Speaker 1: The world of horror is littered with unnerving locations, places
Speaker 1: that draw from and have in turn seeped into the
Speaker 1: public imagination. There are the places of what we commonly
Speaker 1: call the natural world, seemingly imbued with a timeless spirit
Speaker 1: that transcends the human imagination. The mystical Island mountain, the Luru,
Speaker 1: also known as as rock found deep in the Australian Outback,
Speaker 1: or the mythical rocky outcrops and abandoned mines of Cheshire's
Speaker 1: Olderly Edge in England, as evocatively portrayed in the work
Speaker 1: of Alan Ghana, to name but two. Then there are
Speaker 1: the places of the natural world that we often find
Speaker 1: portrayed metaphorically as extensions of our own site psychees. We
Speaker 1: often talk of the dark, foreboding forest or the ominous
Speaker 1: deep black lake. We like to consider them Youngian or
Speaker 1: Freudian locations of the subconscious that hint at something terrifying,
Speaker 1: lurking deeper within or just below the surface, something unseen
Speaker 1: pulling at us, daring us to confront an unsettled past
Speaker 1: or innermost fear. Perhaps the psychological effect of these places
Speaker 1: is generated by our own projections. They become in the
Speaker 1: post modernist sense, not places but spaces whose ability to
Speaker 1: unnervous is dependent on our own individual perspective. The fears
Speaker 1: supposedly encapsulated within them are our own to decipher and overcome.
Speaker 1: But in truth, as far as we know, such places
Speaker 1: don't declare themselves to have any emotional meaning whatsoever. The
Speaker 1: dark forest does not set out to be any more
Speaker 1: foreboding than a white sandy beach, And if it did,
Speaker 1: to ask if it intended to be ominous, eerie, or weird,
Speaker 1: would require us to communicate in a language that we
Speaker 1: don't currently speak. Far more chilling, therefore, are those places
Speaker 1: that require us to cross a genuine threshold to enter,
Speaker 1: Places that constitute worlds that are resolutely not our own
Speaker 1: to interpret human constructions, locations that might not only house
Speaker 1: our darkest, unconscious fears, but physically embody those of others too.
Speaker 1: You're listening to Unexplained and I'm Richard McLean Smith. In
Speaker 1: his Gothic masterpiece The Fall of the House of Usher,
Speaker 1: Maestro of the Macabre, Edgar Allan Poe, presents to us
Speaker 1: as stately building, as alive with eye like windows, and
Speaker 1: as foreboding as any of its gloomy inhabitants. Its manifestation,
Speaker 1: which is also a metaphor for the Usher family themselves,
Speaker 1: is so inextricably linked with the souls of the eponymous
Speaker 1: Madeline and Roderick Usher, that, upon their death, it is
Speaker 1: immediately split in two by a great fissure from its
Speaker 1: roof to its base, before it crumbles to pieces. Moving
Speaker 1: from the realms of the weird towards something a little
Speaker 1: closer to horror. If we travel along Route thirty nine
Speaker 1: towards Ashton, turn left onto Route five, past the small
Speaker 1: village of Hillsdale, and up into the high lands beyond,
Speaker 1: we might, if we are unfortunate, find ourselves chancing upon
Speaker 1: the gates of Hill House. This most unnerving of places
Speaker 1: marks the main location for Shirley Jackson's chilling classic The
Speaker 1: Haunting of Hill House, often considered one of the finest
Speaker 1: haunted house stories ever written. In Jackson's novel, Hill House,
Speaker 1: seen of a number of troubling deaths throughout its eighty
Speaker 1: year existence, becomes the focus for a paranormal investigation led
Speaker 1: by psychical researcher Dr John Montague. Montague is aided by
Speaker 1: a group of assistants selected because of their past paranormal
Speaker 1: experiences in the hope that they will be especially receptive
Speaker 1: to anything supernatural that may or may not be occurring there.
