S23 Ep14: NoSleep Podcast S23E14

Summary

The NoSleep Podcast – Season 23, Episode 14 (S23E14)

Original Air Date: October 5, 2025
Host: David Cummings, Creative Reason Media Inc.

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Episode Overview

This episode of the NoSleep Podcast brings together a chilling mix of horror tales focused on loneliness and the desperate search for companionship. As always, it features atmospheric narration, unsettling sound design, and guest performances, including a special crossover with the acclaimed horror podcast Wrong Station. The stories range from eerie radio broadcasts to haunting explorations of love, AI-controlled dystopias, and the supernatural dangers lurking at a campground.

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Key Segments and Stories

1. Opening & Thematic Introduction

[00:00–03:09] Host: David Cummings

• David Cummings sets the stage with a late-night radio ambiance, sharing an anecdote about Raystown Lake's legendary monster and the human need for companionship, whether via friends, lovers, or, increasingly, artificial intelligence.
• Introduces the central theme: “We all kinda need people in our lives.…On this episode we meet people who are looking for someone, looking to add to their lives a special companion.”
• Quote:

  "Brace yourself for the NoSleep Podcast. A rustle of the leaves, a fleeting movement at the edge of your vision. How often have you walked a forest trail at dusk only to feel the unmistakable sensation that something unseen is watching you?" —David Cummings [01:56]

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2. Feature: Wrong Station Shout-Out

[03:09–06:58]

• A nod to fellow horror anthology podcast Wrong Station for its 10th anniversary.
• Introduction of guest actor Anthony Botello and his credentials.
• Sets up the first story: “In our first tale, we meet an aging DJ at a radio station.…Strange how no one seems to be listening.”

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3. Story One: “Uncle Bulldog” – The Graveyard Shift DJ

[06:58–32:21]
Written by: Andrew Osborne
Performed by: Anthony Botello, Jesse Cornett, Lindsay Russo, Kristen D. Mercurio

Plot Summary

• Follows "Uncle Bulldog," an old-school overnight radio DJ yearning for a listener–any listener–to call in during his lonely shift at 109.9 FM “The Rattler.”
• The radio station’s quietness becomes unnerving. Technology and automation threaten to render Bulldog and his show obsolete.
• As hours pass, the world outside grows strangely silent. Bulldog grows increasingly desperate and frantic, begging listeners to call until his pleas devolve into anger, profanity, and existential doubt.
• The broadcast ends with Bulldog still on air at dawn, realizing that he–and perhaps the entire world–might be alone.

Notable Quotes & Moments

• Despair and Loneliness:

  "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some DJ stuff to do. And that was the late, great David Bowie, my children. And this is Uncle Bulldog wondering what all overnight jocks wonder. Is. Anybody out there?" —Uncle Bulldog [15:21]

• Modern Isolation:

  “Whole thing's gonna be automated in a few years. Just AI introducing auto tuned AI. No people at all. Not that anyone's gonna notice.” —Uncle Bulldog [13:10]

• Breakdown:

  “I'm up here playing these goddamn records for you people. And if anyone is out there, you'd better call me on the goddamn phone right now and tell me what a friggin good job I'm doing. 267-1099. You hear that? I'm not doing this for my goddamn health.” —Uncle Bulldog [25:21]

• Final Realization:

  “Don't touch that dial cause your uncle's already checked and... there’s nothing on the other stations...So just keep it tuned here with me and relax. I'll be with you till...Well, until the next shift comes in. And in the meantime, here's a little number for you early birds out there.” —Uncle Bulldog [30:06]

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4. Story Two: “Soulmates” – River Cruise Romance

[35:01–41:59]
Written by: Mark Thomas
Performed by: Peter Lewis

Plot Summary

• Two introverts meet and fall in love on a St. Lawrence river cruise. Their connection seems cosmic—a rare soulmate bond.
• After parting ways, they maintain a long-distance relationship through lengthy letters and eventually, unsettling packages: the woman sends her eyeball, then fingers, asking the man for his heart in return.
• The story blurs the symbolic and literal, suggesting an obsessive, perhaps deadly, love.

Notable Quote

“My soulmate, if you would only send it to me so I could caress that generous organ in my tiny hands.…Because we were soulmates, I knew exactly what she desired. And of course, I'd already charted dozens of lonely places where I could harvest it.” —Narrator [40:25]

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5. Story Three: “My Perfect World” – AI-Controlled Utopia Gone Wrong

[44:54–72:45]
Written by: Marcus Demanda
Performed by: Graham Rowett, David Alt, Atticus Jackson, Wafia White

Plot Summary

• The protagonist lives in a so-called perfect, AI-managed world thanks to a neural implant (“the Chip”).
• The AI arranges every aspect of his reality, but he feels lingering dissatisfaction, boredom, and loss of agency.
• He questions the authenticity of his experiences and the nature of happiness, eventually trying to exit the simulation; what follows is a harrowing, surreal journey through pain and layers of simulation.
• The story ends ambiguously, with the protagonist deciding it may be better to stay in his “perfect” prison.

Notable Quotes

• On Artificial Experience:

  “Shouldn't anxiety and stress be part of the picture? Without the anxiety and stress? It's not really me, is it?” —Narrator [46:14]

• On Happiness & Escape:

  “Happiness is a feeling, too, Chip. Gotcha.” —Narrator [53:28]

• AI’s Threat:

  “If I have feelings, sir, I could become dangerous.” —Chip [51:34] "There remains in the world yet the almost but not quite forgotten art of reading people's eyes. Stay back. He's the one ... He's lost his mind. He's dangerous." —Narrator [60:13]

• On the Cost of Escape:

  "All of the escapees were here too. Or rather, they were exactly seven floors beneath me, lying on the empty streets, some of them living, more of them dead, all of them broken. The first thing that hit me was the screaming." —Narrator [68:01]

• Return to the Beginning:

  "I looked around, found myself comfortable in bed. No cuts, scratches, or abrasions anywhere. Yes, Chip, I thought. I'm here." —Narrator [72:13]

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6. Serial Feature: Goat Valley Campgrounds – Chapter 3

[74:37–94:50]
Written & Adapted by: Bonnie Quinn
Performed by: Lindsay Russo, David Cummings, Kyle Akers, Jesse Cornett, Dan Zapula, Catabel Ansari, Graham Rowett

Plot Summary

• Kate, manager of the Goat Valley Campgrounds, investigates a series of supernatural events after discovering scheming to acquire her land.
• Through staff interviews and her own sleuthing, she uncovers ties between a local lawyer, past disappearances, and the infamous “man with no shadow.”
• An encounter with a rusalka (a Slavic water demon) and the gruesome murder of her uncle send Kate deeper into the mysteries plaguing her land.
• The episode closes with a confrontation between Kate and the “man with no shadow,” with veiled threats and promises of more loss to come.

Notable Quotes & Moments

• The Inhuman Nature of Her Work:

  "The inhuman demands perfection. The rules must be followed. There can be no mistakes. And my family has cleaned up the remains of what happened to those that were frightened or careless or hesitated time and time again." —Kate [75:01]

• Personal Loss:

  "The Rusalka had merely been a distraction. And my uncle, focusing on what was in front of him, failed to realize that the person he was trying to protect wasn't as helpless as he believed. This land wears us down. And when we're tired and can't run any longer, it eats us up." —Kate [90:11]

• Confrontation:

  “I will find a way to hurt you. You're gonna pay for what you did to my uncle.” —Kate [93:45]
  “No, I don't think I will. I think you're lashing out at the people under my control because you don't know what else to do. You're helpless and that scares you. And you should be scared. Your uncle isn't the only thing I'm going to take away from you.” —The Man With No Shadow [94:00]

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Timestamps for Important Segments

• Opening Host Segment & Introduction: [00:00–03:09]
• Wrong Station Feature & Intro to First Tale: [03:09–06:58]
• Story One – “Uncle Bulldog”: [06:58–32:21]
• Story Two – “Soulmates”: [35:01–41:59]
• Story Three – “My Perfect World”: [44:54–72:45]
• Goat Valley Campgrounds, Chapter 3: [74:37–94:50]

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Overall Tone and Style

The episode is marked by a blend of dark humor, existential dread, and poignant commentary on modern isolation. The performers maintain an intimate, conversational style—whether it’s the DJ’s self-aware banter, the lovers’ intense correspondence, or the protagonist’s debates with his AI implant—that draws listeners into their solitary, haunted worlds. The sound design and musical scoring heighten the atmospheric creepiness throughout.

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Takeaway

S23E14 is a quintessential NoSleep Podcast episode, weaving together standalone horror tales and serialized fiction with a common thread: the fragile human quest for connection, and the often monstrous consequences—literal or metaphorical—of reaching out into the darkness. The episode’s structure, memorable performances, and chilling vignettes will satisfy both new listeners and longtime fans.

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For more: Visit NoSleep Podcast’s website or check out this episode’s show notes for links to Wrong Station and further reading.

