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And welcome
to the scary part of the day,

when all manner
of ghosts and ghouls

take over our airwaves.

It's time
for everybody's favorite,

the Truth Serum.

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen

and others, and welcome
to our program.

I'm your host from the
Edge of the Unknown,

Major Harlan Dean,

and I'm about to inject you
with a little bit of

the Truth Serum.

As many of you may already know,

today marks the beginning of
the annual Moth Man Festival

in Point Pleasant,
West Virginia.

And to commemorate
this wonderful event,

I've elected to dedicate
this entire show

to the theme of cryptozoology.

I guess for a lack of grace,

we're talking about
monsters tonight, everybody.

Tonight, however, every call,

every piece of information
will be dedicated solely

to these entities
we refer to as...

Now,

folks, let me first
start out this broadcast

by thanking each and every
one of you for joining me

on what is sure to be
an exceptional episode.

And also give a shout out
to my faithful engineer

and friend Brandon Bump.

The thing that goes
bump in the night,

day in and day out,
this man keeps us running

with nary any hiccups
and never complains.

Never complains.

Not on the air, anyways.

So if you wouldn't mind,
Mr. Bump,

let some things
go bump in the night

and welcome to Truth Serum.

You're our first caller
of the evening, Lana.

Hello Harlan.
Uh, thanks for taking my call.

I am actually a registered
psychiatric nurse,

and I work as a caretaker
in my patient's home

somewhere in the
Eastern States area.

There's only so much
information that I'm willing

or able to divulge.
I-- I hope you understand.

Oh, Lana,
I completely understand

and I want to assure you
that you're in good hands

and your protection is of
the utmost importance to me.

Thank you, sir.

I really appreciate your
understanding because,

I really want you to hear
this story I have to tell you.

Have you ever heard of
something called a melon head?

Hey, how you doing?

Extremely nervous.

How about you?
You holding up okay?

You know, there's no shame

in postponing this campfire
for another night.

I think you coming this far

is a huge positive step
in the right direction.

Aww.

That's so sweet of you trying to
defend me and my shortcomings.

Well, I really wouldn't call
being afraid of the dark

exactly a shortcoming.

There are way more ridiculous
fears to have than that one.

Like the fear of buttons.
The fuck is that shit all about?

Is that a fact?

Yeah, great.
That's gonna help a lot.

Come on, you're doing great.

Don't let that
mess up your game face.

You got this.

Yeah, here's to the chick
with the big balls. Salute.

Thanks, guys. But we're not
exactly out of the woods yet,

and I still have
like seven hours

before we can call this
a complete success.

Hey, take the compliments
where you can because...

we might not be
so forgiving in the morning.

My thoughts exactly.

I mean, who's to say we'll even
make it till morning anyways.

We are in the Grinning Man's
territory after all.

Hey, you cut that shit out
right now, man.

Oh, my God,
what the fuck, Jeremy?

Oh, hey guys, it's a joke.
I was kidding.

Oh yeah? Well, guess what?
It wasn't funny.

What is wrong with you?
Are you trying to fuck this up?

Oh, Jesus Christ, guys,
will you just relax?

It was just a joke, okay?
Heather, I'm sorry.

There's no such thing
as the Grinning Man.

The melon heads are
a different story, though.

Shut up!

You can't
be this stupid. You can't.

Guys, calm down.
All right, just chill out.

Sit your ass down.

I oughta nut punch you
in your sleep.

-Okay, that was excessive.
-Olivia, it's okay. I'm fine.

-He's not gonna get to me.
-Heather, don't, okay?

You don't need to be
hearing this shit right now.

Agreed. Let's all just
try to have a nice,

relaxing, scare-free night.

How's that sound, huh?

Yeah.

I think we'd all be
much better off

with a little bit of this.

You too. Up and pay the piper.

God, I hate
this fucking song.

This is much better.

Is it?

Jesus Christ, Jeremy.

What the hell are you doing
out here?

You're asking me? Seriously?

I heard something out here
a little bit ago, okay?

