Emily

I'm just, there's no good outcome. He's never coming back. He'll never be there again. And that's just the worst part about it all. And knowing that my mother could potentially spend the rest of her life in prison is terrifying. Ms.

So when I got to know her, she was telling me all about Tanya's biological mom, who was not really in the picture, but she was telling me horrible things. She was telling me that this woman had neglected Tanya, that she probably abused her. that when they used to get her back, she would be smelly, no diapers were changed.

So painting a really negative picture, which wasn't hard for me to imagine just because this woman already wasn't in her daughter's life. So that's hard for me to fathom. But she also would talk about my husband's dad and stepmom, and she would say awful things about them. Said that he was in the relationship for the money. As soon as he could, he would get out of the relationship.

Mm-hmm.

like i'm not marrying her i'm marrying you and he put a toilet in a real toilet while i was there so that i could actually go to the bathroom there because i used to have to go all the way to target oh my god where the ducks were so much actions happening at that i know a lot happening at that target that's all background that's all before the craziness really and when i met my husband's daughter i fell as in love with her as i had with him there was no question about it i was in

So we got married pretty quick. I'm happy to play nice about a lot of things. Like when she told me that there was no autism in China because they don't do vaccinations. She told me that my husband had gotten SIDS as a baby from vaccines. And if you know what SIDS is, you know that makes no sense. But I tried not to confront her about things.

But when we got married, we wanted Tanya, our daughter, to have some stability and some safety and security. And this was a chance for his mom to be grandma.

This is the sweet spot. You get to be the fun one. You get to take a step back and just be grandma. Turns out that's not what she wanted at all. She wanted Tanya desperately. She started pulling some weird tricks where Tanya would be sleeping over with her. And when she got back to us... She would be telling us stories about the sleepover and things weren't adding up.

Like one of the times my husband's ex-girlfriend had also spent the night, but we were mad because this confused our six-year-old. And he was like, that isn't really appropriate. And when he confronted his mom, her answer was, you'd only be upset if you still had feelings for her.

We distanced ourselves a little bit. They were still seeing each other, but not as much. And we just tried to set some boundaries. But the shit hit the fan because we found out the day before Tanya's seventh birthday that I was having twins. When we called his mom to tell her, her response was, you're going to need me. Not congratulations, not I'm so happy for you, nothing.

Yeah. And on Tanya's birthday the next day, suddenly her bio mom called. What? She hadn't seen her in years. And then within a few weeks, we got notified that bio mom was coming for a visit. We kind of suspected that my husband's mom was involved in getting her down there. We were honest with her. We're like, we're glad you're coming to see Tanya.

We're not really on great terms with my husband's mom right now. So we're trying to kind of keep her out of being the middleman on this. It was all well and good. She came, she picked up Tanya. That evening rolled around and she didn't bring her home. Oh, boy. And we're like, where are you? Where is she? And she's like, I'm going to stay the night with your mom. She's really upset.

Didn't give us a lot of information. Just kept her there. So the next morning, we go to the school and wait. No show. So they've basically kidnapped her at this point. We had to have the police intervene. The police had to go knock on the door and force them to bring her because they were not cooperating. Within days, we got served papers.

Yes, Tanya's mom was suing us for custody in New Jersey, and my husband's mom was suing us for custody in Florida. Oh, my God. The icing on the cake was they also called DCF on us and said that we were forcing Tanya to exercise, locking her in her room, and threatening to kill her. Oh, my God. What the fuck?

They went for it. And the cops would show up for like well child checkups. We had DCF come to the house. Just ridiculously stressful. We were not abusing our daughter. We ended up having to lawyer up.

Pregnant with twins. We met working at a cafe. Thankfully, we found a badass lawyer. She put them in their place immediately. Thankfully, my parents were actually in town visiting when DCF came for their home visit. So they were able to see none of it added up. They were able to see how happy she was and adjusted. A warm family surrounding her. So ultimately, that got dropped as well.

Oh, yeah. We all still deal with the traumas from it. My husband has some PTSD. My daughter has some PTSD. It's a good lesson in narcissistic personality disorder and a good lesson in how to set boundaries. And ultimately, my husband's super hot, so it was worth it.

We love that. Three beautiful daughters. It's all worth it. It just was a wild ride. Yeah.

Yeah, he wanted to make it clear. He knew something wasn't right growing up. He knew he had to get out. But anytime he tried to growing up.

She had two emus when I was there. A cow, a goat, all sorts of birds. A chimp is right up her alley.

Thank you.

Got my beautiful kids and we're good to go.

Bye. Hello.

Bye. Hi.

I debated. And my name's pretty basic, so I'm going to just go with it. It's Emily. Okay. There's a million of us.

I think it will be safe that way.

It's definitely not one that I'm hoping she ever hears and circles back on us. That would not be ideal. I can't wait to hear it. Okay, so I have to give a little context. My husband was a dad at 16. When we met, he already had a six-year-old. I'm two years older than him, but we were babies. He was 22, about to turn 23. I was 24, about to turn 25. There was a six-year-old in the mix. It was a lot.

He's gorgeous. Oh, exciting. It excuses all the stuff I went through and makes sense why I turned a blind eye to the red flags. At 22, most guys would be out on their own or maybe not living with their mom. But he was because he had a six-year-old and she was helping. So she was, from what I gathered, supportive and a good mom. He didn't want me to beat her, though.

He was nervous. He has eight siblings.

A little bit scattered around. So there were red flags when I first met her. But they're, like, funny red flags. Quirky things. Like, she used to steal baby ducks from their mom behind Target and then sell them. What?

Wait, real ducks? Real live baby ducks? Oh, my God. On, like, the black market? On, like, Facebook, I think. She used to hatch baby chicks in a room off her kitchen. Okay.

Okay. These were things that I thought were odd, but she was living off the land, homesteading. Also, this is Florida.

She's a Tanya type. Funnily enough, that's the name I'm going to use for my oldest daughter. Okay. But yeah, so she was a little bit eccentric. But then there were other things that were harder for me to swallow. Her house was scary. There were flies everywhere.

My oldest still doesn't eat strawberry jam because she thought it had flies in it. Oh. And when you turn on the kitchen lights, all the cockroaches scare her.

So it was dirty as hell. Yes. Well, she used vinegar to clean because that's natural. Yeah. Okay. But here's the icing on the cake. She had a composting toilet.

At her house, it was basically like a Lowe's bucket that people went in the bathroom and threw mulch on. No.

Yes. She had the kids emptying it. Oh.

Not exactly. And that's an interesting part about her because she plays the hero often and plays the savior often. So she talks a big game about being like this great human being, but she also has other things happening that I learned.

Wonder Garden. My family and I own an indoor playground.

I'm in South Florida. Oh, nice. South Florida.

It did. I just saw that in North Florida, they have eight inches of snow already. Yeah, that's wild. It snows in Georgia.

So this takes place in about 2005. I went to college down in Miami.

I did.

To be honest, I'm not a huge sporting person, which makes this even funnier. I started dating a bartender at one of the dive bars that we used to frequent all the time. The most fun part about dating him was his roommate worked for the Miami Heat, and his roommate was actually the guy who was in charge of the Jumbotron.

super cool. And we got to go to the games all the time. And I wasn't so much into it for the sporting of it, but really for the social aspect. So it was coming up on Valentine's day, which is also my birthday. His roommate came home one day, we were at their apartment and he was like, listen, I have this really cool idea. I wanted to see if you guys would be game for it.

We're going to have you guys come to a game. And we're going to do like the kissing cam, you know, when the Jumbotron pans around and lands on different couples and they kiss. And he's like, but when we land on you guys, Matt's going to propose. And you have to say no, but you have to do it like super dramatically. Slap him in the face. Slap?

Yeah, he was like, really roll your eyes, slap him in the face and it'll be hilarious and people will love it and everybody will laugh.

He doesn't understand love. Yeah, tell me about it.

You're foreshadowing this story. So I was young and stupid and I was like, sure, I'm game. That sounds so fun.

That's what I was thinking. You might be on the news after this. We even like went a few days early to lock the whole thing and meet with their AV team. They're like, okay, this is where you're going to be seated. And this is the camera angle. So you guys have to play to the camera. Just kind of a peek behind the curtain. They plan this shit?

Well, they certainly planned this.

Wow. Okay. That morning, I'm getting all dolled up because I'm going to be on TV. And I'm so excited. The game starts.

at one point the roommate like came over and kind of gave us a nod like okay it's gonna happen soon so be on the ready oh are you nervous strangely i don't think i was because i was young and stupid and i really saw this as your big break i would have been in the exact same state of mind i couldn't wait for this to happen this is my nightmare

It comes up on the screen and they start kind of panning around to all these different couples and they laugh and they kiss and everybody's cheering. And then it comes to us. And just as we rehearsed, he stood up and he got down on one knee and he even had like a fake ring box. And he like presents this ring to me and I... tapped into my high school drama club training and I really went for it.

I made a choice that I was going to go for like disgust, you know? So I'm looking at him and I'm like, no. And I'm rolling my eyes and what I wasn't prepared for was like, everyone in there to completely turn on me. They didn't just start booing. The place erupted in the loudest sea of boos. I don't know how many people fit in one of these arenas, but thousands upon thousands.

directed their hate at me screaming boo boo oh fuck not one percent of you had forecasted that this might happen so you're completely ill-prepared i thought i was going to be you were the hero yeah and i was the villain then were you like they made me do it i'll marry him I thought it was over. But no, throughout the rest of the game, they kept panning back to us. Oh, no.

At least three or four other times. And every time, all over again, it was like a running joke the whole place. They hated me. Ivan went to the bathroom at one point, and this group of old ladies, they were so mean to me. Oh, no. And they were like, what's wrong with you? Why won't you marry him? He's too good for you anyway.

It was so awful. And thankfully, this was 2005, so there weren't cell phone videos like there are now. So I never had to think about it again. I never had to see it again. I was begging them to leave. He was like, no, we can't leave. We have to stay. And then after the game, we meet up with the whole group and they're laughing and applauding us. And wasn't that great? Wasn't that the best?

And I was like, did you guys just experience the same thing I experienced? Because he became the golden boy. Everyone in the place loved him. The sweetheart who had his heart on his sleeve and got turned down by this bitch. It's very Munchausen-y.

I didn't hear about it. If it was.

If they knew that I was going to be the butt of this joke the whole time, nobody clued me in to it. I was just completely taken aback. What do you mean everyone hates me? I'm supposed to be the star here. And at one point, I even tried to say, like, it's a joke. It's a joke. And they were like, no, no, no. You can't do that.

Thankfully, I was 19. So probably by that night, I was fine.

Yeah, I was fine. But I did break up with that guy afterwards. And then we lost our connection to go to the game. Whatever. Fuck him. He was a bad guy.

I don't think so either. I was like public enemy number one in Miami. Who knew?

They were the worst ones. They were so evil. I couldn't believe it.

Yeah, that's really something.

Thank you so much. I've been like a day one arm cherry and my sister Eden and my best friend Esther and I always kind of recap each of the episodes afterwards.

Two E's.

Three E's.

She's in Hollywood.

The clouds.

It was dark until like 10 a.m.

That's my backyard.

He's going to be on Hannity tonight.

There's another show, though. What was the other show you're going to be on?

Okay.

That was at 7 in the morning and there was like no light.

Well, but we'd have to drive down the hill and just run on the golf course.

I already figured it out, Drew. So we park our car at the bottom of the hill, and then we run through the neighbor's house to the golf course.

But then, you know, our car will be in a cul-de-sac. So that's pretty good, right?

Or go right into the middle of the Rose Bowl.

Our street is one way in and one way out. So we... We have to have a plan if that ever catches on.

I know, that's why we got a little nervous today.

What did it look like when you were flying in last night?

So I have a question about jumping in a pool. Yeah, everybody does. I have a question. Okay, no, I know. I think I heard that you shouldn't, but it just seems like such a...

Sheltering in your own home.

And thank you, Foster, at TWC for setting this up today. I appreciate it.

It was so windy.

Yeah, so a little backstory on TWC, the guy who runs it used to, well, his family runs the... large airplane helicopters that drop the water all over Southern California. They're based in Orange County.

And I was, I was talking to him this morning, you know, about something else. And he just said, I just said, Oh, he goes, tell me where you live. We'll come drop water on your house. I was like, no, I don't need it. He goes, do you want to talk to this chief? You know, and, And I said, great, let's do it. So he set it up, and thank you.

We really appreciate it, and we also appreciate the sponsorship if anybody needs an emergency kit like Drew's going to show you.

This would be something good to have if you're thrown out of your house.

I've got those ready to go if we ever have to pack up and run. So, yeah, it's good to have.

Especially if your doctor's office burns down.

I'm allergic. I woke up feeling sick today, like just from breathing.

Oh, yeah. I smelled it last night. And Paulina and Tracy said, oh, we just made a fire. I go, no, I smell smoke.

I'm surprised you can't get like, I was so tired. Fire alarms. Smoke fire alarms or something on the outside of your house to tell you if there's a fire. That's a good question. Or a heat detector, whatever.

I bet you could.

I just want to get the fuck out. I'm sorry.

I'm not going to sit here and try to save myself.

We should probably clear all the brush on our hillside and make a straight beeline for the... Because we have a golf course about, what, 100 yards straight down the back of our house. So we just have to have a chute that can slide down into it.

I think our area is the only area that hasn't burned in Pasadena. So 20 years we've been here.

No, I'm glad he said golf course. Cause I feel like having big open grassy areas around you is a good, a good place to own a piece of property because you don't have to worry, you know, there's going to be a, it's going to stop. We don't have that much brush below us.