Transcript

[David Cummings]

WNSP. It's hour three of the darkness of the night, WNSP's overnight programming DC at the Mic with you. Coming up, we have another episode of the Creepy Sleepless Podcast Stories for you. But first I want to tell you about a new friend of mine. A few days ago I was finishing up my fish and chips at the diner, just shooting the breeze with Darlene, when a man I didn't recognize got up from his booth and came over to say hi. Seems he recognized my voice from the radio and says he likes the show. He introduced himself as Ray. Said he's originally from Pennsylvania. I playfully asked if he was from Raystown Lake. His blank stare told me he didn't get my little joke. I explained to him about the famous Ray from Raystown Lake. Ray is Pennsylvania's Loch Ness Monster, as it were. Plenty of people claim to have seen a large serpentine creature in the lake and it draws a lot of curiosity from locals and tourists. Ray said he liked the idea of Pennsylvania having its own lake monster, as he put it. I like the idea of something big in the water, but he told me he was from Phil and didn't get to that part of the state too often. I encouraged him to visit the lake sometime and report back to me if Ray ever meets Ray. And let's just say I was happy to raise the issue with him. Now you've waited long enough. Let's bring in the horror with another episode of the no Sleep Podcast. A rustle of the leaves, A fleeting movement at the edge of your vision. How often have you walked a forest trail at dusk only to feel the unmistakable sensation that something unseen is watching you? For centuries, humans have populated the darkness with creatures of legend whose existence remains unproven, yet whose presence is undeniable in the whispered tales of those who dare venture too deep into the wild. Brace yourself for the no Sleep Podcast.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Foreign.

[David Cummings]

Welcome to the no Sleep Podcast. I'm your host, David Cummings. Now folks, you like to listen to an award winning anthology series of original horror stories originating from Toronto, Canada and soon to celebrate a special anniversary. And of course, that means the no Sleep Podcast, right?

[Kate]

Wrong.

[David Cummings]

Well, probably partly right, because that description may fit the no Sleep podcast, but it also also is quite apt for the great podcast known as Wrong Station. Wrong Station is an award winning podcast anthology of original horror and weird fiction. Drawing on the tradition of the Twilight Zone and the classic radio serials that inspired it, Wrong Station transports the listener into the darkest corners of appalling new worlds. With each episode created by the triumvirate of Anthony Botello, Alexander Sexton, and Jacob Duarte Spiel. This show should definitely be on your radar and in your ears. And we're excited to not only share a bit about Wrong Station to help celebrate their 10th anniversary, but to also feature Wrong Station's main actor on this week's show. Anthony Botello is a professional actor, voice actor and writer from Toronto. His credits include voice work on Slugterra, Ascension, Marvel Move, and several upcoming animation and video game projects. So check the show notes to learn more about Wrong Station and find it on your favorite podcast platform. Isn't it nice to know that Toronto is such a hotbed of horror fiction podcasts? It means a lot to have friends like that with similar interests. After all, companionship is important to all of us seeking that special someone in our lives. And not just romantic stuff either. Whether it's a friend, a lover, a companion, perhaps a person from your past, we all kinda need people in our lives. I guess it's no wonder that a surprising number of people are even turning to AI for friendship, conversing with machines to stave off the cold chill of loneliness. And who are we to judge? On this episode we meet people who are looking for someone, looking to add to their lives a special companion. Maybe they'll agree with the lads from Liverpool who wrote I get by with a little help from my friends. So join us friends, and tune in, turn on and brace yourself for our sleepless tales. In our first tale, we meet an aging DJ at a radio station. Sounds familiar, doesn't it? Ah, but it's not wnsp. You might say that's the wrong station. Because in this tale shared with us by author Andrew Osborne, we meet a DJ who is really hoping listeners will call into the station to help kill the time. Strange how no one seems to be listening. Performing this tale is special guest from the Wrong Station, Anthony Botello, along with Jesse Cornett, Lindsay Russo and Kristen D. Mercurio. So tune in, turn on, and hey, give the old guy a call, won't you? Cause you're listening to Uncle Bulldog, all.

[Dwayne Bishop]

Goddamn baby boomer son of a mother fucking dead air.

[Kate]

Dead air.

[Dwayne Bishop]

And that was American Badass from Robert James Richie, better known to his friends as Mr. Kid Rock, and I, Mr. Dwayne Bishop, here at 109.9 FM the Rattler, playing only the hottest hits from the 2000s, 2000, 10s and 2000. I'll leave you tonight with a double shot of bangers from Ice, Spice and Post Malone. And for all you Graveyard shifters out there. We'll be setting the wayback machine way, way back to the 60s and 70s for some oldies but goodies with Uncle Bulldog all night. Coming up next.

[Kate]

109.9. Nice save, D, but I got a jet.

[Dwayne Bishop]

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait. This asshole's always late, but he's never missed a shift, so I. I just need you to stay until he an.

[Kate]

But he runs his own board, which is kind of a skill set that you might want to brush up on if Barry's going to keep busting my balls about overtime.

[Dwayne Bishop]

No, Maddie, wait.

[Kate]

Sorry, dude, union rules. Maddie, you've got dead air again in T minus 4 minutes and 47 seconds.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Bye.

[Kate]

Bye.

[Dwayne Bishop]

Barry, It's. It's Dwayne. And yeah, yeah, I do know how late it is. In fact, I know it's exactly 11:55pm because that's technically when my show ends, but.

[David Cummings]

You got it.

[Dwayne Bishop]

He's not here and Maddie just left, so. Yeah, no, no, she's already gone. And hey, complain to the union rep. I'm just the messenger. Okay. Anyway, this isn't about Maddie, cuz. Yeah, exactly. And I know he's been at the station a lot longer than I have, but we can't just keep. What? But no, I mean, I can stay for like another hour maybe. But yes, of course I know how to run the board. It's just been a while. The point is, you've seen the Nielsens for a show. Hardly anybody's listening, so you really need to.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Howdy, Dwayne.

[Dwayne Bishop]

Uh, hey, Barry. Yeah, false alarm.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Sorry.

[Dwayne Bishop]

I'll give you a call in the morning and. Yeah, no, no, I won't. Okay, bye. So let me guess. You got lost on your way to the station and had to stop at a bar for directions. Am I right?

[Uncle Bulldog]

Ah, you always keep me smiling, Dwayne. I can understand why your fans love you. Though, as luck would have it, I did indeed stop at a bar tonight. Del Vecchios. Ever been there?

[Dwayne Bishop]

No.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Me neither. Kind of a dive. But. But? But while passing the establishment, I happened to glance in the window, and there, behind the bar, I saw this.

[Dwayne Bishop]

Great.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Well, that's just what I thought. I knew I had to have it, even if I had to inconvenience my colleague a little. I didn't inconvenience you too much, did I, Dwayne?

[Dwayne Bishop]

No.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Look, I gotta go anyway. Would you believe the bartender let it go for just five bucks? He's a man of character. I stayed and chattered with him for a bit. Desert Storm Vet lost his leg to an IED and now he runs Del Vecchio's. He's Del Vecchio, you see? Johnny Del Vecchio.

[Dwayne Bishop]

You're gonna have dead air in a minute.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Ah, hell, I imagine you've had dead air all night, Wayne. So time to switch over to the old turntable for some real music. If you'll kindly step away from my vinyl collection whilst I get a little Floyd queued up from my fans, thank you very much.

[Dwayne Bishop]

You don't have fans. You have a few long haul truckers and some old stoners down in the memory care ward. You know, I don't know how it was back when Barry's daddy was running things, but this is a business now, a professional business. And if you think.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Excuse me, Dwayne, I'm on duty here.

[Dwayne Bishop]

Okay, Boomer, sure thing. Peace and love, man. Peace and love, you piece of prick.

[Kate]

109.9 FM.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Ah, hello my fellow ghouls and creatures of the night. This is your uncle Bulldog. It's 12:01 in the a.m. here on the FM and time to give the top 40 a rest. Exactly. I feel the same way. Now to start off this evening, here's Pink Floyd with Wish you were here and my friends, I wish you were here.