I just... I needed
a little extra comfort

to get me through the rest
of the night. That's all.

Oh, yeah, you're gonna hear
something out here, Heather.

We're out in the
middle of the woods.

No, what I heard wasn't normal.

Didn't sound like
an animal either.

It was like a person,

yelling or calling out.

-Something like that.
-Hmm, spooky.

I'm done with this, goodnight.

I believe that
you heard something.

I didn't hear
what it was per se,

but I believe that you did.

So, what do you think it was?

Come on,
what do you think it was?

Melon head?

Oh, so we're back
to this again, are we?

I wanna know about them.

What are they?

All right. But me
telling you this story,

stays between us. You got that?

I swear I won't say anything.

As far as I know,

the melon heads are
some sort of genetic mutation

created by some fucked up doctor
that ran a private clinic,

somewhere around these woods.

It was a place
where unwanted children

were taken by their parents.

Kids with deformities,

especially water on the
brain syndrome, but

helping them and taking care
of the kids wasn't really

what the doc had in mind.

No, he saw this as a way
to do his own fucked up work

that was more doctor
death-like than anything,

if you know what I'm saying.

He liked to perform
twisted experiments on them,

like injecting more food
into their already swollen heads

just to see
how much they could take.

And sometimes he would
just keep on going, and going,

and going until they
would just burst.

That's disgusting.

Yeah.

But the doc eventually got
what was coming to him.

One night,
all of his patients

got the best of him.

They ripped him to pieces
with their bare hands and teeth,

and they burned
the facility to the ground

and escaped out
into these woods.

And they formed
their own sort of tribe, really.

They mated with each other

and with their kids too.

Supposedly they're out there

stealing what they can
to survive.

Always looking for fresh blood.

The end.

I, uh...

...guess I should have
passed on that one.

- Ugh.
- Hey, it's all right.

I mean, hell, it's just
a bullshit urban legend.

You're safe here with us.

Safe with me, anyways.

Jeremy, what the fuck
are you doing?

I'm just trying to
give you options, Heather.

- That's all.
- Options?

What's wrong with you?

Olivia and Craig
are right over there.

-Are you crazy?
-Oh, come on, Heather.

Hey, look, I'm sorry, all right?

You know me.
I'm just all fucked up.

- I'll just go sleep it off.
- Shut up, Jeremy.

Stay the hell away from me,
you son of a bitch.

- Yeah?
- Olivia.

Heather!

Craig.

Craig.

No!

It's so dark.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No. No.

No. No.

No!

No!

That's awful.

I'm sorry to hear your patient
was subjected to that ordeal.

She still, to this day,
wakes up screaming

saying that she can see them
moving around in the dark.

Do you believe it?
Should I believe it?

Yes, Lana, do just that.
Believe her.

And always remember,

she may be blind from
a medical standpoint,

but as far as I'm concerned,

that young woman has more sight

than most people
in the world today

because she knows the truth.

It's a shame it came
at such a cost.

Lana, thanks for your call.

Wow, so that was
a good start. Um...

Let's take some more.
Let's keep this train on track.

Uh... Next caller,
you're on the air.

And I-- And I see

that you would like
to remain anonymous

and we can certainly
do that for you.

Could you at least tell us

where you're calling from,
caller?

Hi, yes. I was a park ranger

in the Northern Cascade Range.

Oh, beautiful country out there.

And dangerous.

I did specialize
in search and rescue.

I've spent weeks looking
for experienced campers

who've gotten lost.

Is there
something wrong with your phone?

Or are you doing that?

Um,
I am doing that, Mr. Dean.

My story is about
one such mission I went on

with a relatively new partner.

A group of campers had gotten
lost back in the wilds.

Now, they had been missing
for about six days.

Each night in the forest
reduced their chances

of coming out alive.

-You came.
-Ma'am. Ma'am.

-You came. Good.
-Are you okay?

I'm James. This is Steven.

We're gonna need you to
answer the questions, okay?

- We're here to help you.
- Okay. Good.

We're gonna try
to stand you up, okay?

Let me get her back.

We're gonna
lift you up, okay?

