← The Why Files: Operation Podcast
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Late night bites with friends already. Hard to beat that first too hot bite of fries you couldn't wait for, followed by ice cold Pepsi. Now that hits different Suddenly the energy kicks back in, the night goes longer and the laughs don't stop because Pepsi brings out more flavor, more fun, and more of the moment. Food deserves Pepsi. Grab a Pepsi. Zero sugar today.
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Gather round. This happened on February 9, 2004, in New Hampshire. On the side of a mountain road, Maura Murray's Saturn sedan sticks out of a snowbank. Someone stops to help, but she refuses. A neighbor reported the accident to the police. She didn't see a young woman. She said a man was in the car smoking a cigarette. When the police arrive, the car is there, but Maura's backpack, phone, keys and bank cards are gone. 22 years later, we still don't know who is in that car smoking. And we still don't know what happened to Maura Murray. Rome had a pretty good run. Until it didn't. Emperors kept shaving the silver out of their coins to stretch the treasury. A denarius that was almost pure silver under Augustus was less than 5% silver. Two centuries later, same coin, a fraction of the metal. Prices tripled, then tripled again. People stopped trusting the money and started hoarding anything real land, grain, silver. They can hold. That's not a metaphor. 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She made the dean's list, ran on the track team and spent her free time hiking. Everyone who knew her described her the same way. She was smart, responsible, and driven. But something was wrong. In early February, her supervisor found her sobbing at her desk at her campus security job. When asked what was wrong, all she said was two my sister. That weekend her father drove up from Connecticut to help her shop for a new car. On Saturday night she borrowed his Toyota to get to a party. On the way home, she ran into a guardrail and totaled it. The accident report didn't mention drinking. She was never charged and insurance covered the wreck. Just a bad week getting worse. Her friends noticed a change in her, too. Months earlier, she got caught using another student's credit card number to order food. She paid the money back, but the stress piled up anyway. School money, a long distance boyfriend stationed a half country away. On Monday, February 9th, whatever was bothering Maura came to a head. At one in the afternoon she emailed her professors and her work supervisor. They all got a version of the same There was a death in the family and she needed to go home for about a week. Only there was no death in the family. Her father was alive in Connecticut. Her mother was alive in Massachusetts. Her siblings were fine too. But it was a lie nobody questioned, and it bought Maura Murray a week of invisibility. Then she started packing. Not a bag for the week. Everything she owned went into boxes, her whole life stacked and sealed in the middle of her dorm room. And then she left the boxes behind. At 3:15 she walked across campus to an ATM and took out $280, nearly everything in her account. At 3:40 she stopped at a liquor store one town over and bought a bottle of vodka, some Baileys and Kahlua, and a box of Franzi wine. Enough booze for a party, but the store video showed her shopping alone. Then she headed north. Her computer history showed directions to Burlington, Vermont, and to a resort in the Berkshires. She also searched for places to stay along the way. At 4:37pm she checked her voicemail, the last activity ever logged on her phone. Maura was leaving, and only she knew where. And wherever it was, she never made it. Route 112 in the white Mountains of New Hampshire isn't the kind of place you want to break down, especially in the dead of a New England winter. All that's out there are farmhouses, and there are miles apart, and it's dark. There are no streetlights. Your headlights are the only light. Just before 7:30pm Mars Saturn came around a sharp curve, spun across the road, and slammed into a snowbank facing the wrong way. Accidents like this happen up here all Winter. You swear, you check for damage. You put it in reverse and you hope. But Mora wasn't going anywhere. The hood was crumpled and steam hissed from her crushed radiator. A woman in the nearest farmhouse heard the crash and saw a car sitting crooked in the snow. At 7:27, she called 911. She told the dispatcher she could see someone inside the car. A man smoking a cigarette. Minutes later, a school bus pulled up beside the wreck. Maura was still in the car. The bus driver, Butch Atwood, didn't see any blood. The girl looked cold and shaken. He asked if she was okay and offered to call the police. She begged him not to. She already called aaa, she told him, and a tow truck was on the way. She told him. Butch knew that was impossible. He lived 100 yards down this road. There was no cell service out here. She couldn't have called anyone. So he offered to let her wait at his house somewhere warm until help came again. She refused. Butch drove home, parked his bus, and called 911 anyway. His call went out at 7:42. At 7:46, a police officer reached the Saturn. The doors were locked and red stains covered the inside of the car. Not blood. Wine. There were textbooks and clothes. The liquor she bought that afternoon. The paperwork from her father's wrecked Toyota. Her gloves were still on the seat and tucked between the seats. A book not without peril. 