Under Cover of Night

Summary

Podcast Summary: Sightings – "Under Cover of Night"

Host: Brian Sigley and McLeod Andrews
Date: February 16, 2026
Episode Theme:
This episode of Sightings is dedicated to eerie listener stories from around the world, all united by the mysteries and fears that emerge after dark. Brian and McLeod share and discuss five supernatural tales submitted by listeners, exploring haunted basements, unexplained entities, paranormal folklore from Mexico and India, and a chilling, inexplicable encounter in rural Canada. The episode delivers both hair-raising narratives and thoughtful commentary about the power of darkness and the universal experience of feeling unsettled by the unknown.

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Main Episode Structure

1. Introduction & Episode Purpose (01:06–03:24)

• Hosts Brian and McLeod welcome listeners to a new Listener Stories episode, excited to read more tales than ever before (five total this episode).
• Theme: “All things that go bump in the night.” Set the mood for chilling, personal accounts of supernatural or unexplained phenomena.

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Listener Stories & Key Discussions

2. Story 1: The Basement (Terry from Michigan) (04:18–15:21)

• Summary:
  Terry recounts a childhood sleepover at friend Derek's house in the 1990s. The basement, strictly off-limits by unexplained family rule, becomes the focal point of Terry’s terror when, wired on snacks and horror movies, he hears deliberate noises below. He eventually descends with a flashlight, witnessing unblinking inhuman eyes and experiencing cold, foul air, strange breathing, and an invisible presence that physically touches him. Terry flees, slamming and locking the basement door just as something repeatedly crashes against it.

  • Memorable Quote:
    “I could see the gap at the bottom of the door... And then, I swear to God, I saw something move back there.”
    —Terry’s narration via Brian (08:09)

• Hosts’ Analysis (15:22–17:38):

  • Brian and McLeod discuss how powerful basements are as horror settings, the "fear of the unknown," and how childhood imagination and real danger blend during such experiences.
  • McLeod relates to the universal feeling: “It's like the quintessential, like, Fear of the Unknown story. Like, basic, simple, and, like, so effective.” (17:13)

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3. Story 2: Bedroom Visitor & Silent Triangle (Mike from Massachusetts) (19:39–28:23)

• Summary:
  Mike describes a Massachusetts childhood in a crowded house, sharing a room with his twin. One night, the boys witness a silent, massive, triangle-shaped craft gliding over their home. A week later, Mike awakens to a tall, thin, featureless figure beside his bed, terrifying in its silent stillness.

  • Notable Moment:
    “It was tall and thin, and while it had the shape of a human, it wasn’t one... In the faint red light... It just stood there, unmoving, staring at me.” (22:41)

• Hosts’ Analysis (25:55–28:23):

  • The hosts debate alien vs. paranormal explanations, tie it to prior alien entity themes, and acknowledge the baffling illogic of many alien encounter stories.
  • “The two of them together, I mean, certainly seems to be more than a coincidence.” —Brian (28:21)

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4. Story 3: The Bulletproof Owl & the Witch (Fernando from Mexico) (28:36–33:33)

• Summary:
  Fernando shares a family story from rural Mexico involving brujas (witches). When his mother was pregnant, an unsettling owl began staking out the house—an omen, locally, of supernatural danger. One night, his mother finds a disheveled woman inside and the owl at the window, neither affected by gunshots, both fleeing afterward. The owl later appears with human, red eyes.

  • Memorable Quote:
    “This time the owl had human eyes and they were red, staring right at her. My mom arrived in the dead of night and... put a cup of water at the front door and salted the doorways.” (32:14)

• Hosts’ Analysis (33:04–33:30):

  • McLeod: “Whenever an animal has human eyes, what a freaky visual.”
  • Discussion of recurring creepy eye motifs and the fear induced by animal–human uncanny details.

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5. Story 4: Churels in the Indian Forest (Priya from India) (35:34–44:32)

• Summary:
  Priya, a US-born medical intern in rural India, relates a terrifying night: someone persistently knocks and then pounds at her door. Remembering local rules, she doesn’t open it. Footprints leading from the nearby dense forest hint at something inhuman. The midwife explains legends of “churels,” vengeful female spirits with backward feet who prey on men—Priya was likely spared because she’s a woman.

  • Notable Quote:
    “Sometimes things come out of the forest in her village during the night. Things called churels that have their feet on backwards.” (39:52)

• Hosts’ Analysis (42:28–44:32):

  • Brian and McLeod are fascinated by new folklore, discussing the universality and unique details (like backward feet) of such supernatural legends.
  • Priya’s story sparks comparisons with Balkan and Eastern European “woman-wronged” folklore.

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6. Story 5: The Moving Darkness (Matt from Canada) (45:46–52:49)

• Summary:
  Matt, a scientist and skeptic, describes witnessing an indescribable, animate darkness floating near a rural Ontario road while driving with his wife. The “thing” absorbs light, has no visible three-dimensional form, and its presence instills a primal, unexplainable sense of wrongness and fear in both witnesses.

  • Memorable Quote:
    “It was as if it were a moving, mutating piece of utter darkness. No reflections, no indication of a three-dimensional shape... Just darkness in a form I could not comprehend.” (48:35)

    “It's not so much what you see, it's what you feel. And what we felt was unnatural. It was like getting a glimpse behind the curtain at a magic show.” (51:54)

• Hosts’ Analysis (52:49–55:58):

  • The hosts reflect on the emotional power of encounters that feel simply wrong, and how rationalizing such moments is often futile and unsatisfying.
  • McLeod: “I almost like the more obtuse stories more, like the ones that are... more this kind of, like, general abstract sense of foreboding and terror.” (54:58)

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Closing Thoughts & Episode Sign-Off (55:10–56:07)

• Brian: Invites listeners to keep submitting their weird, scary, and mysterious stories, emphasizing how universal and resonant these experiences are, even when seemingly small or ambiguous.
• McLeod: “These were awesome. I really enjoyed this.” (55:58)
• Both hosts promise more listener tales from around the world in the next episode, closing with their signature encouragement: “Stay spooky.”

