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Speaker 1: see you on board. It was a searingly hot July
Speaker 1: afternoon at Varna International Airport in Bulgaria, and the terminal packed.
Speaker 1: It was peak tourist season and the first full week
Speaker 1: of operations since the start of the school holidays. Inside
Speaker 1: the on site medical clinic, however, things were quiet. Doctor Kostoff,
Speaker 1: the physician on duty, had only seen two patients that day,
Speaker 1: a six year old boy with a twisted ankle and
Speaker 1: a nervous woman looking for something to ease her fear
Speaker 1: of flying. Doctor Kostoff sat at his desk watching the clock.
Speaker 1: He wondered if he had enough time to nip out
Speaker 1: and grab a cup of coffee before his next patient.
Speaker 1: When there was a knock at the door. It was
Speaker 1: the clinic receptionist asking if the doctor was free to
Speaker 1: see another patient. It was a young man, she said,
Speaker 1: who just walked in, looking a little worse for wear.
Speaker 1: As the receptionist explained, he wanted to see a doctor
Speaker 1: to confirm if he was well enough to fly. A
Speaker 1: little confused by the request, doctor Kostov told the receptionist
Speaker 1: to send him in. Moments later, the young man appeared
Speaker 1: at the door. The doctor beckoned him in and told
Speaker 1: him to take a seat. He looked to be in
Speaker 1: his late twenties, tall and broad, and by all accounts
Speaker 1: he appeared to have had a very long night and
Speaker 1: maybe hadn't even been to bed. Doctor Kostov suspected he
Speaker 1: knew exactly what the problem was. Farna was a popular
Speaker 1: destination for stagdoos and large groups of young men looking
Speaker 1: to let off steam. Clearly, this young man, with his
Speaker 1: ghostly pale skin and deep dark circles under his eyes,
Speaker 1: had gone a little too hard. Once he was sat down,
Speaker 1: the young man introduced himself as Lars. It was then
Speaker 1: that doctor Kostov noticed something else about his appearance, an
Speaker 1: ugly purple bruise modeling the left side of his jaw.
Speaker 1: Lars explained little sheepishly that he'd been in a bar
Speaker 1: fight two nights ago, and that he'd ruptured his ear
Speaker 1: drum in the process. He'd already seen one doctor about
Speaker 1: it back in the city, who'd advised him not to
Speaker 1: fly again until the ear drum had healed. But, as
Speaker 1: Lars said then, this simply wasn't an option. He had
Speaker 1: to get back to Germany immediately, and he wanted to
Speaker 1: know just how detrimental it would be if he did
Speaker 1: fly back today. Lars was clearly anxious about something and
Speaker 1: begged Dr Kostoff to be as quick as he could.
Speaker 1: Costoff agreed to take a look and asked Lars to
Speaker 1: be still as he placed an otoscope in his ear well.
Speaker 1: Doctor Lars demanded impatiently. Doctor Kostoff sat back, noting with
Speaker 1: concern the way that Lars seemed unable to sit still.
Speaker 1: He kept glancing around, his eyes darting back and forth
Speaker 1: across the room as if scanning for threats. The doctor
Speaker 1: asked Las if he was on any medication. Lars confirmed
Speaker 1: that he'd been given some antibiotics by the first doctor,
Speaker 1: although now he was beginning to suspect that drugs had
Speaker 1: been laced by some kind of poison. Alarmed by this
Speaker 1: possibly delusional response, doctor Kostov asked Lars to explain exactly
Speaker 1: what he meant by that, but before Lars could say anything,
Speaker 1: they were interrupted by a loud knock at the office door.
Speaker 1: As doctor Kostov got to his feet to answer it,
Speaker 1: he noticed that Lars had now frozen completely still, his
Speaker 1: face screwed up in terror, as though that door was
Speaker 1: the only thing standing between him and the devil itself.
Speaker 1: Then Lars suddenly sprang to his feet with wild eyes.