Paulina sent that. One of her friends took it.

The house is going to burn. What are you going to do?

I've never seen anything like that. Like, I just can't believe it.

My father's dad wanted to join. I didn't see that.

He's the guy that runs the planes.

You know, it's interesting because every year the fire department comes around and goes, okay, we have to look at your brush around your house. We have like a big hillside next to us. It's empty and it's full of brush. And I don't know how to get them to trim that back. I think the insurance company also comes and looks at everything to make sure there's certain rules.

And they've also stopped insuring these areas because there's nothing you can do. We just heard about that. If they're in that...

fire zone and i just never would i mean we're really lucky to have fire insurance but we pay really a lot of money so um but also i have to keep the trees trimmed and it has to be you know it's just super it's a lot of work and expensive no and but um also you know i was thinking about changing insurance companies and our insurance person said no don't do it because it's impossible to get fire insurance now wow what are you circling there kayla would you circle

Well, Sylmar is constantly full of fire.

Are we signing on, Caleb? We're going to get Sir Coulson. Oh, my gosh. My brother just texted me.

It must be scary on the news because I haven't talked to him in a long time.

Colson Sr. What's his dad's name?

Let's see.

It's from Colson, you know, Colson.

It was a family-owned lumber business in Canada, which Foster worked with. That's right.

He ended up taking over this fleet to take care of the fires in California.

We got to see some of the cool planes.

No, that's Paulina's friend.

That's the beach club.

Still standing.

It's snowing ashes.

Kind of orange.

What I read is that- They were running from their cars.

So crazy.

So did the fire chief show up yet?

His name is now Sean Combs.

Because he's being sued by the feds, the United States. They're making him go by the name he was born with.

But they are calling him P. Diddy. P-E-E. Diddy. After... Hold up your drink. The recent urination. Now we're going to pee?

Did you see that?

Is this pee or can I drink this?

So I just, I'm Emily. You might have seen me on Calling Out with Susan Pinsky.

There you are.

You can find me at Instagram and Substack. Emily knows everything. With an I-E. Emily. With an I-E. I'm reporting every day I'm going to the courthouse in lower Manhattan for the Sean Combs versus the United States of America. And I just, I'm out of breath because I was running to get here on time because there is so much chaos happening outside the courthouse.

Because it's like a mental health asylum. And you know, that's where I thrive. Yeah. If you see all the clips I just posted.

Not me. But I'm part of everyone's like, why do you keep posting the same? I'm like, have you ever thought maybe I'm one of them? I'm asking. Today was the fourth or the third. Third or fourth day of Cassie Ventura's testimony.

They finally wrapped it up.

Basically a sex worker.

Objection. Yeah. Jury, please disregard that last statement. Hearsay?

That's what I didn't under, no one understood.

I mean, it's only week one, day five. It's supposed to be an eight week trial. so far people are very split online and in the courtroom every minute people's ideas change like one minute they're like wow Diddy's cooked the next minute they're saying Cassie's cooked why did Cassie get cooked she's not on trial Well, people are forgetting this. She's on the prosecution side.

Yeah, they're forgetting that this isn't a trial, Cassie versus Diddy. Right, right. There's like a ton of witnesses.

Well, she's a victim. Yeah, I think she's victim one. And then they have a Jane Doe. But then a lot of the witnesses have been disappearing. So we don't really know who, we don't know how this is going to go on for eight weeks.

Yeah, basically that's what I've taken away from this so far is I feel like I'm just desensitized to hearing about Hollywood sex orgies. It's just like a court full of people, including Diddy's children, who are in the, like all of the kids.

The twins are 18. The boys are in their 20s. They're all just sitting there with his mom, just in a row, unfazed, while we're hearing about Diddy allegedly urinating in Cassie Ventura's mouth with a male escort. And they're both double dipping. And then she's choking on the pee. And everyone's just sitting there unfazed. Like, it's like just another Tuesday.

And it's your fault.

People are trying.

Yeah, I know. I do. A lot of the public's. Yeah, I think it's weird because we're just sitting there listening to these stories. Apparently the freak offs that went on between Cassie Ventura and Sean Combs. Apparently they would sometimes go on for four days at a time.

So they were hiring male escorts to come in and she would have to wear like huge platform heels and she would have to keep having sex with these escorts. And she said every five minutes he would require her to lather herself and the escort in baby oil because he liked them to glisten and to keep shining. So the baby oil, up until this court case, they said that it was laced with drugs.

They thought that's how he got victims high. Cassie Ventura took the stand and said there was no drugs. It was literally just baby oil from the drugstore.

They are doing drugs.

There's a lot of drugs. They're both addicted to opiates. They were doing cocaine, ketamine, MDMA, everything.

They talked about the detox. Do you remember that? Cassie talked about it today. She said that they both flew to Mexico separately to do some type of detox, but then they both shortly relapsed after.

I believe so. And she's remarried. She's pregnant. Eight and a half months pregnant. We think she's going to be having a baby on the stand.

What?

Are you allowed to say that?

Are you allowed to diagnose?

What do you mean?

She's not in recovery.

I don't know. Can you explain that?

I didn't know it was so technical.

Is it like when you're calling a recovering alcoholic, you have to say the recovering?

I think that's what the defense is trying to prove because they're trying to say that she was a willing participant in the freak-off. So they're trying to show text messages that would have her say like, oh, I can't wait till you put your legs behind. I can't wait.

I do have my notebook if you guys want real direct quotes. Oh, I'm going to say it.

Well, he was her manager. She was signed to his label. So now there's the power hierarchy they're arguing.

And the music industry, it's already hard enough to break through that industry. So dating the head of Bad Boy Records back in the early 2000s is not fair.

So they met when she was 19, started dating when she was 21. And he was 17 years older than her.

That's what a lot of men, especially, are arguing online, where women are arguing the opposite. I really do feel like it's become a male and female issue online.

No, I'm saying that online I'm noticing a lot of men. No, no, no.

It's been a long day.

That and if she didn't participate, he would beat her up.

So there's a domestic violence element too.

Have you seen the video with the Intercontinental Hotel?

That and because she was afraid he wouldn't love her anymore. Okay, what's up?

That was one of the things she said. And also she was afraid that he wouldn't love her.

And we're not phased. And then I go and report these things. And I go viral. And then I'm like, oh, the more crazy the things. And then there's this creator economy at the courthouse now where it's not just press that's getting in. We have TikTokers, YouTubers. Everyone's fighting for a spot. And they're trying to make this story more salacious when it's already salacious on its own.

That's what everyone's been saying, and there has been whispers in the courtroom that there were some victims that got cold feet and dropped out before the trial, which is making this seem like they don't have a lot. I know that Diddy's legal team is celebrating in the courtroom.

Yeah, I'm done naming him. He probably wants to be called Love. That was his latest name before he was arrested. Love. So there's guys outside the courthouse being like, I liked Puff Daddy. That was my Aaron.

There was a guy that was arrested, a free ditty, but he was a free love protester outside yesterday. But yeah, I think that the legal team on Diddy's side, they're already acting like they're going to win. They said they, I mean, they're schmoozing with everybody. I mean, they've got a strong team. Gary Gose, Donaldson, Ryan Steele.

They have like a powerhouse and then these prosecutors are so green. So the prosecution, they're like little, it's like, imagine seven of me's up on the stand. It's like little, it's all white women. That's why Mark Garagos called them a six pack of white women because they're all nervous. Like, hi, my name is Meredith. And then they're up against these like amazing people. criminal offense.

She had a better opening statement.

Well, they say that the witnesses they're about to call up, they're trying to set the stage right now for the RICO. And the witnesses they're about to call to the stand, they're going to start showing like how he was using employees to conspire and to carry out his crimes.

Right now, I think they purposely put Cassie on the stand first. People thought she was going to be the strongest testimony. It might be the opposite. And then when I left the courthouse today, when we left, this guy came up to me and he goes, because I left about 20 minutes early to get here, and he goes, things just got really serious. Things are about to get really dark.

They just called a new witness to the stand, and apparently she just spilled out some crazy new evidence that I didn't get because I had to get here.

It's already on TMZ, I'm sure. TMZ's got three reporters in there.

I'm honestly more mentally ill from the comment section of people being like, okay, I posted a video the other day where I said, it's so weird that I'm just sitting in court and I'm listening to this male escort being like, oh yeah, Cassie said I have the biggest dick she's ever seen. Oh really? Yeah, she'd love my dick. And then someone goes, you sound really biased. Yeah. And I thought, to what?

Small dicks? Because I'm not picking a side. And they were, two people were trying, one was trying to say I was biased to Cassie and one to Diddy. It's like, I can't say anything without people attacking.

I think that's more damaging to my brain than this trial.

They want bigger people to be named. And so far we're not seeing Ashton Kutcher. We're not seeing Leonardo DiCaprio. We're not seeing Kim Kardashian. Right now all we're seeing is random male escorts hired on back page.

Today, someone in the lunchroom told me she thinks the shakes were paying Diddy so that because they don't get to have sex in their country. So they were paying him for the tape. So that's just a conspiracy.

I don't know. This is how crazy the cafeteria got when we were eating chicken fingers. There was conspiracies lingering. I think also like the content creators, it's really dog eat dog. Like no, everyone's like trying to like outdo each other with the content. It's like, this is apparently like a sex trafficking, allegedly a sex trafficking trial. So why has this become a media circus?

I think it's because we've never seen someone as big as Diddy on a trial. Like, I don't think anyone really cared that much.

Well, the funny thing is, is Lisa Bloom is in the overflow room every day. And if you guys aren't aware, Lisa Bloom is representing Lauren Piscoda, who was the first woman to be filing a sexual assault lawsuit against Kanye. So her and her mother, Gloria Allred, are in the overflow room every day taking notes. No one knows why, but they're there.

Kanye's never been to jail. He's in Spain right now.

He's saying free ditty. He's saying this is a big conspiracy by Diageo.

It's this company that, I guess Diddy pissed this company off. And a lot of people believe this theory that they want, I don't know, Caleb, are you aware?

Before the trial, Kanye called Diddy And they spoke on the phone. And then after that, he started going after Cassie on X and was saying that Cassie's extorting Diddy for money and that Cassie was the one that was running the orgies and the sex parties. And now that she took the stand, she admitted that. She said, yeah, I was the one that booked.

the orgies under the name, I think it was Jackie Star. She would use that name and she was the one booking the male escort. So whatever Diddy told Kanye isn't exactly what they're saying at the trial.

No, he just talked to Diddy.

It's like the fly on the wall. Since when do you like Kanye? Something happened when you went over to New York.

Why do you think it's drug addiction? I mean, they're saying it is, but a lot of people in the courtroom are saying, I didn't think Diddy was a drug user.

Because no one has sex for four days in a row unless you're on drugs. You're high, yeah.

And the pinks were getting weirder and weirder and weirder.

You know about the song? I agree. Why don't you sing it right now?

It's the song of the summer.

I know the H-word song. I'm not supposed to sing it. Yeah. This broadcast has been seized.

This is Mr. Loveline. Yes. You didn't know about that urination kinks?

Not only consented.

The male escort said that she's the one that directed him and said, hey, hey, not so much at once. You need to let it out a little at a time. Let it trickle out. Yeah, because I guess the escort was like, psst.

That was the video that went viral is when I talked about the semen on the nipples.

I mean, right in front of his mother. It's not, I've heard of many celebrities with urination kinks. And now I'm wondering, are they going to try to get ahead of the narrative and be like, okay, me too, before some girl comes out and outs them? Because I know of two right now.

P2. P2.

We're all desensitized. I am not. Is it our business to be knowing about everybody's sex life? I don't want to know about your guys'.

Well, porn has made everybody desensitized, but this trial, I think, is waking people up. I think a lot of people that live maybe in the middle of nowhere, they're like, this is crazy. But I think in Hollywood, people are used to this kind of behavior.

Not all of us. I think some of us are, though.

Because when I was sitting there, I was unfazed. And then when I left, people are like, are you okay? And I said, I've heard of defecation, King. Susan and I have talked about that on her show. Like, feces is worse than urination.

We talked to, what was her name? Barbara Adler exposed it. From the Abercrombie. At the Epstein parties that the girls that were trying to be Victoria's Secret models would stand on a glass tabletop and quite literally shit while a photographer was underneath collecting blackmail and taking photos.

It's also like why, if this trial ends up being nothing... I'm wondering, like, do you know anything about, like, how does the government sue somebody? Like, do they just get all these people together?

Like, how is it the United States versus Sean Combs? Like, whose idea was it for the government to go after him?

I know. I need to find that out.

Maybe.

Yeah, she's there every day with Gloria. I mean, they're saying they're not going to make any assumptions on the case.

Yeah, Mark Garagos, I mean, he seems like he's, I saw him the first day of court, but I haven't seen him there any other day. He was in trouble.

Yeah, I think so. When I was watching it, I was starting to pick videos that were so weird that I ended up reversing it. And then I was watching porn where not only did they all have clothes on, but they even had N95 masks on. So that's a category now. It's like the opposite of nudity. That's a new category.

Yeah, so it's like modest porn. Fully clothed. Yeah, they're not even doing it. It's so weird.

I don't know, but it's a category. It's really strange.

It was very, well, they were in China. So like they were wearing N95s before pandemic, but that's a whole other- They were wearing surgical masks for colds and things. I don't know. I just think this trial is weird that there's just all these people just sitting there judging this relationship that happened years ago.

A while ago. And now, and her husband is- is there who is Diddy's trainer. So she was cheating on Diddy with this guy. And now today, no, he was cheating too. No, he was cheating. But today the defense was trying to paint her out as a cheater. And they said that they're like, do you remember the night that you were having intercourts with Sean Combs and your now husband FaceTimed you?

