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In the dark, dark woods...

There is a dark, dark house.

And in that dark, dark house...

There was a dark, dark room.

And in that dark, dark room...

There was a dark, dark woman.

And within that dark, dark woman...

There was a dark, dark soul.

A soul so dark...

That nothing could penetrate it.

Neither light nor love.

A longing over took her.

A craving she could not understand.

What dark desires...

Laid fast asleep...

Soon awoke again.

Though she sought the light...

She was made for dark.

This was all she did know.

A light grew inside her.

And when the time came...

To bring the light into the dark...

It too was full of darkness.

Her cries of grief, echoed through the haunted air

as she returned to the one she had wronged...

But this time, he would feel the evil from which she'd spawned.

From gray and fog...

She appeared.

A ghost of rage and wrath...

No light, no black...

No white...

But obscure thirst for red.

The darkness has no place in the light.

So the dark, dark woman...

Was cast back into the night.

So it seems that this perverse lady who was tortured in the forest

went on to live in darkness.

So for those of you on the other side,

be very careful.

Because she could be there right now...

hiding in the darkest corners of your rooms...

I'm Rod Wilson. Welcome to "Nightmare Radio"

Where the horror stories

never end.

I'd like to remind you, dear listeners,

that I'm always here to listen to you.

Waiting for you to share your supernatural experiences.

This is a very special night: there's a heavy storm

I'm sure you are all in your homes listening to

the sound of rain rattling against the windows.

And the wind flowing through the cracks.

While we await the first call, I'll share with you a little story.

I remember the first time I saw a dead body.

It was my grandmother's.

She died alone in her bedroom

They called an ambulance, but there was nothing they could do.

I was eight at the time

and I sneakily spied from behind the door.

I saw my mother get up close to my grandma.

And take something out of her pocket.

And place it over my grandmother's eyes.

I was really scared.

So scared that I almost peed in my pants.

But when I calmed down, I paid close attention.

I realized that they were coins.

A few simple coins upon my grandmother's eyes

Some time later, I asked my mother why she

had put those coins on my grandmother's eyes.

And she told me...

It turns out a long time ago people believed that there was a

river separating the land of the living from the land of the dead.

To reach the underworld the dead had to cross the river Acheron.

Upon a boat sailed by a man named Charonte.

He would charge them a small coin.

This tradition was passed on from generation to generation...

for thousands of years... All this reminds me of another

story that I was told when I traveled to Australia.

A little girl was forced to do a very particular and

spine-chilling job...

You must overcome this ridiculous phobia.

Death is how we make a living.

What if you die?

Who will look after me?

This is why you must learn...

We told her not to.

Bring the equipment, please.

She fell from the horse.

We aim to give the appearance of life...

This is the only memory we'll have of her.

Mary.

Mary.

Mary.

That's my daughters name.

Let's begin.

How long since she passed?

Two weeks.

I can't.

Mary.

The most important thing is that they look alive.

My baby.

My baby!

Please... I told her...

You have to take over.

No mother, I can't.

You can have this back when you do what I say.

The most important thing is that they look alive...

We couldn't fix it...

We are going to make her look beautiful...

She fell from the horse. Her... Her neck is broken...

Mary... My baby...

Blurry.

I just thought that...

It'd make her look more alive...

That damn horse killed my baby...

Is it done?

She looks so alive.

And for Valentine's Day.

May they suggest stuffed animals or the country bear basket that Bill

will fill with your choice of candies, fresh flowers or even silk flowers.

Be sure to shop early for the best selection... Bill's

just back from market and new items are arriving daily.

And don't forget that Bill's Holiday and Gift Shop

has just the right fresh cut flowers for weddings,

Anniversaries, birthdays, hospital patients and even funerals...

Bill's is located on 704 East Jackson St.

In Marianna... - 3...2...1...

It's a quarter past midnight.

And I'd like to remind you that you can call "Nightmare Radio".

To tell us about your most chilling experiences

Let's see who's on the line...

Hello?

Anyone there?

It's a very strange night, folks.