Speaker 1: He screamed, I don't want to die here, Please, I
Speaker 1: have to get out of here. You're listening to unexplained
Speaker 1: and I'm Richard McLean Smith. At twenty eight years old,
Speaker 1: Lars Mittank had never traveled outside of Germany before. Born
Speaker 1: and raised in Berlin. In his early twenties, he settled
Speaker 1: in the town of Itsu, who he seemed to have
Speaker 1: everything a young man could want, a close knit family,
Speaker 1: a loving girlfriend, and a steady job at the local
Speaker 1: power plant. So despite being a sociable and outgoing young man,
Speaker 1: Lars had never had much reason to venture far from home.
Speaker 1: But in the summer of twenty fourteen, he decided to
Speaker 1: change all that. One of Lars's old friends from high
Speaker 1: school was organizing a week long group holiday to Golden Sands,
Speaker 1: a beach resort on the Bulgarian Black Sea coast, and
Speaker 1: Lars wanted to go. The itinerary would involve flying out
Speaker 1: of Hamburg and landing in Varna, the closest Bulgarian city
Speaker 1: to the resort. It was a two and a half
Speaker 1: hour flight, not long by most standards, but the longest
Speaker 1: Lars had ever been on. As the holiday approached, Lars
Speaker 1: couldn't help but feel a little anxious at the prospect
Speaker 1: of leaving his home country for the first time. But
Speaker 1: when he met up with his friends at the airport
Speaker 1: and started talking about all the fun they'd have that week,
Speaker 1: his nerves faded quickly. This, he said to himself, was
Speaker 1: going to be the trip of a lifetime. Once at
Speaker 1: the resort, time flew by for Lars and his five
Speaker 1: friends in a whirl of drink, sunshine and good vibes.
Speaker 1: There was always something to do, be it swimming in
Speaker 1: the resorts pool, playing football, or simply some bathing on
Speaker 1: the beach, just looking out at the gleaming surface of
Speaker 1: the ocean. And then there was the night life. In
Speaker 1: the evenings, Lars and his friendsans bar hopped along the beach. Then,
Speaker 1: as things livened up, they ventured inland in search of
Speaker 1: the clubs. The trip was everything they'd hoped it would be,
Speaker 1: and everyone was in good spirits throughout. That was at
Speaker 1: least until the final night of the holiday, when everything changed.
Speaker 1: On the evening of July sixth, Lars and his friends
Speaker 1: headed out for their final dinner. The group was a
Speaker 1: little more subdued than usual, having been partying every night
Speaker 1: since they'd arrived. Most of them wanted to take things
Speaker 1: easy and get an early night ahead of their flight
Speaker 1: back to Germany. In the morning, after feasting on the seafood,
Speaker 1: they headed to a local bar for one last drink
Speaker 1: before heading to bed. By eleven pm, most of the
Speaker 1: group was ready to leave, but Lars wanted to stay out.
Speaker 1: Emboldened by his new sense of adventure, he was determined
Speaker 1: to make the most of his last night at Golden Sand. Eventually,
Speaker 1: Lars's friends headed back to the hotel, leaving him alone
Speaker 1: at the bar. They didn't think it was such a
Speaker 1: big deal, since Lars was an extrovert and more than
Speaker 1: happy to strike up conversations with strangers. Now alone in
Speaker 1: the bar, Lars soon got talking to another group of
Speaker 1: German tourists. The conversation was friendly at first, but then
Speaker 1: the subject turned to football. Lars was a devoted fan
Speaker 1: of Ferder Bremen, while the tourists, supported by an muncheon
Speaker 1: a rival team. The men started arguing about an upcoming
Speaker 1: match between the two teams, and somewhere between the alcohol
Speaker 1: and the testosterone, things escalated quickly. Despite being clearly outnumbered,
Speaker 1: Lars was the kind of guy to back down from
Speaker 1: a fight. Much to his detriment, the other men dragged
Speaker 1: Lars into an alleyway behind the bar and beat him up.
