Speaker 1: You were listening to Strawberry Spring, based on a short
Speaker 1: story by Stephen King m Rachel, Are you here, hey, honey?
Speaker 1: At an early class I didn't want to wake you.
Speaker 1: I love you, ensue you. Tonight, I was staring in
Speaker 1: the mirror. My face looked like someone stretched it out
Speaker 1: on a drying rack. I tried combing my hair with
Speaker 1: both hands, but that never really works. Prying my tongue
Speaker 1: from the roof of my mouth made me feel like
Speaker 1: there was a plantations were the cotton absorbing all my saliva.
Speaker 1: All in all, I felt like I had the world's
Speaker 1: worst hangover, but I didn't get to have the fun
Speaker 1: part of actually getting drunk. A cold shower usually wakes
Speaker 1: me up. I should have been used to it by now,
Speaker 1: the migraine hangover. But some things you never get used to,
Speaker 1: Like murder. I kept thinking about Amma Laura, a student
Speaker 1: that worked the grinder by day, a violent killer by night,
Speaker 1: or in his case, also worked at the grinder by night.
Speaker 1: It just didn't make sense to me. If it was
Speaker 1: a simple lover's quarrel, I get it, he lost this temper.
Speaker 1: He killed her, but to cut her up it just
Speaker 1: didn't fit. DJ Kevin Hargan here. It's I don't know
Speaker 1: about you and New Sharon, but after the winter we
Speaker 1: just had I don't think anyone within the sound of
Speaker 1: my voice wishes it would rain. I have a better idea.
Speaker 1: I'm going to end the show with a track by Maryland.
Speaker 1: I didn't oversleep often, but I was running a bit late.
Speaker 1: That's when Anne called me. Hello, Oh good, you're still there.
Speaker 1: What's up? Heard? What? He He killed another one? Wait?
Speaker 1: Who killed another one? What are you talking about? They
Speaker 1: had to let him go. Wait, slowed down for a minute.
Speaker 1: Start from the beginning, Laura. They had to let him go.
Speaker 1: He was sitting in a jail still last night when
Speaker 1: it happened. When what happened? Another murder? The guy killed
Speaker 1: somebody else last night. M Laura had an air tight
Speaker 1: alibi since he was in custody, so it can't beat him.
Speaker 1: Now they're looking all over for it. For what her head?
Speaker 1: Whoever killed her took her head? Oh my god, I
Speaker 1: know right, this isn't over. It's just the beginning. How
Speaker 1: soon can you meet me at the time I'll leave
Speaker 1: right now. Excuse me, part of me. New Sharon isn't
Speaker 1: a big school now and back in n it was
Speaker 1: even smaller, the kind of school people referred to as
Speaker 1: a liberal arts college. It was a tight knit community,
Speaker 1: at least in those days. Between you and your friends,
Speaker 1: you probably had at least some passing acquaintance with everyone,
Speaker 1: or at least one of their friends. That's what made
Speaker 1: it so hard to believe. I bobbed and weaved my
Speaker 1: way across campus, and every person I passed looked at
Speaker 1: me with suspicion. I looked back at them the same way.
Speaker 1: Someone on campus killed two women. Who why? Those were
Speaker 1: the questions, but getting the answers just became infinitely more difficult.
Speaker 1: When I got to the Times, the place was buzzing
Speaker 1: with activity. We were the epicenter of something horrible. I
Speaker 1: found Anne locked away in her office. She was tacking
Speaker 1: up a picture of Gail Kerman on a court word.
Speaker 1: Next to her was a new face, a face that
Speaker 1: I'm sad to say I recognized. Oh no, Charlotte Foster.