Speaker 1: It is primarily through the perspective of Eleanor, one of
Speaker 1: the assistants, that we become acquainted with the number of
Speaker 1: increasingly disturbing events that take place. However, as the novel
Speaker 1: reaches its tragic conclusion, we are left to wonder whether
Speaker 1: anything at all had occurred, or if we had merely
Speaker 1: been witnessing the unraveling of Eleanor's mind. Doctor Montague insists
Speaker 1: the evil is the house itself, and whether it had
Speaker 1: been by design or simply the idea of the house's
Speaker 1: ghoulish history pressing in something of the building had got
Speaker 1: inside her head. A similar theme emerges in many true
Speaker 1: life cases of alleged domestic supernatural disturbances, such as those
Speaker 1: that took place at thirty East Drive in Pontefract or
Speaker 1: at number two hundred and eighty four Green Street in Enfield.
Speaker 1: In these stories, we find the recurring notion that any
Speaker 1: new resident of the property is an invader, occupying a
Speaker 1: space that isn't theirs to occupy. At time times, it
Speaker 1: might seem that in some way or another, the property
Speaker 1: itself has developed a spirit all of its own. For me,
Speaker 1: although Robert Clatworthy and Joseph Hurley's iconic Bates Mansion as
Speaker 1: depicted in Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho, comes a close second, the
Speaker 1: true House of Horror comes, complete with its own abbatoirs,
Speaker 1: bespoke skin clad interiors, and a fridge stocked with bloody meat.
Speaker 1: You may recognize it as the family home of Leatherface,
Speaker 1: disturbingly depicted in Toby Hooper's mesmerizingly deranged The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Speaker 1: Leaving aside the more cerebral interpretations of Hooper's classic, such
Speaker 1: as it being a metaphor for the cannibalistic tendencies of capitalism, personally,
Speaker 1: on a simply sceral level, watching The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Speaker 1: for the first time was to be exposed to a
Speaker 1: level of horror previously beyond the comprehension of my teenage mind.
Speaker 1: What all the aforementioned fictional buildings have in common is
Speaker 1: that they are locations so inextricably linked to their original
Speaker 1: occupants or to the unsavory events that occurred within them,
Speaker 1: they have become inseparable from them. There is the sense that,
Speaker 1: even if they were empty, they continue to incubate the
Speaker 1: things that have happened inside. They are places of events
Speaker 1: so unfathomably monstrous that no level of will can expunge
Speaker 1: them from the space. Incidentally, Psycho and the Texas Chainsaw
Speaker 1: Massacre were partly based on the life of murderer Ed Geene,
Speaker 1: whose proclivity for manufacturing ornaments and furniture from human bone
Speaker 1: and skin can tee U news to shock the world.
Speaker 1: More than sixty years later, after Geene's conviction, it was
Speaker 1: decided that his house should be torn down. So incapable
Speaker 1: were the local community from separating the location from the
Speaker 1: events that had taken place inside, there was no other
Speaker 1: option but to remove it entirely above all other locations. Surely,
Speaker 1: the hotel is the creepiest of dwellings, both in fiction
Speaker 1: and fact. It's little wonder when you consider all the
Speaker 1: daily comings and goings of hundreds of unrelated guests, not
Speaker 1: to mention all those who'd come before them, so many
Speaker 1: events and bodies criss crossing through time. The hotel is
Speaker 1: a chaotic clash of psychical intersections, all held together in
Speaker 1: one singular place. Some may be familiar with HH Homes
Speaker 1: and his Murder Castle, formerly located on the corner of
Speaker 1: South Wallace and sixty Third near Jackson Park in Chicago.
Speaker 1: Holmes began construction of his two story multi purpose building
Speaker 1: in eighteen eighty seven, which was home to a variety
Speaker 1: of commercial properties and private apartments. Five years later, he
Speaker 1: added a third floor with the apparent intention of taking
Speaker 1: advantage of the many tourists due to visit the city
Speaker 1: for the World's Columbian Exhibition later known as the World's Fair.
Speaker 1: That Holmes was a ruthless serial killer is in little
Speaker 1: doubt as to whether he really killed over two hundred
Speaker 1: people squirreling their bodies away in secret passages and channels
Speaker 1: that he'd built purposely into his infamous hotel. Is anyone's guests.
Speaker 1: Holmes's Murder Castle was eventually burned down by the man
Speaker 1: himself in an insurance scam shortly before his capture in
Speaker 1: eighteen ninety four and subsequent execution two years later. Fans
Speaker 1: of Stephen King have the Stanley Hotel of Esther's Park
Speaker 1: in Colorado to thank for inspiring his most iconic location,
Speaker 1: situated overlooking Lake Esters in the shadow of the Rockies.