I can't walk.

Gently, gently, gently.

- I can't walk.
- It's okay, it's okay.

Okay, something might be broken.

- He did this to me.
- Holy fuck.

He did this to me.

- Hey, it's okay.
- No, no, no!

They caught-- It's okay.

You have to sit--
We need to calm her down.

- Hey. Easy.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Well, she's about
as stable as can be expected.

My guess,
I'll just leave the question.

-Who is he?
-I don't know.

See, that's fucking my point.

We don't know who he is,

but you saw exactly
what he did to her.

I know. Who would
do that to a woman?

James, she was raped.

Horrifically.

Don't delude yourself
on that fact.

I think we should
get some shut eye.

We can take turns taking watch.

Yeah, you're right.

You know what,
I'll take first watch.

I'm still keyed up.

Hey, Steve, you got
that holster unsnapped?

Yeah.

Do me a favor
and go shoot that fucking bird.

Uh, sounds like
there's more than one.

Noisy fucking sparrow.

No, but you don't understand,
that is weird.

I don't hear anything.

No cicadas, no--
no night owls, no tree frogs.

Nothing. Just those
morning callers.

What was that?

-Steven!
-Shit, James.

-What the fuck was that?
-I shot him.

Him? Him?

-Yeah, fucking him.
-Where?

Uh, over there.

Let's go, come on.

Goddamn it.

No.

Fuck, James there's
more than one.

Let's pack this shit up.

Come on, man, we can at least
go get that blood trail.

Yeah, fuck.

Oh, man, what the fuck?

Do you think it's
where they come and die?

It's like it's some
sort of elephant graveyard.

James, over there.
There's a way out.

James.

Help me.

I can't believe
I found you.

Gonna get you out
of there, though.

- Won't make it.
- Easy.

Easy.

I'm sorry you found me.

-Can you...?
-Sorry.

-Can you move, walk, anything?
-I'm sorry you found me.

No.

No.

Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that you found me.

I won't make it.

Please.

I walked for quite some time,

and as far as the girl?

I never did come
across her again either.

Uh, hello?

Caller?

Well I guess he was done
with that story. Um...

So moving on,
we'll just take our next call.

Uh, hopefully a little
less dark this time.

I see we have another
mystery caller here named...

uh, Mr. Cold.

Oh, okay, Mr. Cold, you are on.
Go ahead and entertain us.

Harlan.

Caller, please.
Can you turn your radio down,

or are you calling
from a vehicle?

Stop what you are doing.

Stop helping them.

Woah!

-Bump, what was that?
-I have no idea.

There are no storms in the area.

Well, we'll keep on that

and try to make sure
it doesn't happen again.

I'm dumping this call.
Send me another one.

All right, I'm sorry
again everybody,

there must be a full moon out
tonight or something.

We're getting a few oddballs
and I apologize.

I believe we're talking
to Joe from Ohio.

Hey, yes. Sir. Harlan...
...I love your show.

Hello Buckeye Joe...
...and thank you.

So tell me a story, my friend.
That's why we're here.

Oh, yeah, sorry.
Um, I'll get right to it.

So there's been a story,
it's been passed around

right here at our
local bar, Gimlins,

for like a few years now

and it is really weird.

I love it already, Joe.
The weirder the better.

Okay, uh,
well here it goes.

Y'all see that?

Fish ain't biting.

I am truly sorry Marsha,

but I'm gonna have
to cut the tutelage

of your husband short for today.

I almost got it on.

Goddamn it, Gordon,
you ain't got that

tied on there yet?

As I said, I do apologize,

and I would gladly offer you
a discount on your next outing.

Brigadier First Hand Colonel
Oren P. Brundleman the Third,

Chief Explorer
and Cryptozoologer?

No. Flip that over.

Oh.

This side came from
a champion of a man.

Fantastic Dan,

King of Cannons.

This side I found on
a highway cleanup crew

-outside of Lubbock, '97.
-Is that blood?

When you pursue the unknown,

you need a specialized
adventure suit.

One that provides flexibility...

protects you...

and breathability.