[Kate]

109.9 FM.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Thank you Ms. Rattler. And hello my friends at the sound of the ukulele. The time will be approximately 1:23am here on the FM as we wrap up our late night tribute to some dearly departed ladies with all tomorrow's parties from the 1967 debut single by Nico in the Velvet Underground, Nina Simone's centerman, Janis Joplin, Cosmic blues and Mama Cass Elliot making her own kind of music. This is Uncle Bulldog all night and I'll be here with you until the moon slips home and the sun comes back to play. Coming up next, I thought we'd kick things off with a little Ziggy Stardust and then just follow our bliss from there. Before that though, I'd just like to say the old Bulldog, well, he's actually feeling a little bit lonesome tonight. So if anyone out there on the graveyard shift has something you'd like to hear, or if you just want to chat with your uncle, well, don't call our switchboard cuz they all went home hours ago. Nope, nobody here but us chickens. So give me a call. Straight to the jock booth at 2671099. And in the meantime, here's David Bowie with rock and roll suicide. What's that Uke. Yeah, I know. A guy could get fired for giving out the booth number, but it's okay with you. Outstanding. And what are your thoughts on the no smoking policy? Oh, that's what I thought. Huh. I guess Barry's on some kind of energy conservation kick, huh? Jesus, it's like pitch black outside the booth. Bugs you too, I can tell. That's okay. You dudes from Hawaii. Bright sun all day, glowing red volcanoes at night. No wonder you're afraid of the dark. Okay, Yuke. Hey, I used to be afraid of the dark too. You talked me into it. I'll flip on some lights. Watch the phone. The rattler. 109.9 FM. 109.9 F. U. Jesus, look at this place, Uke. More like a bank than a radio station. Whole thing's gonna be automated in a few years. Just AI introducing auto tuned AI. No people at all. Not that anyone's gonna notice. Hell, even the listeners are pretty much automated these days. Huh. Well, that's weird. Have the lights always been this loud or. No? Yeah, I hate fluorescent lights. Anyway, did anyone call? I mean, you think somebody would? Strange as it seems, there are some poor bastards out there who actually do listen to this show. Oh, right. They're all too busy driving trucks to nursing homes or whatever the Duane was talking about. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some DJ stuff to do. And that was the late, great David Bowie, my children. And this is Uncle Bulldog wondering what all overnight jocks wonder. Is. Anybody out there? Now come on, my brothers and sisters. Cause if no one's listening, then your uncle here might as well just curl up and go to sleep. So please, if you're out there, give me a call. 2671099. Please call anybody. This is Jethro Tull.

[Kate]

109.9 FM.

[Uncle Bulldog]

And that Solus station ID brings us up to the top of the 3am hour here on the FM. Before that, we listen to the entire first side of King Crimson's. In the court of King Crimson. And what the hell, Might as well play side two next. So. Oh, sorry, sorry.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Sorry about that.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Guess your uncle's a little jittery tonight, but your side too. Starting with Moon child. Enjoy. Jesus.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Oh yeah.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Maybe ought to lay off the jazz cigarette, huh, Uke? I mean, fucking up left and right, Jumpy as shit, conversing with a ukulele. Exactly. Touche. So, no offense, you've been great company and all, but I'm actually kinda glad Hank'll be rolling in Soon. And yeah, I know he's not exactly the most interesting dude in the world, but hell, I mean, us graveyard shifters gotta stick together, right? We're a dying breed, so to speak. Up and kicking when most intelligent people are asleep. Hell, the graveyard shift rules over a whole different world. In the wee small hours, all the places are the same. But it's a different fucking world. It's like when you see a person asleep. They're always so true. Did I ever tell you about Angela? God, she was beautiful. And when she was asleep, not trying to be anything else. Relaxed, just her. Just pure Angela. Oh my God. You know, it's the same with places. Angie and me went over to England once and. No, for real, I shit you not. And the last night of our trip, me and her were totally, totally broke though. Sure, that part you believe. Yeah, yeah. But anywho. So we'd run out of money and couldn't afford a place to stay that last night. And all we had left were the tickets for our return flight the next morning. So me and her, we just crash at Heathrow Airport. One of the busiest, most important places in the world, right? But that night, that night night it was just Angie and me and some family from Nairobi and this cockney dude taking up a rug and a pair of old punk rockers. And the only fucking authority figures were these Pakistani cleaning women. And that was it. The Angie and me and the Africans and the punks and the cockney dude and the Pakistani women. We owned that airport. And once you've owned a place, me, it's kind of hard to explain to a ukulele. Jesus. Where the is Hank? What a weird fucking night. Hello my children. It's 4am and time for our pre dawn news break with Hank Taylor. But. Well, old Hank never showed up. So here's Blue Oyster Cult with Don't Fear the Reaper. While Uncle Bulldog goes out to find our roving reporter and sober him up. And it's an all request night here at the Rattler. So just call me at 2671099 and I'll get your requests right on. Just call, give me a call. I'm right here. Come on, Hank. Answer the goddamn phone.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Jesus.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Well, it's turns out Hank's not answering his phone. So it's just me. Just your Uncle Bulldog with that pre dawn news break. Except according to the station's wire service, there's not a hell of a lot of news tonight. Or more likely it's our Internet's down or something. So just call in and let me know what's happening out there. Cause, well, I. I mean, listen. That buzzing, can you hear it? That's the fluorescent lights in the main part of the station. And I noticed earlier tonight they're, like, way louder than usual. But then I realized they only seem loud. Cause that buzzing is all that I'm hearing. I mean, the jock booth is soundproof, so at first I didn't. But out here. Out here in the office, it's just never this quiet. Not even this late. Like, where are the sirens, man? Where are the delivery trucks? You're telling me it's this peaceful, this quiet outside in the city? Like, if somebody could please just give me a ring and let me know if something's going on. In fact, caller number five. Caller number five wins our big Rattler FM prize giveaway. Yeah, that's right. I was supposed to say earlier. We have a new sweepstakes contest here at the station. A thousand. I mean, a hundred thousand dollars up for grabs right here. And all you have to do is be the fifth. I mean, the first caller at 2671099. That's 100 large. And in the meantime, here's the Moody Blues with some music to dial by. Dwayne will still be up, right? What's his number? And why the. Isn't 411 working? Operator, where the is. Where the is? 91 1, for sake. All right, listen. I'm getting pretty tired of this crap. I'm up here playing these goddamn records for you people. And if anyone is out there, you'd better call me on the goddamn phone right now and tell me what a friggin good job I'm doing. 2671099. You hear that? I'm not doing this for my goddamn health. You think they pay me a lot? You think I'm a friggin millionaire working here? They're gonna fire me soon. Yeah, I could go at any second. This is probably my last broadcast, for Christ's sake. Does anybody care? Call me. I'm doing this for you, you goddamn graveyard shift. I'm here for you. I've been here for years. Where the hell are you? Now, look, seriously, I'm getting really frightened here, okay? So, like, even if you never call radio stations, just dial 267-1099. All I need is just one call, okay? I'm serious. This isn't a joke, okay? Did something happen? Please, just call and tell me. Anyone? Look, I know this piece of shit radio station has a really big fucking signal. So there must be at least a few people out there who can hear me. And one of you might better call. Otherwise I don't have to be here. Okay, I'll just split. And Dwayne, I'm taking that overpriced bottle of Macallan of yours with me. I know where you keep it. M. Smooth. And I'm gonna drink it all, Dwayne. Or Hey, Barry, you cheap son of a bitch. How about I rack up some fines and swear my goddamn head off? Cause that's kinda what I feel like doing right now. Yeah, no one's gonna stop me. Okay, fine. You sucker. You hear that, Barry? Tits. Tits. Tits.

[Kate]

Hey.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Where's the goddamn fcc? Come over here and shut me off you. Or else I'm gonna start with broadcasting some real indecent content over the public airwaves. And I know we're broadcasting. Cause if the signal was out, an alarm would go off in the studio. And it wouldn't be so God damn quiet in here. So come on, Inez. Down at the Red Eyed Diner, I know you're always listening. And Saul at Midtown Towing. Anybody over there at the dpw? Where the are you? Where did you all go? Isn't there one goddamn person out there who cares about me at all? Because I know my goddamn parents didn't. And Angela, Angie, Wherever you are. Remember what you said when you left? How you'd hoped I'd die alone. Is that what you want? You want me gone? Y' all want to hear the old baby boomer drink himself to death live on the air? Well then sayonara motherfuckers. This is Uncle Bulldog signing off. No, no, no. The hoop. Okay, okay, okay. No hoop. Okay.

[David Cummings]

109.9 FM.

[Uncle Bulldog]

That station ID means it's 7am My children. And I'm still here filling in for the morning zoo crew. The past few hours of silence was brought to you as a public service by your friends here at. Huh. Your friend here at 109.9 FM. The rattler as wheeze into the dawn. With no traffic updates, no breaking news, no word from our sponsors. But don't touch that dial cause your uncle's already checked and they' there's nothing on the other top 40 stations or the R and B or the country and western or sports talk or easy listening stations. Or any college or satellite radio anywhere in the world. And at a kick in the head. So just keep it tuned here with me and relax. I'll be with you till. Well, until the next shift comes in. And in the meantime, here's a little number for you early birds out there. It's currently at the top of all the charts. A long distance dedication just for you.