Did you answer that call? And she was like, no, I don't think so. And then they were like, did you tell him that you were having intercourse with Sean Combs? And she was like, yeah, I think eventually. It's just a humiliating trial. They're both reliving this toxic relationship. Drug addiction.

They're pulling up emails on BlackBerry phones and texts from BlackBerrys showing old emails where they're like, I love you so much. I love you. I love you so much. They're just showing how in love this couple was. Which couple?

No, Diddy and Cassie, they're like showing how in love they were. And then they're like, today she asked, do you still love him? And she was like, I have love for what we had.

I mean, you can tell she still has like... Who else? Who else? I think Cassie does. Even though the sex was freaky, the way it feels to me is like they had a toxic relationship. And like the only time she said she felt close to him is when they were having sex. Because when you're dating someone that's unavailable... And they're hooking up with girls and they're that powerful.

The only time you do feel bonded is when you're having sex because once they come, they forget about you. So that's what the feeling I'm getting. And they kept saying that Cassie, they keep showing like screenshots of Cassie begging for his attention, but how he was always on tour.

And like they were, like Aragos said in the opening statement that both of the victims were desperate for his attention. They're trying to paint both. And so far Cassie's admitted that. She's like, yeah, I wanted more time with him.

And then today they showed an email where it said that Diddy says, you're supposed to be seducing me all day long.

And then they were like, so did you do that? And she was like, sometimes. It's just very weird.

And then everyone in the courtroom or the overflow room is just discussing their sex life. And they're all kind of, every single woman in there is relating to Cassie. They're remembering the toxic relationship they had in their 20s. Talk about yours. My mom told me I'm not allowed to. I posted about it yesterday and she goes, stop comparing yourself to Cassie.

There is so many girls today talking about that. They're like, you know, they're like, Cassie's a Virgo. They love chaos. You can tell, like, she's now dating a Pisces. Like, they were, like, looking at our astrology signs.

Drew's a Virgo, too. But he's a September 4th. That's the same birthday as Jay-Z. You can't trust Drew. And that, speaking of Jay-Z, he has not been mentioned. Everyone has been thinking he's going to get mentioned. I don't think Jay-Z is getting mentioned. Same with Justin Bieber.

I think it's human.

18-year-olds are kind of assholes. I was 21.

Look at you. I agree. Those women are obsessed with Joe. He's killing all the... And the girls still love him.

The new show is number two trending on Netflix. You...

on season five the whole show is about a sociopath serial killer that makes women fall in love with him and he just kills everybody and the sex is just so crazy and they just love that he's a sociopath like most of the shows on tv right now just show about emotionally unavailable men and then these like toxic relationships they're glamorized in media and i don't think it's because of the media i think it's a human experience

What came first, these shows?

Someone told me that as we've just kind of moved on in time, they've just started creating these disorders just for humans.

Like the book used to have gay in there as a disorder.

Because I would argue that people that are boring just label someone borderline because they are so boring.

There's rumors online. There's something online about, did he say something about being in Harlem when he was 12 and being exposed to like pornographic material? Yeah.

Which is interesting because Kanye just came out and said that he was giving oral sex to his cousin that was six years old after he found pornographic magazines in his mother's closet.

Then it's like, okay, my uncle and aunt had every single issue of Playboy in their basement. And me and my brother saw it and we didn't go act out. We were just like, oh.

There was like Hustler too. Wasn't that a bad one? I think so. Wasn't that a little more R-rated? Yeah, but it's not intercourse. Like you're not seeing. Right, but I think that Kanye was talking about Hustler or something. I don't know. I just think it depends on the person. I think maybe the mental illness was the, I don't know. He might have set it for attention.

How do you treat being a sociopath?

People born a sociopath?

Are there benefits of being a sociopath?

Thank you so much for jetting over here. Yeah, I appreciate you coming here. There was people, I have to show you guys after. I saw tits outside the courtroom too.

Because an influencer showed up and was fighting with this other influencer and flashed the entire crowd and it was normalized. And she started shaking them. You guys can see it on my live.

Can you post that on Instagram? I actually airdropped her the video, and she said her editor's going to censor out her emails.

Oh yeah, that'll be my friend John Campanelli. That's going to be very funny.

Yeah, another Virgo. Hopefully, Emily. A rational one. Acts more like you than me, don't worry.

Keep drinking them Celsius.

We're going to have dinner.

I'll let you guys know. I'll come back when there's like a verdict.

You're always worried about me.

You always worry. I know. Even if I'm not at Diddy, you're like, are you okay mentally? No, I'm never okay.

What soul? I don't even have one.

Every time I leave here, I do feel good. That's why I agreed to it. I was like, I always leave Drew and Susan's feeling normal. Oh, good.

That's true. Keats talks about how summer is about luxurious contemplation. He uses the phrase pondering honied cud, which is such an interesting metaphor. It makes me think of someone reminiscing about the sweetness of past experiences. It's a more introspective time, where we think about life on a deeper level.

right it's like in autumn there's a sense of being okay with life's transience we've reached a point where we can sit back and reflect knowing that not everything lasts but that's okay i think the line about quiet coves in this section really conveys that feeling of calm observation yeah and it's a big shift from the earlier seasons by autumn we're not so focused on beauty or dreams instead we're more focused on being content and that brings us to the final season winter

It's a sobering thought, but Keats presents it in a way that feels natural like an inevitable conclusion to the cycle. The idea that winter is the end, the season where everything slows down reminds us that life is temporary, but he doesn't present it with fear, does he?

That's what makes it even more impressive. Despite his youth, he had such a profound grasp of life's fleeting nature. Now, let's talk about some of the themes. One of the biggest themes here is obviously seasons and time, which Keats uses as a metaphor for the different stages of human life. Time passes and with it we experience these different phases each with its own challenges and rewards.

exactly and another key theme is youth and imagination spring symbolizes youth when the mind is bursting with ideas and creativity keats emphasizes how in our younger years we're eager to explore the world and its beauty everything seems possible then as we mentioned earlier contemplation and dreams are central to summer it's a time for the mind to indulge in its own thoughts almost like reaching for something higher maybe even a spiritual connection keats uses the warmth of summer to symbolize the comfort and richness of our dreams

And then we hit mortality and human nature in winter. Keats uses winter to remind us of our mortality, that we're not eternal and life inevitably reaches its conclusion. But like we said earlier, it's not a tragic ending. It's more like an acknowledgement that this is how the cycle of life works.

I agree, each season also has its own distinct mood. Spring is full of energy and optimism, summer feels more thoughtful and dreamy, autumn is calm and introspective. And winter is a little melancholic but also accepting. Keats really captures the full range of human experience in just a few lines.

Exactly. And even though Keats didn't live to old age, he seemed to have a real understanding of life's journey. That's what makes the human season so poignant. It feels like a personal reflection on life cycles from youthful energy to the quiet acceptance of our final days.

Right. The poem opens with a pretty straightforward idea. The year is divided into four seasons, but then Keats makes a deeper comparison by saying that just like the seasons, the human mind goes through its own cycle. Each season represents a different phase of life.

Thanks for joining us on this exploration of the human seasons. If you enjoyed today's episode, make sure to subscribe to classwithmason.com so you don't miss our next deep dive into another classic work of literature.

And I'm Emily, here to explore another great piece of literature with you all. Today we're diving into one of John Keats' shorter yet profound poems, The Human Seasons. This is episode three of our first season, and we're excited to talk about this one.

Oh, definitely. Spring is all about vibrancy and optimism. He's capturing that feeling when we're young, and everything seems within reach. The mind is eager, ready to embrace all the beauty and opportunities around us. It's like the innocence and excitement of being young.

Yeah.

So, do you want to go to the woods one last time?

Yeah, you know, if you want to, that's cool. Cool, let's go.

The amount of times he's laughed at himself for being a fucking weirdo is actually making my skin crawl. He keeps me like, Hey, geez. What am I? What am I thinking? And me like, how many times has he done that in the last two days? A lot.

I'm such a freak.

Yeah.

We kill Amy.

You do like Heath Ledger. Thank you. You want to know how I'm going to unlock this door to let you in?

610?

Hey, y'all, this is Parker from...

South Georgia. South Georgia. Anyway, I love the podcast. I do have a few comments about the podcast. Okay. One of them being is, y'all say pecans wrong. Y'all say pecans.

Pecans. All right. Down here in South Georgia, we say pecans.

All right. And number two, I have a question for Uncle Si.

On the episode of Duck Dynasty of Duck Season Eve, why did you leave Martin and Jay stranded without any food? Anyway, I love podcasts. And God bless y'all.

Bye.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Look, I know that you don't like to talk about mom, so we don't have to, but you know that she would have wanted you to be a person, live your life. Okay, do you remember when I was little and you would give me Charles challenges? Like, find 10 out-of-state license plates or read 20 books before Christmas? I'm giving you a Charles challenge.

Find a project or a hobby, just something that excites you.

I mean, the mantra here, compared to growing up in the UK, here is very much like it's nature, baby. Or like they're embracing it in that they're already putting sandbags outside their homes and then we'll hit the surf in 30 minutes. Like we've never seen waves like this. Like this is insane. We've just got a message through saying Ocean Shores.

People are being told to evacuate their homes and Oceanshore is just a little bit north from us. We're out on these like, water pushing through these winds and the sea is like, it looked like it was snow on the beach because there was so much foam.

They're already putting sandbags outside their homes. We're out on these like water pushing through these winds and the sea is like, it looked like it was snow on the beach because there was so much foam.

He blocked my path before I even had the chance to react. Hey there, he said, smiling in a way that felt wrong, like he knew something I didn't. You look lost. Need some help? My heart hammered in my chest. I shook my head, trying to sidestep him. No, I'm fine. Just heading home. He mirrored my movement, still blocking me.

home huh where's that maybe i could walk you there his voice was smooth too casual for the way he'd emerged from the shadows i tried to swallow my fear but it clawed up my throat leaving me with nothing but a dry mouth and trembling hands I glanced around, hoping for some sign of help. Anyone else walking down the street. That's when I saw him.

Another man, older, standing just across the narrow street. He was leaning against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the ember glowing in the dark. He had a scar running down his cheek. His eyes locked on me with an intensity that made my stomach drop. He didn't move, didn't say a word, just watched.

panic set in tightening my chest they were working together i knew it with a cold certainty that made my legs feel weak the first man took a step closer his smile widening you got a name he asked his tone dripping with false friendliness i ignored him my mind racing

i could feel the wall against my back the cold bricks pressing into me as the second man flicked his cigarette away the ember hit the ground and snuffed out and i couldn't help but feel like it was a symbol of my chances dwindling to nothing the older man said something in a language i didn't understand his voice sharp commanding

The first man's grin faltered for a moment, then he reached out, his fingers brushing my arm. I jerked away, fear clawing at my throat. There was an opening, a tiny chance, at the end of the alley. Beyond them was an abandoned building with a gaping black doorway, and I knew that was where they wanted to take me. I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't end up in that dark, empty building.

I never thought those words would feel so real. The detectives weren't just questioning me. They were going through David's desk, taking apart everything. They took pictures of his papers, his pens, even his sticky notes. It was like they were looking for something specific, something hidden. I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine as I watched. What had David done?

The fear pushed me forward, and without thinking, I ducked under the man's arm and bolted. I heard them shout behind me, their footsteps pounding against the pavement as they chased me, but I didn't look back. I ran, my breath coming in short sharp gasps, my feet barely touching the ground. The darkness around me blurred, and the only thing that mattered was getting away.

The flickering streetlight ahead was my only guide, and I pushed myself toward it, praying that I would make it out of the alley before they caught me.

i sprinted as fast as i could my heart pounding in rhythm with the frantic thud of my footsteps the men's shouts echoed behind me but i didn't dare look back the narrow alley seemed to stretch endlessly and i couldn't shake the feeling that they were closing in on me their shadows reaching out like fingers ready to drag me down

i could hear the pounding of their shoes growing louder my fear spurring me on even as my muscles burned with exhaustion the night seemed to tighten around me dark and suffocating the flickering streetlight ahead my only sliver of hope i had to make it i had to reach that light Suddenly, I saw it. A gap between two buildings, just wide enough for me to squeeze through.

It was a gamble, but I had no choice. I darted to the right, throwing myself into the narrow space. The rough brick walls scraped my shoulders, and I pressed myself flat, holding my breath. The sound of footsteps thundered past, and I waited, every second feeling like an eternity.

their voices filled the dark alley angry and confused but they didn't seem to realize where i had gone i squeezed my eyes shut praying they wouldn't find me my body was shaking my breath shallow and quick but i kept as still as i could willing myself to disappear into the darkness

after what felt like an eternity the footsteps began to fade i opened my eyes peering out from the shadows the alley was empty the men nowhere in sight slowly i inched my way out of the gap careful not to make a sound my body ached every muscle tense and ready to bolt again if i needed to

i scanned my surroundings my senses on high alert i needed to get to safety and fast the main road was still a block away and i knew i had to move carefully i stuck to the shadows every sound making me flinch my heart pounding in my ears i couldn't let my guard down not yet

after what felt like an eternity i reached the main road the neon lights of a late-night diner blinked in the distance and i felt a wave of relief wash over me it wasn't much but it was something a safe place a place with people I hurried towards it, my legs trembling with each step, my breath still shallow. I pushed the door open, the warmth and light of the diner washing over me like a blanket.

