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You say you'll never join the Navy, that you never track storms brewing in the Atlantic and skydiving could never be part of your commute. You'd never climb Mount Fuji on a port visit or fly so fast you break the sound barrier. Joining the Navy sounds crazy. Saying never actually is. Start your journey@navy.com, america's Navy forged by the sea. Support for this podcast and the following message comes from America's Navy. The Navy offers new graduates hands on training and experience in careers like computer science, aviation and medicine. Plus education and sign on bonuses. Parents help your grads start their career today@navy.com I work for a special unit with the Sheriff's Department. The official designation is the Electronic Monitoring Unit. We install, monitor and enforce all rules and policies designated when given a GPS tether. I am sure when I say ankle monitor most people will understand that a little clearer. Most of the time is spent tracking people, making sure they are within their court ordered curfew, etc. Like all police work, nothing is routine. But it's not exactly all PD live or whatever true cop show you can think of. I have been on some exciting calls working in tether. When someone attempts to cut one of these bad boys off, we get an alert immediately. The rush to get the person before they get the tether off is intense. It's even more intense when they do remove it and you find some later manhunting is the most exciting. I'm sure you've all read the Most Dangerous Game. I have been on some strange calls too. Every police officer has one or two stories bordering on paranormal. Back in my early days working the jail, I used to hear noises during midnight shift when I was ordered over to work. And not inmate noises. Those I was used to. I mean banging sounds coming from the hallway closets where linen and toilet paper is kept. Once I passed a door and heard what I thought was a weapon going off inside. I probably had to change my uniform after that. It was really like someone kicking the door from the inside as hard as they could. It took a minute, but I did check inside to find nothing. Of course. Back in 1993, our department lost a sergeant in the line of duty. He was making normal security rounds in one of the old jails downtown when an inmate took him hostage with a weapon. You can imagine how terrifying this would be for anyone. But you are not supposed to face anyone with a weapon inside of the jail. It is still not known how that weapon came into the jail. Most think the inmate somehow got it fished to him from the outside. Or it was an officer that brought the weapon in for the inmate. That is a possibility that I hate to consider. One day I was working that jail doing normal security rounds. I remember seeing a shadow walking down the long concrete hallway. I did not think much of it at the time until I remembered that the hallway didn't have any outlets left or right. Meaning that I saw this man walking down the hall. I looked down and when I looked back, he was gone. I went to look for him and he was nowhere to be found. It took me a while to put the pieces together. I asked my partner what floor had the sergeant been killed on. The one we are on right now is what he said. The jail is one thing, but having some creepy stuff happen out in the outside world is another. I go through a lot of houses in my job. You could not believe how people live out here. Think about how you were raised and look around your home. It is not the same where I work. I will not say where, but it is a major US city with major US problems. Poor problems, racial problems and awful sports teams to boot. Let me set up this call for you. My partner and I are in the office monitoring and maintaining our population on tether which is well into the 1000s. We have more people on GPS than in all of our jails combined. My partner gets an alert that someone on his caseload has a low battery. These devices are solid the battery life lasts about three to four days if you charge it for two hours. Compared to our cell phones, that seems reasonable. But you just can't get some of these people to follow the rules, which is why they are in this situation in the first place. My partner goes through the process of trying to get his guy to start charging. Calling will not work. Can't get a hold of any of his friends or family either. The last resort is calling the actual device on his leg. The company we use that develops the GPS tethers has a monitoring center open 24 hours. We can call them and be patched through to the device. Finally we get a hold of him. Just charge your tether man. My partner yells into the phone. It's hard to hear the subject's response, but it sounds like he acknowledges it. He is staying at a friend's house right now in the southwest part of the city, which of course we can see. He of course lost his charge cord for the device. My partner decides since we are pretty close to him, why don't we just run another out to him. Sounds like a plan, I think and start getting my gear on. There was nothing strange about the house when we pulled up. Normal looking two story corner house with crap all over the overgrown yard and several cars in various states of decay. I checked an app on my county issued cell phone that shows me where the GPS points are on anyone that wears one. I just wanted to make sure it was still communicating and that he's still at this house. It looked like a yes for both. My partner gets to the door, knocks and asks for Mike. I'm at