Speaker 1: You knew her, I did. I mean, I'd seen her
Speaker 1: around eye classes with her over the years. I know
Speaker 1: Rachel would hang out with her from time to time,
Speaker 1: but not lately. Because you hand me some push pens
Speaker 1: here you go. They look a little bit alike. Don't
Speaker 1: you think it's hard to say cute, dirty blonde? Other
Speaker 1: than that, I'm not sure. How do you want to
Speaker 1: handle this. We need to write something about her. I
Speaker 1: want to make sure it's not some faceless eulogy. We
Speaker 1: need to make her a person. We need to make
Speaker 1: sure when people read about her, they know her, they care.
Speaker 1: It's the only way this thing is going to stop.
Speaker 1: Whoever is doing this needs to see these women as
Speaker 1: real people understood. I get it. You want me to
Speaker 1: humanize her. Let me talk to a few people. Get
Speaker 1: a snapshot of who she was in what made her
Speaker 1: take Henry? Yeah, I knew her too. Make it more
Speaker 1: than a snapshot, Make it a full picture. I don't
Speaker 1: want her to be remembered for being murdered. I want
Speaker 1: her to be remembered for being alive, not for being died.
Speaker 1: Bring it back to life with your words. I will.
Speaker 1: It's at least I can do. I'll start at the sorority.
Speaker 1: I'm sure her sisters will be helpful. I was never
Speaker 1: part of the fraternity system at New Sharon. It wasn't
Speaker 1: really for me. I was happy to find a few friends,
Speaker 1: grab some beers and get good grades. I didn't have
Speaker 1: anything against him, but coming from an orphanage after my
Speaker 1: mother and brother died, I felt like I had to
Speaker 1: grow up pretty fast. I didn't have time for the
Speaker 1: toga parties and campus white pranks. I wanted to put
Speaker 1: the past behind me and get started with my own life.
Speaker 1: Once I've met Rachel, all bets were off. I dreaded
Speaker 1: telling her about Charlotte. She was one of those friends
Speaker 1: of a friend everyone has in college. I stood outside
Speaker 1: Charlotte Foster, a Scama Phi Beta sorority house. The front
Speaker 1: steps were littered with flowers, candles, and a makeshift shrine.
Speaker 1: I could barely make my way up the front steps.
Speaker 1: It was like a memorial service had already taken place.
Speaker 1: It seemed pretty ironic to think about writing a story
Speaker 1: that brought her to life when the most significant story
Speaker 1: I would ever write wasn't about people's lives, but about
Speaker 1: their deaths. Hi. Can I help you? Hi? I'm Henry
Speaker 1: Dinnon with the school paper I was. I was hoping
Speaker 1: I could talk to you about Charlotte Foster. We want
Speaker 1: to do a store on her so people can get
Speaker 1: to know who she was a little better. Oh, oh,
Speaker 1: I told you. Um, we had an art history class together.
Speaker 1: Come on in you Is this the most recent picture
Speaker 1: of everyone Gamma Phi. Yeah, it was from my Christmas pageant.
Speaker 1: That's the last picture of everyone together. Mhm. What can
Speaker 1: you tell me about Charlotte that I might not already know?
Speaker 1: Did you know her? I did a little. We had
Speaker 1: some classes freshman year nights here around. From time to time.
Speaker 1: My girlfriend hung out with her a bit. Freshman year.
Speaker 1: They went to a few sit ins. Do you mind
Speaker 1: if we hang out in the parlor? No, not at all.
Speaker 1: It's quiet. You're the only one here. Yeah. Most of
Speaker 1: the girls of classes or are studying for mid terms
Speaker 1: at the library. I have afternoon classes today, so I
Speaker 1: guess you got lucky I was here. I appreciate your
Speaker 1: talking to me. Charlotte was She was the best I
Speaker 1: know when something happens to people, everyone says that, but
Speaker 1: it's true. She was pretty. Did you know she was
Speaker 1: the first runner up in the Miss New England pageant
Speaker 1: last year? No idea. Now she was hoping to win
Speaker 1: some scholarship money to pay for school. What's this picture from?