The bell above the door jingled softly, and I stumbled inside, heading for a corner booth. I sank into the seat, my hands still trembling as I pulled out my phone. I needed to call someone, anyone. I needed to hear a familiar voice, to feel like I wasn't alone. The waitress approached, her kind eyes filled with concern. You okay, honey? She asked, her voice gentle.

I nodded, though I knew I wasn't convincing. Yeah. Yeah. I whispered, my voice barely audible. Just, a long night. I dialed the number, my fingers shaking. As I listened to the ringing on the other end, I looked around the diner, trying to convince myself that I was safe now. But the fear lingered, a shadow that refused to let go.

What had he hidden right here, just a few feet away from me all this time? Later, one of the detectives mentioned they had searched David's home. He said they found things there, things that were worse than they expected. I tried to ask more, but he wouldn't tell me. Then he asked for my name and my husband's name. My heart sank. Why did they need Mark's name?

The men were still out there, somewhere, and I couldn't shake the feeling that they might come looking for me again. When the voice on the other end of the line answered, I felt a small sense of relief. I wasn't alone anymore. But I knew that the memory of this night would stay with me, a dark reminder of how quickly everything could change.

I had trusted my instincts, and it had saved me, but I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever feel truly safe again. The day Jen and I went to the nature reserve started like any other. We walked down the path, the sun just starting to dip below the trees, turning everything golden. It was so quiet, the only sounds were the crunch of our footsteps on the dirt and the occasional rustle of leaves.

Jen kept talking about school, and I tried to listen, but something felt off. The woods were too quiet, like all the animals had disappeared. I glanced around, but nothing seemed out of place. We reached the clearing and everything seemed fine at first. Jen was laughing and I was trying to shake off that weird feeling. Then I noticed him.

There was a man standing farther down the trail, half hidden by the trees. He was just standing there, staring at us. I nudged Jen, and she looked over, but shrugged it off. Probably just another hiker, she said, but I couldn't ignore the way he was watching us. He wasn't moving, just standing there like he was waiting for something.

We kept walking, trying to ignore him, but after a few minutes I glanced back, and he was still there. Only now, he was closer. I could see his face better. Scruffy, dark eyes. Clothes that looked like they hadn't been washed in a while. He wasn't just walking, he was coming after us. I whispered to Jen and she turned around. Her smile faded and I could tell she understood now.

He wasn't just some random hiker. Jen grabbed my arm and we started walking faster, our footsteps pounding on the dirt path. The man sped up too. My hands started to shake and I fumbled for my phone. I called my uncle, my voice coming out all shaky. I tried to tell him where we were, but I didn't really know.

The trail twisted and turned, and all I could say was that we were at the nature reserve, and someone was following us. Stay loud, my uncle said. I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could, hoping someone would hear us. The man was getting closer. I could hear his heavy footsteps. Jen and I ran, but the trail seemed to go on forever.

My legs were burning, and I didn't know where we were going, just away from him. The woods were getting darker, and I could barely see the path in front of me. Then we hit a fence, old and rusty, blocking our way. There was nowhere to go. To our right, a tall cement wall marked the edge of the gated community. I shoved Jen towards the wall, yelling at her to climb.

She scrambled up, her fingers digging into the rough cement. I threw my phone and pocket knife over, then tried to follow. My hand slipped on the cold surface, but somehow, I managed to pull myself up. I could hear the man behind us, closer now, and he was yelling. An angry, ugly sound that made my stomach twist. We tumbled over the wall, landing hard on the grass.

I looked up and there was an older man, walking his dog, staring at us like we were crazy. Jen tried to explain but the words wouldn't come out right. I grabbed my phone and told my uncle we made it over. I could hear him yelling somewhere on the other side, his voice echoing through the trees, telling the man to back off.

The older man with the dog led us to a gate in the wall and we slipped through, finally meeting my uncle. He had his shotgun with him and his face was tight with anger. He put his arm around me and we started back down the trail towards his truck. Every sound made me jump, the wind, the branches.

I gave it to them, my voice barely a whisper, and then I quickly called Mark, trying to calm myself down. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong. By the end of the day, the lead detective called me into a room one last time. He looked exhausted, his eyes red like he had been crying. He wouldn't even look at me directly. "'Emily,' he said, "'you need to be careful.'

my uncle kept looking around the shotgun ready but the man was gone when we got home i tried to tell my aunt what happened but the words wouldn't come out right i couldn't forget the way the man looked at us the way he chased us through the woods i used to love the nature reserve Now I couldn't even think about it without feeling that fear all over again.

The older man with the dog helped Jen and me find the gate out of the community. We slipped through and there was my uncle running towards us with his shotgun. His face was full of worry and I could tell he was ready to do whatever it took to keep us safe. He put his arm around me, pulling me close, and we started back down the trail towards his truck. Jen stayed close, and we didn't say anything.

There was nothing to say. Every sound around us made me jump. The rustling leaves, the crack of a branch, even the sound of our own footsteps. My uncle kept his eyes on the trees, his shotgun ready. I knew he was trying to keep us safe, but it didn't make me feel any better. I kept looking back, expecting to see the man again, expecting him to come out of the shadows and chase us all over again.

But he was gone. The woods were empty. When we finally reached the truck, my uncle opened the door for us, and Jen and I climbed in. I sat there, my hands still shaking, as my uncle got in and started the engine. The ride back felt like it took forever. Nobody spoke.

I just kept staring out the window, watching the trees pass by, wondering if the man was still out there, hiding somewhere in the darkness. When we got home, my aunt was waiting on the porch. She rushed over as soon as she saw us, her face pale. She pulled me into a hug, and I tried to tell her what had happened, but the words wouldn't come out right.

Everything felt jumbled, and I could barely think straight. My uncle told her what he knew, and she let us inside, her arms still around me. That night, I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the man's face. I saw the way he looked at us, the way he started running after us. I could still hear his footsteps, still hear the way he yelled when we climbed over the wall.

I kept thinking that he was out there, that he knew where we were. I kept thinking that he might come back. My uncle stayed up all night, sitting by the front door with his shotgun. I could hear him moving around, checking the locks on the doors and windows. My aunt stayed with Jen and me in my room. She tried to calm us down, tried to make us feel safe, but I couldn't.

I just kept thinking about the nature reserve, about how different it looked now. It wasn't a place to relax anymore. It was a place where danger was hiding, waiting for us. The next day, my uncle drove us past the nature reserve on the way to town. I looked out the window, and everything seemed normal. The sun was shining, the trees were green, and the path was empty. But I knew better now.

I knew what could be hiding in those woods. I knew that I wouldn't be going back there again. Not ever. And as we drove away, I whispered under my breath, Let's not meet again. The rain pattered hard on the roof that afternoon. Dad and Emma had gone into town for groceries, leaving me behind. It was just Rusty, our dog, and I left in the old creaky farmhouse.

I was in my room reading a book when, through the window, headlights came pulling up our long, muddy driveway. It wasn't our car. The vehicle came closer, and I realized it was Mr. Whitaker's truck. He never really came over unless he had some reason to talk to my dad, always unannounced. The thought of him being here made me feel uneasy, especially since I was alone.

Quickly, I got up and drew the curtains shut, making sure to close every one in the house. The house did seem darker now, and I could hear the wind pressing against the walls, mingling with the sound of the rain. I rushed to check all the doors, the front, the side, the back. I locked them all.

Until we're sure David is locked up, you need to change your routine. Stay with friends if you can, and don't be alone. His voice cracked a little, and my fear spiked. He told me that David had been keeping a journal about me. A journal filled with pages and pages of his obsession. He wrote about how he thought we were meant to be together, and how my husband Mark was the problem. I felt sick.

The old locks clicked loudly, and I kept looking out the windows, hoping maybe Mr. Whitaker would just drive away. I saw his truck stop right outside, and I heard the door slam as he got out. His boots were heavy and crunched on the gravel. I could hear Rusty barking from outside in the yard. I could hear Mr. Whitaker yelling at Rusty, telling him to be quiet.

His voice was sharp and my chest felt tight. I didn't know what he wanted, but I didn't want him to know I was here. I grabbed a kitchen knife and ducked under the pantry table. The small dark space felt stifling, the pounding of the rain making everything seem louder. I tried to keep my breathing quiet. The floorboards creaked as he stepped onto the porch.

I heard him try the handle of the front door, rattling it, like he was testing if it was locked. He moved on to the side door, then the back door, trying each one before walking around the house. His footsteps thudded on the wooden porch and then the gravel path. I again heard his voice. He was saying my name, repeating it over and over like he knew I was in there.

He kept moving, trying to see through the windows, tapping on the glass, calling for me to come out. I didn't move, the knife held tight in my hand. The rain outside kept coming down in sheets, and the house was dark except for the flashes of lightning that lit up the rooms for a split second.

one of those flashes lit up mr whittaker's face in the back window his eyes were wide and he was smiling in a way that made my stomach turn he continued to circle around his voice sometimes soft and coaxing and other times angry and loud then he said something that made me freeze completely I'm going to burn this place down, he yelled, but I'll let you out first.

It was a cold October morning when I walked into the office, expecting just another regular day. But the second I stepped inside, I knew something was terribly wrong. There were detectives everywhere. My heart started to pound as I saw David, my co-worker, being led away in handcuffs. His face was pale, his clothes wrinkled, and he looked terrified.

I couldn't make out if he was serious or if he was trying to scare me. Either way, I knew he wanted me to come out. He wanted to make me scared enough to do what he wanted. He stood there for what felt like forever, but finally, I heard him walk back over to his truck. The door shut, and then the engine cranked. I remained under the table until I could no longer hear his truck driving.

my fingers hurt from squeezing the knife so hard the house was still dark and i didn't move until i heard my dad's car coming up the driveway only then did i crawl out my legs shaky and weak as if they weren't used to standing any more I waited a long time under the table after hearing the truck drive away.

The house was silent except for the tapping of the rain against the windows and an occasional rumble of thunder. My legs ached and my fingers hurt from holding the knife too tightly. Finally, I let go and dropped the knife to the floor beside me. I did not want to move until I was quite sure Mr. Whittaker had really left. I felt relieved when I heard my dad's car pull up the driveway.

I crawled out from under the table, my legs shaky and weak. I peeked out the window and saw the familiar headlights. My dad and Emma were finally home. I unlocked the front door just as they reached the porch and my dad looked at me in puzzlement. Alex

what's going on he asked seeing the knife on the floor and the shaking i guess i tried to tell him everything that had happened the words spilling out my dad's face went from a what's wrong to an angry one as i told him about mr whittaker trying to get in and how he'd been calling out my name Emma was standing beside him, her eyes huge as she listened. My dad said nothing for a moment.

He looked out into the darkness. His jaw clenched. Get your things, he finally said, his voice tight. We're not staying here tonight. I nodded, too shaken to argue. Emma and I quickly grabbed some clothes and whatever else we could cram into a bag. My dad stood guard by the window, his eyes raking over the driveway as if he expected Mr. Whitaker to come back.

The detective went on, explaining how David had planned to make it look like Mark was cheating on me. And then, my stomach twisted, David had written about how he would kill Mark, and after that, he would come for me. The detective's voice shook as he apologized for scaring me, but he needed me to understand how real the danger had been. I could barely breathe.

We left the house that night, driving away with Rusty in the back seat still barking at every shadow. The rain kept coming down, and the headlights cut through the darkness barely at all. Not a word was said by my dad, though I could guess he was angry and scared at the same time. I looked back as we drove away at the farmhouse, its windows dark, the house looking empty.

I hoped I would never have to see it again. We ended up at my uncle's place, which was a small, cramped caravan in his yard. It wasn't much, but seemed at least a bit safer than the farmhouse. My uncle was surprised to see us. I mean, he welcomed us in without asking too many questions. That night, I slept on a very tiny couch, Rusty lying on the floor beside me. I hardly slept at all.

Every little noise made me jump, and I couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Whitaker's face at the window.

and so days turned into weeks and we stayed at my uncle's place trying to figure out what to do next my dad was looking for a new place somewhere far from mr whittaker he hardly ever spoke about that night but i could see the worry on his face emma tried to act like everything was fine but i knew she was just as scared as i was I did not know if we would ever feel safe again.

One day, my dad told us we found a new place in a different town. It wasn't perfect, but it was ours. As we packed up what little we had, I couldn't help but reflect on the farmhouse and all that had happened there. I wanted to forget it, but I knew I never would. Some things just stick with you no matter how fast you run. I can still remember that nightmare very distinctly, even years later.

It was not merely a fear of darkness or some wild imagination of a child. On the contrary, it has left something more real, more deep inside the corridors of my mind. I was six years old, sharing a small, cramped bedroom with my twin sister, Sarah. Our bunk bed was pushed up directly against the window that faced into the dense woods behind our neighbor's yard.

Those woods were always like an endless shadow, dark and mysterious. Even in the daytime, something about them was unsettling. But that night, it felt like something crawled out of that darkness, something malevolent.

i remember lying in bed and looking out at the sky it was not the soft blue of night nor even a deep purple of twilight it was red an unnatural bloody red that made me feel very uncomfortable I tried to close my eyes, tried to force myself to sleep, but I couldn't take the feeling that something was watching. That's when I saw him.

A pale, moon-like, bald head slowly came into view from the bottom of the window. My breath caught in my throat, and I could not move. The man's eyes were aglow with yellow, unnaturally bright, like a cat's eyes reflecting light. Only there was no light. He grinned at me. a sinister smile that seemed to stretch too wide for his face, revealing yellowed teeth.

I tried to scream, but nothing came out. My throat felt tight, my body frozen. The man lifted a hand, fingers long and thin, with each ending in a jagged, claw-like fingernail. He began to tap on the window, the sound reverberating in the quiet room. Tap, tap, tap. It was almost as if he was attempting to hypnotize me, each tap drawing me deeper into fear.