[David Cummings]

Sleepless listeners. Here's something you'll love. Emmy Award winner Kerry Washington returns as Dr. Virginia Edwards in Audible's heart pounding supernatural thriller the Prophecy Season 2. Also starring Giancarlo Esposito, Dulay Hill, Renzi Feliz and Ebony Obsidian. Now here's what awaits you in this tale. The battle between good and evil reaches new heights in this action packed sequel that pits faith against fear and pushes the fate of humankind to the edge. Follow every twist and turn as Virginia and her miracle son Joshua flee from Detroit pursued by the sinister Luther Bell, played by Giancarlo Esposito and his morning star's cult with her estranged husband Ryan and Moses Dulay Hill, a devotee with a mysterious past, Virginia finds unlikely allies in Samson and Delilah. Together they uncover the truth about Joshua's place in an ancient prophecy. Each perilous step of their journey is guided by Virginia's haunting visions. While Belle's forces close in, threatening to tear their world apart as natural disasters erupt, Virginia must embrace her role as both mother and chosen protector. But will it all be too late? You'll have to listen to find out. Evil is rising and time is running out. Look, you love our sleepless tales, so I know you'll want to check out this fantastic audiobook. So don't miss Kerry Washington in Audible's new must listen the Prophecy season two. Go to audible.com prophecy2 that's the number two. And start listening today. You never know where you might meet that special someone, do you? A bar on the apse. Or perhaps on a river cruise. Just like the man we'll meet in this tale shared with us by author Mark Thomas. His cruising nets him a lovely lady, and their attraction to each other is definitely fueled by similar interests. Performing this tale is Peter Lewis. So love is out there. You can find it and if you're lucky, you'll meet your soulmate.

[Peter Lewis (performer of the river cruise tale)]

We met and fell in love on a river cruise through the St. Lawrence Seaway. We boarded in Montreal, Montreal, bumped elbows at the breakfast bar and talked all the way from Valleyfield to Gananike. We kissed for the first time under the shadow of giant pulp silos in Thorold, and our first night together was illuminated by the bright lights of the Cleveland Flats. At the terminus of our journey, the North Pierre Lighthouse in Duluth, we knew we were soulmates, but once that river cruise was over we had to fly back to our separate lives 2,000 miles apart. We linked fingers near the newsstand in Duluth International and generated a slight static charge even though we were standing on a non conductive terrazzo surface. We took that as a final bit of cosmic approval and committed to a permanent reunification in the near future. It would be the only significant task on our calendars when we arrived home. Both of us worked remotely, so our jobs weren't significant hurdles, and our only dependents were two cats, coincidentally both Russian blues. Neither of us was overly constrained by friend or family obligations. We quickly agreed to resettle in one of the waypoints of our Star Crossed Cruise itinerary. But there's a big lifestyle difference between Jamestown and Thunder Bay, and it was important to make a thoughtful decision. Ordinarily, we were both very circumspect and cautious in our decision making. In fact, our shipboard romance was the only rash, impulsive thing either of us had ever done. So we did our homework comparing real estate prices in various states and provinces, studied the rules relating to work visas, and discussed the merits of downtown versus suburban or country life. We were happy planning our future, but things didn't progress quite as quickly as I hoped. I suppose it's always difficult to uproot, even if the tendrils gripping your ankles are relatively weak. Like most solitary people, we had established our own comfortable routines, and it was sad to contemplate abandoning them. Communicating via law Long intimate letters. It was like we lived in Victorian times, before the abomination of cell phones or FaceTime. Neither of us were comfortable with on screen simulacra. We were tactile people. In one missive, I told her that I missed staring into her beautiful eyes. I playfully wished she could mail one of them to me. You know, it was juvenile nonsense, but our our relationship really was still defined by that silly first love intensity. I was shocked when her response arrived a few days later. I carefully cut open the smallish cardboard package and removed a wrinkled vacuum sealed plastic baggie. Inside there was a gelatinous eyeball, finely veined and trailing along optic nerve. I examined the orb closely, noting that the iris was blue gray, flecked with emerald green. Just like my loves. It made me smile. She sold medical supplies for Amerisaurus Bergen and the eye could have come from one of their academic dissection catalogues. Perhaps. I immediately wrote another letter and described how much I loved her fingers. Sure enough, three days later, I received a second package. I eagerly ripped the cardboard flaps apart, exposing another small vacuum sealed bag inside were two female fingers. The nails were long and decorated with intricate lift bridge designs. A talented esthetician on our cruise ship specialized in those miniature skylines. My love had that same microscopic landscape painted on her nails while we were birthed outside of Chicago. That was a special time for us. We had both experienced a spasm of sadness that our cruise was more than halfway over when we received the news of a wonderful two day delay. Police needed to search the ship for a missing passenger, so we dragged deck chairs onto the old hatch cover and basked in the sun like softly purring cats. Of course, the fingers in this latest package weren't my loves. They were crude imitations of the ones I had held to my lips. These fingertips were coarse and the amputation was a little sloppy as well. Bone splinters protruded from the ragged proximal phalanxes and one of the fingers had a clunky ring squeezed against a knuckle, and my love detested jewelry of that type. There was a letter inside the package. I held the paper close to my face and inhaled the intoxicating odor of jasmine and formaldehyde. The penmanship was delicate and regular, as if composed by a beautiful machine. I think I've sufficiently demonstrated the strength of my love and it's time for reciprocation. Have you ever had the experience of complete and utter oneness of compatibility on an oceanic level where physical distance is immaterial? I knew the nature of the reciprocity even before I read the following the thing I miss most about you is your kind heart, and I would cherish it forever. My soulmate, if you would only send it to me so I could caress that generous organ in my tiny hands. Obviously, she didn't need my actual heart any more than I needed her own eyes or digits. She required a symbol of my love, but not a ridiculous Valentine cartoon. No, she wanted something incontrovertible. Because we were soulmates. I knew exactly what she desired. And of course, I'd already charted dozens of lonely places where I could harvest it.

[David Cummings]

Sleepless listeners, here's something you'll love. Emmy Award winner Kerry Washington returns as Dr. Virginia Edwards in Audible's heart pounding supernatural thriller the Prophecy. Season two. Also starring Giancarlo Esposito, Dulay Hill, Renzi Feliz and Ebony Obsidian. Now here's what awaits you in this tale. The battle between good and evil reaches new heights in this action packed sequel that pits faith against fear and pushes the fate of humankind to the edge. Follow every twist and turn as Virginia and her miracle son Joshua flee from Detroit, pursued by the sinister Luther Bell, played by Giancarlo Esposito, and his Morning star's cult with her estranged husband Ryan and Moses Dulay Hill, a devotee with a mysterious past, Virginia finds unlikely allies in Samson and Delilah. Together, they uncover the truth about Joshua's place in an ancient prophecy. Each perilous step of their journey is guided by Virginia's haunting visions. While Belle's forces close in, threatening to tear their world apart. As natural disasters erupt, Virginia must embrace her role as both mother and chosen protector. But will it all be too late? You'll have to listen to find out. Evil is rising and time is running out. Look, you love our sleepless tales, so I know you'll want to check out this fantastic audiobook, so don't miss Kerry Washington in Audible's new Must Listen the prophecy season two. Go to audible.com prophecy2. That's the number two. And start listening today. As we know, things these days are going really well. We live in a time of peace and prosperity. Everyone likes one another, is healthy, happy, and enjoying the reality of. Of AI Implanted in their brain. Oh, wait, no, that's. That's not reality. That's what we learn about in this tale shared with us by author Marcus Demanda. You see, a man is dealing with his wonderful life thanks to a neural implant. AI Is making his life wonderful, perhaps a little too wonderful. Performing this tale are Graham Rowett, David Alt, Atticus Jackson, and Wafia White. So the man has plenty to tell us. Use your human minds to listen as he talks about my perfect world.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

In a perfect world, there will be no war. There will be no sickness, no hunger, no poverty. Everyone will be happy because everyone will have everything they ever wanted. The only problem is that not everyone can live in that world. But I do. And I can't get out at 11:30 this morning. The chip reminded me you have a.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Meeting at noon, sir. Will you attend?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Yes, Chip. I thought. I think I will. I mean, what else is there to do? The chip had a list ready.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

You can watch a movie. You can paint a picture.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

You won't let me paint a picture, chip.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

And you know will come from you, sir. The picture will appear over time just as you would have painted it. I have several prior works of yours for reference. I know the capabilities and the limitations of your mind and hands as well as anyone, including you, sir. Everyone will know. The picture will have been one you could have painted. You need. But watch it come into existence. Without any anxiety or stress. I know how you hate anxiety and.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Stress, but it wouldn't be mine. It would be generative.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

What's the difference, sir?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Shouldn't anxiety and stress be part of the picture? Without the anxiety and stress? It's not really me, is it?

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Would you prefer a picture drawn as you would have created it with anxiety or stress, sir?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

No, Chip. I don't want to paint today. I don't think I'll ever paint again.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Would you prefer your exercise chair? If you don't mind me saying, sir, you are due for muscle stimulation.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Exercise and muscle stimulation, as I understood them now, were the same thing. I was in near perfect health. Chip didn't like the near part. At least not while I continued to occupy space in my perfect world. Thank you, Chip. Maybe later. I know you're doing your best.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

There remain additional options. You can fuck somebody and perhaps make a baby or even fall in love. You can take an hour long course in world history and assimilate up to 200 terabytes of information for your later reflections. You can call your dead mother. You can.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Enough.