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Notable Themes & Takeaways

• Universality of Paranormal Fear: Whether in an American basement, rural India, Mexico, or a Canadian road, the sense of fear and wrongness speaks to shared human experience.
• Role of Darkness: Each story explores how the cover of night transforms the familiar into the uncanny.
• Folklore and Localization: Listeners’ tales are rooted in local customs—brujas, churels, and classic alien archetypes—showing the diversity and consistency of supernatural beliefs globally.
• Ambiguity Over Certainty: The hosts and stories alike stress the power of what’s felt rather than only what’s seen—abstract terror, doubt, and the enduring itch of the unexplained.

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Key Timestamps

• Introduction & Episode Outline: 01:06–03:24
• Story 1 – Terry’s Basement: 04:18–15:21
• Discussion: 15:22–17:38
• Story 2 – Mike’s Bedroom Visitor/UFO: 19:39–25:55
• Discussion: 25:55–28:23
• Story 3 – Fernando’s Bruja & Owl: 28:36–33:33
• Discussion: 33:04–33:30
• Story 4 – Priya’s Churel Encounter: 35:34–42:28
• Discussion: 42:28–44:32
• Story 5 – Matt’s Animate Darkness: 45:46–52:49
• Discussion & Reflection: 52:49–55:58
• Sign-off: 55:58–56:07

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This episode is a globe-trotting, goosebump-inducing trek through the world’s haunted corners, with both hosts offering insightful and often humorous commentary that stays true to the eerie, engaging spirit of Sightings.

Transcript

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[McLeod Andrews]

I'm McLeod.

[Brian Sigley]

And I'm Brian, and we are excited to be back with you for another month of eerie listener stories.

For this episode, we're exploring all things that go bump in the night. So grab your flashlight, pull those covers tight, and see if you can survive the dark right here on Sightings.

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[Brian Sigley]

Welcome back, everyone. Welcome to another Listener Story episode, which, as we know, is McLeod's favorite to do still.

You know what?

[McLeod Andrews]

It is my favorite, and it's awesome to hear from the listeners and kind of real stories.

[Brian Sigley]

It's just fun.

Oh, it absolutely is. We got five of them this time, which is the most we've ever done.

Whoa.

On Listener Stories episode.

[McLeod Andrews]

All right, I'm gonna need some water.

[Brian Sigley]

You can't get too parched. McLeod.

When I was 12 years old, this.

[McLeod Andrews]

Will be ASMR episode.

[Brian Sigley]

You know, I'm sure people would listen to it.

[McLeod Andrews]

Somebody would be like, ah, get it.

[Brian Sigley]

Out of my ear. Get it out.

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep. Well, I don't think Terry from Michig, who sent our first story, would want it asmrized. I'm not gonna tell you any more than it's Terry from Michigan. Okay, so let's get some music going.

When I was 12 years old, I had this friend named Derek whose house I'd sleep over at almost every weekend.

[McLeod Andrews]

This was the mid-90s, so our big.

[Brian Sigley]

Thing was staying up late in his living room with the TV Guide spread out on the coffee table, circling all the horror movies that'd be on TNT or USA or whatever channel was doing their midnight MOV movie marathon.

[McLeod Andrews]

Derek's parents were pretty chill about letting us stay up.

[Brian Sigley]

His mom would make us popcorn around 10. His dad would peek in around 11 to make sure we weren't being too loud. And then they'd head upstairs to bed. Derek's older sister was already in college, so it was just the three of them in this big colonial house in the suburbs. The living room was perfect for our movie nights. It had this huge sectional couch that Derek would claim while I'd set up camp on the floor with sleeping bags and pillows. We'd have our stash of snacks within arm's reach, and we'd watch whatever scary stuff we could find until we eventually passed out. But here's the thing about Derek's house that always bothered me. The basement. The entrance was right off the living room, just this plain white door with a brass knob. I'd asked Derek about it the first time I slept over and he'd gotten really quiet and just said, we don't go down there. Not I don't go down there or my parents don't want us down there, but we. We don't go down there. Like it was a family rule or something. Of course, being 12 year old boys, I tried to dare him into going down a few times.

[McLeod Andrews]

I'd joke about it, saying maybe there.

[Brian Sigley]

Was treasure down there or his parents had a secret arcade set up they were hiding. But Derek never took the bait. He'd just change the subject or turn up the TV volume. After a while I stopped asking. Everyone's got weird things about their house, right? My family had a shed in the backyard that my dad kept padlocked for no real reason. No big deal. This particular night I'm telling you about was in October, probably a week or two before Halloween. We'd demolished a party sized bag of Doritos and were working through our second 2 liter of Mountain Dew.

[McLeod Andrews]

Oh, wow. Around 2 in the morning, Derek started.

[Brian Sigley]

Nodding off on the couch. He was fighting it for a while.

[McLeod Andrews]

Doing that thing where his head would drop and then he'd jerk awake.

[Brian Sigley]

But eventually he was out. I could hear him snoring softly over the tv. I wasn't tired yet. The movie was getting good and I was wired on caffeine and cheese powder. I turned the volume down a bit so I wouldn't wake Derek or his parents and settled in to finish watching. That's when I heard it. At first I thought it was part of the movie, just a subtle sound, like something shifting its weight. But then I realized it was coming from below me. From the basement. I muted the TV and listened. Nothing. Just the house settling. I told myself old houses make noise, but my heart was beating faster. I looked over at Derek, still asleep on the couch, and thought about waking him up. But what would I say? Hey, I heard a noise. He'd probably just tell me I was being paranoid and go back to sleep. But I heard it again. It wasn't a creak or a groan. It was more deliberate than that. Like something being dragged across the floor just a few inches. Then stopping. I stared at the basement door, which was maybe six feet away from where I was sitting. In the flickering light from the muted tv, I could see the gap at the bottom of the door. Just a thin line of empty space. And then, I swear to God, I saw something move back there. I tried to wake Derek up, but he just shifted on the couch and kept sleeping. So I grabbed one of the pillows and threw it at him. It bounced off his head and he made this annoyed grunt. But his eyes didn't open. How was he sleeping through this? The sounds continued down there, and every instinct I had was screaming at me to run upstairs, wake up Derek's parents, get out of that room. But I didn't move. I just sat there, staring at that basement door, watching that thin gap at the bottom to see if something moved again. Then the doorknob moved. I saw it turn maybe a quarter inch, then stop, then turn back. I was terrified, of course, and Derek was still sound asleep. The doorknob turned again, a full rotation this time. I realized the door wasn't locked, and whatever was down there could come up if it wanted to. But it didn't. Instead, I heard footsteps. Not coming up the stairs, going down them. Or at least moving deeper into the basement. And then silence. I sat there, barely breathing, listening as hard as I could. Nothing. Just normal house sounds. I should have left it alone then and there. I should have climbed into my sleeping bag, pulled it over my head, and waited for morning. That would have been the smart thing to do, but I was 12 years old and frankly, kind of dumb and too curious for my own good. What was down there? Why didn't Derek's family ever go into their own basement? I thought about trying to wake him again, but something told me he wouldn't, even if I dumped water on his head. Whatever was happening, I was dealing with it alone. So I grabbed the flashlight we always used during sleepovers and walked to the basement door. The knob was cold when I touched it, colder than it should have been. I pressed my ear against the door and listened. At first, nothing. Then I heard it again. Breathing, I guess. Since I heard breathing, I knew it wasn't a ghost or demon. Because they don't breathe, right. I thought it would be cool if it was a raccoon or giant rat or something. And if I caught it or scared it away, it would be an awesome story. So I opened the door.