All I could think about was David, sitting just a few desks away from me every day, smiling that empty smile while he planned to destroy my life. As I left the office that day, everything felt different. The people around me, the office I used to feel safe in, it all felt dark and threatening. I realized then that you could never really know the people around you.

His eyes did not leave mine and I felt doused by those glowing orbs paralyzed by the malice they held. Somewhere deep in me, I found the ability to scream. It tore out of me, raw and terrified, filling the small room. Everything after that is a blur. I remember Sarah waking up, pale with confusion and fear etched on her face.

I remember our mother bursting into the room, eyes wide with panic, as she pulled both of us into her arms. She kept asking what was wrong, but all I could do was point out the window. I had lost my voice to silent sobs. When my mother looked, there was no man. The window was empty, the dark woods swaying gently in the wind beyond.

She held us close and rocked us back and forth, telling us it was only a nightmare. But I knew better. I knew what I saw. Years later, I was telling this nightmare to my brother Mark and Sarah in a hotel room. I fully expected both of them to burst out laughing over my story, telling me it was just some silly imagination of a child. Instead, my brother looked at me, his face turning serious.

He told me it wasn't a nightmare, it was real. The blood in my veins seemed to turn to ice as he spoke, recounting details that I had long buried, things I had never known. The man wasn't a figment of my imagination. He was real. For weeks he had followed Sarah home, lurking in his rusted-out van, always keeping his distance but always watching.

That night, he had tried to break into her room first. Mark remembered waking up to Sarah's scream, our father running down the hall with an old baseball bat. The man had fled, but he wasn't done. He had come to my window next. It hit me like a punch to the gut. Whatever had haunted me all these years wasn't a nightmare. It was a memory.

A memory of glowing yellow eyes, a sinister grin, and tapping claws on the window pane. A memory of real danger lurking just beyond the glass. Nothing was ever the same after that night. The fear had clawed its way into the innards of our family, and it wouldn't release its grip.

My parents tried to put a good face on, but I could sense the tension in their eyes, the taut way they walked around the house, always listening. They installed additional locks on every door, nailed shut every window, but still, it didn't seem enough. That sense of security, one which I had always taken for granted, was gone, broken by the man with the glowing yellow eyes.

I would lie in bed every single night, and all my gaze would focus on that window now covered by heavy curtains. My heart would pound with the creak of the floorboards, the rustle of the leaves outside, and the distant howl of the wind. Every sound felt like a warning, a reminder that he could come back.

I would close my eyes and attempt to fall asleep, but all that I could see was his face, his grin, those eyes. I was always on the alert, waiting for those taps to start again. My sister, Sarah, did not say a word about it. She tried to act like nothing had happened, but I have also seen fear there. She would not go near the windows.

She would not play outside unless our parents were watching her. She clung to our mother in a way she never had before, and it broke my heart to see it. The carefree innocence we once knew was gone, replaced with an ever-present gnawing fear. My older brother Mark tried to be the strong one. He was the one who told us that everything was okay, that the man would not come back.

Sometimes the real monsters are the ones who hide in plain sight. It was hard to go back to work after that day. Everything about the office felt different. The light seemed dimmer, the air heavier, and the smiles from my coworkers seemed fake. I couldn't shake the feeling that someone else could be hiding something, just like David had. My stomach twisted in knots every time I walked in.

But he, too, was not spared the terror. I would catch him at night standing by the front door with the old baseball bat in his hands and his eyes scanning the darkness beyond the window. He slept little after that night, and so did I. Indeed, none of us did. Our father...

once so strong and unshakable seemed different too he was more cautious now more guarded he would check all the locks every night his eyes moving toward the windows toward the shadows outside he never spoke about what had happened not to us not even to mother Still, I could see the weight of it in his eyes, the unspoken fear that hovered over him like a dark cloud.

The police came that night, sweeping their flashlights through the darkness, searching the woods behind our house. They promised to patrol the area to keep an eye out, but it didn't bring any comfort. The man was gone by the time they arrived, vanished into the shadows of the forest.

and even though they never found him i knew he was still out there somewhere watching waiting the days passed turned into weeks but fear did not leave it crouched in every nook and cranny of our home in the dark bunks below the bed in the whispering of the wind outside the window

my mother tried to do all the usual things cooking our favorite dish humming our favorite tunes cracking jokes that would make us smile but there was a tautness in her smile a tightness in her voice that told me she was just as scared as the rest of us We never talked about that night again. It was as if the words would make it real all over again, bring him back.

But it was always there, just beneath the surface, a shadow following us wherever we went. And even now, all these years later, I can still see his face. I can still hear the tapping, and I still wonder if one day he'll come back. I thought I had buried that part of my life for good. Ethan was nothing more than a distant, unpleasant memory. A relic of my past that I had firmly locked away.

But that afternoon, as I stood in the kitchen, my phone buzzed with a text message that would drag everything back to the surface. It was just a simple, unfamiliar number and a question. Is this Emily? My instinct was to ignore it. I got plenty of spam messages, and this seemed no different.

but something in me hesitated maybe it was the formality of it maybe the odd curiosity but against my better judgment i replied yes who is this seconds later my phone buzzed again it's ethan how are you i felt the air rush out of my lungs and for a moment the kitchen spun around me my hand went cold trembling slightly as i held the phone ethan

the name alone brought back a tidal wave of memories the screaming fights the tears his dark angry eyes glaring down at me the nights i'd lain awake terrified of the next argument the next threat for a moment i considered not responding My gut told me to put the phone down, to block the number and forget this had ever happened. But I couldn't. I typed back, my fingers shaking. I'm fine.

I hope you're well too. It was polite, neutral, final. Everything I hoped would keep this encounter brief. What are you doing these days? Do you ever think about us? His response came quickly, almost too quickly, and the hair on my arms stood on end. I tried to keep my breathing even, but my heart hammered in my chest. I didn't want to talk about us. There wasn't even an us to speak of.

i kept my eyes down and stayed quiet avoiding eye contact as much as possible i just wanted to get through each day unnoticed i changed everything about my routine i started coming in at different times taking different routes home and i even parked in a different spot every day Mark was just as shaken as I was. He insisted on driving me to work some days, just to make sure I got there safely.

Just a twisted relationship that had left me bruised and broken, both physically and emotionally. I typed slowly, carefully. I'm married now, Ethan. I have a family. I think it's best if we don't communicate. There was a long pause.

my phone remained silent and i hoped prayed that this would be enough to put an end to it maybe he would see that i had moved on and leave me alone but then one final message appeared okay sorry i sighed relieved maybe this was it Maybe he had just wanted closure, a way to confirm that I had moved on. I placed my phone down on the counter, my hands still unsteady.

But the sense of relief was fleeting, replaced by a gnawing feeling in my stomach. A fear I couldn't quite shake. Days went by and the message faded into the background of my busy life. Work, taking care of my toddler, preparing for the new baby. But the gnawing feeling didn't disappear. It was as if a shadow had re-entered my life, lingering in the corners of my mind.

And then, the visit from Ethan's mother. She appeared at the office unannounced, her face gaunt, her eyes glassy. She asked after me, her voice soft, her smile brittle. We exchanged pleasantries, though I couldn't help but feel the unease return, growing stronger with every passing second. "'Did you hear about Ethan?' she asked, her eyes never quite meeting mine.

They put him in an institution for a while. I swallowed hard, a lump forming in my throat. "'I heard,' I replied." My voice barely above a whisper. I'm sorry to hear that. She leaned in closer, her eyes dark, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. He was killing animals. That's why they took him away. She paused, studying my reaction.

I could feel my skin crawl, my body instinctively recoiling from her words. I didn't know what to say, the room suddenly feeling too small, the walls closing in around me. She went on almost casually. You know, you were always his favorite. He still talks about you, wonders what could have been. Would you ever be open to talking to him? I forced a smile, my heart pounding in my ears.

I'm married now. I don't think that's a good idea. My voice cracked slightly, but I forced myself to stay composed, to get out of there as quickly as possible. It was nice seeing you, but I really have to get back to work. I turned and walked away, feeling her eyes on me the entire time.

As soon as I was out of sight, I ducked into the back room, breathing heavily, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. This wasn't supposed to be happening. I had moved on. I had built a life, a family. And yet, the past was clawing its way back, trying to drag me under once again."

After Ethan's mother left the office that day, the gnawing fear that had settled into my chest refused to loosen its grip. It was as if I could feel Ethan's presence again, that same dark energy hovering around the edges of my life, threatening to break through the fragile barrier I had built to keep him out.

i told myself i was being paranoid that the past was exactly where i had left it behind me but the nagging feeling that he wasn't done that he was somehow closer than i wanted to believe remained it was a wednesday night when the first strange noise came michael was working late and i was home alone with our son tommy i had just finished putting him to bed the house quiet save for the occasional creak of the floorboard settling

i was washing dishes in the kitchen when i heard it-a faint tapping sound almost rhythmic i paused listening my heart skipping a beat the noise came again tapping against the window above the sink i forced myself to glance up trying to make out anything beyond the dark glass but all I saw was my own reflection staring back at me, wide-eyed and tense. It could have been a branch.

I could tell he was scared too, even if he tried to put on a brave face. Every night we double-checked the locks on our doors and windows. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night, convinced I heard a noise, and I'd lie there in the dark, listening until my heart stopped racing. The nightmares started soon after. I would dream about David, his eyes cold, his smile empty.

It could have been anything. I convinced myself of that, taking a shaky breath and turning away, but the anxiety had already planted itself, a pit of dread slowly blooming in my stomach. I left the dishes in the sink and went to check the locks on the front door and then the back. Everything was secure. I told myself I was safe. But that night, sleep did not come easy.

I kept waking up certain I had heard something. A rustle. A creak. Each time I lay still in bed, straining to hear anything else, my eyes fixed on the shadows playing across the ceiling. Michael came home, and I pretended to be asleep. too afraid to speak and betray the fear that was choking me.

It felt childish to be this scared, scared of a ghost from my past, scared of something that wasn't even there. The next morning, I went about my routine as usual, but I couldn't shake the exhaustion, the unease. I went to work, trying to focus, but my eyes kept drifting towards the front door of the office, expecting, dreading to see Ethan's mother standing there again or worse, Ethan himself.

I felt like a hunted animal, constantly glancing over my shoulder, heart racing at every small noise. Two days later, the blocked calls started. The first one came just after midnight. I had been dozing on the couch waiting for Michael to come home when the phone buzzed, the sound startling me awake. I fumbled for it, blinking at the screen. No caller ID.

i hesitated then answered my voice groggy hello silence a thick oppressive silence that seemed to fill the room i could hear the faintest noise on the other end breathing slow and deliberate my heart thudded in my chest Hello? I said again, louder this time, trying to sound confident. Nothing. I hung up, my hands trembling. The calls kept coming. The next night. Then the night after.

Always around the same time. Always the same silence. I stopped answering, but the ringing itself was enough to unsettle me, enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I knew it was him. I couldn't prove it, but I knew. One night, as I was driving home from work, I felt it. The unmistakable sensation of being watched.

I glanced in the rearview mirror, and there, just barely visible in the fading light, was a car following me. my stomach twisted and i forced myself to take a deep breath to stay calm maybe it was nothing maybe it was just a coincidence but when i turned onto my street the car turned too hanging back just far enough that it was almost out of sight

i pulled into the driveway my fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly they ached the car kept going slowly passing by and i caught a glimpse of the driver a silhouette dark and unfamiliar i rushed inside locking the door behind me my heart pounding in my ears I peeked out through the curtains, watching the car disappear down the street.

I knew I couldn't keep pretending everything was fine. I couldn't keep pretending that Ethan wasn't a threat, that he wasn't out there, waiting, watching. I picked up my phone and called Michael, my voice breaking as I told him everything. The messages, the visit from Ethan's mother, the calls, the car. He was silent for a moment, then he promised me we'd take action.

We'd go to the police, we'd install cameras, whatever it took to make me feel safe again. But as I hung up the phone, a chill ran through me. I couldn't shake the feeling that it was already too late, that Ethan had already wormed his way back into my life, and that no matter what I did, he wasn't going to let me go.

I worked the late shift at the supermarket, clocking in at 5, and leaving usually around midnight. It wasn't exactly a glamorous job, but that was a means to pay the bills, and during the pandemic, steady work was a blessing. So most days, I kept my head down, ran through my duties, and tried not to get entangled with the frustrations of the customers.

In my dreams he was always watching me, waiting just out of sight. I would wake up drenched in sweat, the terror still gripping me even after I realized it was just a dream. Mark would hold me, telling me I was safe, but it was hard to believe him. I knew how close I had come to losing everything. Even at work, David haunted me. His empty desk was a constant reminder of what had happened.

The tedium of the cycle of greetings, complaints, and sighs all blended together until I literally felt like I was sleepwalking through it all. And then came Chris. He was the new guy, fresh to the store and wanting to learn. He was wearing a mask, which wasn't surprising since it was 2021, but there was something too cautious about him.

The mask tightened over his face, his eyes watchful, sizing everything up. I had to train him, and at first everything seemed normal enough. I went over the basics, restocking shelves, helping customers, fixing self-checkout errors.

chris listened nodding to each word his eyes never quite meeting mine it was during one of our quieter shifts late in the evening that chris's questions started getting a bit too personal he asked me if i had any hobbies i told him a few things reading mostly a little cooking he nodded but didn't seem interested Instead, he pressed me about the outdoors. Did I enjoy camping, hiking, fishing?