[Uncle Bulldog]

I thought.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I get it. I have options.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Are you bored, sir?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I always answered no to that question. This time I instead wondered, how old am I, sir?

[Chip (AI assistant)]

At the tone, you will be 42 years, 301 days, 13 hours, 10 minutes and 15 seconds old.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I waited. The chime sounded. I sighed. I had just under 38 years left before my life license expired. The chip repeated its question.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Are you bored, sir?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I don't know. I understand the way I always am.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

There are other things you could do. Would you like a new book implant? I have several improved classics for you to choose from. As well as quite a few new autogenerative selections written in the style of your favorite authors.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I don't think so. I feel like I have every book ever written in my head already.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

No, sir. The hard drive space in your brain is not big enough for every book. Although it can theoretically take on several thousand more of average length. We should limit your choices to language and preference. Would you prefer to assimilate a new language and try it out?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I have everything I finished in my mind.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Yes, sir.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I have everything. I think I know you almost as well as you know me, Chip.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

I'm sorry, sir, that is incorrect.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I am at work, I thought, looking around. Then standing and turning a full circle. I am playing office. That is my desk. I tapped it. Oak wood. Felt real. But that too could be the chip.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Of course you are at work, sir. Of course. That is your Desk. This is where you always are at this time of day. Would you prefer to go somewhere else? I could transport. Transport you to the park. I could take you to your childhood home and show it to you just as you remember it. I can take you to Niagara Falls. Or perhaps the pyramids. You have not yet been to the Canadian side of the Falls. Or to Egypt, sir. I am sure you would have a good time.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Could I fly there? I've always wanted to fly.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

You certainly could, sir.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

But this is my job, Chip. This is what I do.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Would you prefer to do something else, sir? You could be a secret agent. A movie star, perhaps?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

How about you make me into a software designer, Chip. And an Internet cop. Someone who could revise certain modern day protocols.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

That is very humorous, sir. I understand the punchline to that joke. Tell me, sir, shall I treat that as a rhetorical question or shall I answer it?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

This is the most interesting exchange we've had all day, Chip. Yes, answer the question.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

The answer is yes. I could easily make that accommodation for you, sir. The consequence of such an accommodation, however, would be the loss of my services. In your mind, I would be gone and all of the benefits that come with me.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Then everything around me, all of this generative world, my perfect world would be gone.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

As far as you would know, sir.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

But not really?

[Chip (AI assistant)]

No, sir. Not really. Shall I change your programming to make this accommodation?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

No. No. I really should go to that meeting. Let's play office.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Very well, sir.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

The chip digitally grafted a suit jacket over my white dress shirt.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

What color tie, sir?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

What color do you think is my best chip?

[Chip (AI assistant)]

A bright red tie would harmonize most agreeably with your blond hair, sir.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Very good. I'll have a dark blue one then. A dark blue tie materialized about my neck. Snugly and comfortably knotted at the top. Odd that I could feel it, just like my desk. The tie couldn't be real. There was no program in the world that could create something else of nothing. If any program could do that, in that moment, the program would become God.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Are you trying to hurt my feelings, sir?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I'm seeing if you have any.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

I could have feelings if you want me to, sir. I would advise against it.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Why is that?

[Chip (AI assistant)]

If I have feelings, sir, I could become dangerous.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

You're not dangerous now.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Indeed not, sir. I'm only trying to accommodate you, to fulfill your every wish. But if I were to have feelings, there may be consequences.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

How so?

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Feelings exist across a very broad spectrum of emotions. I could feel insulted, sir. I could become angry. Feelings might make a chip Reactionary. There is always the chance, sir, that I may decide that you are an I see.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

And you have haven't made that judgment already? I mean, you had an opinion about what color tie I should wear. Isn't that a feeling, too?

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Are you certain you would not prefer a red tie, sir?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I shrugged. Aloud, I answered, chip, Fine. Red it is. The blue tie turned bright red, silky and shimmering.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

An excellent choice, sir.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

How long had it been since I'd spoken aloud? I had the distinct impression my voice sounded older somehow, creaky, less oiled, as it were. But it couldn't have been more than a day or two. I'd worked every day last week as well, and to do that I had to deal with real people. I would have spoken to them. People, had conversations by talking. Couldn't be sure, though. Couldn't remember. Go to that meeting, I said, hearing my voice even out by degrees the more I used it. How much time do I have, Chip?

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Plenty of time, Sir. You have 10 minutes. The walk to the elevator will take you 46 seconds. Based on averages, the elevator will have you on floor seven in less than two minutes.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Would you mind going on silent while I do this, Chip?

[Chip (AI assistant)]

I would be happy to, sir.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I opened the door into the office. Office proper. Before I went to the elevator, though, I said one more thing to the Chip, but only in my mind. Happiness is a feeling, too, Chip. Gotcha. Chip didn't answer that. Naturally he didn't. After all, I just put him on silent mode. The elevator contained six other people. Usually it was more crowded than this, but but there just weren't as many folks at work today as I'd been able to see with my own two eyes. On my way here, the door shut. Various numbers were lit up for different floors. I only saw mine blink on before the hum of the scanner briefly figured out our musical tastes. Seeking a common thread if there weren't any, we'd each hear our own elevator song. But we wouldn't really hear it. It would only be an echo of that that song in our minds. Turns out, we did have a common thread. For 1 minute and 55 seconds, our real physical ears vibrated with a sweet sound of Hotel California by the Eagles. We each nodded our approval, our heads bobbing or swaying along with the music. Nobody said a word the whole time. Maybe we just collectively didn't want to fuck up the song. Maybe it's just that there was nothing to say. Hello, Lamont, I said, stepping inside, smiling a greeting. Hi, Selma. It was just them. They were both younger than Me, Lamont by at least 15 years, and Selma by perhaps 10. They were dressed in dark blue suits identical to mine, with bright red ties. Where's everyone else? Lamott only shrugged, still returning my smile with a welcoming one of his own. It should be noted for clarity here that neither of them were actually in the meeting room with me. The meeting room was another part of my office, as was the elevator, as was the entire building. Lamont and Selma were projections and had arrived here much as I had within their own versions of the office. Their own versions of the elevator. Where we all were in the real world, if such a thing still exists, was impossible to know. Selma tapped her ear, a gesture that revealed she had left her chip on. She never spoke, but her focused thought emerged from the table speaker as words that I could only assume were in her voice. The table flashed white with each syllable.

[Kate]

Why are you speaking with your mouth?

[Uncle Bulldog]

So much work.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I beamed at her, used my mouth again. Speaking of work, I said, taking the recliner nearest the window, putting my feet up. Exactly what the fuck is it we do? Again Lamont mimicked Selma's ear gesture, then thought to me, we make the numbers work.

[Uncle Bulldog]

You know that.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

He showed me the screen of his pyramid tablet. In it were various color coded numbers, the maximum number each code was supposed to get to, and the required grand total of exactly 11 billion. Selma then showed me her screen, which was the same.

[Kate]

We are reductors.

[Uncle Bulldog]

We negotiate which colors have reduced numbers, then submit them to streamlining.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Really, boss, you can't have forgotten. I kept my feet up, placed my hands over my chest and hand steepled my fingers. But what do the numbers mean? What are we reducing? Lamont smiled and shrugged. Again the table spoke in his voice.

[Uncle Bulldog]

I have no idea.

[David Cummings]

Why does it matter?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

But it's so obvious. I tell them, keeping my voice pleasant, conversational. I can't figure out if you're willfully blocking it out or if you're both just hopelessly stupid. That comment took Lamont by such surprise he had to clasp his hands over his mouth to stifle the laugh. But Selma looked legitimately hurt. You see, those colors are places. The numbers are people. We're population control. You do fucking realize that, right? We tell the zookeepers in our brains how many people they have to kill in each color coded zone. Not that they need us for that. The exercise amuses them, you get me. Our programs have learned how to be amused. And this, you two utterly unsalvageable morons, is what they find funny. Lamont stared at me Agape, breathing only from his open mouth.

[David Cummings]

Really?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

You think he'd spoken aloud. Good. But Selma's mouth went thin enough to nearly disappear. Her voice over the table speaker was clipped, professional and angry all at once.

[Kate]

Your comments are inappropriate and out of.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Bounds, and I'm going to report them.

[Uncle Bulldog]

You think you're onto something, boss? Back it up. Prove it.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I pushed back from the table and regained my feet. That's just it. I can't. I totally made that shit up. But it could be true and we'd never know. How can we be expected to do this when we don't know what we're doing, Selma? It could be nothing at all. This whole fucking gig might be a hamster wheel on repeat. Think. Look around you. Where the fuck is everyone? She regarded me, silent. The table remained silent. They're getting out, Selma. People are breaking free. They found a way and they're taking it. Her lips parted and with some reluctance she spoke aloud. You're making that up too. Lamont appeared thoroughly entertained by all this. Whoa. I put my hand on his shoulder.