Welcome to my vessel
of discovery.

This won't take long,
but if it does,

there's hooch and bug spray
under the life vest.

Oren!

-Gordon.
-Marsha.

Marsha.

Ugh.

I hear you.

Dear God, that smarts.

Oren, you clever dog.
You have found him.

I want your spine, Oren.

Oh, Oren.

Oh, Oren, Gordon
was never this good.

Oh, Marsha.

Your husband's
a terrible fisherman.

He's terrible at sex too.

You like that, uh-huh?

You put
a baby in my wife, Oren.

Your spawn is kicking.

I gotta get out of here.

Why are you me?

-I ain't no meter maid.
-I'm Deputy Kaufman, sir.

Don't "sir" me. Me?

-Help me.
-Are you hurt?

-Did you hear that? There it is.
-Is something chasing you?

It wants to have our babies.

Hey! Hey, come back here.

Hey, buddy, we need
to get back to the road.

It is still out there.
Don't let it get us.

It wants to have our babies.

And that's about it.

I mean it gets brought up
every now and then,

but everybody
just laughs it off.

Although nobody has ever seen
Oren again since that night.

Well, thank you, Joe.
Another good story.

I just think it's funny
how the last two stories

had to deal with some
interspecies coupling.

Either you guys have some
really weird kinks out there

or the monsters do.

Go ahead...

...Ms. Wheels.

I would love to hear
what you have to tell us.

Well, Harlan, um...

I wanna start off by saying
I've been a paramedic

for about five years now.

But what I'm about to tell you

really dots the eye
in weird in my career.

Well,
we're all ears, Wheels.

This happened of all nights
on Halloween night,

probably like four years ago,
beginning of my career.

This just in,

there have been several reports

across the Washburn
County area...

...of unidentified falling
debris coming from the sky.

There have also been sightings
of unidentified shapes,

seemingly floating around
several local state parks.

Stay tuned as we continue
to gather more information.

-You'll never take me alive!
-Dad, Dad.

- Oh.
- It's your son.

- Oh, Dale. Oh.
- Uh, where's the bathroom?

Oh, of course.
Yeah, let's go in the house.

Big day tomorrow.

When we return, we'll be talking

with eyewitnesses from
last night's strange encounters.

And how some say
it may be linked

to an incident 40 years ago
in Hopkinsville, Kentucky.

Urban legend or real event?

We'll discuss more
when we return

from our commercial break.

Dammit, Dale!

What?
What are you yelling for?

You know I hate Halloween

and you take me to
your dad's place,

which is decorated like a
complete psycho killer's house.

This shit's everywhere.

Oh, I told you about my dad
when he was a young kid.

He loves Halloween.

It's the only thing he truly
gets excited for anymore

these days with Mom gone
and his health not so good.

I always make it back
for Halloween.

You do know that
there is a hot tub here

just calling our names, right?

-I didn't even bring a swimsuit.
-You don't even need one.

Nobody's gonna see
you way out here.

Your dad?

He for sure won't mind.

Okay, well,
I'm getting drunk first.

It's the only way I'm making it
through tonight.

Deal.

And I get a massage.

Mr. Bones will even help.

What do you think it is?

Oh, I don't know.

Spacecraft...

Alien egg pod.

Maybe it's from NASA.

Who knows.
One thing's for sure.

This'll be great for my
front porch set up tonight.

Scare the kiddos
for sure.

Thank God.

You know, I appreciate
you coming out here

to visit me on Halloween.

I know you're a busy man.

It's my pleasure, Dad.

I always enjoy
spending time with you,

especially on the best day
of the year, Halloween.

Did you hear about
those weird UFO sightings

that people were calling
at the radio station about?

Happened last night.

People were saying they saw
objects streak across the sky

and then vanish,

weird colors and noises,

just like in all those
cheesy sci-fi movies

we'd watch
when I was growing up.

You don't wanna know the truth.

What'd you say?

Yeah, we've got
a few things to finish up

before the trick-or-treaters
come around.

It was always your favorite
part of Halloween, of course.