I brushed that off, telling him I wasn't much of an outdoorsy type. He smiled behind his mask, and I swear, it looked like the kind of smile someone gives when they know something you don't. And then Chris started to get a bit too comfortable. He would come over to my side during the shift and ask more questions. About my family, if I had any siblings, if they still lived around here.

I answered with caution, not trying to reveal too much. My instincts told me to restrain myself. I brought up my aunt's place on the outskirts of town just to keep things lighthearted. Chris seemed to latch on to that. He kept circling back to it, bringing up the woods near her place, talking about exploring unmarked trails and getting lost in the forest. He used words like tracking and stalking.

and though he was supposedly talking about wildlife there was this strange edge to it a fascination that made my skin prickle one evening we were all alone in the self check-out section the store had quieted down the only sounds were the beeps of scanners and the rustle of plastic bags Chris sidled up next to me, his voice low and his questions sharper.

He asked how tall I was, how much I weighed. I laughed it off, asking if he was planning to take my measurements for a suit. He didn't laugh. Instead, his eyes lit up, really lit up, when he asked if I'd ever been to the old quarry on the other side of the woods. "'Nobody goes there anymore,' he whispered. "'You ought to come along with me. It'd be a real adventure.' A chill ran down my neck.

Something in the way he said it, like it wasn't an invitation so much as a statement. Or maybe it was the way his mask crinkled with a smile when he went on. Late at night, moving through the woods like shadows. It's just you in the darkness. That's when the real fun starts. I swallowed, fighting to keep my face neutral, but inside, unease slowly creeped up my throat.

I forced a smile and made some excuse about being busy before turning away. Chris did not leave. He lingered on for a moment longer, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to read my mind. Finally, he backed off, walking away without another word. That night, I felt as though I had narrowly escaped some great evil.

The way Chris spoke, the way his eyes bored into me, it wasn't just weird, it was predatory. I tried to tell myself I was overreacting, that he was just some guy being a little too intense about his hobbies. But deep down, I knew better. Something was off about Chris, and whatever he had planned out there in those dark woods, I wanted no part of it.

I avoided it, taking the long way around just so I wouldn't have to see it. But it wasn't just his desk, it was the way people looked at me. Some of my co-workers seemed curious, whispering when they thought I couldn't hear. Others seemed scared, as if just being near me made them uneasy. I couldn't blame them, I felt uneasy being near myself too. One day, a detective called me again.

After that late shift, Chris didn't come in for a few days. They said it was just a scheduling mix-up, something about the new hires not getting enough hours. But the relief I felt when I walked into the break room and saw his absence really caught me by surprise.

i knew something was off with him and that he was out of sight gave me a chance to breathe at least some one day on one of those shifts i was hanging out in the break room talking with a couple of co-workers i have no idea why i even mentioned it but all of a sudden there it was I told them about Chris, the weird questions, the quarry.

At first they laughed, thinking it was just kind of harmless creepiness. Then Jenny, who worked mornings, spoke up. She said Chris had been asking questions about me. If I lived around the place. If I normally worked late shifts. If I had somebody waiting for me at home. My stomach twisted at her words. The fear simmering in the back of my mind now felt like a cold stone pressing against my chest.

The next time I saw Chris, something was different. He wasn't asking questions anymore. He was suggesting. He wouldn't let the quarry go and kept on insisting that we had to go. He described it, going into great detail of how the moonlight filtered through the trees, the silence just before dawn, and how easy it was to disappear in those woods where nobody could find you.

He spoke of it like it was some sort of sacred thing, something meant to be seen. I could hear the edge in his voice, that thinly veiled hunger which made my skin crawl. I tried to deflect, to change the subject, but Chris wouldn't let it go. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. The real fun starts when everything is quiet, he said, his eyes fixed on mine.

When nobody knows you're out there. i forced a smile but inside my instincts were screaming at me to get away from him the fear finally became real tangible a low hum at the back of my mind i could hardly sleep and when i did i dreamt of dark woods and something moving just out of sight watching always watching I finally decided to report Chris to a supervisor.

I didn't care if it sounded paranoid. I told him everything, the questions, the quarry, the way he looked at me. My boss listened, head nodding, but I could see the doubt in his eyes. He said he was going to talk with Chris, that something was definitely going on. But before he got a chance to say anything, Chris vanished. He just stopped showing up for his shifts.

His phone went straight to voicemail, and nobody knew what happened to him. Some said he quit, others thought he got fired, but I could not get out of my head that he was still out there, somewhere. I found myself continuing to expect him, to turn a corner and find those watchful eyes staring back.

The image of the quarry waited in my mind, an echo of his whispered promise, the real fun starts when everything is quiet. It felt like a warning, a reminder of how things could have so easily gone another way. Even now, there are moments when I'm alone in the store late at night, and I catch myself glancing at the shadows, half expecting to see Chris there, waiting. The fear never really leaves.

It's always there, a constant reminder of how close I came to something dark and dangerous, something I never want to face again.

They told me that David had been denied bail and would stay in custody. I should have felt relief, but instead, I felt empty. Knowing he was behind bars didn't change the fact that he had once been close enough to hurt me. I still couldn't stop looking over my shoulder, expecting to see his face in every shadow. Mark and I tried to move on.

We tried to do normal things, watching movies, cooking dinner together, even just sitting on the porch and talking, but there was always something lurking between us. We didn't talk about it, but I knew he was just as scared as I was. We both knew how lucky we were that David had been caught before he could do anything worse. One evening, Mark suggested I see a therapist. At first, I resisted.

The scene felt like something out of a nightmare. The office, usually filled with the hum of computers and quiet chatter, was now filled with whispers and tense faces. I took a deep breath and walked over to one of the detectives. I had to know what was going on. I'm Emily, I said, my voice shaking. I work with David. What happened?

I didn't want to talk about what had happened. I wanted to forget it. But the nightmares weren't going away, and the fear was eating me alive. So I went. The therapist was kind. She listened as I told her everything. The arrest, the journal, the plans David had made. She didn't judge me or tell me I was overreacting. She just listened. And somehow, that helped.

it took time but slowly i started to feel a little stronger i began to trust myself again just a little i started to take small steps like walking to my car alone during the day without feeling terrified It wasn't much, but it was something. I knew I would never be the same as before, but maybe that was okay. I had learned that monsters could look just like regular people.

They could sit next to you every day, smile at you and still hide terrible secrets. Stay safe out there. It was just supposed to be a fun night. Mason and I needed a break from our routine, so we went to the drive-in theater. A perfect pick. Cheap tickets. A horror movie. Just us under the stars. We parked, sat back to watch a movie, and had no idea that the real horrors would come afterward.

It was after midnight that we finally pulled out of the drive-in. Mason lay half asleep beside me as I started the drive home. The freeway stretched off into the distance, dark and nearly empty. There was just the sound of the humming engine, and I felt that sort of calm you get in those quiet early morning hours. I glanced over at the sleeping Mason and couldn't help but smile to myself.

All was well, until it wasn't. i had been driving in the right lane when i saw a slow-moving black suv ahead of us i flipped on my blinker and moved over to pass it glancing in my mirrors there was nothing behind me or so i thought out of nowhere headlights appeared a dark blue pickup truck sped up right behind us closing the gap in a matter of seconds

The truck's high beams flashed on, and my mirrors were instantly awash in a blinding light. I winced, squinting into the glare. Did I cut them off by accident? I wondered, my heart starting to pound. I moved over into the right lane to let them pass, but instead of speeding by, the truck followed me. It was too close, way too close. The driver is flashing his brights over and over again.

I'm trying to keep my calm and think maybe I'm doing something wrong, but something doesn't feel right. Why wouldn't he just pass? There were three open lanes to the left of me, yet he just sat there on my tail, swerving every time I changed lanes. My hands began to shake on the wheel. I elbowed Mason, whispering, Mason, wake up. Something's wrong. He groaned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up.

I could sense his confusion turn into fear the moment he saw the truck through the rearview mirror. What's going on? He asked, his voice groggy. I don't know, I said, straining to keep my voice level. He won't stop following us. Can you call the police? Mason kept his eyes fixed on the truck, not speaking for a moment. The pickup still followed us, zigzagging from side to side, right on our tail.

My stomach twisted in fear. I could feel my heart beating faster as I hit the gas, the speedometer needle climbing higher. But no matter how fast I went, the truck kept up, the lights flashing in the mirror. It's like he wanted to push us off the road. Then I saw it coming up, an exit. It was an old highway I remembered from when I was younger.

The detective looked at me, his eyes filled with something that made my stomach turn, pity and fear. David's been arrested for something extremely serious, he said, not giving me any more details. The way he looked at me made me feel like there was something even worse he wasn't saying. They started questioning me about David. It felt like hours, and my anxiety grew with every question.

It wasn't part of our route, but I knew I had to do something, anything to lose him. I glanced over at Mason, watching the truck, his face pale. Without thinking, I reacted. I yanked the wheel to the right and the tires let out a screech as we hurtled toward the exit ramp. The truck's headlights slewed to the left, and for one brief moment, under the street lamp, I saw his face.

The face of the driver. He was glaring at us, his face distorted with rage. And then I saw something in his hand. Something metallic. A gun. I choked back a sob as the reality of the danger hit me like a punch to the gut. My heart was pounding as we flew down the deserted old highway. The truck hadn't followed us off the ramp. I didn't know why, and I didn't care.

All I wanted was to be far, far away from that man. I drove until I saw a gas station ahead, bright lights cutting through the empty lot. I pulled over, my whole body shaking.

mason put an arm around me as i began to cry the fear finally catching up to me we were safe for the time being but i knew i would never forget the look on that man's face or the glint of the gun aimed at us the night that started out so peacefully had turned into a nightmare one that would stay with me forever I was still shaking when Mason took over driving.

The lights at the gas station were too bright, almost harsh, against the dark of early morning. Mason pulled me into a hug before helping me into the passenger seat. I felt like my legs could barely hold me up and the moment I was seated, I leaned back and closed my eyes trying to catch my breath.

mason fired up the car and we pulled out of the gas station there was a heavy thick silence between us like neither of us knew what to say every once in a while mason would glance in the rearview mirror making sure that the blue pickup hadn't found us again I couldn't blame him.

My eyes were also going skittishly from shadow to shadow, half expecting those blinding headlights to appear out of nowhere. The road was quiet, too quiet. My heart still pounded, and the thought that the driver of that truck was probably still out there somewhere looking for us wouldn't leave me. The ride felt like it took forever.

I keep looking back, waiting for that moment when I'd see that truck again, waiting for those high beams to catch us. But they never did. When we finally pulled into our driveway, I let out a shaky breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Home. It was supposed to be a place where you felt safe, but I couldn't help feeling like the danger wasn't over.

Mason turned off the car, and for a long moment, we just sat there in the silence, the fear still wrapped around us like a thick blanket. Are you okay? Mason finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, but it was a lie. I wasn't okay. I didn't think I'd ever feel okay again. We both got out of the car, went inside, and locked the door behind us.

I felt my knees begin to shake again as I dropped down onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. Mason sat down next to me, his hand falling softly onto my back. We sat that way for a very long time, neither of us uttering a word. There wasn't anything to say. We both knew what had just happened, and we both knew just how close we had come to something unthinkable.

finally i took a deep breath and looked up at mason what do you think he wanted i asked my voice trembling mason hesitated then looked at me with a mixture of fear in his eyes something else i couldn't quite decipher he had a gun lisa he said softly He wasn't just trying to scare us, he wanted to hurt us.

They asked about David's behavior, if I noticed anything unusual. I told them everything, how David always seemed a little off, how his smile never quite reached his eyes, and how he would sometimes stare at me for just a bit too long. I even told them about the time I joked with my husband, Mark, that if anything ever happened to me, David would be the first person to suspect.

Maybe worse, the reality of it all crashed down on me, and I felt tears well up in my eyes once more. Mason pulled me close, and I let myself cry, the fear and the relief all swirling together into a confusing, overwhelming mess. I didn't know why that man had picked us, I didn't know what we had done, if anything, to set him off.

All I knew was that we were lucky to be alive, and I hoped with all my heart that I would never see that man or his truck again. I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the library, the chilly evening air biting against my skin. The campus had thinned out. Most students had either gone home or tucked themselves away in their dorms by now.

It had been a long day, and I was eager to get back to my apartment. The shortcut behind the library was the quickest route, and though it wasn't well lit, it would get me home faster. The narrow side street was almost claustrophobic in its darkness. A single streetlight flickered on and off, casting erratic, jagged shadows against the walls.

I walked briskly, my footsteps echoing against the brick buildings on either side of me. Something in the pit of my stomach stirred, a sense of unease that I tried to shake off.

it's just your imagination i told myself hugging my backpack tighter against my shoulders but the feeling lingered halfway down the street i saw movement from the corner of my eye a man stepping out from behind a dumpster he was tall his dark hair wild and tangled He had the kind of eyes that seemed to pin you down, piercing and unblinking.

And I'll tell. I'll tell everyone. I'll tell everyone to go to SundayCool.com to stop ordering today. And who's going to believe you? I can't keep living like this, Richard. I need something more. I need to leave.

Oh, what?

Diego, I thought you were... Richard, no!

What other choice did I have, Richard? You're lying to me. Hats, stickers, wristbands, all types of promotional items. From where? Sunday cool, whatever that means. I mean, what am I supposed to think? You're lying to me, Richard. Why? Why? I did it for me, okay? I did it for me. What?

Danny, what are your red eyes?

Your life, Richard? What about my life? I should have been a dancer. I could have seen the world. But yet, I'm stuck in an infinite cycle of heartache.