150 years of misadventure on the Presidential range. Stories about people who died in the mountains. The same mountains she was driving through. But no Maura Murray. From the first 911 call to the officer standing next to her empty car, 19 minutes passed. In those 19 minutes, on a dark road within earshot of two houses, Maura Murray vanished. The officer walked around the scene. The whole area was covered in two feet of snow, but there isn't a single footprint. Police dogs tracked her ascent 100 yards east and stopped. The scent ended in the middle of the road, like she was lifted off the ground. But the state police had seen this kind of thing before. Maura left that road in someone else's car. Shakes, apps, keto, Paleo, intermittent fasting. That one. Juice cleanse. 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Dog teams worked the roadsides and the riverbanks. Volunteers walked the properties near the crash, and her family hired private investigators and professional search teams of their own. There was no sign of her, no evidence that Maura Murray ever existed. Past that curve on Route 112, the FBI opened a file. Investigators interviewed her family, her friends, her professors and co workers. They built a timeline of her last day, down to the minute. Then they searched her digital footprint. Still nothing. No ATM withdrawals, no credit card charges, no cell phone pings. She never reached out to a single person she knew. Not ever. Two days after the crash, Maura's boyfriend, Bill, flew in from Oklahoma to join the search. And while he was traveling, Mora he missed the call on his cell phone. The voicemail was just a woman whimpering and sobbing. She didn't say a word. Investigators traced the call to a Red Cross calling card, but that was it. The card couldn't be traced to a person. Now. Bill believed it was Maura, but nobody could prove it. Leads came in from everywhere. Torn women's underwear turned up near the search area, but DNA proved it wasn't Maura's. Human bones were found nearby, also not Maura. Five weeks after she vanished, another young woman disappeared in Vermont. Brianna Maitland. Investigators look for a connection between the two cases but never found one. Over the years, they dredged a pond, dug up the basement of a house near the crash site, and searched properties two towns over. Nothing. And the mysteries kept stacking up. Nobody ever identified the man the neighbor saw sitting in Maura's car. Nobody could ever prove who left that sobbing voicemail. And nobody, not her family and not the FBI, ever learned where Maura Murray was going that night. Her father asked to see the case file, and the state said no. Fred Murray has been frustrated since the day his daughter disappeared with the response from police. And ultimately he wanted access to the records. And so he went to court to try and obtain all the records in this case. And this is a battle that went all the way to the state's highest court in New Hampshire. He sued for it and lost. It's been 22 years and the family has never seen the full file. The case is still open, and New Hampshire still classifies the disappearance as suspicious. Her name is on file with the state Cold case Unit, the FBI, and namus. Every few years, a new tip comes in, a new search gets announced, and her family drives back up to those mountains to search all over again. Route 112 is still two lanes. Cell service is still spotty. And Butch Atwood, the last person to speak with Morimari, blamed himself. Until he died. He said, I just wish I could have gotten her to come with me. Ask any bedding brand where their cotton actually comes from. Most can't tell you it's a black box. But farm, mill, factory, all a mystery. 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You'll notice the difference the second you climb in. Upgrade your sleep with bowland branch get 15% off your first order, plus free shipping at bolandbranch.com yfiles with code yfiles. That's Boland branch b o l l a n d branch.com yfiles code y files to unlock 15% off exclusions app. Gather out this happened There's a video that's been reposted on the Internet for the past 12 years. It has millions of views, and the mystery is still unsolved. It's security footage of a man at Varna Airport in Bulgaria. He wears a yellow shirt and carries a backpack and duffel bag. He looks like any other tourist walking through the terminal. Then he starts to run. He sprints through the terminal, bursts out the doors and keeps running until the cameras lose him. He climbs a fence, drops into a field of sunflowers and disappears. He leaves everything his wallet, his phone, his passport. Lars Mittank made his run on July 8, 2014, and nobody's seen him since. People who knew Lars Mittank said he was a nice guy with a nice life. He grew up in northern Germany and worked at a power plant. He had friends, family, a girlfriend, people he was close to. After his father had a stroke, Lars went by his parents house most days after work to help out. In 2014, he was 28 years old and had never been out of Germany. That summer, he and five friends flew to Bulgaria for his first trip abroad. They stayed at a beach resort at Golden Sands, right on the Black Sea, the kind of place where the bars stay open until the sun comes up. They spent a week hanging out on the beach during the day and hitting the clubs at night, his friend said. Lars was relaxed and having a good time. They all were. One friend did notice that Lars wasn't eating much, just light meals here and there. But it was hot and they were partying and it didn't seem strange enough to change any plans. One of their last nights in Golden Sands, the group went to a bar to watch a World cup game, Costa Rica against the Netherlands. Lars wore his