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This episode of the no sleep podcast features just one tale, the saga of butcher face, written

by AJ Garlisi and read by David Cummings.

In 1997, my friend Chris moved across the state. At that time, we were 10. We didn't really

have a way to see each other besides getting a ride from our parents to one or the other's

house, which would be a hassle for our parents, so we eventually lost contact.

During this time, I had only gotten the chance to visit his house once. It was a very plain

split level house, probably built in the early 80s, with neighbors close by, so it wasn't

even secluded. We lost contact with each other for 10 years, that is until Chris contacted

a mutual friend through my space. We made plans to hook up and hang out, now that we had

our own means of transportation, it was a lot easier. After maybe a month of this, Chris

mentioned that his family would be remodeling the house, and I offered my help. He and

his father gladly accepted the offer, since the previous owners apparently didn't keep

up on it themselves. So a couple weeks later, I drove down one weekend and we started tearing

up carpeting, ripping off wallpaper, etc. The basement had been changed into a room for

Chris some years before, and while half of the floor was concrete, the other half seemed

to have been torn up and replaced with floorboards, and one of the boards had become warped

and broken, leaving it protruding up from under the carpet, so they wanted to replace it.

We tore up the carpet and started ripping out the floorboards when we found what looked

like a whole dug about 5 feet into the ground under the floor. Chris jumped down there, thinking

he could get better leverage to tear up the boards when he said something was down there.

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