the side of the house, watching the side door, but also keeping my eyes on my partner. I hear a female voice call for Mike. Another male voice is speaking to my partner too. At this point since contact was made and I didn't feel like anyone's going to burst out the side or back of the house. I make my way back up to my partner. I now identify the two people he's speaking with. The male is maybe in his early 20s, the female about the same. Both are what you would call in rough shape. Had something of a zombie vibe to them. Strung out if you get me. As I'm walking up, I can also surmise that the guy is telling my partner something to the effect that the guy known as Mike is not in fact at his home. My partner calmly tells him that we know he's here, we just saw his last tracking point, which puts him right on top of us, literally so to speak. I believe he was upstairs. If he's not here, why did the female call for him again? We are just here to give him a charge cord. No one was in trouble. This kid starts to get shifty. Here go the eyes peeking around, the rubbing of the hands and the flat out lies. Look, he was here maybe 10 minutes ago, but he ain't here now. I don't let dopers in my home. Okay, bullcrap aside, we still have to figure this out. I want to go back to our vehicle, look at the tracking, see what's going on. It is possible that we could have just missed him. The tether calls out a location every five minutes. It's not live tracking. He may have just left when we pulled up. However unlikely it was possible, all I had to do was wait for his next point. Ding. The point is in. Let's see where this low charger is. Well, he is still at the house. Again we go to the front and again the kid says he's not here, that he just left. I look at my phone now, getting more frustrated. What the. I say out loud. Now there is a strap tamper alert for Mike. This means that our guy may have started to cut the tether off. I'm confused at how all of this had gone. My partner starts grilling the kid again. Look, cut the crap. Where is he? Still? The kid gives nothing up. I look around the area. Maybe this idiot did cut it off and throw it around the porch and the alert just came in too late. I don't see anything though. And I would have heard the alarm if he did cut it off. It's louder than some ambulance sirens. Something feels strange about this whole thing. The kid invites us in to look around and we take him up on his offer. Nothing better than a consent to search a home. Once we get in, I'm immediately taken back by the piss and cat feces smell of the home. There's literal trash in all rooms. Like the doors can't even close because they are blocked by trash. This is going to be a nightmare to search through. I can tell you right now I didn't go through any of those trash rooms. My partner and I cleared the bottom floor and as best we could and started moving upstairs. This is where things get eerie. The staircase twisted. Odd for this type of home in this area. Like I said, I go through a lot of houses. It's just something you don't see that often. Once we reach the top, we are all of a sudden in the Stanley Hotel in Stephen King's the shining. It was known as the Overlook Hotel. The hallway stretched for an impossible length. The carpet was red with yellow triangles. I don't think there was carpet downstairs anywhere. The hairs are starting to stand up now. A feeling of unease is thick as the hallway juts in and out. There's a room every five feet or so and there must have been six, six to seven rooms up there. That is just not possible for a house like that. And every single door was padlocked from the outside. I was beyond done trying to make anything add up with this situation. I told my partner to hold the downstairs so no one came up behind us. Since the doors were locked, I was not bothering with them. Once I got to the end of the hall, I gave up and turned around. I called my partner back to game plan. I think we are about done, I said. I don't know what's going on with this guy's device. Maybe he cut it and smashed it. Either way, I think we needed to get out of that house as soon as possible. As we are heading for the winding stairs, we both hear a low thump. We look at each other with that did you hear that facial expression? While we both stand still, I hear scratching noises followed with another thumping. I don't believe either of us could tell which direction it was coming from. Weird, but could be anything. At this point, I am still leaving and as I'm passing a door, my heart stops first. I see movement out of the corner of my eye. Slowly turning to my left, I'm looking directly into someone's eyeball. Peering between the slightly opened door, 10 dirty fingers start poking out trying to open the door. Imagine the lead character from the movie I mentioned earlier. Here's Mikey. This guy did not look like the person we were looking for. Who are you? I ask, embarrassed I couldn't tone down how shocked I was. That's him, my partner said. Once I snapped back to reality, I didn't think, just acted. I blasted that door Spartan style, sending our pal Mike across the room. After being taken into custody, we questioned him and he said he got scared when he heard police were at the door. He hid and stupidly tried to cut the device off his leg. Pretty simple and thankfully safe outcome. After having some choice words with the kid we first dealt with, we brought our guy to jail and that was that. But I'll never forget seeing that hallway for the first time. All those strange padlocked doors and the eyeball staring