Speaker 1: It was there, in nineteen seventy four that King spent
Speaker 1: a fortnight terrorized by nightmarish visions of his three year
Speaker 1: old son being chased through the hotel's corridors by something
Speaker 1: dreadful and unseen. As you may have guessed, these night
Speaker 1: terrors would inspire King to write The Shining, with the
Speaker 1: Overlook Hotel replacing those disquieting halls of the Stanley. There
Speaker 1: will be few who've peered down the corridors of King's
Speaker 1: Overlook who don't feel something of those nightmares he experienced
Speaker 1: back in seventy four, or who fail to sense something
Speaker 1: of the strange and eerie in almost any hotel they've
Speaker 1: stayed in. Since there is one hotel that, for reasons
Speaker 1: we will soon explore, holds a special place in the
Speaker 1: pantheon of hotels with a strange and sinister past. In
Speaker 1: twenty thirteen, this place became host to one of the
Speaker 1: most disturbing and tragic deaths of recent times, a mystery
Speaker 1: that remains to this day unexplained. Sarah Scandalesa's Facebook and
Speaker 1: Twitter pages. Again knowing her sister's avid use of social media,
Speaker 1: it seemed unuws usual that she hadn't posted anything in
Speaker 1: the last twenty four hours. Meanwhile, her father, David tried
Speaker 1: Elsa's number one more time as her anxious mother, Yena,
Speaker 1: watched on. David held the phone to his ear and
Speaker 1: gazed out at the window as an afternoon sun threatened
Speaker 1: to break through the clouds. Concern rippled across his face
Speaker 1: when the call once again clicked through to voicemail. Ordinarily,
Speaker 1: it wouldn't be unusual that a twenty one year old
Speaker 1: woman on a solo trip to Los Angeles might forget
Speaker 1: to call home once in a while. But this was Eliza,
Speaker 1: and they had an agreement. She could take the trip
Speaker 1: on one condition that she called in with her parents
Speaker 1: every day to let them know she was safe. And besides,
Speaker 1: Eliza was happy to do it, she knew how difficult
Speaker 1: the last few years had been on them. Sarah scrolled
Speaker 1: through Elsa's pages again. Her last tweet was from twenty
Speaker 1: seventh of January twenty thirteen, five days ago. It read
Speaker 1: speakeasy in block capitals, but that was back in San Diego.
Speaker 1: Then there were the photos from the zoo, also in
Speaker 1: San Diego, and finally, the live recording of a conan
Speaker 1: O'Brien show in La that she'd attended two nights back.
Speaker 1: She seemed to be having a great time. Sarah told
Speaker 1: her parents not to worry, that it was probably nothing,
Speaker 1: but suggested they'd try calling the hotel just in case.
Speaker 1: Where did she say she was staying again, She said
Speaker 1: the Stay on Maine. David pulled up the number and
Speaker 1: called it, immediately, relieved to finally have a voice to
Speaker 1: speak with on the other end of the phone. Yina
Speaker 1: and Sarah watched expectantly as David spoke to the front desk.
Speaker 1: Their relief at the prospect of finally getting some information
Speaker 1: soon turned to worry at the look on David's face
Speaker 1: as he hung up. Elisa had been due to check
Speaker 1: out that morning, he explained, only she'd never appeared and
Speaker 1: wasn't in her room with a new guests set to
Speaker 1: use it. The hotel would keep her things in the
Speaker 1: basement until she returned. He shouldn't be too concerned, they said,
Speaker 1: there could be any number of reasons why his daughter
Speaker 1: wasn't there. David tried to remain optimistic, but couldn't shake
Speaker 1: the gnawing in the pit of his stomach. Something was wrong.
Speaker 1: Friday evenings were one of the busiest at Pause on
Speaker 1: Hastings Street, North Burnaby, the Chinese restaurant owned and run
Speaker 1: by David and Yena. It was a small but popular
Speaker 1: place in the quiet Vancouver suburb, distinguished by its large
Speaker 1: yellow light box at the front. The family had arrived
Speaker 1: from Hong Kong in two thousand and three, and since
Speaker 1: then they and their restaurant had become a much loved
Speaker 1: asset to the local community, serving some of the best
Speaker 1: valued Chinese food that side of Vancouver. On that night
Speaker 1: of Friday, February first, however, Yina and David were finding
Speaker 1: it increasingly difficult to focus, and as the customers continued
Speaker 1: to arrive, their distraction was becoming noticeable. Unable to hold
Speaker 1: off any longer, the pair decided to make the call.
