Hello, and welcome to the Captain Hot Podcast. My name is Mark Stores, and I'm joined by Mr. Chris Carnacelli. Hello. And Mr. Robert Thomas Morphe, the second. Yeah. Yeah. Absolutely. There it is. We're back in close proximity boys. Yeah, we are. Same room. I can't take the whole nine. Yeah, we're, I mean, we're still like arms length, but you know, we're always at arms length. Yeah, well, that's just the table. Maybe we should get closer. No. Oh,

okay. There it is. No. All right. Fine. Awesome. Excellent. Speaking of getting closer, Patreon. Oh, you like that. That was not the greatest transition. You don't think so, really? I mean, it was, it was a transition. Getting closer. I think you could have worked a little. All right. You know what? It was great. All right. Excellent. I'm proud of you. I appreciate that all day. I mean, I didn't, but I appreciate the lie. Thank you. That is what friendships are built on tight lies. Yeah. That's true. Exactly. Robert, we got some. Tight lies. Friendship. Let's put the hard

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Oh, we're coming in. We're coming in this week. You know, we're doing. What are we doing? What do we got here? We got a red headed death angel. Yeah, we do. That's a big title. It is. It's a super big title. It's a little bit of mouthful. I like it though. It tells a lot. I mean, a little bit, but it's full of enigma too. That's the full of mystery. Yeah, because you read the details. Yeah. Not the band, death angel. No, it was.

Well, yeah, be weird if it was actually Joe. Okay. Yeah. I guess the context of the story that totally wouldn't work. But regardless, red headed death angel. Let's get this started with beginning when he was just 12 years old. A young boy had the same horrific nightmare over and over again.

After many years, the seemingly endless odyssey of terror finally ended, but little could he have expected that decades later, he would have a nerve rattling face-to-face encounter with a beautiful Yepazar being who seemed to have emerged fully formed from the depths of his fear-addled psyche.

The depths of fucked up weird science. That's true. I know. What was your name? Kelly LeBrock? Kelly LeBrock Tall, but now we're talking about God bless that movie. God bless John Hughes, one and all. Yeah, I do have a soft spot for that movie, especially like just what's how's the brother's name? Oh, yeah, Bill Paxton there. Yeah, why was the kid? Yeah, he was the other one. He wakes him up. I smack him the head with the gun. Oh, yeah.

Oh, it's just so fun. Chat chat. I know it was just something. I think it's turned into a big pile of shit in the end. Oh, everything's blue. They had Michael Barryman. Yeah, our buddy too. Reprising his role from road war. Oh, yeah, yeah. Over in G. Wells. Yeah. Oh my God. He's all scared us all. He did. He scared and then he became our friend. Yeah, it was great. He's scared us down for like three hours. He did too. And then he looked. He finally had a lolly. He just walked over. Look, I think we're going to die. Yeah. But then he just sat down.

He was wicked cool. So he's like, so I suppose you're going to want to talk to me all day. We're like, yes, baby. Yes, a pizza. Yeah, you know, he really was like one of the nicest dudes ever. Totally. So cool. All right, Bobby. Let's get started here. So first off, I just want to thank Jason, who was a listener who sent this account into us originally. And when I wanted to do a follow up interview, he was very prompt and getting back ahold of me. So I'm super duper grateful. And this makes it one of those really fascinating cases that begins a listener story.

That we were able to follow up on and now bring to the rest of the listeners. Perfect. We actually got this. Thank you. We got this a couple of weeks ago. Yeah, it was, yeah, super, like, super recently, like with the turnover was quick. You sent it to me. I'm like, Oh, shit. Yeah. Looked into it. The questions were answered. And then boom. Awesome. Excellent. Well, it is indeed. This chilling account was sent to us by a listener who we will refer to only as Jason, as just mentioned, who claimed that his life

was forever changed by a seemingly angelic apparition, who appeared to him in a hauntingly beautiful, yet ultimately terrifying recurring dream that came to him every single night, repeating itself note for note for a total of 14 fucking years. It's just too long. It's 14 years. I wouldn't be able to do it. Honestly, like, how do you even live with that? I would drink a lot. He's 12 though. Oh, well, I mean, starting. You can never start to

live with that. Me as well. But unlike so many other childhood accounts, wherein the recipients were unable to recall the exact times of the incidents in question, Jason, perhaps revealing the uncannily acute memory that would later be who of him in his role as a police officer, unequivocally states that the insidious dreams began precisely on April 4th, 1991, when he was just 12 years old. Here, in his own words,

the contents of his repeating nighttime reverie, quote, I began having the same nightmare and would every night without fail until I was 26 years old. Again, 14 fucking years too long. I'm standing on a pier, looking out at a beautiful Alpine lake, vast mountains, pine trees, snow covered peaks, pristine, think sound of music without Julie Andrews, he adds, I see a boat tied to the pier.

I have no recollection of getting in the boat, just that the next thing I realize I'm in the boat, rowing across the lake. I stop rowing and I am just sitting admiring my surroundings when I become aware that a light is surrounding the boat from beneath me deep under water with some U.S.

I lean over the side of the boat and see what my 12-year-old self would best describe as an angel, long-flowing red hair, wearing a white garment. I can't exactly make out a face, but I have the impression that she is beautiful. She has a body, arms, legs, etc. but I mostly focus on her face and I can't recall the rest of her, end quote.

It would be at this point that this picturesque mental imagery would swiftly devolve into the realm of the balls out nightmare, Jason continued.

I'm just staring at her. She then grabs me by the face and pulls me underwater. Her face becomes nothing more than a skull and she pulls me down.

The last thing I can see is the boat fading away as this bitch drowns me. Then I wake up, gasping for air, sweating and oddly pissed that this entity lured me into a watery grave.

I mean that's how they get you, I guess, in the end is like, oh I'm so beautiful death.

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