[McLeod Andrews]

My flashlight found a light switch on.

[Brian Sigley]

The wall next to the door. I tried it with my free hand. Nothing happened. I flipped it again and again. Dead. So I called out into the dark. But the breathing didn't stop or change, just kept going at that same slow pace. I took the first step down. The stair groaned under my weight, and I froze, expecting to hear Derek or his parents wake up. But nothing. Second step, third step. With each one, the temperature dropped. By the time I was halfway Down. I could see my breath in the beam of the flashlight. The breathing was louder now, echoing slightly off what I assumed were concrete walls. I still couldn't see the source. The flashlight just showed more stairs, more darkness beyond them. When I reached the bottom, my foot hit concrete. I swept the flashlight around, trying to get my bearings. The basement was bigger than I expected, stretching out in multiple directions. I could make out shapes, boxes stacked against walls, what looked like an old washer and dryer. In one corner, some kind of workbench. And in the very back, where my flashlight beam didn't quite reach, something was moving. I took a step forward, then another. The breathing was coming from back there, from whatever was moving in the darkness. Who's there? I said, my voice cracking. Stupid question. Whatever was down here wasn't going to answer. I moved closer, my flashlight extended in front of me. The light showed more of the basement. Now it was unfinished, just exposed concrete and support beams. There were water stains on the walls, and the floor was dusty, like nobody had been down here in years. That's when I saw the eyes. They were low to the ground, maybe three feet off the basement floor, and they reflected my flashlight beam like an animal's eyes would. But they weren't in an animal's eyes. They were too large, too far apart, and they weren't moving, just staring at me, unblinking. From behind one of the support beams. The breathing stopped. In that moment of silence, I became aware of other things. The air smelled wrong. Not musty, like a basement should smell, but sweet and rotten, like fruit that had gone bad weeks ago. And I could hear something else now, a wet sound, like something dripping. I kept the flashlight pointed at those eyes. They didn't blink. They didn't move. They just watched me. Then I heard movement to my left. I swung the flashlight over and saw nothing. Just more basement. But when I looked back to where the eyes had been, they were gone. I backed up, trying to keep the beam moving, trying to see everything at once, but the basement was too big and there were too many places to hide. Then something touched my shoulder. I screamed and whipped around, but there was nothing there. Just air. But I'd felt it. Fingers or something like fingers, resting on my shoulder for just a second. I decided then to get the hell out of there. My foot hit the bottom step and I almost tripped. But I ran up the stairs and didn't look back, didn't check if something was following me. I just ran, taking the steps two at a time. And when I got to the top, I Slammed the door and turned the lock. Something hit the other side of the door hard. Then again, then again. Each impact rattled the frame. I backed away, pointing the flashlight at the door like it would somehow protect me. After the fourth impact, the sounds stopped. I stood there, breathing hard, waiting. Then I heard movement on the other side. Going back down the stairs. Derek was still asleep on the couch. And I spent the rest of that night pressed against the far wall of the living room watching that door, the flashlight in my lap. Every time I started to convince myself I'd imagined it, I'd remember those eyes. When Derek finally Woke up around 8, he found me sitting there, still awake, still watching the door. I tried to tell him what happened. He listened. And when I finished, he laughed. And now you know why we don't go down there. I don't know if he meant it or not. Maybe he thought my mind was playing tricks on me and there was nothing in the basement at all. Or maybe there was and his whole family was terrified of it. But I still think about that night sometimes. About what I saw or didn't see in that basement. Even though Derek and I stayed friends, I didn't go back to his house after that. And I didn't go in my own basement either. These days I live in an apartment. Fourth floor, no basement. This, like, tracks so much for me of, like. I feel like I've felt this before. Like, or I've done this before, like, or.

[McLeod Andrews]

I've certainly. I don't think I've ever had an experience where I was certain that it was, like, real. But I've certainly, like, even in my.

[Brian Sigley]

Own house now, going down the stairs.

[McLeod Andrews]

I don't have a basement, but, like, going down the stairs, like, I can imagine so vividly, like, something appearing out.

[Brian Sigley]

The window across the room or suddenly.

[McLeod Andrews]

Like, going down the stairs, looking around, seeing nothing in the dark and then.

[Brian Sigley]

Turning around to go back up.

[McLeod Andrews]

And they're just being something right there.

[Brian Sigley]

Yeah. Like, well, that's the power of the dark, isn't it? You know, just like. And basements. The power of basements.

[McLeod Andrews]

Power of basements.

[Brian Sigley]

Think that they are a, you know, fodder for horror movies all over the place. I picked the story because the moment it. And I saw that, it was a sleepover. And they're, you know, reading the TV Guide to find the movies playing late at night. That was my childhood.

Right, right, right.

So I'm like, yep.

[McLeod Andrews]

Oh, yeah, definitely. The, like, trying to, like, catch the catch. Scary films.

