Get Home Before the Sun Sets
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What does the host say about the podcast and how can listeners support it?
G'day mates, it's Beebuster here, and before the episode begins, I would just like to let you know that Be Scared, which is produced along with Studio 71, features scary stories from around the globe on a weekly basis that aim to fuel your nightmares with a smile. And if you enjoy the podcast, it would be great if you could hit that subscribe button and drop a review. Thanks for listening guys, and without further ado, let's begin.
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grew up in a part of the northern wilderness where the phrase isolated doesn't even begin to describe it. Our cabin? It was surrounded by miles and miles of dense pine forest, steep ridgelines, rocky creek beds, and old logging trails that gradually disappeared into the wilderness as it ate them. There were other families scattered throughout the region, but you could genuinely go days without seeing anyone. There were no convenience stores down the road, no gas station around the corner and certainly no cell service. If we needed supplies, there was one place that we could go. Several miles from our property, down an old gravel logging road, there was a small timber outpost. It wasn't much more than a weather-beaten building with a fuel shed, a general supply room and a handful of shelves containing things that people living out there just couldn't really easily produce themselves.
My family had been using it for years at this point, and I knew that road almost as well as I knew the trails around our property. I must have been around 12 when this happened. It had been late in the year although I cannot remember the exact month. The days were already becoming noticeably shorter though and once the sun dropped behind the surrounding ridges the temperatures fell quickly. That afternoon my mother discovered that we were almost completely out of kerosene. We also needed flour, salt, dried beans and a few other basic supplies. Normally, my father would have made that trip, but unfortunately, our truck was sitting behind the cabin with a cracked axle, and he hadn't managed to get the replacement part yet.
So my mother looked toward me. Then she looked outside. The sun was already beginning its descent. You'll have to take the bike and be quick, okay? I remember immediately knowing what she meant. The mountain bike was old, but it was pretty reliable. I had actually ridden it along the logging roads countless times. She packed the supplies list into a canvas rucksack and added enough money to cover everything, and then she looked me directly in the eyes... "'Don't stop anywhere, okay?' I laughed because I thought that she was joking, but she wasn't. "'Get there, get what we need, and just come straight home, okay?' Then she pointed toward the western ridge. "'And don't let yourself get caught out after the sun disappears.'
How did growing up in an isolated northern wilderness shape the narrator’s life?
I remember looking at the sky and thinking that I had plenty of time. I didn't. The road to the outpost was completely normal, and for the first several miles I barely thought about anything other than getting there and just getting back as quickly as I could. As I said earlier, the road was very familiar to me, and I knew exactly where the worst potholes were. I passed the same creek crossing, the same enormous dead pine leaning over the road, and the same stretch where the trees grew so tightly together that the road looked like a bit of a tunnel. Nothing felt unusual. The outpost itself was quiet when I arrived. The clerk weighed out the dry goods while I waited near the counter. I remember making some small talk with him in fact, although I don't remember what we talked about exactly.
What I do remember though was looking through the window at one point and realising how much darker it had become all of a sudden. The sky had gone from pale blue to quite orange now. Then orange became purple. The clerk noticed me looking outside. ''You better get moving, son.'' I nodded. He helped me secure the rucksack quickly and I thanked him before heading outside. The moment, though, that I stepped away from that building, I felt a strange sense of urgency.
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Chapters
4 chapters
1
What does the host say about the podcast and how can listeners support it?
0:00–3:11
2
How did growing up in an isolated northern wilderness shape the narrator’s life?
3:11–14:36
3
Why did the narrator’s mother send him on a bike trip for supplies and what warnings did she give?
14:36–27:18
4
What strange darkness did the narrator see following him after the sun set?
27:18–37:05