Speaker 1: That's from the fourth of July talent show. I guess
Speaker 1: that explains the flaming baton. Yeah, Charlotte twirled that while
Speaker 1: singing Hey look me over. It was like a vaudeville
Speaker 1: kind of thing. She was a really good singer. She
Speaker 1: was a member of the Dramatic Society. Did you ever
Speaker 1: see her in the school plays? I know school paper
Speaker 1: reviewed them. No, we have a film and theater critic
Speaker 1: that covers those. She was great. Wait here, I'll find
Speaker 1: some of the clippings. Oh, it's no problem, I'll get
Speaker 1: those from the archives. It won't take an it'll be
Speaker 1: right back. I didn't know how to tell her I
Speaker 1: probably had enough. There was so much sadness in her eyes.
Speaker 1: Even though she lived in a house full of girls,
Speaker 1: at that moment, she was lonely. At least I could
Speaker 1: do was humor and hang around for a few minutes.
Speaker 1: I could hang around all day. It wouldn't change anything.
Speaker 1: I couldn't bring her back age. Thanks, there's a lot
Speaker 1: of clippings here. Do you mind if I take them
Speaker 1: with me to read later? As long as you promised
Speaker 1: to bring them back, I want to make sure they
Speaker 1: stay with the sorority history books. I promise, And thanks
Speaker 1: for taking the time. Can I ask you a question. Sure,
Speaker 1: why would why would somebody do this to her? It
Speaker 1: doesn't make any sense. You're right, it doesn't make any sense.
Speaker 1: Because I stood there, leaning on the door frame, I
Speaker 1: looked at round the sorority house was pictured perfect. Nothing
Speaker 1: was out of place, just like the rest of New
Speaker 1: Sharon College. Everything on the surface looked like it was
Speaker 1: supposed to until he showed up. Then nothing never looked
Speaker 1: the same again. I suddenly saw things differently. The pristine
Speaker 1: Victorian sorority house had small cracks in the paint. The
Speaker 1: veneer was showing its age. Years of use had chipped
Speaker 1: the front tiles on the walk away. But most obvious
Speaker 1: was the girl standing right in front of me. It
Speaker 1: was her vaneer, one that had never faced something so real.
Speaker 1: Somebody didn't just crack her surface. Cracks can be filled
Speaker 1: and fixed spring heeled jack brokers permanently. I didn't have
Speaker 1: an answer for I doubted anyone ever would. I figured
Speaker 1: if I could at least do my pardon, write a
Speaker 1: nice story to remember Charlotte Foster, then maybe that would help.
Speaker 1: Charlotte Foster, President of the Gamma Phi Batis Sorority. Charlotte Foster,
Speaker 1: aspiring an actress, Charlotte Foster, all around nice person, Charlotte
Speaker 1: Foster dead MH. I walked my afternoon classes like everyone else.
Speaker 1: I nodded to the people I knew, Hey, how are you?
Speaker 1: I said, high, with a little more force than usual,
Speaker 1: as if that would make up for the way I
Speaker 1: was staring people down, studying their faces, looking for a sign,
Speaker 1: until there was someone dark among us, now a killer.
Speaker 1: People would make eye contact with just as quickly avert
Speaker 1: their gaze. They say, the eyes are the window to
Speaker 1: the soul. But what if you don't want to see
Speaker 1: the inside. What if what you see is so dark,
Speaker 1: so disturbing, that you have to look away, as if
Speaker 1: there is no other reason than to save yourself. I
Speaker 1: decided to make a quick detour. I saw where Gale
Speaker 1: was murdered. I figured I should see where Charlotte was too.
Speaker 1: Nothing prepares you for death. The aftermath isn't much better.
Speaker 1: As I walked up to where they found the body,
Speaker 1: at least part of it, I could see the police
Speaker 1: try to make it go away. But overnight the blood
Speaker 1: mixed with some of the melted snow and then froze again.
Speaker 1: Pink swirls of blood clouded in the frozen streams against
Speaker 1: milky patches of white. It was more like an art
Speaker 1: project than a murder scene. It was like Salvador Dolly
Speaker 1: stopped by for surreal art exhibit the Persistence of Charlotte Foster.