[Brian Sigley]

Yeah. And I just. What resonated with Me about the story. Yeah, it was creepy, but also, it's less about, was there something in the basement? I don't know necessarily, because he'd been, like, jacked up on Mountain Dew. Mountain Dew and Doritos and watching horror movies. And, you know, he's a. Maybe his imagination got the best of him. But, you know, like. And the thing that his friends said about, like, oh, yeah, that's why we don't go down there. Like, it's not like they were keeping a hostage in their basement. You know, probably. Could there have been, like, a raccoon in the basement? Or, you know, could there have been nothing? And it's just, you know, that's what was cool. It's like, it doesn't matter necessarily if there was something in the basement.

[McLeod Andrews]

It's such a relatable kind of.

[Brian Sigley]

Because it was terrifying just being alone in the dark in a. In a weird, unfamiliar place. And basements are, like, the definition of weird, unfamiliar places, you know?

[McLeod Andrews]

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Brian Sigley]

It's kind.

[McLeod Andrews]

It's like the quintessential. It's like the quintessential, like, Fear of the Unknown story. Like, basic, simple, and, like, so effective. Because I think we've all been. Terry.

[Brian Sigley]

Oh, absolutely. Absolutely. I mean, I feel like I've been in that situation a lot. I didn't hear things in the way that he did, though. I mean, I don't think I would not have been brave enough to go down in that basement after hearing things like he did.

Yeah, I don't.

[McLeod Andrews]

I don't know if I would either.

[Brian Sigley]

But kids are kids, and as he said, kids are dumb, so.

[McLeod Andrews]

But he's okay, you know?

[Brian Sigley]

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[Brian Sigley]

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[Brian Sigley]

We are back everyone. McLeod, are you ready to go? Story number two can't wait.

[McLeod Andrews]

I'm seething.

[Brian Sigley]

Yeah, this one's Mike. This one's actually not a ghost story. It's creepy, but. Well, it's kind of ghost. I don't know. I don't know what this is. So that's all I'm gonna give you, okay?

[McLeod Andrews]

There was something timeless about growing up.

[Brian Sigley]

In West Newbury, Massachusetts, a small wooded town tucked near the New Hampshire border. It was the kind of place where childhood felt like it belonged in a movie. Fireflies at dusk, bikes skidding across gravel roads, and long summer days that stretched deep into the night. My parents raised five of us in a modest 1100 square foot ranch home with only one bathroom, one hallway, and a shared sense of chaos.

[McLeod Andrews]

It somehow always worked. My twin brother and I shared a.

[Brian Sigley]

Bedroom, which made for a tight fit, but also meant we had a built in best friend, sparring partner, and co conspirator. Our room had bunk beds to maximize the limited space, and since I was the older twin by a whopping three minutes, I claimed the top bunk as my rightful throne. That top bunk was everything.

[McLeod Andrews]

From up there, I had a view.

[Brian Sigley]

Of the whole room and more importantly, a clear line of sight out the window. We didn't have air conditioning, so summer nights were a steamy affair. We'd sleep with the windows flung open, hoping to catch even the slightest breeze and fall asleep listening to the chirps of crickets and the low, resonant croaks of frogs from the pond across the street. The sounds were a kind of natural lullaby, familiar grounding, and oddly comforting.

[McLeod Andrews]

Some nights we would lie in our.

[Brian Sigley]

Beds and just stare out at the trees beyond our house, a room bathed in soft moonlight. West Newbury was quiet, wooded, and alive with wildlife. We saw deer in the yard regularly and raccoons rustling through the bushes. But one night, the woods gave us something else that, to this day, we've never forgotten. It started like any other hot summer night. We were sweating through our sheets, too hot to sleep. That's when we saw the lights. Strange, soft glows moving outside our window. We sat up and rushed to the window, expecting to see a plane or maybe a helicopter hovering above the trees. But it wasn't either. There, directly above our house and just above the treetops floated a massive triangular object. It had lights on each corner, soft, steady, and strangely dim. It didn't move like a helicopter or sound like a plane. In fact, it didn't make any sound at all. That's what really struck us, how utterly silent it was. The night around us stayed still, the only sound coming from the frogs and insects, completely unbothered by the strange object floating silently above them. We watched in silence for several minutes, our faces pressed to the screen. It was huge, far bigger than anything that should have been flying that low and that quietly. No wings, no rotors, no engine humor. Just a perfect black triangle gliding slowly over our yard as if it were searching for something. Then, without warning, it tilted slightly, shifted direction, and disappeared into the night. We turned to each other, eyes wide, not quite sure what we had just seen. We didn't panic. We weren't afraid, really, just stunned. We didn't talk about it much that night. Maybe we didn't know how to. It wasn't like we saw aliens or flashing beams of light. It was just something we couldn't explain, something that didn't fit. And yet, a week later, something else happened. And it changed. How? I remembered that night forever. It was another hot, airless evening. I was asleep in my usual spot on the top bunk, the sheets clinging to my skin. Something woke me up. I'm not sure what it was. A noise, maybe, or just a shift in the atmosphere. But it was loud enough to stir me. I laid there for a minute, trying to drift back off. But then I heard something again, this time closer in the room. And that's when I saw it. Just a few feet from my bed, standing beside the dresser, was something. A figure. At first I thought it was a person. Maybe my dad, maybe my brother. But within seconds, I knew it wasn't. It was tall and thin, and while it had the shape of a human, it Wasn't one. It had no clothes, no hair, no identifiable features that I could see in the faint red light. It just stood there, unmoving, staring at me. I froze. I was wide awake. Of that I'm sure. I felt every bead of sweat on my forehead. My heart was pounding in my chest so loud I could almost hear it. In a moment of pure, primal fear, I did what any terrified kid might do. I yanked the sheet over my head like it was a force field. The thin cotton cocoon was all I had. I laid there for what felt like forever, sweating, shaking, and completely silent. I don't remember falling back asleep. I just remember being afraid to move. Eventually, I peeked out from under the sheet and the figure was gone. The next morning, I checked with everyone in the house. No one had come into our room. My brother had slept through the entire night, and no one could explain what I saw. I still don't know what it was. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe it was a trick of the light in my tired brain. But I know how real it felt. I know the fear. I know the heat, the stillness, and the way the air in the room felt different. And I know that I've never forgotten it. Not in 40 plus years. Some memories fade. Some you question over time, but some, especially the ones that shake something in your bones, stay with you forever.