Andy said the other day, he's like, first my dad. Now Luke. And now this. I said, is this what it feels like to lose a father? Because I hate it.

Because this is really bad.

Quitting?

Ja, er hat gesagt, dass er 12 Millionen Zuschauer in den letzten sechs Monaten hat.

Speaking of outdoor boys. Don't say it. One of the OG outdoor boys. Osama Bin Laden.

Yeah. That's what they always called him, right? He was always hanging outside. Mr. Outdoor Boy. Yeah, that's true. Him and the boys always hanging outdoors. Spelunking. Climbing mountains, hiding in caves. We watched a documentary, a docuseries on Netflix. Okay, what was it called? Hunt for Osama Bin Laden. Cool. It was sick. It was really well done. Obviously one-sided.

No conspiracy involved in it.

What's his perspective? It was crazy though. The craziest part that I took away from it was when they found they weren't 100% sure, they were highly confident, but not 100% sure that Osama Bin Laden was in this house in Pakistan. And the only footage they got was an aerial footage of a satellite that und ihm zu gehen. Und sie haben es mit Fotos von vor 20 Jahren vergleichen.

Und er hatte einen kleinen Lampen. Und wir sind ziemlich sicher, dass das er ist. Das war es? Ja, und es gibt auch andere Sachen, wie das Haus. Es gab viele Sicherheitswände, Barbedecker.

Das ist verrückt. Es war ein großer Komponent. Und was sie gemacht haben, war, sie haben Team 6 gegründet. Und sie haben das Gebäude gebaut, um zu trainieren. Also haben sie die Außenseite gebaut. Das ist ein voller Modell. Voller Modell. Und sie haben die Übungen hundertmal durchgeführt.

Jeden Tag, ein paar Mal am Tag und dann gehen sie, weil sie nicht wussten, was der Innenseit der Gebäude aussieht. True. Also jedes Übungen, sie würden die Räume umdrehen.

And that's what happened. Oh my goodness! So they were even prepared for that. Dude.

Yeah, they didn't know until they were getting on the helicopter that it was a brand new Blackhawk, like top secret with new technology. And... This is awesome. I didn't even realize... how big of a threat it was to go get him because he was in Pakistan. So they had to fly across the border from Afghanistan to Pakistan in these Blackhawks, a 90-minute ride.

And Osama bin Laden's compound house that he was staying in was a mile and a half away from a Pakistan military base.

So they probably knew just what was happening. No army can go into another country unannounced without being shot down. They knew that. Und so waren wir alle so, als würden wir auf dieser Reise sterben. Aber sie haben es gemacht. Sie haben ihn getroffen. Das ganze Ding war verrückt. Er war auf der dritten Flur.

Der Kerl war da mit nur einem anderen Kerl, weil der Rest des Teams die Reste des Hauses abgelenkt hatte. Er hat ihn getroffen. So Pakistan is like, meh. Und so nehmen sie auf, sie fliegen, Feuerwerke schießen sie für 90 Minuten. Sobald sie über die Grenze fliegen, fliegen die Feuerwerke weg, weil sie nicht über die Grenze gehen können.

Weil es die Technologie hatte, dass man nicht von Radar erholt wird. Also sind sie able to fly low enough and be undetected. Glitter. Dude.

Es ist verrückt. Es hat mich überrascht, weil ich das Ergebnis weiß, aber ich dachte, oh mein Gott, oh mein Gott.

Oh ja, sie sahen ihn.

Conspiracy-Side. Ich denke, sie wussten, wo er war, seit einem sehr langen Zeitraum.

I'm telling you, he's huge. Danny Rordance. He would be kind of scary. Yeah. Es war verrückt, aber am Anfang sagten sie auch, dass sie über Al-Qaida und ihren Riss reden und so. Und sie haben die Sowjeten ausgeschlagen und dann sind sie zu mächtig geworden. Und es ist so, dass alle Leute in der CIA das erwähnen. Und es ist so, dass sie sagen, dass sie sie finanzieren.

Yeah. Speaking of Stark Industry, that dude that founded Oculus. Yeah. Yeah. Have you heard of his company? Yeah. Ja, wir haben es vielleicht schon erwähnt, aber er hat diese Firma gestartet. Es ist ziemlich genius, was er tut, aber auch wirklich schrecklich. Er sagt, ich bin müde, wir müssen als ein Land sehr vorangig sein im Militär und in der Waffenarbeit und so weiter.

Er hat seine eigenen Stark-Industrien geformt, im Grunde genommen. Und anstatt von den US-Geräten, die Geld für Boeing oder Lockheed Martin finanzieren, um ein Waffen zu bauen, baut er sie bereits und dann verkauft er sie. Seine Sachen sind also verrückt nach vorne. Und es sind auch alle AI-Sachen, die er gebaut hat. Er hat also Panzerjetten gebaut, die völlig autonom sind.

Wie lange hat er das gemacht? A couple years. The interesting thing about him... He was the one with the drone with the truck. Oh, that one.

They have to pay it because I'm the best. Aber was sie nicht sagen, ist, dass er auch in anderen Ländern verkauft wird. Und das ist die Militärindustrie. Was nennst du das?

He hasn't said he's gonna do that though, right? No, but that's pretty, I mean, Boeing, they all do it. That's why they have those conventions.

There has to be... There's a lot of people that... There has to be some sort of law or something if you build it in America. Maybe you can only sell it at allies. I don't know. Even with China, we buy and sell computer chips from China.

But he's genius because the fighter jet that he made, it's an AI fighter jet. There's no cockpit to it. It's totally autonomous. But it's built using commercialized parts. So like the engine is from a Boeing 747 commercial plane.

Bring the prices down and stuff like that.

Aber die ganze Geschichte, weil du weißt, du siehst den Film und es ist sehr dramatisch und so. Es war sehr dramatisch in der Realität. Wahrscheinlich viel schlimmer. Es war wirklich eine der schlimmsten Dinge jemals. Also ja, brech es runter.

Apollo 13, so they were supposed to go to a different part of the moon. And three guys took off.

Yeah. Okay. And a lot of people, the news before that, they're like, why did you choose Apollo 13? Like, because the whole, everyone's superstitious. Like, you shouldn't have chose 13. And they're like, we don't believe in superstition. Sure enough, they take off at 1313. Oh, no. What? No way. They took off. The liftoff was at 13.13. And they're on their way.

And the capsule that they were in, they just heard this big boom. And the side panel of their thing that they were staying in, to get them basically back to Earth, the oxygen tank blew. On April 13th.

So they had to go to the moon lander part. So that was attached as their lifeboat. But that only had enough oxygen for two people, not three. So basically they had to turn off all the power and they're floating towards the moon. Just coasting.

Und sie sagen, der einzige Weg, den wir zurückbekommen können, ist, während wir um den Mond gehen, benutzen wir den Monds Gravitationspool und dann, am richtigen Moment, schalten wir den Booster vom Mondlander an, den sie noch nie gemacht haben. Sie haben noch nie diesen Szenario gemacht. Ja.

und hoffentlich ist es genug, um uns zu dem richtigen Punkt zu bringen, wo wir zurück auf die Erde kommen. Sie haben es gemacht, sind auf dem Weg und sie waren zwei oder drei Tage weg und sie waren zwei Grad weg und sie sagten, dass sie zwei Grad, wenn sie diesen Weg weitergehen würden, hätten sie einfach die Atmosphäre verlassen und einfach in den tiefen Raum gegangen. Just floating forever.

So what they had to do was autopilot was down because they had very limited electricity. So they had to switch it on and the dude had to look through the window. There's a cross here in the window, had to line up with earth, hit the booster and keep it in line for like two or three minutes. I think it's three minutes. So we just had to roll.

And if you would have missed, they would have been gone forever. And they did it. And he nailed it. But then when they're coming back, they detach from that one part and they looked and they saw how big the damage was. And they're in their capsule with the heat shield now to come back to Earth. And they're like, that part was attached to the heat shield.

We have no idea if the heat shield is damaged. So everyone's like, there's nothing else we can do. We'll just find out when you enter the atmosphere. Yeah.

Hopefully it'd be real quick. You would hope. Oh man. So the comms go off because they're coming into the atmosphere. The comms usually go off for like a minute, minute, 15 seconds. They're offline for like two minutes plus. And everyone's like Everyone in the whole world, even like the Pope and stuff, they're all listening.

The whole world was tracking it. Wow. And like two minutes or three minutes pop up and he's like, hey, yeah, we're good.

That's crazy. That's awesome. But they said for those three or four days on their way back from Earth with no power, there's no heater, so the temperature inside was 38 degrees. And they had no blankets, nothing. And so they had to sit in 38 degree weather for four days. In the pretty much pitch black, too. Had to be hypothermic, though, right? You would think.

Das ist so eine lustige Geschichte. Ich weiß, ich bin wirklich in den Dokumentarien.

Ich meine, ich erinnere mich nicht so sehr an Zero Dark Thirty.

The part with the CAA, the lady finding it, they didn't mention a single lady finding it. They just mentioned a group effort of finding where she lived.

Ja. Der trank, obese Mann. Ich will einfach nicht mehr gehen, denke ich. Ich denke, das ist einer der Dinge, sobald du es machst, bist du so, warum muss ich es wieder machen?

It's terrible what happened there. Okay, you should not have... Just bring an attention to it. Ow, it's stuck in my face!

Have you seen the process for building the stage for a sumo wrestling event? No. Is it cool? Amazing.

Yeah, it's close. So basically, they truck in truckloads of clay. Oh. Like dirt. Really? And they spend days precisely compacting it with all like wooden hammers and stuff. Just that they build this platform, they carve it out. It's so precise. But it's just a crew of Japanese dudes just pounding this clay. Yeah. And then they have the event and then they dismantle it all.

Ja. Wir müssen das in unserem Hintergrund machen.

They're so meticulous with the stuff that they do. They have some of the best woodworking in the world. I would love to go see one of those temples or whatever, just to look at the intricacies.

They should. And they should also go to sundaycoolswag.com to get our new merch.

Oh, das ist ziemlich cool. Zwei Jahre. Zwei Jahre. Ja. Ich habe es noch nicht. Ich auch nicht.

Which we're going to be talking about in the ad.

Oh, it's not plugged in over there.

Absolut. Weil sie die Nazis kämpfen. Russland? Ja, sie hassen einander.

They're like the axis of power or evil. Oh, okay.

Looked at me when you said Japan. Because you're Japan. You're Japan. Puerto Rico. Hawaii. Hawaii.

So you take away the torture by eating more grapes?

Should be a hundred grapes and one of them is poisoned. A thousand grapes, no one can do that.

No. You'd die. In one sitting? No, I don't think so.

It should just be a question of how many grapes do you think you can eat?

It's a dumb question. Just kidding, it's not. I guess I'm just trying to figure out... I just eat till they're happy. I think I could realistically eat 100 grapes.

Let's talk conspiracy, bro. You know the dudes that actually do that?

Yeah, dude, it's crazy.

You have to do... Can you throw up and keep eating? Yeah. Alright, I'll do 999.

Alright, hit us with that beat.

Andrew's got it real and he's gonna show us right now.

Oh, what the hell?

No, it's just a blister.

You know, ultra marathon runners, they lactate from their toes. That's how daddies feed their children.

Nasty. Do not recommend. Hey, speaking of nasty, you guys want to hear about this cult from the 19th century? Yeah. From Florida.

A Florida cult. I didn't read all of it because I was like... Is it big? Okay, never mind. I'm getting ahead. The Croatian Unity. Croatian. It's Koresh.

Das ist David Grush.

Was machen wir? Ich bin so verloren.

Ja, ich weiß nicht, wer das ist. Waco.

Let's start from the very beginning. Koresh? The Koreshian Unity. What is that? Okay, so this dude Cyrus Teed. He was from Chicago, I believe. Pope. Um, but he was this inventor dude. I don't know how successful he was or how good he was at stuff, but he loved making inventions and messing with electricity. And this was in the, uh, late 1800s or mid 1800s.

Joey Swole, beat him up.

And he was electrocuted really bad one time by one of his inventions. And when this happened, he said that he had a vision, uh, Und in dieser Vision kam Gott zu ihm, aber Gott war eine Frau und ein Mann, aber primär Frau. Und er hat ihm gesagt, wie er sein Leben leben sollte, was er tun sollte, dass er der neue Messias war und dass die Erde hallo war und dass wir in einer halloen Erde leben.

Und dann wuchs er auf, begann seinen Bewegung. Er wollte Koresh nennen, das ist Hebräisch für Cyrus. Und er glaubte, dass er der siebte messianische Figur auf der Erde war. Aber ja, sie haben das genannt, es heißt Cellular Cosmology, also die Hollow Earth Theorie. So, I mean, like, flat earthing? Totally. These flat earthers would have absolutely joined this cult. Yeah.

this up for sure but in 1894 he moved to Estero Florida which is not super far from here and he basically just started building this compound with primarily women and he had this lady join him and so he represented the sun in this cult this lady that joined him represented the moon and then they appointed seven females that represented the planets as the leaders of the compound and

Props. Duck off the water's back. What? Oh, we have fun. A great time. Hey, guess what we got? What?

Es war also ein sehr Frauen-Förder-Kult. Aber ihre Glauben waren, dass er der Messias war, dass jeder Zölibat trainieren muss und dass man Zölibat sein soll, würde man im Grunde die Eternität verdienen. Und es war einfach super bizarr, aber sie waren unglaublich nicht hübsch.

Ich meine, sie waren natürlich hübsch, aber sie waren sehr verheiratet und wirklich geliebt und respektiert in der Gemeinschaft.