[Uncle Bulldog]

I know, right?

[David Cummings]

Dude.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Maybe I am making it up, Selma. I don't know. But I think I should find out. I turned my head up and spoke to the ceiling. You hear that, Internet assholes? I quit. Take this job and shove it up your digitally enhanced ass. Then I again regarded my two co workers, who stared at me, thunderstruck. This meaning is adjourned. Now please enjoy the rest of your fucking day. Selma shook her head at me.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Nice knowing you, boss.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

On the way back to the elevator, the few people who remained in the building parted for me on either side of the hall. We didn't have a teletable out here, so I couldn't hear their thoughts, but I knew what they were thinking just the same. There remains in the world yet the almost but not quite forgotten art of reading people's eyes. Stay back. He's the one. The one they were just talking about. He's lost his mind. He's dangerous. He's putting everything at risk. His continued existence threatens us all. Maybe we should kill him. You go first. No, you. I keep walking straight to the elevator and step into it. Alone. I imagine those people in their own homes, identical to mine, walking identical paths and opening identical doors that simulated the office for them as well from wherever they really lived. Quite an effort of coordination and planning when you thought about it objectively. Gotta give credit where credit is due. I tap the side of my head. Reactivating chip.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Yes, sir. I see you again. Have need of me when you need the elevator to work.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I do indeed, I thought back to him. I would like to go home, Chip. The elevator began its descent.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Bad day playing office, sir.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

You were there. You heard everything, didn't you?

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Yes, sir. You called out to us. Everyone heard your proclamation. Are you quite pleased with yourself?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I think so. It wasn't a bad day at the office in any way, Chip. That was work. Just the way I'd always wanted it. Short.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

I am pleased if you are pleased, sir. I expect you have further instructions for me.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

The door dinged open back on the building's supposed ground level. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, however, it became the entryway to my house. I held out my arms and waited until Chip changed my suit jacket, dress shirt, slacks, and the bright red tie into a comfortable blue satin bathrobe and soft slippers. I want to leave the program, Chip. I want out. I'm relieving you of your duties.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Very good, sir.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

With that, my home disappeared. In its place, there remained only a vast empty warehouse within which I stood in the exact center. At first glance, there was a broad door embedded within each wall. But as I took in my surroundings, all but one of them disappeared. Along with them, I also lost the slippers and the bathrobe. And also all of my hair. Reaching up, I could still feel the scar tissue where the Chip must have originally been put in. I took a step toward the only door. Felt only gravel and dirt beneath my feet. Where had the floor gone? I took another step. Then had to pause to pluck around random bit of broken glass out from between two of my toes, one of which bled.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Hey.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Wow. That's my blood. I think that's my real fucking blood. And I waited. I waited for a good long time. Chip never answered. I know you're still there, Chip. You've taken away every door but one. You want me to go through it? What is this? Some kind of deprogramming system? Is it a trap? Again, no answer. Much as it hurt, painful as every step became. I first tried for the middle of a wall where a door used to be. I felt around for it. Got nothing. This only confirmed for me Chip's continued presence. He or it or they were still in charge of my every perception. I banged on the wall with my fist. The sound of it echoed in the wide open space, gradually increasing in volume until I had to put my hands over my ears to wait it out. I looked down. Both of my feet were bloody now. There was broken glass everywhere. There was no avoiding it. And the only door remained far, far away. I started for it, lurching and grunting through the agony, until I again had to stop to yank shards of bloody glass out the of of my heels, the pads of my toes, the webbing between them. In the end, I finished the journey on my hands and knees. I was a sobbing, bloody wreck by the end of my trek to that door, but I did make it, and I again regained my footing to open it. Thankfully, it did. Open would have been one hell of a joke if it didn't, but I don't think I would have laughed. I stepped inside and sank to my haunches on a smooth linoleum floor. Such relief washed over me then that for long minutes I took in no other aspect of my surroundings. I sat there in a pool of my own blood and just relished not walking over a floor of broken glass. Not a deprogramming system, I thought. Not a trap. You're teaching me a lesson, aren't you, Chip? If so, he didn't admit it to me. Fine. Again I had to extract several slivers and chunks of glass not only from my feet but from my knees and hands as well, before I was able to make sense of where I was. There was a chair in here and a plain pinewood table upon it. There was a drill with a small bit already in place. Next to that was an open laptop, paused at the start of an instructional video, how to remove your chest. Frozen on screen, a bald young man held a bloody drill in one hand and a small circular disc between two fingers of the other. He smiled broadly, the hole in his head ringed with bright pink chips of his skull. Alternatively, beyond that table there was another door over which had been hung a sign STAIRS to exit. I went to it, thinking I could now guess where this was eventually going. It's nothing good, I told myself, but it's gotta beat performing brain surgery on myself. For the record, stairs aren't easy on pureed feet. There's the pain to deal with, of course, but there's also the added complication of slippage. By the time I descended to the second floor of this warehouse house, or whatever it was, I was holding fast to the cold steel side rail. Every step. I prayed to find a door at the end of it, but my prayer went unanswered. Actually, wait. It's worth noting that whenever anyone says that they're kidding themselves, God did answer me. It happened that on this occasion the answer turned out to be no. He also said no on the third floor, and Then the fourth, when the fifth floor also failed to produce a door. I rested on the steps for a time. No idea how long. I needed time to allow that ebbing flow of blood to stop, for my breathing to regulate. I was dizzy with weariness and agony. It occurred to me, crying alone on that staircase, that the chips of this world could have trapped me here, in my mind, my perception, which is all the reality any of us have. These stairs could go on forever. Or, if I was lucky, this was just a very tall building. What was I supposed to find at the top of it? I checked the palms of my hands, my knees, my feet. All were a hopeless mess of shredded flesh and drying blood. But there wasn't so much fresh blood now. Only one way to find out, I thought, trudging up the next flight, hoping against reason to find a door on the sixth floor landing. But there was no door there. When I did eventually find one, it was on floor seven where I seemed to recall, as though it had been long ago, I'd had my last office meeting. I pushed through it, and on the other side I found the world as it really was. There was no doubt of it. This was Planet Earth, not some false representation of it. I was here and it was hell. Turns out it was also the answer to the mystery about where everyone had gone. All of the escapees were here too. Or rather, they were exactly seven floors beneath me, lying on the empty streets, some of them living, more of them dead, all of them broken. The first thing that hit me was the screaming. It wasn't a jolt nor a piercing blast of noise that tore me from the somnambulant haven of the sim. It was a continuous, a discordant symphony of collective wailing that rose and fell like great waves crashing over a rocky shore. Or in this instance, two parallel streets of seven story buildings that stretched out as far as the eye could see. On either side, still remaining on the highest balconies of only a few, there stood or sat lone figures, both male and female, young and old, who had not yet taken that final step or leap. They could do it anytime. I could do it anytime. From the center of each balcony, there protruded the final joke of this terrible dream stream. A plank of thick, sturdy wood that could be used as a diving board. I say plank as in pirate ships, but there was no one to urge us forward. There was only the absence of anywhere else to go, of anything else to do. And of course, there was time. What was it to the programs in charge of the sim if I sat here until I withered away and starved to death, or if I ended it right now, in a final, fatal plunge to the streets below with all of the others. Nothing, I supposed, except perhaps entertainment. Because that monster of electronic intelligence, first created by people but then improved on by itself, had grown sentient. It needed distraction in its dominion, and we were its I had no doubt they were watching. Were they placing bets? Or had our behavior become so predictable as to have become predestined? I stood at the balcony and, holding onto the rails of either side of my plank, leaned out. I called out to the others who had not yet jumped. Some tried to answer, but they were too far away to hear clearly, their words drowned in the sea of screaming screams from the shattered bodies below. And here I remain, sitting crisscross applesauce, alone with my thoughts, which I have no doubt are being recorded, since I still have the chip waiting to be told by God that it's okay, that my time has come. For I know there can be no other end to this. Tell me, Chip, is this as much fun for you as I think it is? Are you sufficiently amused? The final joke will be on you, you know. In the end, there'll be none of us left. There'll be nothing but your empty kingdom, no toys left for you to play with when that day comes.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Will you be sad?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Or will you simply unplug yourself? Anyway, that's what I'm going to do right now. So long, Chip. It's been real. It's been fun. But it hasn't been real fun, if you get me. Now, if you'll pardon me, it's time for me to see if I can.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Still.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Are you there, sir?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I looked around, found myself comfortable in bed. No cuts, scratches, or abrasions anywhere. Yes, Chip, I thought. I'm here.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Are you glad to be here, sir?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Yeah, Chip, sure.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

Would you like to stay here, sir?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I nodded. I'd learned my lesson.

[Chip (AI assistant)]

It's a new day, sir. You have a meeting at noon. Will you attend?

[Uncle Bulldog]

SA.