[McLeod Andrews]

It feels like an alien story to me, doesn't it?

[Brian Sigley]

Well, you know, if I had just read the second half of it where he woke up and there was something standing in his room. It reminded me of the episode that we did about the Hat man.

[McLeod Andrews]

Yeah, yeah, like a sleep entity.

[Brian Sigley]

But since a week before he saw the UFO over his house, I'm like, mm, mm, mm, mm. That's aliens.

[McLeod Andrews]

Yeah. And the whole kind of like, tall, thin, no clothes, bald, like that all sounds like the classic alien body.

[Brian Sigley]

But that makes me now wonder if, you know, maybe he got abducted and didn't know it. You know, kind of thing.

[McLeod Andrews]

You think he got abducted?

[Brian Sigley]

I don't know. Like, what?

[McLeod Andrews]

Is there something I'm missing here?

[Brian Sigley]

Well, no, no, no, no, but, like, you know, like, a lot of people get abducted, don't know that they got.

Abducted because they had their, like, memory wiped or something.

Yeah. Or just. Why would an alien come into his room and stand up?

I don't know.

Unless they were, like, doing something.

I mean, I don't know why.

[McLeod Andrews]

Why do, like, take pick. Take your pick of alien story and, like, why do that? Why are they doing. I'm like Kelly Hopkinsville, which is One of my big, like, beefs with Kelly Hopkinsville is just like, yeah, yeah, what are they doing? Like, why are these little clawed beings crashing their intergalactic ship and then just, like, running, screaming at a cabin with their claws?

[Brian Sigley]

Yeah, we shouldn't. We shouldn't ascribe. Yeah. Logic to alien. I mean, I think it's intelligence like, that.

It's like.

[McLeod Andrews]

I feel like the explanations for, like, alien visitations are, like, almost, like, scientifically or must be.

[Brian Sigley]

If they're.

[McLeod Andrews]

To the extent they're real or we.

[Brian Sigley]

Believe they're real, they must be more complicated to grasp than simply, like, oh, we came down here for fuel, or, oh, we're running experiments.

[McLeod Andrews]

Like, I feel like it's more mind messy than that, where it's like, we're. Like, time is like there's some sort of dimensional overlap, and it's like they're there, sort of, but not really. And like is my.

[Brian Sigley]

You're smart, Nikloud.

[McLeod Andrews]

I don't know if I'm smart. Cause, like, to your point, why is this alien coming to stand in his bedroom and look at him?

[Brian Sigley]

I dig that. And I just. All I know from the stories, I'm glad that I did not have his childhood experiences.

[McLeod Andrews]

I feel like I can more imminently.

[Brian Sigley]

Explain away the figure in his room than I can the.

[McLeod Andrews]

Like, the object they saw in the sky, like, that made no sound.

[Brian Sigley]

But the two of them together, I mean, certainly seems to be more than a coincidence, so. Well, let's actually jump to one more quickie of a story here before we hop to another ad break. So we're going to go to Mexico, McCloud.

Awesome.

We got Fernando from Mexico.

That's. That's so cool.

Yeah. I think this is our first story for Mexico.

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[McLeod Andrews]

Growing up in our house, my parents.

[Brian Sigley]

Would tell us stories of the supernatural in Mexico. Some they'd even experienced themselves. Like how my grandfather was stalked by a black dog with red eyes when riding home at night on horseback. Or how my father's aunt was a known witch who practiced black magic and never aged, even in death. This story happened to my oldest brother and my mother. When my mom was pregnant with her firstborn. Her family would constantly bless her and protect her from strangers in her small town. Brujas would try to take babies and use them as sacrifices for eternal youth or to gain favors from whatever dark entities they served.

What town did you grow up in? I know this is terrifying.

Terrifying. Fast forward, thankfully, hopefully, away from those brujas, my brother is born.

[McLeod Andrews]

My father would leave for work in the nearby city.

[Brian Sigley]

So my mother was often alone at home with my brother. One day, she kept noticing an owl.

[McLeod Andrews]

Oh, the owls.

[Brian Sigley]

They're back. One day, she kept noticing an owl sitting in a tree, just staring at the house. Owls are common in Mexico, but this one seemed different. It never got scared of people and kept watching the home.

[McLeod Andrews]

My mother told her parents her dad.

[Brian Sigley]

Shot at it, but the owl didn't budge. It just flew away into the brush. As the days went by, the same owl kept showing up, getting closer to the house each time.

[McLeod Andrews]

My grandmother started putting a cup of.

[Brian Sigley]

Water at the front door and laying salt around the doorways. This seemed to stop the owl from coming closer until they forgot to put everything out. My grandparents were away moving the herd of cattle and would be gone for a few days, exhausted from caring for my brother. My mother forgot to salt the doors and leave out the cup of water. She remembers that night. For some reason, she felt like something was draining her energy fast. She would start falling asleep anywhere. This time, she passed out on the living room floor. She doesn't know what jolted her awake, but it must have been her mother's instinct. My oldest brother was crying, like he was scared or in pain. My mother ran to the room, and there it was. A woman, disheveled, standing inside. The owl was right outside the window, staring at my oldest brother. My mother panicked, ran to get the shotgun, and fired at both the woman and the owl. The woman was hit, but wasn't fazed by the gunfire. The owl was hit, too, but it wasn't phased. Instead, the woman climbed out the window. The owl screeched at my mom, and she remembers that sound. She said it wasn't like a bird's screech. It tried to sound more human, like someone screaming in pain. But attempting to sound like an animal. The woman ran off into the brush. The owl followed. After the incident, my mom took my oldest brother and went straight to her aunt's farm a few miles down the road. They rode her horse down the dirt road, and my mother said she saw the same owl again, ahead of her, looking at her from a tree. But this time the owl had human eyes and they were red, staring right at her. My mom arrived in the dead of night and woke her aunt and uncle in a panic, explaining everything. My mother's aunt did the same thing. Put a cup of water at the front door and salted the doorways. Her uncle stayed up that night and sat by the door where my mother and brother would sleep. Nothing else happened but my mom never forgot those eyes. Whoa.