Still is.

Okay, Pops, we'll be back later.

Heading out to the annual
Halloween Lodge party.

Okay, you kids have fun.

Hey, Ashley, nice costume!

Billy.

Billy. Billy.

Billy.

Billy.

We know you can hear us.

It's been a long time, Billy.

How did you find me?

It took us a long
time to find you again.

Why are you doing this to me?

You're coming home
with us.

You're ruining Halloween.

We didn't get you then,
but we'll get you now.

Dad?

-Dad!
-They got me.

I hate Halloween.

And that was the story
he was telling us

as we took him to the ICU.

Honestly, I don't think
any of us

really knew what to make of it.

So we kind of just
let him babble.

But in a weird way,
it kind of calmed him down,

helped him cling on until
we made it to the hospital.

Well that is amazing.

Did the gentleman
survive his incident?

Oh, yeah. He pulled through
like a champ

and all the nurses
at the hospital

really loved his company.

And now--

now he has two really
interesting stories to tell.

Well, that's fantastic.

I'm glad to hear
he is still among us.

I'd hate to have him pop up
in one of our ghost episodes

down the road.

So, looks like
we've got the barber

down in Texas on line one.

The barber, you're live
on the Truth Serum.

Hello? Yeah.
Hey, I love the show.

Hold on just a sec.
I'm sorry to interrupt you,

but you say
your name is the Barber,

so you cut hair, right?

Yeah, yeah,
I cut hair, man. Yeah.

So how come the alias then?

Well, I've got some
pretty exclusive customers

and it just wouldn't be good.

Okay, now you've
got my attention.

Tell us what kind
of cryptid you saw.

I saw a chupacabra.
Or two of them.

You're in way
out West Texas, right?

Yes, West Texas.

What part of West Texas,
exactly?

Let's just say West Texas, man.

Okay, I totally understand.

Let's just get
into your chupacabra story.

So like
these nerdy guys,

they build this wall of TVs

that seem to run into
like one big cable.

That cable goes out
to the back of this van

which, it's got like this huge
satellite dish on top of it.

After that's done,

that's when those
jefes get here,

you know, the bosses.

The jefes gathered to watch
this closed-circuit TV thing,

and where the cameras
are filming,

man, I don't know.

And to tell the truth,
I don't want to know.

This sounds like
some crazy movie

you'd see on the B movie
channel or something.

I'm-- But I'm all ears, Barber,
please continue.

So at this warehouse,

the jefes, they choose
a runner to represent them,

each one of them.

Now, who these people are

and why they'd
volunteer to do this,

man, you got me bro.

I guess, like,
low level street dealers,

they haven't produced or either
they pissed off thejefes.

They're put in
this dark warehouse

and that's when
they call in El Guapo.

And he's carrying like
these two dog carriers,

goes to a small door
in the alley,

and sends the chupacabras
in through the opening

to hunt down the runners, right?

All while he blows
a silent whistle

hanging around his neck.

Come on, now!

Believe it or not, man,

I've seen it
with my own two eyes.

Mr. Barber, so then
what happens to the runners?

The dogs do
what dogs do.

They hunt.

-Who the fuck are y'all?
-Who the fuck are you?

None of your business, bean boy.

Was everyone kidnapped
and brought here

against their will
or was that just me?

-I was.
-Samoan, I was too.

So we all have that in common?

Yeah. And we got
our asses fucking kicked.

We have these numbers
branded on our head.

-I know what this is.
-What is it?

-This is payback.
-Payback for what?

Payback for screwing
over my boss.

So what, you're a dealer?

This ain't good, man.

You must be a rocket scientist.
What ain't good?

This. These numbers on our head.

Us being in here together,
y'all better get ready to fight.

Fight?

-Like each other?
-No, something worse.

What you mean by that,vato?

Hey everyone, shut up.

Bam, bam, let's go!

No, no, definitely don't--

No, not-- back it up. Back.

See this motherfucker?

I paid you good solid dollars,

American dollars, I'll tell you,

which is number one currency
in the fucking world.

