No.

This is creepy.

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Hey, everyone.

As you might be able to tell, I've got a little bit of a cold this week.

Nothing bad, mostly just a sore throat.

No big deal.

I guess it's been going around a bit lately.

Like I said, it's nothing bad, but when it comes to podcasting, it can cause some delays.

Hopefully that won't be the case here, but I'm just going to get right to the show and get some rest.

And yes, I've found some more Eddie Graves stuff I'll share later.

But first up, written by Richard Langridge and narrated by

Daniel Hewitt. Creepy presents. The man in my house is not my husband.

So I feel a little silly posting this, but I've been at my wits end lately, and I feel I need to tell someone.

For context, I'm a 58-year-old woman from North Carolina.

Two weeks ago, my husband, we'll call him Dawn, disappeared while working in the Pisgnaational Forest.

He's a senior wildlife biologist for the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service.

He was tracking a family of red wolves when he failed to radio in for the evening,

and a search was promptly called.

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