Werder Bremen shirt and there were Bayern Munich fans in the crowd. During the match, Lars and the other Germans got into an argument. People were drinking, tensions were high, and Lars and his friends left before it could get Worse. On the way back to the hotel, his friends stopped to grab food. Lars wasn't interested. He told them he'd meet them at the hotel and walked off alone. They didn't see him again until the next morning when Lars finally showed up. He had a ruptured eardrum. He said four men jumped him while he was walking alone. And he thought the Baron fans from the bar hired them to do it. His friends told him to see a doctor. The doctor looked at the ear and didn't like what he saw. The pressure change on a flight could make the damage worse, so Lars couldn't fly home yet. He got a prescription for an antibiotic, Ceftrazil, and was on his way. His friends offered to stay behind with him. Lars said he was fine. It was one extra night and they all had flights booked. The next morning, his friends went home and left Lars alone in Bulgaria. He checked into a cheap hotel near the airport. It wasn't the best part of Varna, but it was just one night. Late that night, he called his mother, Sandra. He was whispering. He told her the hotel was strange and that he didn't feel safe and that the front desk had his credit card information. He needed her to cancel his card. Then he told her men were following him. Four of them. He said they were trying to rob him, maybe kill him. Sandra said she can hear her son's heart pounding through the phone. They talked again and again that night, and on one call, he told her he was hiding. After the last call, he texted his mother one more question. He wanted to know what Ceft Brazil was. Back in Germany, Sandra was afraid to call back. If Lars was hiding, she didn't want his phone to ring and give him away. She booked him a flight home for the next day. In the morning, Lars called one more time to tell her the men were getting closer. Then he texted her that he'd made it to the airport. Sandra bought him a bus ticket in case he still couldn't fly and wired him €500 to cover whatever he needed. He would never pick up that money. He would never get on that bus.
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And he would never take that flight. I used to treat my glasses like a wedding ring. One pair for life, handled with care. Then I found a complete prescription pair at Zenny optical. Starts under 10 bucks. And that whole precious object thing fell apart. Now I've got a work pair. Plain, boring, professional, a weekend pair. I don't care if it gets tossed in a bag. And one pair that's a little sharper, a little more angular that I wear specifically so people in meetings think I read more than I actually do. That's the real math here. Zenny's been doing this since 2003. Prescription glasses, sunglasses, blue light lenses built from their own catalog. Instead of paying for a name on the hinge, upload your prescription, pick your frames, use their visual try on so you're not guessing. No appointment. No optometrist upsell. No waiting two weeks for something that costs more than your rent. And at under $10 a pair, you're not locked into one look for years. You're building a rotation. Bold for weekends, sharp for work, something in between for whatever this weekend turns into. That scratched up pair has done its job. Upgrade today with Zenni Go to zenni.com podcast and use code podcast15 for 15 off your first order plus free shipping on all US orders over $65. The styles sell out, so don't sit on it. That's Z-E-N-N-I.com podcast promo code podcast15. Lars walked into the terminal a little after sunrise. He was carrying his backpack and his duffel bag. His mother gave him one piece of advice. See the airport doctor before the flight to make sure it was safe to fly. So Lars found the airport medical office. The doctor on duty examined his ear and told Lars it wasn't serious and cleared him to fly. But Lars didn't want to leave the doctor's office. The doctor said Lars was nervous, erratic. He kept asking about his medication, the ceftrazil. He said he didn't trust it. The doctor told him it was just an antibiotic, nothing to worry about. Lars was just a few hours away from home. All he had to do was walk to his gate and get on the plane. Then a construction worker stepped into the doctor's office. The airport was under renovation, so workers were coming and going all the time. Nobody reacted. Except Lars. He started to tremble. Then he told the doctor, I don't want to die here. I have to get out of here. And he jumped and ran. The cameras caught all of it. Lars tore through the terminal, past the check in counters, past travelers wheeling their luggage toward the gates and straight out the front doors. Outside, he slowed to a jog, but he didn't stop. He kept moving, putting distance between himself and whatever he was running from. From the comm walk into the terminal to the dead sprint out of it. Lars about half an hour. The footage gets grainier the farther he goes, until Lars is just a small figure in a yellow shirt running away from the terminal. At the end of the airport property, there is a fence over six feet high with barbed wire. The cameras never saw him climb it, but two witnesses did. Lars went up and over it. His passport, his phone, and his wallet were still sitting in the doctor's office. Across the fence was a field of sunflowers, and in July, they were taller than a man. Beyond the field is a highway, and past that thick woods where no camera ever caught him again. Lars went into that field with nothing. And nothing is what the searchers found.