Speaker 1: I stood there for a few minutes, wondering what had
Speaker 1: to happen to push someone so far that they'd be
Speaker 1: willing to take someone else's life. Henry, you're not gonna
Speaker 1: believe this ship. Kevin, what are you doing here staying
Speaker 1: on top of current events? Uh? Fine? What'd you hear?
Speaker 1: I heard Captain Spencer called Dean Edwards. Not only did
Speaker 1: they have to release m Laura, they don't have any
Speaker 1: suspects at all. Wait, not one nobody. They're freaking out now.
Speaker 1: There's talk about the Zodiac murders and them wondering if
Speaker 1: that could be the same person. But they think there's
Speaker 1: a serial killer, wouldn't you? There's two dead girls now,
Speaker 1: I know it's just what I haven't had a chance
Speaker 1: to consider it yet. Well you should consider it a ship.
Speaker 1: I see Anne coming. She hates when I hang around
Speaker 1: here looking for in Hey, if she asks, I was
Speaker 1: never here. See you later. Who was that h oh,
Speaker 1: no one. Uh, just some guy asking for directions to
Speaker 1: the com I just got off the phone from Adman.
Speaker 1: He want us to put new kirkw restrictions on the
Speaker 1: front page tomorrow. What nine o'clock at night, No if
Speaker 1: and or bus. They're going to lockdown campus and try
Speaker 1: and stop anyone from getting hurt. You guys, check it out.
Speaker 1: Cops are already all over campus. Read the ship. He'd
Speaker 1: show up now? Why can't they be here to catch
Speaker 1: the guy instead? They just want to stop everyone from
Speaker 1: having freedom. That's a lot of cops. Someone get pictures
Speaker 1: of this. We need a shot to go with the
Speaker 1: headline that two girls are dead and the police have
Speaker 1: no leads. After the craziness died down, I met Rachel
Speaker 1: at her place. With the nine o'clock curfew on the horizon,
Speaker 1: it seemed like the best option. Thanks, thanks for spending
Speaker 1: the name. If there's one thing you don't have to
Speaker 1: thank me for, it's for spending the night with you. Funny,
Speaker 1: but I'm serious. Just still a killer out there, and
Speaker 1: I feel a lot better knowing you're here with me. Hey,
Speaker 1: I'm sorry about Charlotte. I know you guys were friends.
Speaker 1: That's crazy. How a minute you don't think of someone,
Speaker 1: and a minute later they're all you can think about.
Speaker 1: I get it. This whole thing keeps bringing back memories
Speaker 1: of my mom. It has to be hard. Was she
Speaker 1: like you never really talk about her. She was pretty,
Speaker 1: she had blonde hair, it was shoulder length. She was good.
Speaker 1: She was good mom. My dad left for Korean fifty two,
Speaker 1: and I remember because we were watching Superman on TV.
Speaker 1: I was only six, my brother was three. I don't
Speaker 1: remember that much about what happened. Only one night. We're
Speaker 1: sitting in the kitchen eating TV dinners, and then there
Speaker 1: was a knock at the door. There were these army
Speaker 1: officers in uniform. They handed my mom a letter and
Speaker 1: the next thing I knew she was on the ground crime.
Speaker 1: So is about your father? Yeah, he was killed in Korea.
Speaker 1: They never sent his remains back. All I have from
Speaker 1: him as his hat. But after that happened, I remember
Speaker 1: my mom was like a dad. She went to the
Speaker 1: Little League games and helped with our homework. I mean,
Speaker 1: my grandparents helped out whenever they could, but every once
Speaker 1: in a while, but she would have too much to drink.
Speaker 1: And I think it was just the pressure of raising
Speaker 1: two boys. I mean, look, we probably weren't the easiest
Speaker 1: to deal with. Must have been hard. Look, I'm sure
Speaker 1: it was, but that's no excuse. My brother was little.
