I Found Evidence of a Secret American Ritual. No One Will Talk About It... | Part 2
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What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
Let's just say it's not for the faint of heart. Be sure to search for the SCP experience wherever you get your podcasts. For a week afterwards, since I got the package, I spent any free time I had attempting to post my newfound evidence online, somewhere, anywhere, to confirm that what I had received was real and not part of some insane prank someone was pulling on me.
What evidence did the narrator find about the secret ritual?
I uploaded footage of the tape, as grainy as it was, to any video hosting site I could find. I must have made a dozen or so accounts for sites I've never even used in my life just to post the Polaroids. and everyone, quite literally every single one, was flagged for various offenses. Inappropriate or violent content, shocking imagery, you name it. I was even banned from a few sites without being given any discernible reason. I was sitting on the couch on my laptop, dealing with tech support from one of these sites, when I got the phone call. It was my mother, and she sounded hysterical. She just kept telling me to come over immediately, that they needed to tell me something important. On the call, it sounded like my father was on a phone call with someone else, but it was too muffled to hear what he was saying.
Of course, I assumed that something terrible had happened. Another one of our loved ones might have died, or I would learn that one of my parents had just been diagnosed with something. I only thought these things on account of how panicked and upset my mother sounded. When I got to the house, I found my parents sitting in the living room. My father was on his recliner and my mother was on the couch. From what it looked like, they had both been talking before I came into the room. Beside my mother was a pile of used tissues, one of which she was wiping her eyes with, while my father sat stoically with his hands clenched on his lap. The only other time I had ever seen them act like this was when I came home from school when I was 10 and I learned my grandmother had died.
Mom? Dad? What's wrong? Did something happen? No, no, everything's... My mother tried her best to sound reassuring, but I could hear her voice quiver as she spoke. Everything's fine. We just needed to talk to you. Talk to me about what? My father spoke next. He never looked up from his lap. We've heard you've been asking questions about what you found in Uncle Joey's attic. For a split second, I wondered what they were talking about. The idea that they were this upset about America Needs You, whatever that was, didn't even cross my mind at first. Is this about that charity thing? I asked. How do you two even know about it? Because we've been getting calls. my mother said, her voice muffling a choking sob. She said it with such stifled emotion that at the time, I was more concerned about her than what she had just said.
Look, Al, we just need to talk to you about this. My father looked up, running a hand through his dark hair in exhaustion. I don't know what you've been doing, but we have to put a stop to it. My mother motioned for me to sit. I sat beside her, watching as my parents rocked back and forth awkwardly, shamefully. There was a brief moment of stillness between the three of us before my father spoke up. Lucy, why don't you go in the other room? I know you don't want to talk about it. Al and I, we'll, we'll get things settled. I watched as my mother, stifling another sob before burying her face in her hands, quickly left the room. She went up the stairs and disappeared into her room, the door slamming behind her as she did so.
So, my father said slowly, I guess this all started when you found Uncle Joey's ribbons. Yeah, I guess so. But what does this have to do with anything? It means he took part in it. The big event. America needs you. We all did it. But your uncle Joey had a special job. A special job? What? He organized a lottery, right? What's wrong with that? My father nodded solemnly. He's a pretty big guy. Used to play running back in high school. But sitting there, he seemed like the smallest man in the world. You have to understand, Al, that Uncle Joey was... It was a different time.
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Chapters
5 chapters
1
What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
0:00–0:46
2
What evidence did the narrator find about the secret ritual?
0:46–5:54
3
How did the narrator's family react to the discovery?
5:54–21:53
4
What does Uncle Joey's involvement reveal about the ritual?
21:53–29:55
5
How did the narrator's father describe the sacrifices made?
29:55–35:18