[McLeod Andrews]

Gotta shake that one off.

[Brian Sigley]

I know. We got bulletproof owls. We mentioned the.

[McLeod Andrews]

Yeah, much like Kelly Hopkins very first.

[Brian Sigley]

Episode, the bulletproof owls. And we also got the bulletproof woman. Creepy bulletproof woman in your house.

Yeah. Wow.

[McLeod Andrews]

But this is like. This, like, is the first, like, what feels like home intrusion or like, home invasion of likes of an entity. Cause usually it's like something's in the home already or something's just in your room, but this is something breaking in and throw in a little baby and coming for it. I'm like, no. No. Good story, though.

[Brian Sigley]

Whoa.

[McLeod Andrews]

Also, whenever an animal has human eyes, what a freaky visual.

[Brian Sigley]

I think eyes in general are creepy. They were in that first story, too. When he was in the basement, he saw those eyes. It's just eyes are like a thing. Yeah.

[McLeod Andrews]

I mean, I guess they're the gateways to intelligence, you know, or to pure terror.

[Brian Sigley]

The gateways to pure terror.

So, Fernando, thank you for sharing your mother's terrifying story.

[McLeod Andrews]

Yeah, that was a great story. I'm glad everyone's okay.

[Brian Sigley]

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[Brian Sigley]

All right, welcome back everyone. McLeod. We're going to continue our tour around the world. First here in Mexico. Now we're going to India.

[McLeod Andrews]

Heck yeah. This is awesome.

[Brian Sigley]

I know. This is our first submission from India as well. This is Priya from India. So awesome. Okay, let's get some music going And.

I was born in the US but decided to move back to India to pursue a career in medicine. This incident happened in my last year of med school during my internship. My first rotation was in community medicine. This rotation was supposed to go on for three months and we were assigned to a rural hospital hospital and basically told to go crazy. You know, do doctor stuff. Rural India is different compared to rural America. It's a lot less cosmopolitan. A lot of villages and farms and.

[McLeod Andrews]

Sometimes a few weird superstitions here and there. I don't really judge.

[Brian Sigley]

So if you sleep better at night by hanging some leaves off your door or painting your door red, that's fine. The hospital is a small concrete building which has patient rooms, a small pharmacy near the waiting area, and an equally tiny office for the director next to the waiting area. But behind the hospital was this forest. And I'm not talking the type of forest you see in the States. This place is dense and lush. If you go deep enough, it can get dark and it is loud. It shocked me how loud the forest could be during the day since it.

[McLeod Andrews]

Was creepy and rural. Us girls didn't usually stay for night duty.

[Brian Sigley]

So most of us left to head back to our college at sundown. But there was a midwife who stayed overnight in case women from surrounding villages came to give birth. Trust me, that happened a lot. Sometimes the midwife needed assistance, so we girls made a schedule to decide who would stay with her in the night. Tonight it was my turn. I still remember how off the whole place felt at night. Remember, this place is rural. If middle of nowhere had a name, this would be it. You just feel like something is watching you. I was staying in the bunk house alone since I was the only girl there aside from the midwife and was on call in case I was needed. But it was too hot to sleep and I watched some old movies to pass the time. Outside, I heard some of the boys playing a cricket match and the night watchman listening to his old radio. A totally normal night. Then I heard someone knocking. I assumed that must have been either the midwife or the head nurse. I paused my movie, and just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating, I waited for a bit. I heard the knocking again. I called out, who is it? No answer. They knocked again, this time a bit more aggressive. In hindsight, I should have known that wasn't normal. But I got up and walked towards the door. I didn't open it, though. See, we have this rule during night duty. Do not go out unless someone comes and gets you. We even had a whole seminar in the beginning with the director of the hospital telling us that during the night you'll be fetched if a patient comes, and if it's not the night guard or a peer, do not open the door. So I was getting pissed off because no matter how much I called out a question, the person who knocked didn't say anything. And though I didn't open the door, I did place my hand on the handle.

[McLeod Andrews]

Who are you?

[Brian Sigley]

I asked. No answer.

[McLeod Andrews]

What are you doing outside?

[Brian Sigley]

Is there a patient? No answer yet again. Eventually they stopped and it went quiet. I couldn't even hear the insects outside. Then they started to bang on the door. Whoever was out there was banging so damn hard I was afraid the hinges on the door would burst right off. I grabbed onto the handle and held on tight. Though it was a hot night, I felt goosebumps all over me and had this horrible, horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Maybe it was adrenaline, or maybe my body was trying to tell me something. As a woman, I didn't feel very safe already. But this was something else. The pounding continued for a good five minutes, and then it stopped.

[McLeod Andrews]

Please leave.

[Brian Sigley]

I cried. It was the first thing that came.

[McLeod Andrews]

To mind and I just blurted it out.

[Brian Sigley]

Then I grabbed my phone and called one of my male friends who was in the bunkhouse next to mine, and asked him point blank if he and.

[McLeod Andrews]

The other boys were screwing around with me.

[Brian Sigley]

He said no, and that all of them were watching the cricket match this entire time. I asked if someone had knocked on his door and he said yeah, but they didn't answer it. Well, that was definitely weird. So I told him what happened. He offered to come and get me, but I said no, because what if someone dangerous was outside? I don't want someone to get hurt because I was too much of a coward. So instead he said he'd call the night guard to come and escort me to the clinic. After five minutes I heard the familiar steps of the night guard. He was a nice middle aged guy and wore these old military style boots which made a very distinctive sound. He knocked on the door with his flashlight and called out my name. I had all my stuff gathered at this point and was ready to hightail it out of there. And when I opened the door, I must have looked like hell. He asked me if I was okay and I told him about the knocking. He told me not to worry when he dropped me off in the clinic and went to check the perimeter. Meanwhile, I told the midwife what happened to me and she got this weird look on her face. Soon the night guard returned and the midwife asked if he saw anything. He said no. All he found were some footprints heading back to the forest. The midwife looked spooked when he said that and the night guard was equally scared too. He sat down, his hands trembling as he took a sip from his cup. Then the midwife explained that the footprints weren't heading towards the forest. They were coming towards the bunk houses. The night guard and I looked at her confused and she explained that sometimes things come out of the forest in her village during the night. Things called chur els that have their feet on backwards. I'd heard of churels before. They're like the Indian version of a boogeyman. They were women who had been violently murdered or died tragically and sought revenge against the men who hurt them. The midwife then told me I was lucky because the churels don't hurt women. She said the churel must have knocked on my door because she assumed men were there. And the reason she left is because she heard my voice. The next day, the head nurse took all of us to a local temple and had us blessed. I was still spooked and I'm sure some of the guys were too. But we tried to shut out what happened and move on. I still don't have a logical explanation for this. It could have been a human, it could have been an animal. Gods only know what it was. I just know that I will never work somewhere like that ever again.

