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Hi, everyone, it's Billy Hindle here. Today we are sharing the first episode from one of our incredible RQ Network podcasts, the Cellar Letters. After a series of traumatic events, Nate and his dog Bella move across the country to the east coast. Nate, desperately seeking a fresh start, documents the whole process, exploring the perfect new house, loads of space, a yard for Bella to run in, unbelievably low rent. But there's something not quite right. Something about the house feels wrong. There's knocking noises in the nighttime, not to mention the locked room in the basement filled with letters about strange occurrences and ghostly figures. Who wrote these letters? And why are they all stored in the cellar? And what exactly was Nate running from in the first place? Join Nate, his dog, and his friend Steve as they search for answers. Find other brilliant episodes in this series by searching for the seller letters wherever you listen to podcasts, clicking the link in the show notes or on rustyquill.com have fun and enjoy the episode.
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Hey, guys. Okay, that was way too excited. Let me try that again. Hey, guys. God, what am I, the fucking crew keeper? Hey, guys. How's it going? Here we go. That's the one. Anyway, so you're probably wondering what this whole thing is. So I'm currently in the middle of a move out to the east coast with a friend of mine. And as luck would have it, I'm one of the millions of people that is currently unemployed because of this fucking pandemic. Now, I'm sure it goes without saying, but I'm about to have way, way too much free time on my hands. So I asked myself, self, what are you gonna do with yourself? So I started brainstorming. I could make an Instagram for my dog. People love dogs. She'll get a Chewy sponsorship. It'll be great. I could make a TikTok. But I definitely can't dance. And I promise you that nobody's gonna want to see me throw it back. Nobody. So this, my friends, is option three. I'm making a podcast audio diary thing. Honestly, I'm not even really sure what it. What it is we're gonna be talking about on this thing. It could be just me and Steve rambling on and on about movies or games or music or whatever. You get the point. You. Who am I even talking to here? Odds are the only people that'll end up listening to this are my family and friends. Honestly, there are worse things I could be spending my time on. Like I said, I could be throwing it back and you would be throwing it up. Well, mom, dad and other assorted family members stick around because I promise that I'm gonna take this whole podcast thing way, way too seriously. Because this is the. The I don't have a name for this thing yet, so we can fill in the blank later. Anyway, format wise, I'm basically just gonna click record anytime a new thought or idea pops into my head. That can definitely be a good or bad idea, depending on the thought, but we're just gonna roll it. Alright, well, I will talk to you all later. Love you. Bye. What up? Just checking in to let you all know. And you heard it here first. I absolutely hate packing. I hate it. I literally leave tomorrow and I feel like I have almost nothing done. Even though right now, right in front of me, I see boxes and boxes and boxes. A bag and oh, look, what's that? That, my dear listener, is a box. Terrific. Gotta finish this up. Alright, later. Good morning, everybody. To reiterate what I said last night, packing sucks. But the deed is done, the car is loaded up and I'm good to go. Just gotta grab the dog and head out. For those of you that can't see her, which you know is all of you, my dog's a little Cutie. She's a 45ish pound Aussie named Bella. And no, before you ask, she isn't named after that girl from Twilight. She's named after the girl from New Moon. There's a difference. Team Edward. Say hi, Bella. Say hi. Eh, worth a shot. Well, I'm out of here. I'll check in with you guys when I'm settled in the new house. Bye. So I lied to you guys. I'm not at the house yet. But I started thinking. I haven't even told you all about the house yet, so it's honestly a pretty sick situation. I was on Zillow one night, which I honestly do way too often, just dreaming about where I'll go and what I'll do once all this craziness is over. And then I saw it. An opportunity that was way too good to pass up. Okay, get this. A four bedroom, two bath house, fully furnished, attic, basement, and a big green yard for Bella to run around. And honestly, even without my friends splitting the rent, it would be completely doable. Alone. Seriously, it would