at me from the darkness. I would like to start by saying that all the names in this Story have been changed. Last year in 2021, I was living in a townhouse in New Mexico with my twin sister, we'll call her Carrie, and our two childhood best friends, Robbie and Izzy. The time in that house was full of your typical young adult ups and downs, but amplified by the turmoil of the pandemic. That house was full of good, bad and ugly times. But I wouldn't trade it for the world. However, the last few months were absolutely terrible Before I ended up leaving the state. Let me start with a little backstory. Kerry had been in a relationship with a man who we will call Jay. Jay and Cary had a very unhealthy relationship which ended with him being kicked out of our house after an altercation between him and Carrie. Police were called and we thought that would be the end of it. Let's just say he didn't take being thrown out of the house and dumped too well. One day, on the off chance that I had a day off from work, I was in the kitchen most of the day doing some deep cleaning and self care. While I was able to do the first part with ease, I could not for the life of me shake the feeling of being watched. I have struggled with anxiety symptoms due to ptsd, so I wrote this off as me just having a bad day. That was until Robbie came home, throwing the door open and shouting, tell me why. I saw Jay circling our block. I was in shock. I ran to the window looking over our street and sure enough, J's car was speeding off. We told Kerry about it as soon as she got home from work that day, and she then revealed to myself, Robbie and Izzy that Jay had been stalking her. I was not surprised given the details of this situation as Cary then told us about this next situation, which shook me to my core. One night, I want to say this story was about two weeks prior to him circling the block. Jay had been watching Carrie from afar while she went out with friends. Carrie must have forgot to lock the door when she came home. She says she woke up from a deep sleep and could have sworn that she saw someone standing over her bed. She said she didn't want to tell us right away because she had first assumed that she was dreaming or even having an episode of sleep paralysis. She would later receive a message from Jay scolding her for not talking to him when he came to the house the other night. That other night in question being the same night Carrie had come home. I started locking the doors even when everyone was home. After Cary told me that story, he was in the house while we were all sleeping sound in our beds, unaware that someone who we all didn't want anywhere near us was just sulking in the corner of my sister's bedroom, watching over her. He could have done anything, but he chose to just watch her. That was deeply unsettling for all of us. Now, I had already made the decision that once my lease was over, I was going to be moving in with my partner in a different state. At this point, we had all been packing up our things and preparing to move go our separate ways. For more context, the landlord had installed a security system. Nothing high tech by any means, but anytime a door or window was opened, the alarm would say in a robotic monotone voice, side door open or back office window closed. Things like that. One night I was home alone. Carrie was at dinner with Robbie and Robbie's mom, and I had no idea where Izzy was until this series of events happened. I was in my bedroom when suddenly I heard what sounded like tapping on my window. I figured it was the branches tapping like they usually did when there was even a small gust of wind, but the tapping was constant. Timed almost. I still shrugged it off again, trying not to make myself anxious while I was alone in the house. It was then that I heard the security system go off. Back sliding door open from the other room. Weird. We all usually come in through this side door when the kitchen and living room meet. As our front door was next to impossible to open from the outside, I brushed it off, thinking maybe Carrie and Robbie had forgotten their keys and just came in through the back door. I called out from my bedroom, Carrie, Robbie. How was dinner? No response. As soon as the words left my mouth, the silence was deafening. I walked out to the hallways where all of the bedrooms led and called out again. Carrie, Robbie, Izzy. Again, Nothing. I'm getting a bit freaked out now, but I'm thinking that they maybe didn't hear me. But that silence. I will never in my life forget the silence that rang through that house as I inched closer to the living room. As I am finally standing in the living room, the only sounds I had heard in the span of a few minutes was my own heart beating out of my chest, my footsteps and the AC kicking on. I finally reached the living room and I had checked find my friends. To my horror, Carrie and Robbie were still at the restaurant with Robbie's mom. Izzy's phone had broken during this time too, so I had no clue where she was. Still knowing what I know at that moment, I called out one last time, but I Couldn't bring myself to turn the corner and go into the kitchen. Izzy? Are you home? Silence again. I figured maybe I was just hearing things at that point. Then I heard it came. A hushed whisper from the kitchen, followed by the most hurried footsteps behind me going out the back door. I froze. Who was that? It all made sense at that point. The tapping on the window, the door opening with no noise from whoever opened it, and now this. I knew at that moment that I was not alone. Something came over me and I snapped out of this frozen reaction. You better get out of my house. