Another journey into the realm of the strange and terrifying.

I hope you will enjoy the trip that it will thrill you a little and chill you a little.

So settle back.

Get a good grip on your nerves.

Where are we going?

You'll find out when we get there.

Theirc. Come in.

Welcome.

I'm E.G. Marshall, with another strange story about the world of the macabre. A very real world, by the way. Because if you think about it, haven't you said to yourself, I can't believe it? Or, that's the weirdest thing I've ever heard. Behind such reactions, there are explanations of a sort. Some make sense. Others, well, others defy explanations because we huddle together in our small world,

which is only a small part of an infinite universe, and nobody knows what unknown influences can change the course of our lives.

For Joey O'Hara, it began not with an unknown influence, but with a policeman.

License, please.

What's the charge, officer?

Speeding.

I clocked you at 35.

Limits 25.

Yeah, I was flat out.

Okay, give me the ticket.

We don't write tickets in lifeboat landing.

You'll have to follow me.

What?

You're holding me in on a speeding charge of 35 miles an hour?

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