be stupid not to do it. Um, that's. That's weird. Anyway, I'm getting there a few days early to scope everything out and get Bella acclimated to the place. I don't think Steve will be too far behind me though. Alright, this time for real the next time you hear from me, I will definitely, most likely be in the house. Okay. Say bye, Bella. Say say bye. Bye, guys. This place is. It's nuts. Honestly, I don't even know where to start. It's huge. It's gonna be perfect for having people over when we can legally have people over again. And my bedroom is fucking massive. So much room for activities. That's a bad joke. But yeah, it's big. Seriously, whoever let go of this house is an idiot. Anyway, I am beat. I'm going to unpack a bit and then pass out. Good night. Okay. I have no idea what's going on. It's like 3am and I keep hearing this weird knocking noise coming from downstairs. I don't know if the mic's gonna pick it up, but. Let's see. Figures. Now that I start recording, there's nothing going on. That's annoying. Anyway, I'm just gonna go back to bed. Good night. Hey, coming at you live from the new house. There's absolutely nothing going on. Haven't heard the knocking since last night. Honestly, it was probably just the pipes or something. Well, seeing as there's nothing going on and Steve is nowhere to be found, I'm just gonna go. Okay, catch you later. By. Okay. I really need to find a way to have this damn thing record every time it picks up a sound. So I'm sitting here on TikTok and I hear this fucking banging again. It's every few seconds. It's really faint, but. Okay, I'm gonna Google it. I'm sure there's a way to set this thing. I really need to clean my browser history. Oh, that was fast. And I'm an idiot. It's literally in the options. Active recording. Check. Shouldn't be able to pick up that damn knocking now. Alright, Sam. Hey guys. I just listened to that recording from last night and honestly, I have no idea what that was. Honestly, getting a little creeped out here. I don't know. I'm gonna give the landlord a call to see if it's some kind of plumbing thing. Okay. It's ringing. Hey. Hey, Jim. How's it going? I'm good, I'm good. I actually have a question about the place. So I've been hearing this weird noise every night. I think it might be a pipe or something. Do you know anything about that? Okay, okay. Okay. Well, thank you. If I have any more questions, I'll let you know. Thanks. Bye. Alright, so that was kind of weird. All he said was, yeah, no, it's fine. Don't worry about that. Not really sure how to take that. Okay, so I know literally nothing about plumbing, but I'm gonna go in the basement, see if I can find whatever's making that noise. Yay. Wish me luck. Okay, cool. So the light doesn't work, so I'll just use my phone. First things first. It is uncomfortably dark down here, so this will be Steve's room. Looking at the pipes. I'm not really seeing anything. Don't really know what to look for. I'm just looking at pipes. Wait, what is that? It's weird. Jim didn't say anything about another room down here. Okay. There's just more darkness and more pipes. Not really seeing what the issue could be. Okay, I'm gonna go upstairs. Hold on, Bella. I'm okay. It's weird that Jim never mentioned that extra room in the basement. Right? Okay, I'm gonna go down there. Okay. Still. Still really dark down here. That's fantastic. The door is a lock, so I'm gonna use my handy dandy screwdriver and try and get in there. Wish me luck. That's. That's really weird. There's. There's just a wall of file cabinets. Let's open one. Jesus. There's some rows and rows of letters here. Like hundreds of them. I'm gonna take a few of these upstairs. I'll be right back. Okay, so this. This letter is really, really weird. So there's number eight on it at the top, and it says 134 West Valley Road. I'm just gonna read it. I think she's getting closer. I'm seeing her more and more lately. When I'm walking to the kitchen, when I'm heading to bed, she's there. She always looks the same. Pale white gown that looks like it's from a different time. Deep dark eyes. I feel like I'm going crazy. I'm scared. I think I'm even starting to hear her. It sounds like she. Like she needs help. That was fucking weird. I'm just gonna assume that the 8 means there are more of these. Yeah, I'm not even gonna bother asking Jim about anything downstairs because clearly he has no idea what the fuck is going on. Yeah, I'm not. I'm not going down there again today. I'm a little freaked out. Okay, so, guys, I'm gonna go to bed with the lights on, and I will talk to you later. Good.
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