[McLeod Andrews]

Brian, I am loving stories from other parts of the world.

[Brian Sigley]

I hope we get more of them.

[McLeod Andrews]

Yeah, I know what I'm hearing about folklore that I never encountered before. Like I never heard about churros.

[Brian Sigley]

I had to really start looking these up because I'd never Heard of this, and they are pretty terrifying. They're cool terrifying.

[McLeod Andrews]

Yeah, they sound super freaky. I mean, like, the idea of something that you kind of recognize, like, it's just a woman, but her feet are backwards and you're like, just some detail that is so wrong. But just a single thing is kind of so scary. Here, hold on.

[Brian Sigley]

I want to Google them.

[McLeod Andrews]

Look at, like. Yeah, there's so many drawings that make them look so wickedly scary.

[Brian Sigley]

Well, they're apparently shape shifters is what Wikipedia says, at least. But what's really compelling to me about them that's different than a lot of. Well, I guess it shares some things with other lore is the idea that they are women who were wronged in some way and then they're, like, spiritually.

[McLeod Andrews]

Resurrected, which, like, is common across many cultures.

[Brian Sigley]

Yeah, but they come back for revenge, particularly against men.

[McLeod Andrews]

It sounds like I made a movie called the Rusalka, which I guess got changed into the Siren, whatever, which is essentially about. It's like. That's a Balkan folklore about something very similar. That's kind of like a woman who haunts a body of water, typically, who.

[Brian Sigley]

Died tragically while, like, lovelorn or love lost or something.

Yeah, well, this one seems like a pretty creepy version. The feet is such a. Like, just such a salient detail that I just like.

[McLeod Andrews]

I know, I know, right? And Priya, though, what an incredible experience. Like, I can understand. I can feel your, like, the sense of kind of like fear and spookiness. I mean, like, being out kind of.

[Brian Sigley]

In the middle of nowhere.

The only woman in your bunk.

[McLeod Andrews]

Yeah, exactly.

[Brian Sigley]

And whether it was a, you know, whether it was a ch' rell or an entity of any kind or just some crazy person who might have just been pounding on the door that night, you know, is frightening enough as is.

Yeah.

Well, thank you, Priya, for sharing this one. This was really cool and really unique. We got one last ad for you guys, and then we're going to be back with one final story, also international.

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[Brian Sigley]

All right, welcome back, McLeod. We got one more story. You got it in you?

[McLeod Andrews]

Yes.

[Brian Sigley]

Well, we're going to go to Canada. This time, not too far afield. This one's from Matt, and this is a weird one. So that's all I'm gonna say.

[McLeod Andrews]

All right, cool.

[Brian Sigley]

Let's get weird in Canada.

Yeah.

This is interesting.

[McLeod Andrews]

Though I'm a scientist and a skeptic at heart, I count three events in.

[Brian Sigley]

My life that I can only describe as supernatural.

[McLeod Andrews]

I'm loathe to use that word, but it's the only one that fits. Two happened when I was young, still in a grade school, and perhaps I can explain them away as the overactive imagination of youth. In truth, I don't believe that.

[Brian Sigley]

But the third.

[McLeod Andrews]

The third was different.

[Brian Sigley]

This happened in the autumn of 2008. I had just finished my PhD and my newlywed wife and I had recently moved into a lake house a bit.

[McLeod Andrews]

South of Petersboro, Ontario. After the past year of living in.

[Brian Sigley]

A major metropolitan city, we were thrilled.

[McLeod Andrews]

To find such a picturesque country home.

[Brian Sigley]

That we could actually afford to rent.

[McLeod Andrews]

Albeit just barely situated on a gently.

[Brian Sigley]

Sloping hillside above the lake. We would spend the evenings on the porch watching the family of raccoons preparing for their nightly escapades. The occasional canoe or kayak, paddling by silence only interrupted by the occasional fishing boat or jet ski. We arrived at our new home in late summer, and it wasn't long before the days shortened and the nights took on a chill. The air filled with the scent of wood smoke and the promise of coming snow. The splendorous display of autumn colors had waned and the few leaves remaining on the trees were brown and withered. It was late fall and winter was near. Though my wife and I were enjoying the solitude of country life. We decided to drive down to Coburg. Hope I'm saying that right, a small town on the north shore of Lake Ontario. To get away for the evening, we had dinner and took a stroll through the couple Blocks that made up the downtown and called it a night.

[McLeod Andrews]

Rather than take the highway, we decided.

[Brian Sigley]