Speaker 1: A short time later, David stood in the kitchen waiting
Speaker 1: to be put through to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police
Speaker 1: to make an official report that his youngest daughter, Elisa Lamb,
Speaker 1: was missing. Though there was some relief to finally have
Speaker 1: the police involved, it was quickly tempered when they were
Speaker 1: told that nothing much could be done until the following morning.
Speaker 1: That night, the Lamb family failed to get any sleep
Speaker 1: as they waited desperately for any contact from their daughter.
Speaker 1: Having made the call on a weekend, it wasn't until
Speaker 1: Monday that the Los Angeles Police's Missing Persons Unit was
Speaker 1: alerted to Elisa's disappearance, and it wasn't until the following
Speaker 1: day that a call was put through to detectives Wallace,
Speaker 1: to Nelly and Greg Stearns of the LAPDS Robberies and
Speaker 1: Homicides Division to formally begin the investigation. The timing could
Speaker 1: not have been worse. The department would never want to
Speaker 1: be seen to prioritize one case over another, but it
Speaker 1: had been understandably distracted. Two days previously, in Orange County,
Speaker 1: a young woman and her fiance had been shot in
Speaker 1: their car after a night out. Such a killing was
Speaker 1: rare enough, but that the woman, twenty eight year old
Speaker 1: Monica Quan, happened to be the daughter of former LAPD
Speaker 1: Captain Randall Quan had hit the department hard. When a
Speaker 1: manifesto claiming responsibility for the crimes appeared online the following day,
Speaker 1: written by former LAPD officer Christopher Dorner, all hell broke loose. Nonetheless,
Speaker 1: the Lambs couldn't have had a better person for the
Speaker 1: job than detective to Nelli, a man who knew only
Speaker 1: too well what they were going through. In two thousand
Speaker 1: and seven, on a mild May evening, Wallace to Nelly,
Speaker 1: had just wandered out to his garage when a young
Speaker 1: girl trembling and with tears in her eyes approached the house.
Speaker 1: Wallis recognized her as his neighbour and a friend of
Speaker 1: his youngest son, Bryant. He recognized too the bloodstained cap
Speaker 1: clutched in her hands, which belonged to Bryant. Wallace learned
Speaker 1: soon after that his eighteen year old son had been
Speaker 1: shot in the head at point blank range, only blocks
Speaker 1: away from their home. He died later that night. To Nellie,
Speaker 1: a diligent and methodical worker, listened patiently in his Los
Speaker 1: Angeles office to the missing person's officer on the other
Speaker 1: end of the line in Vancouver, making a note of
Speaker 1: the important details. Age twenty one Chinese Canadian, five foot
Speaker 1: four with long black hair and brown eyes, and weighing
Speaker 1: approximately one hundred feet fifteen pounds. Name Elisa Lamb. Last
Speaker 1: known location stay on Maine Hostel on South Main Street,
Speaker 1: part of the Cecil Hotel building. To Nelly knew it Well.
Speaker 1: It's located on Seventh and Maine Downtown, formerly a major
Speaker 1: business and financial district, once referred to as the Wall
Speaker 1: Street of the West. By twenty thirteen, it was home
Speaker 1: to the city's skid Row neighborhood, one of the largest
Speaker 1: stable populations of homeless in the United States. Although there
Speaker 1: are many who be quick to portray it as a
Speaker 1: no go area for that very reason, that wasn't an
Speaker 1: immediate concern to Tonelli. Yes there was crime there, much
Speaker 1: like any other bustling city of the world, but petty
Speaker 1: theft and drug dealing was one thing. The possible murder
Speaker 1: of a Canadian tourist, if that was what he was
Speaker 1: dealing with, was quite another. In fact, due to a
Speaker 1: recent relaxing of development laws, the area was experiencing a
Speaker 1: quiet upturn in fortunes and had become an increasingly popular
Speaker 1: location for tourists keen to take advantage of its comparatively
Speaker 1: low rates. As for the Cecil Hotel, that remained something
Speaker 1: of a local oddity, a stubborn but long since faded
Speaker 1: paean to a distant, more glorious past. It's hard to
Speaker 1: imagine it now, but the Cecil, built at a cost
Speaker 1: of one million dollars, was once considered one of the
Speaker 1: more glamorous establishments of the area. Opened in nineteen twenty
Speaker 1: five to great fanfare in all its Beaux Arts grandeur,
Speaker 1: the Cecil, comprising of seven hundred rooms across fourteen floors,
Speaker 1: was opulently decorated throughout with marks, bubble, and pretty mosaic patterns.