Speaker 1: After one hit to the jaw, Lars staggered back before
Speaker 1: another punch cracked him on the side of the head. Eventually,
Speaker 1: Lars dropped to the fore and the men ran off,
Speaker 1: leaving him bleeding on the ground. As Lars staggered back
Speaker 1: along the beach toward his hotel, he felt a searing
Speaker 1: pain inside his ear and realized that he could no
Speaker 1: longer hear properly on that side. Having made it to
Speaker 1: the hotel room, he collapsed into bed, hoping that a
Speaker 1: few hours of sleep would be enough to cure him,
Speaker 1: but he could barely get any rest at all. The
Speaker 1: searing pain in his ear sharpened every time he moved
Speaker 1: his head, and before long it began to ring and
Speaker 1: wouldn't let up. It felt like if he let it,
Speaker 1: the sound would eventually drive him. The rest of Lars's
Speaker 1: group were up early on the morning of July seventh,
Speaker 1: packing their bags before their afternoon flight back to Germany,
Speaker 1: but Lars was sluggish, barely responding when his friends tried
Speaker 1: to wake him up. Finally, when he rolled over, with horror,
Speaker 1: they saw the state of his face. It was an
Speaker 1: alarming sight, his jaw covered in reddish purple bruises and
Speaker 1: a thin line of dried blood coming from his ear.
Speaker 1: Still slurring a little, Lars told them what had happened.
Speaker 1: One friend insisted that he see a doctor before getting
Speaker 1: on a plane, in case the flying might cause his
Speaker 1: ear some long term damage. It was reasonable to assume
Speaker 1: he might well be suffering from concussion too, and he
Speaker 1: had to do it soon or he'd miss his flight.
Speaker 1: Lars was in luck since there was a medical center
Speaker 1: just around the corner from their hotel well that provided
Speaker 1: walk in appointments to resort guests. Lars was promptly examined
Speaker 1: by the doctor, who confirmed that he had ruptured his
Speaker 1: ear drum, but thankfully had no concussion. The doctor prescribed
Speaker 1: him an antibiotic to prevent infection, then gave him the
Speaker 1: bad news that he should avoid flying for at least
Speaker 1: forty eight hours. Lars was angry. He had a job
Speaker 1: and a girlfriend to get home to. He couldn't just
Speaker 1: hang around in Bulgaria on his own for another two days,
Speaker 1: but the doctor was adamant that the changes in atmospheric
Speaker 1: pressure during a flight could cause a reparable damage to
Speaker 1: his ear drum. A despondent Lars went back to the
Speaker 1: hotel and watched forlornly as his friends left for the airport.
Speaker 1: With little else for it, he went to the front
Speaker 1: desk and asked if he could extend his stay. The
Speaker 1: receptionist eyed him suspiciously, king the dark bruises on his
Speaker 1: jaw sadly, she said the hotel was fully booked for
Speaker 1: the next few days, but more to the point, Lars
Speaker 1: was supposed to have checked out thirty minutes ago. A
Speaker 1: dejected Lance went back to his hotel room and packed
Speaker 1: up his things as quickly as he could. He was
Speaker 1: still in a lot of pain, and moving slowly and
Speaker 1: not being able to hear out of one ear was
Speaker 1: starting to make him feel disorientated. Having checked out, he
Speaker 1: rolled his suitcase out onto the pavement and stood in
Speaker 1: the blazing sun, trying to figure out what to do.
Speaker 1: Traveling abroad for the first time had seemed exciting when
Speaker 1: he was with his friends, but now he was hung over,
Speaker 1: bruised and battered, and completely on his own. On the
Speaker 1: evening of July seventh, back in Itzahoe, Germany, Sandra Mittank
Speaker 1: was getting ready for bed when she heard her mobile
Speaker 1: phone ringing. She was excited to see that the call
Speaker 1: was from her son, Lars. Sandra picked it up and
Speaker 1: cheerfully asked Lars how his flight home had been, but
Speaker 1: all she heard on the other end of the line
Speaker 1: was silence. Lars, She said, again, are you there? Sandra
Speaker 1: could hear breathing on the other end of the line,
Speaker 1: But just when she thought it was an accidental call,
Speaker 1: Lars finally began to speak. He didn't sound like himself
Speaker 1: for a start. He was whispering and his voice was
Speaker 1: shaking so much that Sandra could barely understand him, and
Speaker 1: when she finally did hear his words, she couldn't make
Speaker 1: sense of them. Lars was saying something about still being
Speaker 1: in Bulgaria and that he was scared. There were people
Speaker 1: following him, he said, four men who wanted to hurt him.