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The perfect lunch combo. That first bite of your favorite sub, followed by ice cold Pepsi. Add a couple of friends, and now that's next level. Suddenly, the laughs get louder, the stories keep flowing, and the food tastes better because Pepsi brings out more flavor, more fun, and more of the moment. Food deserves Pepsi. Grab a Pepsi. Zero sugar. Today,
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Bulgarian police search the field, the roads leading away from Varna and and the woods around the airport. They found nothing. No clothes, no belongings, no body, no sign that Lars had ever been there. His mother hired a private investigator who checked hospitals for patients with no identification. Sandra went to Varna herself and handed out flyers. Still nothing. Germany's Federal Criminal Police listed Lars as a missing person, and the news covered it. The broadcast alone brought in 75 tips, but none of them led to Lars. Lars. The airport footage went online, where it's been viewed millions of times and re uploaded again and again. Lars has been called the most famous missing person on YouTube. Lars never filled that prescription. He never took a pill that comes from the doctor at the airport. The last person to ever speak to him, he said, I can't think of a single reason why he left my office in such a panic. He said he's still confused. Lars had no history of mental illness. There were no warning signs. Not to his family, not to his five friends who just spent a week with him. And he wasn't a man who ran from his life. He was the son who came by after work because his father had a stroke. He had a girlfriend, a steady job, people counting on him. Back home, Lars knew how to hunt and fish, but he ran with no food, no water, no supplies, not even an extra T shirt. Then the sightings started. About a year later, a truck driver thought he saw Lars hitchhiking on a road outside varna. In late 2016, police in Brazil found a man walking along a highway with no id so confused, he couldn't say who he was. His photos spread across social media, and thousands of people saw Lars Mittank in his face. He turned out to be a Canadian man who had been missing for five years. In 2019, a German trucker gave a ride to a hitchhiker with long hair and a beard and later realized that the man looked like an older Lars. But none of the sightings were ever confirmed. Sandra runs a website called Find Lars Mittank. She believes her son is alive, that he lost his memory, and that maybe he's still out there somewhere, too scared to ask anyone for help. Sandra has watched the video too. She says, every time I see it, I feel like I want to protect him, I want to rescue him. The cameras lost him at the edge of a sunflower field. Every July, flowers grow tall enough to hide a man. That was 12 Julys ago, and Lars Mittank never came out.
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The perfect lunch combo. That first bite of your favorite sub followed by ice cold Pepsi. Add a couple of friends and now that's next. Next level. Suddenly the laughs get louder, the stories keep flowing and the food tastes better because Pepsi brings out more flavor, more fun, and more of the moment. Food deserves Pepsi. Grab a Pepsi. Zero sugar today.