Speaker 1: He didn't know any better. I would watch him after
Speaker 1: school while she was at work. She was a damn
Speaker 1: secretary at a bank, so it was on me to
Speaker 1: make sure he did his homework after school. She would
Speaker 1: be out on dates, come home late. Sometimes she forget
Speaker 1: to make dinner. Another time she was the mother of
Speaker 1: the year. I never knew which version was going to
Speaker 1: be hanging around the house. To be honest, it was
Speaker 1: better when it was just me and my brother, but
Speaker 1: then that all changed after the accident. After that, I
Speaker 1: bounced around foster homes and the orphanage for years I
Speaker 1: was alone. I'm so sorry. I don't even know what
Speaker 1: to say. You don't have to say anything. I couldn't
Speaker 1: seem to remember too much detail until last week, But
Speaker 1: every foster home was the same thing. I'd have a
Speaker 1: hard time fitting and then go back to the orphanage
Speaker 1: to wait and see if I could be adopted. Didn't
Speaker 1: help to keep changing schools. It's not that I was rebellious.
Speaker 1: I think I was just angry. You were confused. You
Speaker 1: had every right be It's not the same thing, but
Speaker 1: growing up black in the South and then coming here,
Speaker 1: there are hardly any black people in New England, especially
Speaker 1: at the school. I could have stayed at home and
Speaker 1: went to Howard, but I wanted to change. I try
Speaker 1: to get away from home. I'm the first kid, let
Speaker 1: alone woman, for my family to go to college. I
Speaker 1: just need to change the scenery. Well, you sure got one.
Speaker 1: I was just happy to find a place where I
Speaker 1: might fit in. I wasn't. I'm sure I did until
Speaker 1: I As far as I'm concerned, You'll never be alone again,
Speaker 1: not tonight, not ever. The truth is I would have
Speaker 1: spent the night with Rachel regardless. But she was right.
Speaker 1: There was a killer on the loose. It didn't take
Speaker 1: long before we were a few beers and and we
Speaker 1: heard sirens. Do you think I don't know? Ye come
Speaker 1: in Unit for Please confirm your position, Unit for copy.
Speaker 1: We hear something coming from the trees outside the Tate
Speaker 1: Alumni building and going off walking to investigate. I'll shot
Speaker 1: my flashlight. You draw your weapon. I looked out the window,
Speaker 1: but with the fog, all I could see was a
Speaker 1: red and blue glow in the distance. I saw some
Speaker 1: faint shadows of who I assumed were police officers. Any
Speaker 1: chance of finding out what happened would have to wait
Speaker 1: until morning. Are you right? Yeah, that's good something you
Speaker 1: just turn that off? What the hell, man, what are
Speaker 1: you doing? It just looks like we're doing. Man, we're
Speaker 1: having some private time. You're out of the copy, get dressed,
Speaker 1: you're coming with us. It wasn't until the next morning
Speaker 1: I found out it was a couple of half naked
Speaker 1: jr Is trying to get it on outside of her
Speaker 1: dorm room. That was just the beginning of the chaos
Speaker 1: the police brought with them. This is Patrol four checking in.
Speaker 1: It's two in the morning and no signs of disturbances
Speaker 1: here on campus. Copy that patrol forward. Thanks for checking in,
Speaker 1: maintaining your perimeter and keep us posted if you see anything.
Speaker 1: How long do you think this is going to go on?
Speaker 1: For no idea anyone knows if we ever see this
Speaker 1: guy again. Let's head back to the car. I have
Speaker 1: a fairness flow up car, and my wife made me.
Speaker 1: I don't know, did you read the report the stuff
Speaker 1: he did to those two girls. I wonder if a
Speaker 1: guy like that would ever stop if he doesn't get card.
Speaker 1: That's where the big brands at the station to figure out.