Terrifying things can happen today.

I feel it in the air...

Hello?

Hi, Rod...

Wow, that's a sexy voice... I love it.

What's your name?

Mirna...

Mirna, was that you who called just now?

No, it's the first time I try to communicate with the show.

Where are you calling me from?

Minneapolis.

And where were you born?

I'm from Croatia.

Oh wow... The Balkans, very nice.

What's your story about?

Actually... it didn't happen to me.

Although it's one of the most strangest and disturbing cases I know

But it's not a paranormal case.

I'm listening, darling.

It happened to a girl from Saint Paul, in the 80s.

This young woman had an appointment with the man of her dreams.

She was very anxious, very excited.

And she wanted to look stunning.

You get it, right, Rod?

She spent a long time choosing her dress.

But then she realized the boy would arrive in less than 10 minutes.

She washed her hair in a hurry, but then she couldn't find the hairdryer.

So she did something very very stupid.

She tried to dry her hair in the microwave oven.

With a screwdriver she deactivated the security system.

Put her head in the oven...

and turned it on.

Believe me, Rod, her head exploded.

The people who found her, said that the blood had splashed the walls.

And there were brains everywhere.

But that's an urban legend, isn't it?

I don't think anyone could be such and idiot to do something like that.

I mean...

vanity sometimes makes us do stupid things.

And I include myself on this, I'm not beyond it at all.

Well...

I'm also vain at times.

I don't think it's bad.

Do you think it's bad, Rod?

Well, it's supposed to be one of the seven deadly sins.

And it reminds me of a another story.

The story of a woman much like the one in your urban legend.

A woman very vain.

And who one day...

She came across something...

completely unexpected.

Would you like me to tell it?

Yes, please...

Well, stay tuned, Mirna. Because that's

exactly what I'm gonna do next...

I see you got divorced again.

So who was it this time?

Another boy-toy?

Ohhh! What does it matter?

Like moths to a flame.

Men would kill to be with a star like you.

Look... All of your biggest moments... Right there.

L.A.

New York.

Paris.

Tokyo.

Milan.

Oh good God.

Do you remember Milan?

Not our best moment, you and me.

I can still hear Adam:

'You'll never work in this town again blah blah blah...'

What a drama queen...

The highlight of my life...

And after all this time

you still have the hair of a twenty year-old.

Flawless tips.

Perfectly balanced pigmentation.

So...

What makes hair so fascinating?

It's the paradox, darling.

I mean.

Hair is basically...

dead stuff.

So...

How can something...

dead...

Be so full of life...

It's soft...

It's delicate...

It has this...

indescribable warmth that just...

draws you in.

It's a crafty, insidious tool... of seduction.

It can spark a beautiful relationship.

Or destroy one in less time

than it takes to run your hand through it.

Ah, yeah... I know...

C'est la Vie!

Of course.

You are one of the lucky ones.

Hair like yours

only comes around once...

in a blue...

moon.

You didn't have to work for it...

or earn it.

You were just...

Born and poof... voilà!

There it was...

I'm not suggesting that... my...

Extraordinary.

Original.

Styling skills played.

Any part in your meteoric career.

But, then again...

it is hard to imagine where you would be today...

if it wasn't for me.

Right?

An American philosopher once said:

'Those who achieve greater success due to greater natural abilities...

'have no moral right to greater happiness

'Because...

those abilities are intrinsically worthless

'until valued by Society'.

Let me dumb it down for you.

You've been blessed with magnificent hair.

And because of that blessing

you've lived a charmed life.

Looking down at the Little People's petty little lives

convinced... that you were the reason of your own great success.

Not once

did you think about sharing your good fortune...

with you know...

normal people.

People who work their asses off in pointless shitty jobs...

and shitty relationships.

Well, today.

You can redeem yourself.

Now that your lucky genes are of no use to you anymore.

Because...

well let's face it.

The rest of you didn't exactly follow.

I'm not taking anything away from you.

I'm merely...

redistributing what is collectively yours.

Giving someone else...

a real nobody...