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I grabbed the baseball bat that I kept in the hall closet and started shouting that same sentence in 10 different ways. Opening all the doors and switching on all the lights, making sure that whoever this was had left. I finally made it to the kitchen and found out the sliding glass door was left wide open by whoever came into it. As soon as the adrenaline had worn off, the shock then set in. I booked it out of the house, locking the doors before throwing open my car door and ripping out the driveway without putting on my seatbelt. I called all my roommates whose phones still worked. I later found out that Izzy had actually left town for the weekend and I had missed that conversation. So I know whoever was in the house was not my sister or either of my other two roommates. Robbie called the police as soon as we got off the phone. Of course there wasn't much they could do because nothing was stolen and I didn't see who was in my home uninvited. I drove to my co worker's house and I broke down telling her what happened and I waited for her to update me on what she and Carrie were going to do. They opted to stay at the hotel with Robbie's mom that night. I don't know who it was that broke into my house that night. Was it J. Some drunk college kid who stumbled into our yard thinking it was their place? Someone with more sinister intentions who got caught at the right time? I am not sure. I think that is what keeps me up sometimes when I think too deeply about that night. I know it wasn't an anxiety induced thing. I saw the door and I heard the whisper at the footsteps hurrying out the same door they came in. I am just happy that I live with my partner in a different state now, in a relatively safe neighborhood. But even that some nights is not enough to allow me to feel safe when I am home alone. This episode is brought to you by LifeLock between two factor authentication strong passwords and a VPN. You try to be in control of how your info is protected, but many other places also have it and they might not be as careful. That's why LifeLock monitors hundreds of millions of data points a second for threats. If your identity is stolen, they'll fix it, guaranteed or your money back. Save up to 40% your first year. Visit lifelock.com podcast for 40% off terms apply Electric Forest is an electronic music festival that normally takes place at the end of June in Rothbury, Michigan. Nestled in the very depths of Sherwood Forest, the festival truly is in the middle of nowhere and incorporates all the natural beauty of the towering woodland trees into the experiences of those who choose to attend. By day, fans can roam around the enchanting scenery, hanging out among the pop up installations or the hundreds of hammocks that hang between the tree trunks. But once the sun sets, they can watch as the forest is lit up by the many light fixtures. And according to many, that's when the magic really begins. The exhilarating atmosphere combined with jaw dropping light displays and spontaneous secret parties, all matched with a carefully curated lineup, generates a truly unique experience. For one and all, it's this particular music festival that 29 year old Kevin Graves wished to attend during the summer of 2018. Hailing from Oakland Country Michigan, Kevin bought tickets for himself and his girlfriend, who was instantly sold on the idea of partying in such a unique and unusual place. Both were fans of electronic dance music, but had found themselves tiring of visiting the same old clubs week in and week out. So Electric Forest provided the perfect way to switch things up a little bit. But after only a day or two of partying among the trees, the blissful feeling between himself and his girlfriend apparently turned sour and the pair began to argue intensely. Speculation as to the reasons behind these arguments ranges from the couple having run out of money to over consumption of alcohol, to Kevin having witnessed his girlfriend flirting with other guys. All of the above is up for debate, but what we do know for certain is that after a particularly vicious confrontation, Kevin walked out of the main festival grounds to return to their campsite alone. Fellow festival goers have reported seeing a man leaving the site who was very upset, possibly even in tears. It's a rather sad end to a tumultuous relationship, but what makes this incident particularly terrifying is that after these sightings, Kevin was never seen again. His girlfriend returned to the campsite several hours later, expecting to find Kevin sleeping off the effects of the drugs and alcohol he had ingested, but when she unzipped the front flap of the tent and peered inside, she found it completely empty. This wasn't exactly a surprise to her though, and she figured either Kevin had gotten lost on his way back, possibly even having found another group of revelers to hang out with to help cheer himself up, or that he had headed back towards the main festival compound to either look for her or party some more. So with that in mind, she simply crawled into her sleeping bag and got some much needed rest. The following morning, Kevin still hadn't returned, but again, his girlfriend wasn't particularly alarmed. It was only when the festival came to an end and she had to find her own way home that she actually began to worry. Kevin hadn't seemed to have returned to his apartment either, and to his girlfriend's knowledge, he