Spector Vision Radio.

My name's Greg Newkirk.

And I'm Dana Newkirk.

And we're stoked to bring the Haunted Objects podcast, our biweekly show that explores the folklore, history, and paranormal activity behind the world's most mysterious artifacts to Spector Vision Radio.

One week, we're exploring crashed UFO parts from the Nevada Desert

and taste testing lab-developed Bigfoot pheromones in another.

Just so you know, they taste pretty awful.

That's because you're supposed to smell them, Greg.

For Spector Vision Radio, the Haunted Objects podcast.

Music Podcast. My name is Jeffrey Roth.

On November 4th, I drove my elderly stepfather to my mother's funeral.

Tasteful affair, small, very little talk, not like my stepfather to my mother's funeral. Tasteful affair, small, very little talk,

not like my stepfather could talk anymore anyway. I quietly accepted the praise of some of my mother's old acquaintances for briefly returning home to care for him in his hour of need,

seeing as how I knew him so little. I nodded a lot.

As soon as the service was over, I lifted Corcoran's ever-shinking bulk from his wheelchair to the

passenger seat of my car and got out of there. His house was on 70 acres, maintained by the sweat of laborers who had little for themselves.

Out of it as he was at ninety-five, Corkran's face expressed surprise and concern when, after

hauling him from the passenger seat back to his wheelchair, I began pushing him not up to the front door of his

godforsaken mansion, but around the back.

No, you're not going in tonight, I told him.

Expect something else.

That made him suspicious and fearful, sure, because after all, the tension between us had always been thick, even with me living far away and having no contact with him.

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