For all I know...

a chance to shine.

I understand your fear.

I do.

Don't worry.

The human hair can stand teen tons of pressure.

It's OK.

Fortunately for us...

the human scalp...

cannot...

Silvio's hair extensions are the best on the market.

There's no doubt about it.

All natural!

Don't touch that dial because we'll be right back after this commercial break.

Hello?

Your program is crap.

Oh yeah?

I'd love you to tell me why.

I would ask for your name, but guys like you are

used to hiding behind anonymity, so why bother.

I have no problem telling you my name.

I'm Jules. Jules Keefer.

And I repeat what I'd just said:

your program is full of shit.

Could you at least tell me why?

You are only telling stories of things that don't exist.

What you are doing is filling people's heads with nonsense.

I see that ghosts do not scare you.

Of course not.

Reality is much worse.

Well, I agree with you there, Jules.

There are things that happen in daily life that are just terrifying.

Much more than any horror movie.

It's like the popular saying goes:

reality many times...

surpasses fiction.

But my listeners... they prefer the other stories.

Well, your listeners are not very smart, to say the least.

Alright, Jules Keefer

Let's do this:

how about I tell you a story from real life?

The most real and spine chilling story you'll ever hear.

No ghosts... no haunted houses.

Just life itself.

Do you know the case of Willie Bingham?

No.

I didn't think so.

Well, strap in, Jules Keefer.

Prepare yourself for a story that will not let you sleep tonight.

I remember two Willie Binghams.

One... pasty-faced with fear after the sentence was read.

And the other...

after the series of amputations.

The first is now blurred by the painfully sharp focus of the second.

I was the very first surgical supervisor.

Appointed under the State's revised stance on Capital Crime.

My job... to see that medical protocol was followed.

That inmates would not suffer any more than the usual,

post-surgical discomforts

You're gonna remove my hand!?

That's correct.

NO WAY!

Well, you are a murderer, Mr. Bingham.

Oi! Warden!

Oi!!

No, sir... THAT IS NOT FAIR!!

I killed that girl, but that weren't me, alright.

It was the booze.

And the drugs.

They cooked up somethin' awful.

They're sayin' I mutilated her... I never.

The first surgery is largely symbolic.

Symbolic?

Correct.

Well, piece of cake then... Nothing to worry about, huh?

Well, I'm here to make sure you suffer no more pain than is necessary.

Why don't they just do what they used to do huh?

Just EXECUTE ME!!

Once and for all.

You're to be made a national example. Your chance for recompense.

It's expected that the reduction should cease,

by the second or third surgery

Third??

Come on, come on.

Cover, please.

Surviving family members determine how far the surgeries will go.

Proceed.

This is what my criminal ways got me.

You best all mind yourselves, kids...

Cause you don't want this.

No.

YOU DON'T EVER WANT THIS!!

Okay, mark it.

In March, they removed Mr. Bingham's right arm and his left leg.

Proceed.

You may proceed.

Mr. Bingham.

Don't hurt none.

Where's me supervisor?

As Mr. Bingham's procedure advanced

he was exhibited to the more difficult cases

in the under funded state run high schools.

His hands.

Behave yourselves now.

Unless you wanna look like me.

Although Mr. Bingham was recovering well physically.

His outlook grew progressively darker

as the third surgery approached.

The boys upstairs are very pleased with your progress, Willie.

I don't expect the family will take it any further.

They removed Mr. Bingham's

left arm... and his right leg during the surgery.

Every job hits patches of rough road.

There are times I strain to glimpse the bitumen below at all.

Murderer!

Freak!

Tensions continue to rise around the nation.

Fresh protests erupted today over what many are now

labelling, a cruel and barbaric form of punishment.

The man at the centre of it all

is 38-year-old inmate William Bingham.

Convicted of the rape and murder of a young schoolgirl early...

Looks good.

You may commence.

Mr. Bingham gave up a kidney and a lung.

Organs from inmates provide a small but steady

revenue stream for our now privatised penal system.

Nurse!

Yes... Mr. Bingham?