Speaker 1: As far as I'm concerned, I'm just walking to be
Speaker 1: Is that is that a body? Jesus? It is a body,
Speaker 1: but I could barely see a thing. Hold your flashlight
Speaker 1: on it. It's a male age. He's not moving. Do
Speaker 1: you see anything any injuries? Pull the car around quick,
Speaker 1: help me get on the tide. Let's go. Dispatcher's patrol
Speaker 1: for heading to New Sharon Presbyterian. We have victim in
Speaker 1: roots are riding in six minutes. Can you go any faster?
Speaker 1: I can barely see a thing, Miss Buck, I go
Speaker 1: any faster will be the ones they were knitting will
Speaker 1: be there any second. Can you turn that siren down?
Speaker 1: Jesus Christ, Jesus, Chris, Jesus married Joseph. You're alive? Yeah, man,
Speaker 1: it must have passed out. And I told my frat
Speaker 1: brothers that was one beer too many. Where was up? Dispatch?
Speaker 1: This is patrol for false alarm. We got a kid
Speaker 1: that had too much to drink. Hey, can you drop
Speaker 1: me at the Alpha five house? It seemed like one
Speaker 1: misstep after another. People started to travel in small groups
Speaker 1: that tended to break up and reform with surprising speed,
Speaker 1: Rumors spread from one end of the campus to another
Speaker 1: with the speed of light. A well liked history professor
Speaker 1: was caught in his private office having an affair with
Speaker 1: his student. While its moral coundas was suddenly a question,
Speaker 1: he proved to be innocent of a cold blooded burner.
Speaker 1: It had been five long days since Gail Kerman's murder,
Speaker 1: and back at the New Sharing Times, Anne and Chelsea
Speaker 1: weren't faring much better. I was sitting on the edge
Speaker 1: of Anne's desk when Chelsea came running in. You guys
Speaker 1: are not going to believe this, Sorry, but just check
Speaker 1: this out. I was listening to my dad last night,
Speaker 1: just outside his office. I know that I had the
Speaker 1: final ring in front of me, but what the hell
Speaker 1: does it mean? And how can we be sure? He
Speaker 1: had just gotten pictures back from the crime scene, and
Speaker 1: while they were blurry, there was new information I could hear.
Speaker 1: My dad was worried. Right, we need to keep this
Speaker 1: out of the press. The last thing we need is
Speaker 1: to start a witch hunt. We already arrested one kid
Speaker 1: and had to let him go. We can't afford to
Speaker 1: let that happen again. As soon as you want to sleep.
Speaker 1: I sent back into his office and grabbed a file.
Speaker 1: You have to open it up. These pictures, they're pretty
Speaker 1: hard to make out. It's pretty dark and grainy. Here,
Speaker 1: lay them out on the desk. Look at these, the
Speaker 1: ones with the white greased pin. See here where circled
Speaker 1: on the ground. Let me take a closer look here,
Speaker 1: use my glasses. I see a lot of blood. It's
Speaker 1: so hard to make out. Is that? Yes, she wrote
Speaker 1: something on the pavement. Let me see it says here too,
Speaker 1: here too? What is here to mean? Chelsea? What do
Speaker 1: the police think of means? They have no idea. Someone
Speaker 1: thought it might be a quote from Shakespeare. It almost
Speaker 1: looks like it could say where for, you know, from
Speaker 1: Romeo and Juliet. I don't know's that's a bit of
Speaker 1: a stretch, but there's definitely two words there. Looks like
Speaker 1: she was trying to tell us something. Sure enough, if
Speaker 1: there were two words, those two words were enough to
Speaker 1: mean something and at the same time nothing at all.
Speaker 1: It was like trying to put together a jigsaw puzzle
Speaker 1: without ever seeing the picture. But it didn't take long
Speaker 1: for something new to come into focus. How's your story
Speaker 1: on Charlotte Foster? Coming along? I'm gonna put pen to
Speaker 1: paper right now. I'll have for you by the end
Speaker 1: of the day. Yes, here's the latest on Charlotte Foster.
