Hello and welcome to an extra special and delightfully spooky Halloween episode of All

Crime No Cattle.

I, of course, am your nefarious and nocturnal host, Detective Shea Butter.

And I am the skeleton woman, Erin.

You might be looking at the calendar right now and saying, but Erin, Halloween is come

and gone.

And so it has.

But gentle listeners, your hosts were desperately sick for the past several weeks and

our favorite holiday was thus poisoned.

You see, even with several doctors visits and even with spending literally all of Halloween

night at urgent care, and even with all the antibiotics in the world, we died.

This is quite true.

But dear friends, we have returned.

For even death itself could not tear us away from providing you with these spooky tales

from across Texas.

So join the decrepit, resurrected bodies of your hosts as we sit around the campfire once

more.

Just don't get too close for we may still be contagious.

And first, let's travel to Witch Mountain.

Your Lost.

Earlier this afternoon, you had driven up to Lester Lortch Nature Preserve in Cedar Hill,

just south of Dallas, to take a hike.

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