was still in Sherwood Forest. It was around then that she broke and contacted his close family regarding his apparent disappearance, who in turn contacted the police to report Kevin missing. Law enforcement set about scouring the area surrounding the festival site using every asset at their disposal, using dogs, aerial units and dive teams, but not a trace of Kevin could be found anywhere. Then they appealed the public to information regarding Kevin's whereabouts, and many people called the missing person's hotline claiming to have spotted him in the days after the festival. Caller stated that they had seen him around other cities in Michigan as well as in other surrounding states. In some cases, Kevin was spotted at a motel not far from the festival site, in others at a diner in the same sort of area. There were also suggestions that Kevin had run off to join some kind of religious cult that was in attendance at the festival, given that the colorfully branded bus was said to be present at the event. After some investigation, the group was found to be the Word of God, a charismatic missionary Christian community founded in the late 60s that is based in Ann Arbor, Michigan. But a spokesman for the Word of God denies ever being at Electric Forest that weekend, and Kevin's family insist that it's pretty much out of the question that he would run off somewhere without at least telling them first. The behavior of Kevin's then girlfriend have also raised a great deal of suspicion among those that investigated his disappearance. In the immediate aftermath, she posted a few grief stricken posts on Facebook, the kind you might expect to read if Kevin had been confirmed deceased. Yet no body was ever found, and as far as police knew, he wasn't dead at all, just missing. And then, instead of cooperating and staying in touch with Kevin's family, as one might expect her to do, she proceeded to block most of them before refusing to answer any more questions with regards to what happened that weekend or where he might have ran away to. According to her, their relationship was on the rocks at the time, so also apparently posted a Reddit comment after his disappearance that claims he was suffering from mental illness and that he had a history of threatening suicide when they had previously come close to breaking up. There is every chance that she simply wishes to move on from a painful period of her life, away from drug and alcohol use and away from the pain of knowing that she might have contributed to a tragic and unforeseen event. However, there is also a chance that she is so uncooperative because she knows way more than she is comfortable sharing Police managed to interview a handful of the festival staff that were working during the same weekend that Kevin went missing, although most couldn't remember seeing Kevin specifically during their time there, as the event is attended by hundreds if not thousands of festival goers. Some told stories of revelers going missing year in and year out. One even told police a story how one person went missing after partying too hard and was found as far away as Alabama. Yet another admitted that it wasn't exactly a rarity for people to die at the festival due to excessive alcohol or narcotics use use often people who mix things that really shouldn't go together. He then told police of a rumor he had heard from a few different attendees of a guy who had actually died sitting up. Others had just assumed he was asleep and continued to drink and dance around an actual dead body, becoming extremely distressed when they realized that he was dead and not just passed out. Other members of staff staff admitted that sometimes they weren't sure if the location of the festival was a safe choice, and they worried that some might be so messed up that they would wander off among the trees wearing very little clothing, only to be subjected to some stormy weather that night and cause them to pass away as a result of the exposure. There was one member of the festival staff who told the police a story that they were initially convinced was Kevin. A man who seemed to be very upset by something was going around the main compound giving away all of his possessions, including expensive electronic items and large amounts of cash. These are in line with reports from Kevin's family that he had apparently emptied his bank account in the week before the festival was due to start. So what actually happened to Kevin at the festival? Was it the case that he was simply so grief stricken by the breakup with his girlfriend that he had opted to simply up and vanish from Michigan. Perhaps this grief was something that a religious cult could play upon to induct him into their ranks. Or perhaps such a cult would be able to use the heavy amount of drugs in his system to essentially brainwash him into their way of thinking. Regardless of what happened, we can all agree it's an extremely scary prospect that we could end up basically vanishing from the face of the earth after attending something as seemingly benign as a simple music festival. Perhaps we're never truly safe, no matter where we are or what we are doing. Subtle results still you, but with fewer lines Botox Cosmetic Adobotulinum Toxinae is a prescription medicine used to temporarily make moderate to severe frown lines, crow's feet and forehead lines look better in adults. 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See for yourself@botoxcosmetic.com My kid goes to Cooper elementary here in Vacaville, California. In early October of last year I drove them off to school, arriving as usual at around 8am I gave them a kiss, told them I hoped that they had a good day and off they went to morning class. