The Witching

Well since everyone is taking their dear, sweet time

in getting here, do you wanna do a video intro log?

I'm down.

All right.

My phone is ready to go.

Oh wait a second, I almost forgot the zoom.

All right, we are speeding.

Hey all you paranormal podcasters, it's Stacy.

Nathan.

And Emma.

And we just set up base camp in the woodland valley forest

at the site where the woodland valley witch was killed

on this very night, 67 years ago.

And what night is it Emma.

Tonight happens to be all hallows' Eve, Stacy.

And we're coming to you from one of the most haunted

sites in all of Maine.

Oh, so we're hoping for some scary shit.

We'll be live-tweeting as the night goes on

as well as posting more videos while we record

what will be the best podcast of the year.

And it's all leading up to the witching hour.

Right now we're gonna start things off by telling tales

by the campfire.

Stay scared.

What the hell was that.

Danni's in the house!

I think Nathan just pissed himself.

Maybe you didn't, no?

Shut up, no.

First video is uploaded.

Live-tweet?

Yeah!

So what's the deal you guys?

Who has the first story?

That would be me.

All right then buddy, let's hear it.

Okay, so, I read this online the other day.

Now you listeners at home are gonna have to let us know

whether you think this story is real or totally bogus.

Sarah?

Please.

What do you want?

Do you want me to forget?

He's gone.

I just want us to move forward.

Please.

I'm trying to move forward.

Give me the truck.

Sarah give me the truck.

Happy?

I'm not doing this to upset you.

Okay, I just want us to get better.

I don't wanna get better.

Where did you put it?

What?

Don't fuck with me, where is it?

Sarah I don't know what you're talking about.

The truck, Brodie, where is it?

I don't know, where you left it.

It's not there.

Well I didn't touch it.

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah!

Sarah what happened?

Sarah.

You see him again?

I'm.

No you're not, okay, remember what Dr. Clark said.

Seeing Chris is just hoping...

it's not Christopher.

Just tell me what to okay?

How can I help you?

What do you want from me?

Leave me alone.

Hey, extra crispy over there, your mallow is on fire.

Oh shit, shit, what do I do?

Ah guys you're gonna edit that out right?

Not a chance.

Do you guys ever wonder how stories like that get out?

Like if that happened to me, I would never talk about it.

Yeah I've always wondered about that, especially

when everyone has died at the end.

How does anyone know what really happened?

I heard about this really strange story out

in the countryside, my professor told me about it once

and I thought he was full of shit.

But then I looked into it.

I love you.

Hello?

Sam, how was your first night alone, since?

You feel any better, sleep a little?

Not really, I mean, I don't think so.

You want me to come back over tonight?

No, no, don't do that.

You know you can always move in with me

and tom, I don't like thinking about you being all alone

way out there.

Oh, I'll live.

Plus you know, tom hates me.

Listen, can I call you back?

Oh, that asshole hates everyone,

call me back, I mean it.

Yeah okay.

Hey, you must be the bug man.

That's me, most people call me Tim though.

Oh, it's uh, it's actually around the house,

well uh under it.

Oh I didn't realize I'm half naked, I'll show you.

Got a family of 'coons living under there huh?

Yeah something like that, whatever it is, it's big,

bumps up against the floorboards.

Hmm, no critter too tough to gitter.

Nice, they make you say that?

Made it up myself.

Oh.

Well, I'll go check her out, come back with the bill

when I'm done.

Yeah, okay.

Sand in eyes after sleep.

The sandman is a mythical character in

central and Northern European folklore

who brings good dreams by sprinkling magical sand

onto the eyes of children while they sleep at night.

Hmm...

Black sand in eyes after sleep.

A distant and much older cousin of the sandman,

this demon was believed to cause sleepwalking among

the people of native American tribes,

who eventually wandered off into the forest.

The alleged victims were found dead.

Their eyes plucked out.

This creature's original name directly translates

to Walker of dreams, but most people today know him

as the sleepwalker.

Okay it says, many if not all of the alleged victims

showed similar symptoms, sleepwalking and black sand

in their eyes when they woke up.

Be serious Sam.

I am, I didn't believe it but that's the first

thing that Google pulled up, is that a coincidence.

Probably.

Look, okay, back then people would blame

the medicine woman or whatever for conjuring the sleepwalker

because all of the victims were using her herbs.

Smoking a little herb huh?

No asshole, stuff to help them sleep for depression.

Okay, it says that some believe that by taking the medicine

and forcing sleep on one's restless or tortured spirit,

the demon was conjured as some sort of punishment from

the moon.

Oh, my God, stop, you're killing me.

I'm glad you find this funny.

Seriously, if you wanna go soul-searching,

my grandmother goes to some hippy church in the field.

She can swing by on her way tomorrow.

Okay, I'm hanging up now.

Oh, come on, what you're reading is an old

cautionary tale, not some scientific fact or whatever.

I guarantee you probably were sleepwalking again

and got some dirt in your eyes.

Yeah, probably.

I just thought it was eerily similar to my situation though.

Just all these weird dreams I've been having about

James and then whatever's under our, my house.

Well whatever was living under your house

is probably being served for dinner at critter gitter's

house right now.

So you have nothing to worry about.

Not arguing with you on that one.

All right I think I'm gonna go and take a nap.

Oh my god you're so lazy.

Don't judge me, monkey.

So am I picking you up on the way

to work Monday?

We miss you.

Hmm, we'll see.

Well I'm here for you if you need anything,

sweet dreams.

Later, tater.

Trish?

Sam?

This thing, there's, there's something in my house, it...

Sam!

It attacked me Trish, its eyes, its fucking eyes are...

Sam did you sleep-dial me again?

Sam if you can hear this, go back to bed,

I'll be over in the morning, love you.

What no, I?

Trish, Trish?

Damn it.

911, 911.

911.

James?

James is that you?

James say something!

Finally you guys made it.

Hey Mike you got some shit just there.