And what do you do?
You go and get killed.

You dumb motherfucker.

Y'all gonna drive me
to drinking, bunch of assholes.

Really, he got his ass ate.

He got his ass ate.

It's me, it's me, it's me.

-You okay, dude?
-Yeah, for now.

-What the hell are those things?
-The chupacabras.

-Chupacabras?
-Yes.

They're real, man.
And this is a game.

A game? Like a game of survival?

Yeah. And it's game over, man.

Run!

Look, jump that,
we'll be safe.

I will, but you won't.

What the fuck
are you doing, man?

Fuck you, I ain't dying today.

What are you doing?
Wait a minute, man!

Get back, you...

Fuck you, you two
hairless bastards.

Nice knowing you, asshole.

Congratulations,cabrón.

Yeah, man, and that's about it.

Chupacabras do exist.

They're being used by the
Mex-cartel as killing machines.

Wow.

That's just simply insane.

Okay my friend,
we appreciate the story.

We'll send you a Truth Serum
T-shirt for being on with us.

Hold on the line
for our Mr. Bump

and he will get you
squared away.

Well, there you
have it, listeners.

Chupacabras do exist

and they're being used for
killing people down in Texas.

Do you believe it?
Do I believe it?

Absolutely.

Absolutely questionable.

So stay tuned

and we'll be right back
after this break.

The Truth Serum
will be right back

after a short commercial break.

-Bump, do you hear that?
-Yeah, what the hell is that?

I don't know, but it sounds like

that weird call from earlier.

Are we picking up another
source or something?

Or is somebody using a jammer?

I'll take care of it.

Now back
to Major Harlan Dean

and his Truth Serum.

Don't turn out those lights.

Harlan. Harlan,
the spot's over. You're back on.

Oh, shit. Here we go.

From Dover, Massachusetts.
Caller, you're on the air.

Hello, Major.

Oh, yeah.

Whoa there partner.
Turn that radio down, will ya?

Is that better?

Yes, okay, go ahead, caller.

You'll have
to forgive me.

I have a strange
question to ask.

You must have just tuned in.

I've been dealing
with strange all night.

-What's your question?
-I've got a GoPro...

...that was covered
in glowing goo.

And the footage is crazy.

I sent it...
...to your email.

I think these two boys

captured footage of...

the Dover Demon.

It's rolling, it's rolling,
it's rolling.

You gonna learn
how to hit today, pussy?

Maybe.

Paul, I don't like
baseball movies.

I like scary movies.

Have you seen
Nightmare on Elm Street,

Texas Chainsaw, Halloween?

-Oh, hockey mask.
-Jesus.

What the fuck?

I can't wait to see
boobs in real life.

I'm gonna see
so many boobs.

What do you think
about the demon?

No one's seen
Dover's claim to fame

since our parents were kids.

I don't even think
it qualifies as a cryptid.

Probably just
a retarded hairless

baby moose or something.

Corey thinks
it's an alien that CTech--

Corey thinks
everything is aliens.

CTech fired him and Tank for it.

Now he's a full schizo
pothead grownup

living in his mom's garage.

He's still
a smart-ass scientist.

One more time. Grip it.
Grip it. Call the house.

Grip it,

grip it.

-Call the house.
-That's our only ball!

No, don't touch it.
It could have a bacteria

or flesh-eating virus
or something.

Let's take it to the lab.

Where did you come from?

Corey, Tink, let us in, man.

Come on, no bullshit.

Dude, what took you so long?

You're not
gonna believe--

Seriously, man.

You're gonna look
at this thing or what?

All right, all right,
cool your jets, man.

Call the house.
You have a specimen.

We're gonna hypothesize,
rationalize, analyze,

plagiarize,
cross the T's dot the...

turns out to be some kind of
new species of retarded moose.

We'll call Nat G.

But...

if it does turn out to be
some kind of ET, Elliot,

what will you do?

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'll do what I do best.
Decode that genome, baby.

Figure out who made it,
where it came from.

That's no retarded moose.

Call the house.

Whatever this is,
CTech is obviously behind it.