Speaker 1: Its lobby a grand Art Deco fantasy of the finest
Speaker 1: stained glass and brass. No more than five years after opening, however,
Speaker 1: a global depression triggered by the Wall Street Crash took hold.
Speaker 1: Within ten years, many of the city's banks and businesses
Speaker 1: had gone under, taking with them the vibrant nightlife and
Speaker 1: movie theaters of Downtown's Broadway district. As the wealthier residents
Speaker 1: of Downtown LA flocked to the suburbs in the forties
Speaker 1: and fifties, the region's bubble had well and truly burst
Speaker 1: over the next fifty years, Although you might have still
Speaker 1: found fragments of its former majesty peeking out from under
Speaker 1: its yellowed and peel wallpaper, the Cecil eventually became home
Speaker 1: to a number of transient and low income residents. Its
Speaker 1: once pristine facade steadily fading along with its prices. In
Speaker 1: two thousand and seven, three floors of the Cecil were
Speaker 1: given over to a team of designers hoping to capitalize
Speaker 1: on Downtown's recent gentrification. The following year, the Stay on
Speaker 1: Maine opened its doors for the first time, covering floors
Speaker 1: four to six of the original building. It promised a
Speaker 1: boutique hotel experience for the cost conscious traveler. Despite some
Speaker 1: early teething problems, the Stay on Maine quickly established itself
Speaker 1: as one of the better low cost hostels in Los Angeles,
Speaker 1: and it was easy to see why it might have
Speaker 1: appealed to Elisa. But there was one other thing about
Speaker 1: the Cecil, something that you wouldn't find on any hotel listing,
Speaker 1: something rather unsavory. The first to die was forty six
Speaker 1: year old W. K. Norton. His body was found in
Speaker 1: his room in November nineteen thirty one after ingesting poison capsules.
Speaker 1: Next came twenty five year old Benjamin Dodditch, found by
Speaker 1: a maid one morning in September nineteen thirty two, dead
Speaker 1: from a self inflicted gunshot wound to the head, the
Speaker 1: remnants of which remained stained on the walls for months.
Speaker 1: Former Army Medical Corps Sergeant Louis Borden fifty three, was
Speaker 1: found dead in July nineteen thirty four. After Borden checked
Speaker 1: in one evening, he proceeded to write suicide notes to
Speaker 1: various members of his family, then slit his throat with
Speaker 1: a razor. The first of the jumpers was Grace maygro
Speaker 1: in March nineteen thirty seven. She dropped from the ninth
Speaker 1: floor of the hotel, only for her four to be
Speaker 1: broken by telephone wires strung across main street below. She
Speaker 1: later died at a nearby hospital. In January the following year.
Speaker 1: Marine fire fighter Roy Thompson had been staying at the
Speaker 1: hotel for several weeks when maids discovered he hadn't been
Speaker 1: in his room for days. He was found dead on
Speaker 1: the skylight of a neighboring building, having presumably leapt from
Speaker 1: the top floor. Robert Smith and Helen Gurney jumped from
Speaker 1: the seventh floor in nineteen forty seven and nineteen fifty four, respectively.
