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Oh my god, literally I'm like the second ring I remembered they don't give you New Year's Day off. Dumbass. What's up? I am headed off for a two-day hike all the way up in your neck of the woods, finally. So, I'm seeing if you want to meet me on the tail end on Sunday. Maybe do some miles on the Copper Crest. Ooh, crap. I have a quadriceps thing again. I'm done for the winter, I think. Well, you usually just slow me down anyway, so how is anything different? Where are you hiking, exactly? Up near the Neverwills. I'm on some endless road here, Cattail Road. I haven seen any other cars for like half an hour The Neverwills Really You done those woods right Never did You know about the Neverwills I just read about the Overlook. That's why I'm headed out now. I want to catch it in the sun up. Yeah, uh, we were always scared of there. All the way back to being kids. All these superstitions around it. Well, the name. I mean... No, people don't go out there. No one keeps the trails up. There's been a couple of murders, I think. That's turtleneck territory. Do what? Yeah, there was this killer they used to scare us with. Turtleneck, lived in the woods, went all around the Neverwills looking for people to kill. Gee, that's funny. I don't remember the trial of turtleneck. I'm telling you, no one I know's ever gone too far in. They just don't like it. Some kind of cult was living out there for a while. Like in the 80s. Well, they'd all be on social security now, I'd imagine. So I think I'll be all right. Hope you got your life, Straw. That's really the middle of nowhere. That's the way I like it. You got good maps? Good is a stretch. I have enough. Dude, turtleneck. Make sure you're 10-zipped. I'll call you Sunday morning anyway in case you want to do food or something before I head back. Yeah, I'm in. Alright, bye. Bye. You're still up? Yeah, I found this old book I had. It's got some freaky stuff up at the Neverwills. You want to hear it? Oh, Jesus. What's the book? Um, Dark Legends of the Pulp Mountains. Oh, okay. Since you have a super reliable source and everything. This is top-notch reporting. You ready? Lay it on me. Where are you now? I'm on this kind of skinny gravel fire road thing. Takes me to the trail I want, I think. So you're basically there. It's like a three-mile walk just to camp once I eventually park. Okay, listen. Wait, I lost it. Hold up. I'm trying to eat a muffin here and keep this book open. Okay. Supposedly named by indigenous Abenaki, the forest and territory known as the Neverwills has been left wild after numerous disturbing controversies. In 1971, a coven of self-proclaimed witches started a major forest fire in trying to cleanse the area of bad spirits. One of them died in the blaze. What kind of muffin? More notably, an area just off the long Donkey Soul Trail was reputed to become home to a secretive surgical cult for several years in the 1980s. This group of a dozen or so people living secretly outside the bounds of society was allegedly chased off from an old half-built house when they began to steal from farms 10 miles away. The people who finally ran the cult off after years of rumors about what it was doing in the woods testified they saw people who had been horribly disfigured and who had fought back with knives and clubs. They left what few belongings they had behind. Listen to you. You need to be on some terrible podcast. The area is now given a wide pass by hikers and those who live in the distant towns of Coroway and Wayland Brown. Some believe the cult returned and regenerated and lives off the land in that wide expanse of dark forest. There's a little inset with a satellite picture where the trail goes through. They marked the spot. Okay, first of all, what is a surgical cult? There's nothing else in here about them. Just some ghosty stuff out that way from 100 years ago. Which trail are you taking? Its initials are DST. Are you serious? Whoa! Almost clipped some big animal. That's the only trail out here that's viable. I think everything else is wild. Oh my god, what if that house is still out there? You know it the level of well detail that impresses me most about that book I think you need to go to bed Oh just thought I pep up your drive a bit I have found this very educational Good night! Uh, I'm texting you this photo of this little map inset. There's something called the Old Woods House marked on it. Bye! You're obsessed with me. Are you sitting down? I'm on the trail, in the pitch dark. Okay. I got some new stuff I found that you need to hear. No, I did some more looking around. I found something really intense. I'm not going to stop you. Where is this tidbit from? Okay, well, what I'll read you is from Wikipedia, but the source is really from. All right, I am out. Just listen. Just listen. Okay? roll it I was sort of snooping after this guy Roland Runger he was an environmentalist but he started out as a drug addict living in the woods for about 10 years then he wrote a book about the never wills I can't find that online but he has a wikipedia page because after he died some nature trust or somebody basically sainted him for all of his work on the environment okay Okay, so what I'm going to read you is the part under the subhead that says Cult Claim Controversy. Okay, here we go. Runger's posthumously published 2008 book, Polk Mountain Passage, was described by Earth Forward as an informative reminiscence of a life spent documenting the flora and fauna of a little explored part of the northeast, but added that it was marred strangely by claims of months spent under the sway of an unsubstantiated cult. Runger wrote that in 1988, when he was just 20, he broke away from squatters living in the Neverwills who had become frighteningly devoted to a surgeon and spiritualist calling himself Renu Stanislav, who claimed that human vanity was the ultimate corrupter of the soul. With the removal of each bodily component keeping humans earthbound, he preached that more spiritual freedom was gained. Liz. Runger claimed in Polk Mountain Passage that some of the dozen members of the squatter community allowed themselves to have entire facial features removed and then even limbs in a progression towards spiritual purity. He wrote of a man named Teddy who over the course of years had his ears and nose and left arm amputated. You still there? Yeah. When Teddy ultimately had a psychotic breakdown, he could not bear to look at his reflection or even expose his face and would not pull a turtleneck sweater down from the top of his forehead. In December of 1988, he attacked and stabbed a hiker. A local legend seemed to grow from this alleged act, and Teddy fled into the woods and was not seen again. Runger wrote that he escaped the cult himself at this time. Deeply addicted to drugs, he claimed he chose not to report these events for fear of imprisonment and did not speak of them for 20 years. Get to the part about how no one's been able to prove any of this stuff. Please tell me it's in there. None of Runger's claims have ever been verified and he passed away offering little more information. Well, if any of that's true, that's pretty great. Just bounce out, man. Find a hotel so I can go to sleep and not worry. Worry about what? How about just karma building off karma? Gonna shut off my phone now Pitch my tent curl up have a nice sleep Call me if you feel anything weird I will I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Jesus. Oh. Uh, where are you now? Yeah, good morning. I'm standing on the side of 404, some little park. I'm gonna be about an hour late getting to your house. It just took me forever to find my way off the trail. You got my text, right? I can't believe you actually went inside that house. Yeah, it was kind of dumb. There could have been crack addicts in there or something. What was it like? Um, bad. Dark. Wet. Creaky. Graffiti? No, actually. Not one bit. Nothing left inside, I assume. I did find something. Ooh, so I got a souvenir? No, I left it where it was. It's not the kind of thing you want to start thinking about. What was it? I'll text you a picture. It was a little tough to see what I was looking at. The flashlight sort of washed out the thing sitting on the floorboards. But I could see enough. He was right. The more I looked at it, the less I wanted it in my mind. It was totally smeared with moss and grime and broken. It was an old hand mirror with a long plastic handle. Now receiving frequency transmission. I remember having a very profound realization about my dog when I was on mushrooms one Halloween. He sat by me and I realized with immense gratitude that dogs are all sentinels. We've merely fooled ourselves into thinking that we take care of them. But they are truly our guardians sent here to watch over us. They are angels. And yes, we need to feed them and bathe them. And yes, he peed in the hallway. And I wished that angels didn't pee in hallways, but they do. That's the thing about altered states. They don't show you what isn't there. They show you what was always there, hiding in plain sight. Transmission complete. Stay tuned to Spector Vision Radio. Stay. Stay.