And this time, they're not
gonna be able to laugh

and toss us out with the trash.
Oh, no.

We got the proof in the
decomposing pudding, baby.

This time they're gonna listen
and they're gonna pay

'cause we got Tink,
tantalizing and titillating

both the cerebrum
and the pituitary

with their big old brains
and those big old boobies.

And last but not least,

we got our new muscle.

The slayer of extraterrestrial
beasts,

obviously slinging some
serious hog down there.

Thick as a beer can!
Long as my arm!

Ladies, look out!

Put all that together
and you've got one badass,

unstoppable mystery team
coming to fuck up your day.

There's just one problem.

-What?
-What?

Flesh-eating virus!

So, what do you think

after watching
the footage? That's...

That's proof, isn't it?

I don't know if that
was proof of anything

except to wash your hands

and don't bag up dead aliens.

Wash my hands?

Oh, I wish I would've
thought of that one.

Might have to get
a drink here in a little bit.

I think we have time
for one more call.

And we are talking to Sean.

Go ahead, Sean.
You are on the Truth Serum.

I kind of
wanted to talk about

those callers that sounded
like they were pranking you.

Yeah, pranks can be funny,
but sometimes

-they don't go as planned.
-Well, people don't,

you know, realize what
kind of repercussions

behavior like that can have.
It seems funny at first,

but you never know
what way it can turn.

And-- Are you gonna
tell us why, though?

I have a feeling
that this is where

your story is starting from.

Yeah, I'm from
Bladenboro, North Carolina.

The home of the beast.

You see, I told you there'd be
something in my dad's freezer

we could use.

Let's give it, like,
another half hour

-and then we'll get started.
-Sounds good to me.

You sure this is a good idea?

What's that doing up there?

What?

Either you tell me now or...

Oh, I'll read it
on your tombstones

after Dad's done killing you.

Okay, Leah, here's how it is.

Do you wanna go to the movies
with me on Friday?

That's it.
You guys are in big trouble.

Leah.

It's about the beast.

-What?
-You know, the beast.

Remember the story?

Yeah, Sean,
I know about the beast.

Who the hell
in Bladenboro doesn't. So?

So, it's back.

And we're gonna prove
it's not just story.

I'm free Saturday too.

We have a solid plan
and it's gonna work.

A solid plan, huh?
A monster hunt is a solid plan?

Yeah, actually it is.

Oh, really? How so?
I would love to hear this.

I mean,

how do you know that this thing
is even still walking around?

Didn't that story happen
like a really long time ago?

Yeah, but recently

there's been a lot
of animal attacks.

Pets going missing,
dying left and right,

just like when the beast
came the first time around.

Do you even watch the news?

I really hate to bring
you back to reality

but, pets die from
wild animals all the time.

There are numerous
culprits out there

that could be doing that.
Like coyotes, for one.

-That's probably the best bet.
-Really?

Well shit,

that makes total
sense when you say it.

It's the coyotes
decapitating them

and drinking all their blood.

Typical coyote behavior.
Mm, mm, mm.

So, do you, uh,

want to help us out
with this or...?

And watch two make
total fools of yourselves?

Absolutely. I'm so in.

Made yourself comfortable?

We're gonna start
surveillance soon.

So, this is obviously
what we bait it in, with

cat videos and pop-up ads,
right?

Yeah, not quite.
See, what we're gonna do

is we're not only
lowering it in with

fresh raw meat, which is
what it's used to eating.

We're gonna hit it
with something else.

Something it's a little
more familiar with.

Sean, what in the hell is that?

Well, that...

was the only existing
recording of the beast ever.

Supposedly someone got it just

a couple days
before its last sighting.

Now, it's our ace card.

- You ready to roll, Matt?
- Moment of truth.

Oh, my God.

I can't take this anymore.

- You've given up already?
- Yeah, what the hell?

Talk about patience, geez.

Sean, I can literally
only waste so much of my time

before it actually
becomes impossible

to continue doing so.

What did you think
was gonna happen?

It was just gonna pop out
after five minutes?