They cuttin' off my right leg, or is that my left?

It's your... left leg, Mr. Bingham.

Left leg.

Left leg.

Five months later the fifth surgery was ordered.

Please don't do this.

Now, now, Mr. Bingham... It will all be over soon.

Mr. Bingham... would lose his namesake.

Willie...

Willie...

Are you okay?

You in pain Willie?

Willie?

I never saw Mr. Bingham cry after that day.

Nor has he spoken to me since.

He went into his final surgery without any observable emotion.

They removed his ears...

his nose.

And the tip of his tongue.

A laser depilated what remained of his body.

We've made it through to the end now Willie.

That was five years ago

Mr. Bingham's room is the last on the southern end of the top floor.

The light is always on.

And I know he's there.

Eyes to the ceiling.

Dead silent.

Except the last week of every month.

That's when Mr. Bingham and I travel to the high schools.

So? Was that story good enough for you?

It's a lie.

That never happened.

You can look for it online, jackass.

Now, get out of here, I've been far too patient with you.

Hello?

Hi, Rod.

What's your name?

Melissa.

And let me tell you, that guy is an asshole.

Your program is really good.

Don't worry about it, Melissa.

I deal with idiots all time, it's part of the job.

Let's concentrate on our call now:

So... do you have any sinister story to tell?

Actually yes. I do.

I'm all ears.

Well... Some time ago, my daughter

started going to classic dance lessons.

My husband had a friend that gave her lessons...

in a really old theater.

I went with her a couple of

times and that theatre was really dark and

gloomy.

In the beginning, my daughter, she was happy...

she really enjoyed it

She was making progress really fast.

But the teacher fell ill and died soon after.

He was replaced by a younger teacher...

But it just wasn't the same anymore.

My daughter lost the desire...

and the passion for her classes.

And she said that weird things happened there.

Like... when she was on stage, she saw a

strange shadow sitting in the back rows.

So we were all really really scared.

So I basically said: 'No... you're not going back to that theater'

Rod?

Rod? Are you there?

Eh... yeah I'm here.

Eh... Marta.

Excuse me?

Your story.

It reminds me of the Spanish dancer... Do you know her?

I don't think so.

Well, I'll tell you.

When I was fourteen...

...my parents died.

Soon afterwards, it came for the first time.

It hurt.

It hurt a lot...

And that...

...was just the beginning.

But are you OK now?

Yeah, well... I've been feeling nauseous the whole time.

But don't worry. Something in the meal probably didn't agree with me.

I can change my shift, if necessary, and

could be there in half an hour to pick you up.

Don't worry.

Listen... I prefer to be with you.

It's just... sometimes I get night shifts.

I'm fine, Luis...

Marta...

...I don't want to sound controlling.

I know I'm not Dad, but I like...

Did you buy the flowers?

Yes, relax...

White daisies?

Don't think me worthless!

You just worry about getting well.

OK.

Listen, I've just thought maybe I

could go to sleep to our neighbour's home.

But why should you bother people?

You are grown up enough to sleep at other's home.

Right...

Take care, please.

And if you need anything, give me a call...

I'll be home late.

Don't stay up... It's better for you to rest.

OK. See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

And remember I love you.

How are you?

You look pale.

I'm fine.

I know it's a difficult moment.

If you need to talk...

just let me know.

No, really. I'm OK now.

Do you remember your first performance?

You were terrified.

And I told you: "throw yourself into the stage"

You were great.

Gotta go.

If there's something you are afraid of, confront it.

Don't hide it.

It'll be worse.

I'm going to miss the bus.

No. Please, no!

Marta?

Marta?

Luis!

Marta!

Luis! You have to come now!

Marta, calm down.

There's someone in the house!

You have to calm down. You're very nervous.

Breathe deeply.

I don't know what's happening to you, but you have to trust me.

Marta...

What?

Listen to me... Open the door.

What?

Open the door, Marta.

Please.

You know I wouldn't let anything hurt you.

I'm always saying to you the same, you're

not a little girl anymore, you're a woman.

