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Welcome Breathe. Welcome to Ghost Honey's. Dream the shoe.

Hi there, gentle listeners. I just got back from the thrift store. I was on a mission, I guess you could say, to purchase an old stereo that plays cassettes.

I had to go to like three Goodwill's just to find one that worked, but now that I'm back

home, I'd like to share something with you.

Last night at around 3 a.m., I heard a pounding at my front door.

So I did what anyone would do.

I grabbed the aluminum baseball bat that I keep under my bed and cried a little bit.

While I peered out the front door window and did my best to hold in my pee.

I waited a few minutes to make sure that whoever knocked had left and I opened the door and found a small

cardboard box, stained green from some weird liquid and covered in dirt and leaves.

It looked almost as if it had been living deep in a cave or buried in the forest floor for

years and years.

My first thought was, I've listened to too many

true crime podcasts. I know evidence from a murder scene when I see it. So again, I did what anyone

would do. I grabbed a very long stick from the front yard and poked the top of the box open

to expose its insides, and that's when I found cassette tapes.

And, well, I haven't listened to any of them yet and figured we could maybe listen to the first one together.

Okay, no time like the present.

Here's the first cassette.

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