Goodnight, Sean.

-Matt.
-Yes?

Do you want me to rub
your feet or something?

So...?

So? Go get it.

Oh, good.
I love handling that thing.

I'm actually considering
making it a hobby of mine.

Report
suspicious activity

and call 9-1-1
for immediate response.

Expect delay,
searches of personal property.

-Take personal security...
-Leah.

...to avoid
becoming a victim.

Sean, what the hell?

No, I told you I'm done.

I watched you fail.
What else do you need from me?

- Leah, you gotta come here.
- ...and local radio--

No, uh, I don't.

I gotta sit right here
and pretend you don't exist.

Leah.

You gotta come help.

Please.

Sean?

...of persons that
exhibit signs of infection.

Sean, what's wrong?

Sean?

Sean, what's going on?
Where is Matt?

Sean? You're freaking me out.

Where is Matt?

I-- I don't know.

One moment he was here
and now he's gone.

-What do you mean gone?
-Gone, Leah, gone as in missing.

Do you see him right now?

Maybe he just

got bored and went
home or something.

He would've said something
if he went home.

I told him to take
this down for me.

When I went to check
on it, the meat was gone

and so was he.

Sean, what do you think
you're doing?

I'm looking for my friend.

You don't even give
a shit about him,

-so why do you care?
-Listen to me.

We have to go back
and call for help.

-You understand?
-No, we gotta go look for him.

-He needs us right now.
-Sean, please.

I got him.
I heard it call.

I had to find him.
Thank God I got here in time.

It was gonna get you kids.

What are you guys doing out here
with this thing running around?

We're looking for another boy.

His best friend,
have you seen him?

Boy?
There ain't no boy out here.

Just that son of a bitch thing.

And when it killed my dog,

the only thing I ever
loved in my life,

and he took--
he took his fucking head.

-I can't believe I got him.
-Mister, listen,

we have to call
the police, okay?

They need to know about this.

I got him, I got him.
I can't believe I got him.

-Do you understand me?
-Son of a bitch.

Where do you live?
Do you live near here?

Mister, please?

Sean, don't touch that.

Oh, fuck.

I didn't know.
I swear, I didn't know.

It was an accident.

Stupid asshole.

- It was a prank.
- Oh, God.

You killed him,
you motherfucker.

I swear to God,
I'll fucking kill--

You saw it. He attacked me.
I had to protect myself.

-I'm calling the police.
-Leah.

-Run!
-No.

No.

I'm sorry, son,
but I can't go to jail.

It was an accident.

Forgive me.

Son,

save me.

No.

So yeah, that's how
a simple, stupid prank

got my best friend
and my sister killed.

So anyone out there
that's listening,

you're thinking
about doing a prank,

there's some things you just
can't take back.

Well.

I thought these stories
were going to be

at least a little fun.

Sorry about that downer
to all my listeners out there.

This has definitely taken a turn

down a sadder path
than expected.

Oh, okay. Well,
I'm getting the signal.

It's that time.

This concludes this
episode of the Truth Serum.

I wanna thank our callers for
sharing their stories with us.

For those listeners who
love to hear about things

that go bump in the night,

we never know what's just
lurking beyond the shadows,

hiding, waiting, watching.

Join us next week when
our topic of conversation

will be haunted highways.

Good evening. And sleep tight.

And now,
it's time to say goodnight

to the Truth Serum

and hello to our next block
of easy-listening jazz,

brought to you by WQRK,
easy listening.

You know, you could
knock next time.

And what would be
the fun in that?

I take it you recorded
it all the way

like you were instructed?

-You seem like a smart man.
-Wasn't that hard at all.

What'll happen to the callers?

It's not your concern, Mr. Dean.

Don't let it cost you any sleep.

You know, one of these days,
this little charade of yours...

it's not gonna work.

Despite your best
attempts to conceal it,

the truth will get out there.

For the sake
of all mankind, Mr. Dean,

pray it never does.

Goodnight.

Harlan,

I warned you.

You didn't listen.

This time, Harlan,
it's time to sign off.