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Gather round. This happened on a Friday morning in September 2007. A 14 year old boy walked into a railway station in the north of England and bought a one way ticket to London. He had 200 pounds in his pocket and a portable PlayStation in his bag. He did not bring a phone. Two hours later his train pulled into King's Cross and a security camera caught him walking out of the station and into a city of 8 million people. Andrew Gosden was never seen again. Andrew Gosden lived in Doncaster with his parents and his older sister Charlotte. He wore thick prescription glasses and looked younger than 14. His family called him Roo because, as his dad put it, he was little and bouncy. As a kid. He loved heavy metal, Slipknot, Muse, Marilyn Manson. After school, he disappeared into the basement to play video games. And he was brilliant, ranked in the top 5% of students in the entire country. His teachers figured he was headed for Cambridge. The night before he disappeared, the family put a jigsaw puzzle out on the living room floor and watched tv. It was an ordinary night in every possible way. The next morning his dad had trouble waking him, which never happened before. Andrew seemed irritable, and that wasn't like him either. But a few minutes after 8, he walked out the front door in his school uniform and headed for the bus stop, the same bus he took every morning. Andrew never missed a day of school, not once in his life. But that day he did not get on the Bus. A family friend spotted him at 8:20, sitting alone on a bench in a park nearby. He was waiting. Waiting for the rest of his family to leave the house. Once they did, he walked back home and let himself in. He took off his school uniform and put it in the washing machine. Then hung his blazer on the back of his chair. This is exactly what he did every day after school. Anyone glancing into his room would think Andrew came home at the normal time on a normal day. Then he changed into a black slipknot T shirt and black jeans. He grabbed a bag covered in band patches and tossed it in his wallet. His keys and his PSP and nothing else. A neighbor's security camera picked him up walking away from the house toward the train station. At 9:08, he stopped at a cash machine and withdrew 200 pounds. He reached Doncaster station at 9:22 and asked for a one way ticket to London. The clerk thought he looked a little young to make a two hour trip alone and offered him a return trip almost for free. Andrew said no. He boarded the train at 9:36 and a passenger sitting across from him him remembered a quiet kid who played his PSP the whole trip. At 11:20 the train pulled into King's Cross. Five minutes later, CCTV caught Andrew walking out the main entrance. Then he disappeared into the city. His family wouldn't know for hours. That evening, the Gostens sat down for dinner. The blazer was on the chair and the uniform was in the washer, so they figured Andrew was home. Down in the basement on his Xbox, they called him to eat. No answer. He wasn't in the house. They started calling everyone who might know where he was. Neighbors, friends, his school. That's when they learned Andrew never showed up for class. The school tried to call that morning, but they dialed the wrong number and left a voicemail with the wrong family. So for an entire day, nobody knew Andrew was gone. His parents called the police. Their son was missing.
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The perfect lunch combo. That first bite of your favorite sub, followed by ice cold Pepsi. Add a couple of friends and now that's next level. Suddenly the laughs get louder, the stories keep flowing and the food tastes better. Because Pepsi brings out more flavor, more fun and more of the moment. Food deserves Pepsi. Grab a Pepsi. Zero sugar today.
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Even in 2007, London was covered in cameras. More than one should have caught Andrew leaving King's Cross and moving into the city. But when transport police first went through the station footage, they didn't recognize it. Andrew was 5 foot 4 and thin. Just another little Skinny kid in a crowd of thin. 2000s CCTV footage is recorded over every month. So the tape of Andrew leaving King's Cross is the last confirmed sighting of him. He walks out of frame and then he's gone. And Andrew was almost impossible to trace. He didn't own a phone. He went through a couple when he was younger, but he kept losing them. When his parents offered to replace his last phone, he asked for an Xbox instead. He had no email address and no social media. He played video games, but never online. He paid for everything in cash and never touched his bank card. The only computer in the house belonged to his sister. Police searched that along with his school computers and found nothing. No secret emails, no searches, no plan, nothing. A 14 year old boy with no digital footprint walked into the biggest city in Britain carrying cash and disappeared. And everything Andrew did that morning is documented to the minute. The cash machine at 9:08, the ticket window at 9:22, the train at 9:36, the station exit at 11:25. After 11:25, there's nothing at all. Not a camera, not a witness, not a single trace from anyone that's ever been confirmed. Once the story hit the news, sightings came in from all over the UK and one of them felt real. Someone at a Pizza Hut on Oxford street was sure they saw Andrew there that same afternoon. And his parents believed it. But it was never proven and neither were any of the others. It was just dead end after dead end. So the family did their own detective work. His parents tracked down the clerk who sold Andrew his ticket and they found the passenger who sat across from him on the train. They traveled to London, bought event magazines and circled everything. A kid like Andrew might attend. And there was plenty. The night he disappeared, 30 seconds to Mars played London. A few bands were in town that same week. For a metal kid with 200 pounds in his pocket, the city was full of opportunity. His parents handed out flyers everywhere a boy like Andrew might go. King Tut was at the British Museum. They went there, they went to concert venues, they went to the steps of King Cross itself. They plastered his face all over the city. Andrew planned this, but nothing about it looked permanent. He left £100 of birthday money sitting in his bedroom. He left his passport. He left the charger for his PSP that he took with him. He didn't even bring a coat. But days turned to weeks and weeks turned to years. And who planned on coming home? Something went horribly wrong.