To explore some of the the back roads and take a more meandering route through the countryside. We got into our battered Subaru and hit the road. Driving north on country roads through the gloaming that follows sunset almost, but not quite dark. We passed hay fields and harvested crops, old oaks and maples standing sentinel in the fields, bare branches stretching up to the cloudless sky. It was a November night made for the movies. There should have been an owl. They're back. There should have been an owl hooting and a full moon for all I know. Maybe there was, but that's not what I remember about the night. I was driving and we were rocking out, singing along to our favorite Canadian bands, Apostle of Hustle, Broken Social Scene, Elliot Brood and the like. I remember feeling the warmth of the car's heater, being warm and full and comfortable, laughing together, happy in the way of newlyweds who still can't believe they were lucky enough to find each other and fall in love. As we drove, our headlights illuminated the paved two lane country road and the grasses dying along the shoulder. We drove up the small hills and the rough hewn fence posts would dip and disappear out of sight until we crested the hilltop. Miles and miles of fence posts and barbed wire, of hay fields and trees, working farms and fallow fields. We were laughing. About what, I have no idea, when I saw something ahead, off to the right side of the road, near the fence line. Or rather, there was something I didn't see. My wife had noticed it too. Our laughter died and we both stared ahead at the animate darkness near the fence. It was maybe 50 meters ahead of us when we noticed. I'm not sure if the car slowed, but time certainly did. We watched as a piece of darkness the size of a small dog floated near the fence line, its shape morphing, changing. As we watched, it moved in a way that my brain still can't fully comprehend, shifting and moving directions while completely changing its morphology as it floated in defiance of gravity, in defiance of everything I knew about the physical world. But what was most disturbing was its color. I can only describe it as an absence of light. The headlights did not illuminate it. Rather it was as if it were a moving, mutating piece of utter darkness. No reflections, no indication of a three dimensional shape, no interaction with the physical world. Just darkness in a form I could not comprehend. It was a while before my wife and I spoke again. I looked at her in the passenger seat. She was pallid, staring straight ahead. I couldn't resist. I had to know if she'd seen what I had seen. And so I asked. She nodded, but was reluctant to talk at first. I think we were both trying to take it in, wrap our heads around what we had just seen and experienced. But I needed to know I wasn't alone. That I wasn't the only one that had seen whatever that was, who had been utterly gobsmacked by the stranger strangeness of the thing. She had seen it, too, had seen and felt the same wrongness.

[McLeod Andrews]

Eventually we tried to make sense of.

[Brian Sigley]

It, to explain it away. Like a bad dream, perhaps. We said it was a crow or an owl, some kind of bird. We are both biologists. We've logged thousands of hours in the field studying animals. What we saw was not an animal. No crow, no owl, no bat. No creature moves that way. Perhaps we thought, or hoped, it was a plastic bag caught in the wind. A reasonable explanation, and the one I'm sure I would give to anyone who told me this story. Except I had seen it and my wife had seen it. And that was no garbage bag or errant birthday balloon. It was something else entirely. Something that had form but no dimension. At least no dimension that we understood and no color that we could perceive. Putting the event to words, the whole thing seemed so benign.

[McLeod Andrews]

We saw something dark along the roadside.

[Brian Sigley]

But like I said, it's not so much what you see, it's what you feel. And what we felt was unnatural. It was like getting a glimpse behind the curtain at a magic show.

[McLeod Andrews]

We had seen something we were not.

[Brian Sigley]

Supposed to see, something that wasn't supposed to be there. We sensed its wrongness. The feeling that this was something that didn't fit in this world. We don't talk about it often, as if to do so gives credence to the thing, allowing it to metastasize in our thoughts. Or perhaps it's because we got a glimpse of something we weren't supposed to see. And though we were lucky enough to pass by unnoticed, talking about it and calling attention to the thing, maybe just possibly call its attention back to us.

[McLeod Andrews]

Oh, man, Matt, you've got a. You're not just a biologist. You've got a way with words, sir.

[Brian Sigley]

He does.

[McLeod Andrews]

Great vocabulary.

[Brian Sigley]

That's what I liked about, like. It just. It brought a lot of gravity to what was a simple sighting. It seemed, you know, just weird, dark thing on the side of the road.

[McLeod Andrews]

Your point is well taken, Brian. That, like, what is unique about and I think about Matt's insight is that it's like some things on some of these. A lot of these stories on their face are kind of easy to dismiss. Are not terribly like, you know, it's. Priya, ultimately, what happens.

[Brian Sigley]

Somebody knocked on the door and didn't respond.

[McLeod Andrews]

Before that shadow in your room. Shadow in your room, swearing you felt.

[Brian Sigley]

Fingertips on your shoulder. I don't know.

[McLeod Andrews]

It's like the. How much do we trust our human senses to tell us when something just is wrong?

[Brian Sigley]

Like, doesn't fit and like, that.

[McLeod Andrews]

Maybe it's, like, beyond our eyes. Beyond what our senses, our traditional five senses can tell us. Our intuition, so to speak.

[Brian Sigley]

Yeah. It's what makes all these stories resonate, because it's not necessarily about, you know, the hand on the shoulder. It's about that sense. Like, this is not right.

Right.

You know, this is. Something terrible is happening to me, and this is terrifying. I also really liked in this story how Matt kind of just put us in his head space as he's walking through, trying to rationalize it and, like, shooting down all the things that it couldn't. Cause I was like, it could have been. It's like, oh, it's a balloon or.

[McLeod Andrews]

A. Yeah, I know. And he literally shot down my first two. My first two was like, it's like a party balloon or a trash bag, like a plastic bag.

[Brian Sigley]

He really worked through it, and he's like, I cannot explain this. And I think that's why these stories resonate with everybody, because everyone has. You know, maybe you didn't have something standing in your room, but everyone's had that experience where, like, you feel like you aren't alone, or you. You feel like you hear something on the wind or just whatever it is where you just. Something just tickles the back of your neck in a weird way. And it's kind of a universal thing, I feel like. And that's why these stories are so enticing and so resonant for me at least maybe for hopefully for everyone else.

Yeah. You know what?

[McLeod Andrews]

Honestly, I almost like the more obtuse stories more like the ones that are just kind of harder to penetrate and are just kind of more this kind of, like, general.

[Brian Sigley]

What's the word I'm looking for?

[McLeod Andrews]

Abstract sense of foreboding and terror and, like.

[Brian Sigley]

Yeah, well, you hit the nail on the head, Matt. Thank you for sending that. And I guess this is a perfect segue into reminding all you awesome listeners if you've experienced anything. It didn't have to be something standing in your room or, you know, creepy hand or something like that. Send it our way. You know, we [e-mail] you can also find us on Instagram itingspod. Send us message on there. We're collecting the stories and putting them together for you guys and just love going around the world and just seeing all these weird, creepy, unsettling things that have tormented you guys. But yeah, again, we'll be back next month with some awesome new stories. McLeod, any parting thoughts for everyone?

[McLeod Andrews]

No, just keep it, keep it coming. These were awesome. I really enjoyed this.

[Brian Sigley]

Absolutely. So thanks again, everyone. We'll see you in a month. And until then, stay spooky.

All right, bye, everyone.

Bye.

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[Brian Sigley]

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