So act like one and let me in.

Marta!

Marta!!

Marta!!

Calm down, my daughter.

Open the door.

Everything's going to be alright.

I love you.

Marta...

...forgive me.

You know I love you more than anything.

I've showed it to you.

Don't you think?

No!

Marta...

...you're not a little girl.

You are a woman now.

The worst monsters are those under the skin of your dear ones.

The last time it came I was sixteen.

I didn't feel that pain again.

Never more...

Tonight, dear listeners, some...

incredible things really are happening.

I must confess I'm a little scared.

Perhaps I'm deceiving myself.

Has it ever happened to you?

I remember when we were kids.

My friends and I would gather to tell horror stories.

By the end of the night...

None of us could sleep.

Power of the mind is very dangerous.

But wait... here comes another call.

Hello?

Help me!

Please, help me!

Please, I need help!

Hello? Who's this?

I'm really scared.

Please, please... I need help!

What is this? A joke?

Please help me!

Okay, kid, calm down.

What's going on?

He wants to kill me!!

Who?! Who wants to kill you?

He wants to k...!!

Hello?

Hello?!

Wow...

I don't know what just happened.

Kid:

if that was not a prank call

and you're listening to this.

Call 911... OK?

They'll be able to help you a lot better and much faster than I can.

I don't know your name, your address, nothing.

The show must go on.

I'm still waiting for your calls.

A lot has happened tonight.

We've had some very good stories.

How about we break out our topic of the week?

Tonight's subject has to do with forests.

As you know, this is a wooded area...

and it's full of many isolated and gloomy places.

Have you ever gotten lost in a forest?

Did you ever see something strange?

To get us in the mood,

I'm gonna tell the ideal story for this segment.

Its main character is a hunter.

Who happened to be in the middle of a forest.

He was hunting for deer.

But that particular day.

He found something completely different.

Something...

he could never had imagined.

Nobody can know anything about this... until I decide how to do

it, is it clear?

For now I'm gonna take her... to the cabin to organize everything.

I'm gonna be rich.

I'm gonna make a lot of money... it'll be amazing...

I'm even thinking about bringing her to any

circus I can...

I'm gonna be so fucking rich... It's gonna be amazing, yeah!

The hunter became the hunted

And for you guys on the other side of the speaker

What do you think?

Many of us still believe that mermaids are real.

And that they are still among us.

Lurking in the deepest and darkest of waters.

So be very careful next time you decide to take a dip in a lake.

Now, let's move on and take our next call.

Hello?

Please... please, I need help.

OK, kid... Take it easy.

I wanna help you, OK? Please don't hang up.

Now tell me your name and what's going on over there.

I can't talk too much.

He's going to kill us.

He's gone crazy tonight... please help us.

Alright, calm down.

Now at least give me your address

so I can call the police... something.

Tell me your address.

Beagle...

four, zero, one.

Sorry I didn't catch that... I'm losing you, kid.

Beagle Avenue... five, four, zero, one.

That can't be... That's the address of the station.

Ahh!! This is a joke, right?

This is a goddamn joke, isn't it?

Please!

Help!

Please... I need help.

Daddy... daddy!!!

I can't talk too much.

He's going to kill us.

He's gone crazy tonight.

Please help us.

He wants to kill me!!

There's no doubt, my friends, that one of the most

terrifying experiences is when our home is invaded.

When someone breaks into our house.

Our only refuge in the world.

That is exactly what happened to Lydia.

A young English woman.

The night she came home alone...

Hello?

Hello?

Katie?

Katie?

Katie, calm down! It's just a dream!

You have to stop this!

It's... behind you!

There's nothing there, Katie.

Please don't leave me!

Katie, I've told you every night! Look, this is... please...

You're scaring me... stop it!

Katie?

Katie.

Help me... please... help me!

Daddy!!!

Daddy!!

Beagle... four zero one...

Welcome to "Nightmare Radio"

I'm Rod Wilson.

And on this stormy night

We are going to tell horror stories.

Because horror stories... never end...