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The perfect lunch combo. That first bite of your favorite sub, followed by ice cold Pepsi Add a couple of friends, and now that's next level. Suddenly, the laughs get louder, the stories keep flowing, and the food tastes better because Pepsi brings out more flavor, more fun, and more of the moment. Food deserves Pepsi. Grab a Pepsi. Zero sugar. Today,
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With nothing new to go on, the same theories have circled for years. Maybe Andrew went to London for a concert and somewhere in that crowd, something happened to him. Maybe someone was waiting for him at the other end, somebody he knew about. Maybe he wanted to start over as someone new and actually pulled it off. There are no warning signs, nothing to explain any of this. His father said that even if Andrew was hiding something from his parents, he would have told his sister. Charlotte and Andrew were best friends who told each other everything, but he never said a word. Then, 14 years after Andrew disappeared, police arrested two men on suspicion of kidnapping and human trafficking, and the arrests made national headlines. Police seized their computers and phones, and the family waited for an answer. And they waited for months. And then a year. Then in September 2023, police let both men go. They had nothing to do with it, and the Gosdens apologized to them publicly. The case is still open, and police say they follow up on every lead. The family still runs a website, and they hand out flyers showing a computer's guess at what Andrew might look like now, a grown man of 33. But one detail about Andrew isn't a guess. He has a double ridge on the cartilage of his right ear. It's the kind of thing nobody ever notices unless they're looking for it. His parents still put money into his bank account. Nobody's touched it since the morning he emptied it, but they keep funding it, just in case. And then there's this. Eleven years after Ed Andrew vanished and three years before those arrests, a man turned up in an online chat room asking a stranger for help. He said his partner just walked out and he needed money for rent. He called himself Andy Rue. The stranger asked how much he needed. Andy said £200. Then he logged off and never came back.
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thank you so much for hanging out today. My name is AJ this is the Y Files. And that was a campfire story. No debunking, no analysis. Just a creepy story to scare you and the kids. And that one is true and unsolved. Now, if you had fun, I'd appreciate if you can like subscribe, comment and share. That stuff really helps. And like most topics we cover here, today's was recommended by you. So if there's a story you'd like to see, go to thew files.com tips or send us an email. We'd love to cover that story. And if you'd like to hear any of these campfire stories expanded into a full episode, there's a few I'd like to do. Then definitely let me know. Remember, the Wildfiles is also a podcast. You can take us on the road. I post deep dives into the stories we cover on the channel. I also post episodes that wouldn't be allowed on the channel. Podcast is called the Y Files Operation Podcast and it's available everywhere. And if you're listening on an audio platform, do me a favor favor. Hit the thumbs up or the like or the follow or whatever those buttons are. Those really do help. But make sure you check out our 247 stream in the Wildfiles backstage over there. We run episodes back to back with some fun content in between. And the live chat is super, super fun. Special thanks to our patrons who made this channel possible and make every episode of the Wild Files happen. Every episode is dedicated to our Patreon members. I could not do this without you. If you'd like to support the channel, keep us going, Consider becoming a member on Patreon for as little as three bucks a month. Get access to perks like videos early with no commercials, exclusive merch and two private live streams every week. Just for you to hear the whistle on my teeth. It's because I'm going too fast. The the private live streams are a lot of fun for members only. My webcam is on. Everyone on the team has their camera on. You can talk to all of us, turn your camera on, jump up on stage, ask a question. It's a lot of I think it's the best perk there is. Another great way to support the channel. Grab something from the wi file store that is shopifyfiles.com you'll find it. But if you're going to buy merch, become a member on YouTube. YouTube members get 10% off everything in the Wildfiles store forever. So if you're going to spend 40 bucks on t shirts and festival mugs, become a member on YouTube for three bucks pays for itself and that money goes to the team. That's me. Those are the plugs. I got through them as fast as I could and that's going to do it. Till next time, be safe, be kind, and know that you are appreciated.
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I played Philippius in Area 51. A secret code inside the Bible said I was. I love my UFOs and paranormal fun as well as music. So I'm singing like I should
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then another conspiracy theory becomes the truth my friends and it never ends no it never ends. I feel the crab cat and got stuck inside mel's home with mkotruck of being only 2 aware did Stanley Kubrick fake the moon landing alone on a film set or were the shadow people there The Roswell aliens just fought the smiling man and I'm told and his name was cold and I can't believe I'm dancing with the fishes Handle fish on Thursday nights with AJ and W W. The mothman sightings and the solar storm still come to Agatha the secret city underground mysterious number stations Planet Ciro 2 Project Stargate and what the dark watchers found. Me so I can't believe I'm dancing with the Swift Day J2 and weapons weapon to the night. Life All I ever wanted was to just hear the truth. Dance on the dance floor because she is a camel and camels love to dance when the feeling is right Always in time. Foreign.
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