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just like any other day. Only right as I am about to drive off I notice something that immediately got my attention and not in a good way. There's a woman standing outside and she is not coming or going or anything. She's just standing there. She looked middle aged, maybe Latina or Asian extraction and she's just sort of watching all the kids come and go. Now the morning rush is usually just that, parents pulling up drop their kids off then leave as quickly as they arrive to get to their jobs or whatever. But there's this woman really chill just standing there. Then she gets her phone out and starts like pointing it around almost like she was taking pictures or a video of the whole scene. I got this bad, bad feeling in my gut. Like she didn't look like you'd imagine some old creeper to look. She wasn't wearing a trench coat with a ball cap pulled down over her face. She. She looked kinda motherly actually. And if she hadn't have just been standing there or recording with her phone, I think I would have completely passed her by. So instead of driving off to make it to work on time, I just kinda sat in my car watching her. Better safe than sorry, I told myself. And boy am I glad I stuck around because things were about to get weird. As I'm sat in my car watching her, I notice that suddenly she seems to take a sharp interest in something. She puts her phone away and seems to be staring over towards the other side of the school parking lot. I try to spy whatever's gotten her attention, but the place is so busy with the morning rush that nothing really stood out to me. So again I just sit there waiting patiently as she starts to walk across the street and over towards this parked car. I have to turn around in my seat to see what she's doing, but I am able to watch clear as day as she walks towards one of the cars and opens the back door before reaching in and pulling out this preschool aged kid who was sitting in the back seat. She doesn't pull hard or anything, just kind of takes the kid by the hand and leads them out of the car, leaning down to say something to them before she started trying to walk off with them. My spidey senses are tingling by that point, so I jump out of my car, locking the doors before I start power walking over to her, I say, excuse me lady, is this your kid? Where are you taking this kid? She turns around all calm, smiles at me and then tells me she's a teacher at the school. I mean, it was actually believable for a moment. She had this lanyard around her neck with what looked like an ID on it. Her answer was so confident too, and actually called the kid by the name Brian. So for a second I felt like I was going crazy and that I had gotten way inside my own head about this playing at being some vigilante or something. So I respond, oh, okay, I'm sorry. She accepts my apology and then goes to walk away from the school again. I don't think I would have done anything else about it until I heard another voice behind me shout, hey, what are you doing? I turn around and see this furious looking Guy running towards me and the woman. He runs past me, stops this woman and grabs the kid's arm, pulling him away from her. She then starts giving this guy the same screen speech she just did to me, telling him she's a teacher and she's taking Brian somewhere, how he's a student of hers, etc. What this guy said next made my stomach drop. Brian. My kid's name is not Brian. Lady, I'm calling the cops. The guy shouts and in doing so draws the attention of everyone coming and going in the parking lot. Once he realized he had gotten something of an audience, he just starts going off saying this psycho is trying to kidnap my kid. Someone get the cops out here. The mood in the parking lot shifts. Every single parent is basically watching their worst fears played out before them. An unsuspecting person trying to abduct a kid in broad daylight. It was honestly sickening. Firstly the whole act of trying to snatch the kid and then the kind of mood shift as all these half awake parents just turn into what was basically a violent mob. But the middle aged lady was quick. She moved faster than I had ever have expected her to. Out of the parking lot, back across the street where she jumped into a car and sped off. Parents are taking pictures of her license plate, screaming about child abusers seriously wanting to rip her apart there and then. I stuck around to talk to the cops, gave a detailed description along with the dad of the potential kidnap victim whose kid was just distraught by that point. There was a PTA meeting called about the incident. It was this whole big drama that rocked the small community we live in. And now, just in case none of you believe me, the woman's name was Eileen carringle. She was 1556 at the time of the incident and she ended up getting followed and arrested by the cops at her home in the 700 block of Christine Drive. The story was sent around the parents of all the kids attending Cooper elementary in like a matter of hours. And the relief was palpable. I don't think people who don't have kids can really understand just how terrifying something like that is. We are told there are monsters in the world, but knowing they walk among us looking just like sweet middle aged women when they are in fact complete predators is just chilling beyond belief. 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