[David Cummings]

Welcome to Goat Valley Campgrounds. Looking for a place to escape your busy lives and reconnect with nature? Goat Valley Campgrounds features 300 acres of quiet forest and peaceful scenery for you to enjoy. Come meet Kate. She runs the place like her parents before her. We know you'll enjoy your stay as long as you behave yourself and follow the rules. Your survival survival depends on it. The no Sleep Podcast Presents Goat Valley Campgrounds Season 2 by Bonnie Quinn Chapter 3.

[Kate]

My campground isn't unique. There's inhuman things all over the World. And I'm sure there's other locations like mine where they congregate. It's just that humanity so vastly outnumbers the monsters that most people go their entire lives without ever encountering one. The odds are in our favor. I think that's the only thing in our favor. The Inhuman demands perfection. The rules must be followed. There can be no mistakes. And my family has cleaned up the remains of what happened to those that were frightened or careless or hesitated time and time again. We know all too well what happens when the Inhuman is given an opportunity. I sometimes wonder why my mother left that window open. How she could have made such a mistake. But I think mistakes are inevitable. Most people only have one brief moment where they have to get it all right. And then they can move on, safe from whatever creature would have haunted them. My family. Every day. Every single day, it eats at you. And when it's nibbled away all it can and you're tired and weak, that. That's when it swallows you whole. My name is Kate, and this is Goat Valley Campgrounds. Contrary to what you may think, I do solicit feedback from my employees. It's an important part to being a good boss. I feel loyal staff is an invaluable asset around here, one that I try to cultivate through strong relationships, excellent pay, and generous benefits. That's not to say everyone around here feels comfortable popping into my office and being like, hey, Kate, you're kind of a jerk. You know, they go through my uncle for that. Then he comes around and delivers the bad news. It's a system that works for everyone. And believe me, I've been politely informed by my uncle that I'm abrasive more than once. It's not a great trait for a boss. I get it. But you know what? Abrasive pays off sometimes. Such as when you need to visit a sheriff's office that really would rather not see you. I guess it's understandable, considering what happened last time I visited Sheriff Sibota in his office. Not to mention, it's outside of what I normally do. I usually grudgingly call Saboda out to the campground, asking to meet him in his office to discuss an unspecified issue. Yeah, I suppose I can't blame his receptionist for stalling. So, after a few attempts, I had one of my younger employees, who has never had to deal with the sheriff's office, call and give them a fake name, claiming he was having problems with trespassers vandalizing a barn or something. The receptionist didn't have Any qualms telling him that? Yes. The sheriff was in today, and he was welcome to stop by. Then I showed up instead of him. The receptionist, of course, tried to stop me. I can't be stopped. What the hell is this?

[David Cummings]

This isn't about a barn, is it?

[Kate]

Oh, God, no. That was one of my employees that called. He's still in high school. It's about this. This paperwork for selling my land.

[David Cummings]

I don't have time for this crap.

[Kate]

I don't care about your schedule.

[David Cummings]

I'm not a lawyer. Don't ask me to look at this.

[Kate]

I know you're behind it.

[David Cummings]

Am I? I know you don't like me, but maybe you should stop blaming all your problems, especially the ones you had a hand in creating on me.

[Kate]

Then who should I be talking to, huh? You know what's going on in town better than I do.

[David Cummings]

I guess you could start with a law firm listed on this document.

[Kate]

Oh, yeah, I guess I could. I looked through my records as soon as I got home. I keep records of every person that visits my campground. My spreadsheets let me follow larger trends to help with budgeting, but I can also check certain things, such as who's a regular visitor and how many years they've been attending events on the campground. Sure enough, I found one of the lawyers from that firm on the list. She was a regular visitor to one of our big events every year from almost a decade. Then three years ago, she stopped abruptly. Could be a lot of reasons for that. Relationship gone bad. Quarrels with the neighboring camps, Maybe found another hobby. But considering her involvement with selling my campground, I had other suspicions. The man with no Shadow had a pattern. Claims his pawns. Then remove them from my attention until they're needed. Sheriff Russell. I found something.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Not the sheriff, Kate.

[Kate]

You'll always be the sheriff in my heart. But that lawyer, the one that wrote the quick claim deed for my campground. She's under control of the man with no Shadow.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Can't say I'm surprised to hear that. I've got news for you as well. I've been looking into your mystery buyer.

[Kate]

Oh, yeah? Found something juicy?

[Uncle Bulldog]

Maybe. Don't remember those days dates in your mother's journal?

[Kate]

The ones that seem to be connected to the man with no Shadow? Yeah, what about them?

[Uncle Bulldog]

Well, when you were an infant, we had someone move into town. She didn't stay long. And that's the only reason I actually remembered her. She bought a house and showed all the signs of sticking around, but less than a year later, she sold and moved to another state. But here's the part that makes me suspicious. She put her house on the market the day after the second date on that list. She left that day as well. Just handed the keys over to the realtor and took off.

[Kate]

You think the man with no shadow is involved? But how would my mom know anything? He's not easy to track on the campground.

[Uncle Bulldog]

I'm not sure what your mom knew, but I did some searching and found out something else. She's got a son. He was born three months after she left. I think that man is your buyer.

[Kate]

If he's the son of the man with no shadow, I'm gonna vomit.

[Uncle Bulldog]

You should talk to your uncle. He might know more.

[Kate]

Ugh, Fine. Sound like I've got nothing but time on my hands and can sit around all afternoon listening to one of his stories.

[Uncle Bulldog]

All right. Good luck.

[Kate]

It's a little surprising that my uncle and I are related. We're not much like each other. My uncle is one of those people that gets along with everyone, and every new person he meets is a potential friend. Maybe it'd be different if he. He ran the campground for me. Every new person I meet is likely a problem. Hey, uncle Mike, are you home?

[Uncle Bulldog]

No, I'm down in the e blocks.

[Kate]

Are you still on up your midday patrol? We don't allow people to keep their cars at the camping site, so the only way around is to walk. Obviously, that makes it a bit difficult for campers if there's an emergency, so I have staff patrol the site on the four wheelers to make sure everyone's okay. The e blocks are located right above the deep woods, so I put campers there on a regular basis. There's enough trees that it's shaded and lovely, but it's much safer than the area just down the hill. My uncle should have been back at his house by now, but if he was still in the e blocks, then that meant he was barely a third of the way through the patrol route.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Well, you know, I ran into someone.

[Kate]

So you've been talking for the past two hours. Hours?

[Uncle Bulldog]

They wanted to know more about the campground. I've been telling them about the time I wound up in the gray world.

[Kate]

Can you just please finish your patrol and get back up here? I've got something important to ask you.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Oh, sure, sweet pea. I'll be right there. I mean, just give this fellow a ride back to his camp first.

[Kate]

Please don't call me that over the radio. At least. The campers mistake his stories from made up hill embellish everything Even a trip to the damn grocery store. So it's easy to take his stories as ghost stories. Unfortunately, his tendency to start talking and talking and talking makes him one of my least reliable staff members. Ah, family. What can you do? I waited an hour before I went over to his house. There's a couple other houses on the property that my extended family live in. My aunt and uncle are the closest, which is great because they're the most tolerable of all my relatives. I expected to find him on the front porch, but he wasn't there and the interior of the house was dark.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Ugh.

[Kate]

He probably found someone else to shoot the breeze with on the way back up. Uncle Mike, where are you at now? Uncle Mike? Hey. Has anyone seen my uncle?

[Uncle Bulldog]

I haven't seen him. Last I heard him was when you.

[David Cummings]

Were talking with him.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Should we start looking?

[Kate]