Yeah, but like in their little town in Estero, Florida, they built a printing press, general store, concrete works, sawmill, boat works. They built a theater for people all around to come visit. And they built one of the first power plants in this part of Florida.

See Colts, this is how you do it. Come on. What I thought was interesting was that Henry Ford and Thomas Edison, they had like their summer homes in Florida, like 15 minutes away from Estero. And apparently Henry Ford and Thomas Edison would go and visit with this cult quite often.

Dang. Aber ja, dieser Junge, lass mich dir diese Bildung ansehen. Das ist eigentlich eine ziemlich tolle Bildung. Aber er dachte, dass Estero, Florida, das neue Jerusalem sein wird. Also das ist, wo das neue Königreich des Himmels auf der Erde ist, das in Estero, Florida errichtet wird. So what happened to it then? If it's supposed to be this big... I'll tell you. Oh no.

Just look at this picture first. This is him. He caught a tarpon. No way. Golly. That's him? Yeah. That's pretty cool. And then this picture.

This is a picture of his drawing of the new Jerusalem that they're going to build. Aber anscheinend... Wowza. Ja, also, sie haben all diese Sachen gebaut und sie hatten ungefähr 200 oder so Menschen. Aber sein Ziel war es, dieses neue Jerusalem zu bauen und es zu haben, dass es mindestens 10 Millionen Menschen besitzt. So pretty high standards there, whatever.

But he ended up getting beat up by the local marshal there and dying. And his followers went and laid him in the bathtub, like not with bathwater in it, but just like laid him there because they said he will rise from the dead in three days because that's what he told us. Oh, jeez. And they left him in there for way too long and he never came back.

But the cult, it continued up until about the 60s. Really? Yeah. And then the last member of the cult died, I think, in 1982. Gosh. So it lasted almost 100 years. Yeah. What does that city look like, though? You can still go visit the ruins and stuff. No way. Yeah. We should go. We gotta check that out. Where is it? Estero, Florida.

It's by Fort Myers.

I thought that was fascinating, because I've never, ever heard of this cult. Never.

I know.

Dude, that's all symbols, man.

That was insane. Speaking of crop circles though, did you hear about the crop circles popping up in the UK? No.

The first crop circles they said of 2025. Let's go. Three of them in the UK.

Das ist verrückt, Alter. Ja, also das sind vier Kräuterzirkel. Der eine, also der letzte, den ich dir gerade gesendet habe. Hast du noch vier von ihnen? Ja. Ja. Also der letzte, den ich dir gerade gesendet habe, das war aus 2024, aber es war in der gleichen Stadt wie das dritte Bild, das in Wimborne, Dorset, UK ist. Ähm, es war der erste reportierte Kropfzirkel der 2025-Saison.

Er wurde nahe Wimborn Minister in Dorset gefunden. Die Formation bezieht sich auf ein einfaches Design mit einem zentralen Zirkel und einem oberen Ring, der ungefähr 120 Meter in Diameter ist. Ähm, und dann der eine über dem, der mit all den seltsamen Zirkeln ist. Das war in Kullefjord, Trebarrow, Dorset. Sie sind also in der gleichen Region. Das macht dich ein bisschen denken.

War das ein Hux oder was? Aber dann das erste, das ich dir gesendet habe. Das ist in Sutton, Vinnie, Wiltshire. Sutton, Vinnie, Wiltshire. Sonny? Sutton. But this formation discovered near the gallops in Sutton Vinny features the intricate Celtic knot design with a square center spanning approximately 75 meters in diameter.

The design's complexity has sparked various interpretations among researchers. Drone footage showcasing the formation details has been shared on social media platforms.

Aber anscheinend, das, ich meine, das, das eine, das Celtic Not one. Ja, das ist der verrücktste, der ich habe.

Aber anscheinend, viele dieser Farmer, dass es auf ihrem Land passiert, sie sind wie, wir wollen nicht, dass Sie kommen, schauen Sie es an, wie Besucher nicht willkommen sind.

Weil sie, ich denke, sie sind überrascht darüber. Ich meine, sie sind überrascht darüber. Ja. Und sie sind einfach so, ich will nicht, ich weiß nicht, wie es hier kam, aber ich will niemanden anderen auf meinem Land gehen und meine Kräfte zerstören.

I know, I want to see interviews with the farmers.

That's crazy.

Please. I think it happens primarily in wheat fields.

Yeah. I'm not a farmer. And then pumping radiation into each individual one that's laying down.

Well, I mean, the Celtic knot goes back thousands and thousands of years. It's like on cave drawings and stuff like that.

Ja, was nennen sie das? Like Devils Circle oder so etwas?

What?

I said, will you take 44? He said, sure.

It makes you wonder, like, well, why would they approach kids about this stuff? Well, yeah. But then it's like, well, probably because they're the future.

They're going to be the ones that.

At an auction. You lied. You said $200 earlier. I do that, too. It's okay. Anyways, do you want a song?

That's so strange. That's not a coincidence. It can't be. Four dudes, same name, same place.

Also es ist wie die 10-Fehren-Skippung. Das war das, was ich erwischt habe. Das wäre das Schrecklichste.

Fun story. Fun, fun.

Was? Was? Was?

Was?

Wow.

And so they took a... Where he's just completely gaslighting them. Like, why would I do that?

Oh, that makes me happy. It looks like that UFO we talked about that landed in Ohio, the acorn-shaped one. Oh, yeah. Wow, das ist verrückt. Das ist so cool. Ich liebe den Vibe.

That is so cool.

In naming. We come in peace, I promise you.

To prison. Oh, um, there's a documentary. It may have come out already, but it's, uh, by Bob Lazar. Yeah. And it's all about, cause he made a model of the UFO that he worked on, on Area 51. Cool. And so they do like a full size replica and stuff of it. And it looks like the most crazy thing ever. Really? The way he describes the inside is insane. It looks like it's all just melted together.

Like there's no seams, there's no rivets, there's nothing.

Es sieht aus wie Space Mountain. Für den meisten Teil, aber es ist auch die Bildung und das Umfeld, in dem du sagst, du projektierst.

Do it with more energy. And this.

I didn't research it too much, but there is one part of it that I thought was actually super crazy. You ever heard of the dude named Walter Russell? No. All right. I don't think so. I just want to preface beforehand.

He had a lot of respect for Christianity, but he was more like a universalist kind of guy. Yeah. But he was just like an artist dude. And then apparently in 1926, he had a 39-day period of cosmic illumination. So basically he said for 39 days straight he was basically in like a trance to where he was learning everything about the universe.

Like there was this being that came to him and was teaching him everything about the universe.

He has no formal scientific education, but he proposed that, where is it? Well, I'll just say what he experienced. So he said in this 39 days, he had direct union with the, he said, quote, universal consciousness, right? oder Gott.

Und der Zustand der totalen Erleuchtung, wo Zeit, Raum und Materie-Welt verschlüsselt wurden, ein Download von universalen Rechten, including the nature of atoms, energy, light and creation, the realization that the universe is spiritual, rhythmic process of light and mind, not random material chaos.

Und er glaubte, dass die Welt, oder was dieses Ding ihm gesagt hat, dass alles tatsächlich aus Licht hergestellt ist und es nicht physisch ist. Wie unser Leben, das wir gerade erleben, ist nur eine Projektion dieser universalen Bewusstsein. Also leben wir im Inneren der Bewusstsein dieses Gottes. Ja.

Und, aber er hatte, wie er literally, wie er schrieb, wie Mathematikformen und so, um diese advanced Science zu beweisen. Aber dieser Junge hatte keinen wissenschaftlichen Hintergrund. Er war wie, das ist nur, was sie mir gezeigt haben. Aber er war völlig reguliert, offensichtlich, denn es ist die 1900er, die ersten 1900er. Und, wo ist die Partie? Ja.

He said that humanity needed to live in alignment with the universal law and divine order or it would suffer chaos, war and collapse. He was ignored and dismissed by everyone in mainstream science. But this is where it gets weird. So he proposed this whole new scientific theory of how the world is and what makes up everything. Everyone's like, you're a kook, you're crazy.

Er kam zu ihm und sagte, das ist ein Quote von Nikola Tesla, er sagte, behalte deine Ideen geheim, bis du Beweise hast. Wow. Er sagte, du solltest sie in einem Safe für 1.000 Jahre locken.

Well, yeah, I mean, it's just like, could it not be, could he not have, what we've talked about before, shown glimpses of truth, but with falsehood involved in it, you know? Yeah, like a deception. Yeah, like a deception. And, because Nikola Tesla, he was into, he was harnessing some knowledge that he talked about getting from an entity as well, you know? Like, and he was like,

Free power for everyone. This is the way you can do it. Shut down. The FBI stole all his documents after he died. Big time. And so when he approached him, he's like, don't talk about this anymore until you can prove it. Lock it away for a thousand years and then it'll probably be proven.

I thought it was weird how Henry Ford and Edison how they were talking to this dude in that cult. I don't know. It's weird how these dudes that are high up that have hat so viel Einfluss darauf, wo Amerika heute ist, wie sie sich mit den Rockefellern und Rothschildern und Vanderbilts verbunden haben. Es ist einfach so seltsam für mich.

Aber sie rufen sich in diesen Geschichten von diesen wirklich seltsamen Menschen auf. Aber sie bekommen Erinnerungen von einem Wesen oder einer Entität oder einem Gott. Aber sie sagen immer, was hast du gesehen? Erzähl mir mehr darüber. Ja.

Aber Thomas Edison, ich habe keine Forschung darüber gemacht, aber nachdem er zurückgekehrt ist in Florida, nachdem er mit Koresh gesprochen hat, ging er zurück und versuchte, was er einen spirituellen Telefon genannt hat. So he tried to create a device to where he could communicate with the dead using technology. Und er sagt, ja, es gibt Seances, es gibt Psychiker und so weiter.

Er sagt, aber ich versuche tatsächlich, eine Erfindung zu erschaffen, die er nennt den spirituellen Telefon. Ich denke, es heißt den spirituellen Telefon oder Spiritphone. Ja, wo man physisch es aufnehmen und sprechen kann, weil er glaubte, dass ihre Energie noch alle um uns herum war und dass man es mit Frequenzen und so weiter tappen kann.

Yeah, it's crazy how good it is.

It's so quick. Did you hear Tucker Carlson talking to Sean Ryan about the Neuralink? No. He's like, Sean Ryan's like, do you know why they're trying to push the Neuralink so much to people? Und Tucker ist so, ich weiß. Er sagt, ich habe mit Leuten gesprochen, die auf der Innenseite sind. Und sie sagten, dass AI nicht mehr in unserer Kontrolle ist.

Es wächst einfach zu einer Rente, wo es später oder später die Macht auslöst, die jeden Menschen auf der Erde auslöst. Und der Ziel ist es, Neuralink zu haben, wo wir tatsächlich eine Kampfchance gegen AI haben würden. So if you don't get it.

Ja. Das war schnell. Das war gut. Das war schnell. Ich weiß genau, wir können das für Patreon retten.

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Yes. Thank you. She didn't take your instruction though. No, no. She rarely does. I'm scared of her.

Don't spoil it. Yeah, don't spoil it. That's our spot.

But you know what's also crazy? What? This question. I don't want to be quiet. Amazing. Diese Frage ist eine Frage, die tatsächlich von einem Zuschauer gestellt wurde. Wahrscheinlich. In Person. In Person. Sie sagten, können Sie bitte diese Frage stellen, weil diese Frage nicht nur meine Familie, aber auch meine Familienfamilien und die Freunde meiner Familien verursacht hat.

Tatsächlich wirklich die ganze Welt.

Und ich habe gesagt, ich werde das tun. Levi. Mein Name ist Levi. Danke, Levi. Also, heutes Frage, Lil. Er hat gesagt, spezifisch, frag Lil. Er hat es gemacht. Heutes Frage, von Levi. Sollten wir verletzten? Verletzten Tiere? Sollten wir verletzten? Verletzten Tiere? Will.

He knew you were going to say that. That's such a bummer. I know. He knew you were going to say that. I thought there was hope.

Look in that camera. Look it right in Levi's eyes.

Wir machen eine kulinarische Reise.

What was that for again? It was for a pre-busy season party. Yeah, a busy Christmas party.

Throw it. Oh, gosh. Don't you dare.

Oh guys, we got some sad news. What?

Outdoor boys.

All right.

Okay.

Very good.

What on earth is that? This is a bear, infected with tapeworms. Tapeworms are parasitic worms that live inside the host's intestines, feeding off of their nutrients. Bears particularly, because they often get infected by eating raw meat or fish that carry tapeworm larvae. Once inside, they'll be growing to adult tapeworms. Over 60% of brown bears have tapeworm eggs in their feces.

These parasites can infect most mammals, including humans.

Oh, you were third grade.

That's crazy.

Dude, I'm all about that.

Well played. Anatomy.

There is a leech. In my eyeball. Oh, no.

Oh.

Oh, my.

And they're just like, ah, I'm like, let's talk about it.

Is that really what my voice sounds like? Because it's like a child.

Very cool, very nice. Very cool, very nice. What's that guy doing? Hello, Chicken Nugget.

Try like two or three weeks.

Oh, I didn't text Nicole on her birthday.

Bad friend. We deserve that.

What's that guy doing these days?

I bet.

Ooh.

This sounds not good.

And where was that bomb dropped again? Where was it?

By Israel?

I'm confused. What is Israel's involvement in what's happening in Syria? Has the Palestinian thing... They're trying to reclaim more territory.

They're trying to reclaim. I'm going in first. Territory. Yet they're calling what's happening in Palestine a retaliation. We'll just not get into it. Okay.

This is my new favorite outfit.

Okay.

60 something.