a buzzkill on more than one occasion.
The only stories I ever gave weight to were the bits and pieces of native folklore I'd heard here and there, since, like most ancient folklore, they always had a basis in the archaeological reality of this place,
even if not every supernatural detail was true.
I was certain there had to be an explanation, and that it would eventually present itself.
But, in the moment, my dogs were trembling.
Night was falling, and the pins and needles of dawning dread were crawling up my throat.
I went home, made my dinner, and spent the rest of the evening cuddling with my dogs and trying not to think about it.
A week passed.
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