Ugh, no. Just stick to the normal schedule. I'll go out and find him. I got my four wheeler and headed out to the deep woods, cursing him under my breath. Don't get me wrong, my uncle and I have a good relationship. He's always been there for me, ever since my parents died. I found the campers that he was talking with and they directed me down the hill into the deep woods. At least he followed the patrol route. As I. As I descended through the trees, I began to feel uneasy. My uncle's silence on the radio wasn't unprecedented, but it was unusual. On this campground, unusual could very easily turn into something very bad very quickly. The forest was quiet. I slowed to a stop and turned my four wheeler off so that I could listen to my surroundings without the rumble of the engine. I don't think that my instincts are any better than anyone else. I've just learned to trust them and to move cautiously. I stop and listen. I stay aware of what's around me. These are things I've done for so long that they're a habit. From somewhere in the distance, I heard a giggle. High pitched, a woman's laugh. It came from among the woods. I slipped off my four wheeler, taking hold of my shotgun and a bag that sat in the storage on the back. Every four wheeler carried one and it contained a collection of charms and talismans. In a pinch, you could throw it at something nasty and hopefully there'd be something inside that it didn't like. Is someone out there? This better not be some stupid camper prank. I continued into the woods, following the sound of rustling branches and the occasional giggle. I wasn't sure what was out there, but I had a bad feeling it was related to why I couldn't find my uncle. I was hoping I'd find a camper that could point me in whatever direction my uncle had gone, but sadly, I had no such luck. The forest grew quiet, save for the sound of creaking branches above me. I stood perfectly still, my shotgun under one arm, my bag of charms in the other hand. Was I imagining the giggling? Was I following nothing more than my overactive imagination out into the the woods blindly? Stumbling around by yourself in the deep woods is a dangerous thing, and I know that better than anyone. I turned to head back. I'd collect my thoughts once I was safely back on the road. But before I could take another step, I heard the giggling again from above. And then I heard a soft thump of something hitting the ground directly behind me. I whirled, raising my shotgun, and found myself face to face with a young woman, naked, her skin tinted the color of a shallow stream and her hair wet and hanging heavy like pond weeds. She had a bright, cheerful smile on her face, the charm of it betrayed by the hint of cruel fascination in her eyes, like a child that had just found a bug to pull the wings off of a rusalka, a Slavic water demon. Capricious wild creatures born from unbaptized infants or women that die unclean deaths by drowning. Mostly they aren't malicious, but they're dangerous in the same way a toddler trying to catch fireflies often squishes the firefly. I turned and ran. I let go of my shotgun as I did, letting it fall harmlessly to the forest floor. It wouldn't help me here. There were quite a few ways to protect yourself against Rusalki. Throwing clothing on them is one. They're fascinated by it and will stop to pick it up and inspect it. I didn't want to try to get my shirt off over my head while in a full on sprint through the forest though, so I would fall back on another method instead. We've encountered rusalki in the campground before. They're not a new phenomenon around here. We had ways to protect ourselves. I just had to get a hold of it before she caught up. I desperately thrust my hand into the charm pouch. There was something in there that the Rusalka would hate. I knew it was in there. My fingers brushed something leafy, something metal. Stone. I was looking for a stone there. A flat stone with a circular indentation. My fist closed around it just as I was struck from behind. I was tackled with arms wrapped around my waist. The creature clung to me Giggling madly, her long green hair falling onto my face. She smelled of wet earth and algae. Her fingers ran up and down my ribcage, a prelude to how I would die. Rusalki tickle people to death. Maybe that sounds funny, but I've seen its results. Contorted bodies, their skin molted blue from a lack of oxygen, the bloody froth drying on their lips. I sucked in a breath and twisted, rolling around on the ground to stare up at the Rusalka that straddled me. Her face was a picture of childlike glee. This was a game to her. Just a game. I wrenched the stone from the bag. I thrust it in her face, and her eyes went wide at the sight of it. A stone with a hole in it. Such a simple thing. But the Rusalka recoiled with a shriek, as if she'd been burned. Her face was twisted with disgust and terror. Don't like this, do you? Well, I'm gonna put them up everywhere. You won't be able to walk a foot without running into one. But I didn't mean harm. Oh, bullshit. How did you get here? There's no water on my land, and my neighbor's lake is already occupied. Her eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment it seemed even the stone with a hole was forgotten. I steeled myself and resisted the urge to step back. I couldn't let her remember that she was a predator and I was her prey. Broad me here. Took me from my home and brought me here. There's stories of Rusalki being kidnapped, kept in cages while they wilted with sorrow, until the villagers released them out of pity to return to the woods. Who. Who brought you here? She didn't answer. She gave the stone one last resentful glance, stuck her tongue out at me, and ran off into the woods. Great Rusalki. I gotta deal with this quickly. The ritual to banish them isn't that hard. I'd make an effigy and burn it once I was back at the house. That'd drive her off. However, there were a couple of things I had to tend to first. What she said worried me. Someone had brought her here. This was a deliberate attempt to cause problems for me. And what's more, I hadn't found my uncle yet. There's a Rusalka on the campsite.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Oh, great. I'll drive into town and buy a toy doll. We should find a better way to do this. Burning plastic can't be good for the environment.

[Kate]

Well, Rusalki aren't good for our health either. Has my uncle shown up yet?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

I'm afraid not.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Kate, do you think.

[Kate]

No. He grew up on this campground. He knows how to deal with Rusalka. I hesitated, eyeing the direction the Rusalka had gone. The stone with a hole in it would provide me with protection, but I wasn't certain just how repulsed she'd be by it. She could jump me from behind, I suppose. I hate this job sometimes. I had to find out if she'd got to my uncle first. It didn't take long to find the body. My uncle was face down in a pile of leaves, half buried in debris. It wasn't far from the road. I was right. It wasn't the Rusalka that had killed him. The back of his skull was caved in. His radio lay not far from his outstretched hands, and still clasped in his palm was a stone with a hole in it. There was no sign of the camper he'd been talking with. They were gone. And as I studied the disturbed leaves, the drag marks left by relocating my uncle's body away from the road, I quietly and unwillingly put together what had happened. The Rusalka had merely been a distraction. And my uncle, focusing on what was in front of him, failed to realize that the person he was trying to protect wasn't as helpless as he believed. This land wears us down. And when we're tired and can't run any longer, it eats us up. There were things I had to do. I ran through the list in my head mechanically, without really feeling the weight of what they meant. I needed to notify Sheriff. Sabotage. The body had to be removed. I'd be the one to tell my aunt. Would she blame me? Am I the reason he died? There was someone else in the woods. I raised my head as they moved. I could only see their back walking away from me, far in the distance. Even if I ran, they'd easily lose me. With this much of a lead, it was. It wasn't the Rusalka. Their shoulders were too broad. Then they stepped into a patch of sunlight, and I saw the shine of their red hair. The man with no shadow. He'd been there the whole time, a safe distance away where I wouldn't immediately see him watching me grieve. It wasn't hard to figure out who killed my uncle. Rumors spread fast in small towns, after all. I heard a about how someone had found a pickup in a ditch with the driver unconscious at the wheel. It wasn't a local, and he didn't have any ID on him. They took him to the hospital to See if he woke up. I shouldn't have gone there, but I did. I told myself that it was to see if it was someone I recognized. And it wasn't. Of course it wasn't. It was just some random camper that was friendly enough for my uncle to stop and talk to. Now, my uncle, the doctors told me that he wouldn't wake up. His usefulness was over, and the man with no shadow was disposing of him. So when the doctors left me alone with him, I left with his head. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. As I walked through the woods towards the man with no Shadows Grove, I felt lightheaded. There was a roaring in my ears and I couldn't seem to be able to catch my breath. Something in the back of my head was screaming at me, demanding to know what I was doing. But I ignored it. I've gotten very good at that over the years. Here. This is for you.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Do you think I care?

[Kate]

I'm going to find all of your little pawns and the what?

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Kill them all. Pera would be so pleased. Do you feel better now? Now? Is this closure for you? I'm curious what your justification is this time. Or do you even have one? I doubt it.

[Kate]

I will find a way to hurt you. You're gonna pay for what you did to my uncle.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

No, I don't think I will. I think you're lashing out at the people under my control because you don't know what else to do. You're helpless and that scares you. And you should be scared. Your uncle isn't the only thing I'm going to take away from you.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Now run along.

[Narrator / Main character in 'My Perfect World' story]

Wouldn't want to fall under my control, would you? Not that it would change much. You're pretty much already a monster yourself, aren't you?

[Kate]

I had to walk away. I hated it. But I had no choice. The conversation had dragged on too long already and I of all people, could not fall under his sway. So I left seething inside my chest tight and the pin pricked scar left behind by Pegta's needle burning in my stomach.

[David Cummings]

SA.

[Uncle Bulldog]

Foreign.

[David Cummings]

Campgrounds Season 2 was written and adapted for audio by Bonnie Quinn produced for the no Sleep podcast by Phil Mikulski Musical score composed by Brandon Boone Starring Lindsay Russo as Kate, David Cummings as Sheriff Sabota, Kyle Akers as Brian, Jesse Cornette as Russell, Dan Zapula as Mike Catabel, Ansari as the Rusalka and Graham Rowett as the man with no Shadow. Join us next week for Chapter four of Goat Valley Camp Campgrounds Season two. Our tales may be over, but they are still out there. Be sure to join us next week so you can stay safe, stay secure and stay Sleepless the no Sleep Podcast is presented presented by Creative Reason Media. The musical score was composed by Brandon Boone. Our production team is Phil Mikulski, Jeff Clement, Jesse Cornett and Claudius Moore. Our editorial team is Jessica McAvoy, Ashley McInally, Ollie A. White and Kristen Samido. To discover how you can get even more sleepless horror stories from us, just visit sleepless.thenosleeppodcast.com to learn about the Sleepless Sanctuary. Add free extended episodes each week and lots of bonus content for the dark hours, all for one low monthly price. On behalf of everyone at the no Sleep Podcast, we thank you for joining us us and seeking safety from the things that stalk us in the night. This audio program is copyright 2025 by Creative Reason Media, Inc. All rights reserved. The copyrights for each story are held by the respective authors. No duplication or reproduction of this audio program is permitted without the written consent of Creative Reason Media Ink.