Speaker 1: Julia Francis Moore did the same from the eighth in
Speaker 1: nineteen sixty two, and later that year police investigated what
Speaker 1: they assumed to be the double suicide of twenty seven
Speaker 1: year old Pauline Otton and sixty five year old George Giannini. However,
Speaker 1: they later concluded that it was Otton who leapt from
Speaker 1: the building and accidentally collided into Giannini on the street below,
Speaker 1: killing him instantly. In December nineteen seventy five, a still
Speaker 1: unidentified woman is believed to have leapt to her death
Speaker 1: from a twelfth floor window. Then there were the other
Speaker 1: suicides through poison. W. K. Norton's being the first Navy
Speaker 1: officer erwin Neblett in nineteen thirty nine and Dorothy Scheiger
Speaker 1: the year after, both found dead in their rooms by staff,
Speaker 1: And although there is no putting a grade on such
Speaker 1: a litany of tragedy, perhaps the most shocking death to
Speaker 1: occur at the Cecil was that of a newborn baby
Speaker 1: in nineteen forty four. Nineteen year old Dorothy Purcell had
Speaker 1: recently moved in with Cecil resident thirty eight year old
Speaker 1: Ben Levine when she found herself going into labor. Unaware
Speaker 1: that she had even been pregnant, and not wanting to
Speaker 1: disturb Levin, she stumbled to the bathroom and almost immediately
Speaker 1: gave birth to a baby boy, apparently in a state
Speaker 1: of post natal shock, Dorothee believed the child to be
Speaker 1: dead and threw it out of the window. In the
Speaker 1: summer of nineteen sixty four, retired telephone operator and full
Speaker 1: time resident of the Cecil, Goldie Osgoode, was found raped, stabbed,
Speaker 1: and beaten to death in her room. Her murder remains
Speaker 1: unsolved to this day. All in all, fourteen deaths by
Speaker 1: unnatural causes, and that wasn't everything. According to former Cecil
Speaker 1: hotel resident Raoul Enriquez, in late July and August of
Speaker 1: nineteen eighty five, when rates had dropped as low as
Speaker 1: fourteen dollars a night, he lived next door to a
Speaker 1: man on the fourteenth floor who introduced himself to him
Speaker 1: as Richard. Richard said he was from Sia Dad Juarez
Speaker 1: in Mexico. This Richard would turn out to be twenty
Speaker 1: five year old Richard Ramirez, who between April nineteen eighty
Speaker 1: four and August nineteen eighty five brutally murdered at least
Speaker 1: sixteen people, raping and mutilating many of his victims before
Speaker 1: his eventual capture and arrest. His horrific crimes often perpetrated
Speaker 1: after walking into people's homes at random would land him
Speaker 1: the nickname the knight Stalker. Then in nineteen ninety one,
Speaker 1: it is thought that Jack Untervega stayed at the Cecil
Speaker 1: Hotel over a period of time in which he terrorized, raped,
Speaker 1: and murdered at least three women. Untevega had previously been
Speaker 1: convicted for murder in Austria after strangling an eighteen year
Speaker 1: old woman to death in nineteen seventy four. While in prison,
Speaker 1: he began to write about his experiences, reflecting on the
Speaker 1: nature of his crime. His work earned plaudits from the
Speaker 1: country's literary elite, with his novel Purgatory even becoming a
Speaker 1: best seller. By the time of his release in nineteen
Speaker 1: ninety he was a national celebrity and widely heralded as
Speaker 1: a model of rehabilitation. A year later, Unterevega was commissioned
Speaker 1: to write a radio piece about sex work. It was
Speaker 1: during a research trip for this piece that he murdered
Speaker 1: the three women. Having gone on the run after committing
Speaker 1: the murders in Los Angeles, Untevega was eventually caught and
Speaker 1: arrested in Miami in February nineteen ninety two, when it
Speaker 1: transpired that he had in fact killed at least eight
Speaker 1: women since his release in nineteen ninety. Some have suggested
Speaker 1: that Untervega decided to stay at the Cecil because of
Speaker 1: its association with Richard Ramirez, as if the hotel had
Speaker 1: effectively drawn him in with the screams of its past,
Speaker 1: a sinister siren call broadcast on only the rarest of frequencies.
Speaker 1: There are some, too, who claim it was no accident
Speaker 1: that Ramirez himself found its way to the Cecil, nor
Speaker 1: why so much dead and depravity had been concentrated in
Speaker 1: this forgotten corner of La. They say there was always
Speaker 1: something unsettled about the place, something dark and unfathomable that
Speaker 1: lingered within its many dimly lit corridors. To some, it
Speaker 1: seemed sometimes as though the building itself was alive. You've
Speaker 1: been listening to part one of Unexplained Season seven, episode fourteen,
Speaker 1: If These Walls Could Scream. Part two will be released
Speaker 1: next Friday, January twenty sixth. This episode was written by
Speaker 1: Richard McLain smith. Unexplained as an Avy Club Productions podcast
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Speaker 1: including the music, were also produced by me. Richard McLain
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