Speaker 1: I'm reading the paper out of Boston, so bear with me.
Speaker 1: She was found on a soggy patch of ground, some
Speaker 1: twelve feet from the nearest sidewalk. There were no footprints,
Speaker 1: not even her own. These murders remind me of the
Speaker 1: infamous springheel Jack of English Folkhorn, a killer who stopped
Speaker 1: the streets of London, terrorized women, A phantom with razor
Speaker 1: sharp claws her hands. He could breathe fire, He was
Speaker 1: so light on his feet that he never left the footprint.
Speaker 1: They never caught him. And now we have our own
Speaker 1: springheel Jack roaming our very own New England, murdering and
Speaker 1: terrorizing the campus of New Sharing. Did you hear me?
Speaker 1: Got scooped by who? Some reporter out of Boston. Spring
Speaker 1: heeled Jack. Yeah, they gave him a name. What the
Speaker 1: hell is spring heel Jack? It turns out some reporter
Speaker 1: decided to give our killer a moniker. They also got
Speaker 1: a copy of the police report. How do you think
Speaker 1: they paid someone off a story like this, someone will
Speaker 1: be willing to pay for information. California has a zodiac,
Speaker 1: and I New England has spring heeled Jack, spring heeled Jack.
Speaker 1: Who would have thought that they would stick? I had
Speaker 1: it back to my place. I had enough studying to do,
Speaker 1: and so did Rachel. I figured I'd take the night
Speaker 1: to myself and put my insomnia had a good use
Speaker 1: to try and pass some classes. It was a brilliant idea,
Speaker 1: but it didn't meet with much success. Spring heel Jack.
Speaker 1: I couldn't get the name out of my head, and
Speaker 1: now the name would live on forever an infamy. But
Speaker 1: that was eight years ago, eight years ago, and right now,
Speaker 1: UM the least of my problems. Sometimes when I hear
Speaker 1: the right song and make all my problems go away.
Speaker 1: How about you out there in radio lane? What does
Speaker 1: it take to make all your problems go away? Feel
Speaker 1: free to give me a call. Maybe I can help
Speaker 1: m There's so much blood in the trunk of my car.
Speaker 1: I don't know where to begin. The note from spring
Speaker 1: heel Jack was terrifying, an invitation to get reacquainted. I
Speaker 1: don't know what that means, but there's blood everywhere. He
Speaker 1: used my car to move the body. But how when
Speaker 1: while I was teaching grading papers, he wants me to
Speaker 1: play the game, and I want to call the cops,
Speaker 1: But what would I tell them? I've worked late, I
Speaker 1: had no alibi that when the fog rolls in, I
Speaker 1: have a mental block and can't remember anything. Spring heel
Speaker 1: Jack knows me better that I know my show, and
Speaker 1: that's what I'm afraid of. Ye. Strawberry Spring is a
Speaker 1: production of Audio Up Media and I Heart Radio, based
Speaker 1: on a short story by Stephen King. Executive produced by
Speaker 1: Lee Metzker, Jared Gootstadt and Philip alder Stack, Written and
Speaker 1: directed by Lee Metzker, starring Garrett Headland, My Little Ventimilia, Horizon, Guardiola,
Speaker 1: Sydney Sweeney, Ken Marino, Al Madrigal and Brett Passenger. Audio
Speaker 1: Up in house production by Georgiana Glick, Franzheim and Laura Ramada,
Speaker 1: Edited by Carry Caulfield, Eric and Jeremiah Zimmerman. Sound design
Speaker 1: and mixed by Jeremiah Zimmerman, scored by Jeff Peters. Songs
Speaker 1: and music by Jared Gootstadt and Jesse Stebenberg. Strawberry Spring
Speaker 1: is published in Stephen King's short story collection night Shift,
Speaker 1: available in paperback and ebra from Anchor Books, and as
Speaker 1: an audio book from Penguin Random House Audio. For the
Speaker 1: full list of production credits, please visit audio up dot com.
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