Speaker 1: At first, she thought he was playing some kind of
Speaker 1: practical joke. He had to be, after all, his flight
Speaker 1: had been due back that day, but her son had
Speaker 1: never been one for pranks, which could only mean that
Speaker 1: the fear in his voice was completely genuine. Terrified, Sandra
Speaker 1: asked if there was anything she could do. Lars asked
Speaker 1: her to cancel his bank hearts because he was afraid
Speaker 1: that somebody had access to them. He also told her
Speaker 1: that he'd been attacked the previous evening and now his
Speaker 1: attackers were chasing him through the city. But where are
Speaker 1: you now, asked his mother, As Lars explained he'd left
Speaker 1: the resort and moved to a hotel closer to the airport,
Speaker 1: hoping to throw off his assailants, but now he was
Speaker 1: convinced they'd found him alarmed and utterly helpless. Sandra begged
Speaker 1: him to call the police if he really felt in danger,
Speaker 1: but it was no good, said Lars. He couldn't trust
Speaker 1: the authorities. Then he asked his mother if she knew
Speaker 1: anything about seth priscil, the antibiotic he'd been given. He'd
Speaker 1: taken it as prescribed, but now he wondered if the
Speaker 1: doctor who'd prescribed it was secretly working with his attackers.
Speaker 1: The drug was making him feel weird, he said. Before
Speaker 1: Sandra could get any more information, Lars abruptly ended the call.
Speaker 1: Sandra tried desperately to call her son back, growing increasingly
Speaker 1: frantic as her cause went straight to voicemail. Back in Varna.
Speaker 1: Throughout the call to his mother, Lars had been hunkered
Speaker 1: down in a corner of his hotel room. He'd pulled
Speaker 1: all the blind shut, worried that somebody in a nearby
Speaker 1: building might be spying on him. But his mother's mention
Speaker 1: of the police seemed to trigger something in him, a
Speaker 1: realization that he wasn't safe anywhere. He abruptly left his
Speaker 1: room and started pacing the hallways of the hotel. It
Speaker 1: was a somewhat dingy and run down place, and the
Speaker 1: more time he spent there, the more agitated he became.
Speaker 1: But at the same time he knew it wasn't safe
Speaker 1: to leave. He looked through every window he passed, peering
Speaker 1: out to see if anyone was watching him from a
Speaker 1: nearby rooftop. He went down to the foyer and walked
Speaker 1: back and forth, eyeing everybody who came and went. For
Speaker 1: a while, Lars took refuge in the hotel's lift. The
Speaker 1: enclosed space with its bright fluorescent bulb made him feel safe. Certainly,
Speaker 1: there was no way anybody could be lying in wait
Speaker 1: to attack him there. But then the doors opened to
Speaker 1: reveal a confused looking man hoping to get in. But
Speaker 1: was it just another hotel guest, thought Lars, or an
Speaker 1: assassin sent to kill him. Terrified, Lars fled as fast
Speaker 1: as he could, sprinting through the hotel lobby and out
Speaker 1: onto the street. By then it had gone one a
Speaker 1: m and the streets were deserted. Lars had no idea
Speaker 1: where he was going. All he knew was that he
Speaker 1: had to keep moving. Back in Germany. Lars's mother, Sandra
Speaker 1: hadn't slept a wink. All she could think about was
Speaker 1: her son, all alone in a foreign country and seemingly
Speaker 1: in danger. At a complete loss of what to do,
Speaker 1: she was just contemplating trying to get in touch with
Speaker 1: the Bulgarian police herself when her phone rang again. The
Speaker 1: relief at seeing Lars's name flash up on the screen
Speaker 1: didn't last long. He sounded even worse than he had
Speaker 1: in their last conversation. Rather than whispering, now he was
Speaker 1: talking so fast she could barely understand him. Sandra tried
Speaker 1: to force him to slow down. She asked if he'd
Speaker 1: been able to get any sleep, and Lars laughed out loud.
Speaker 1: Of course he hadn't, he said. Didn't she understand what
Speaker 1: he'd been going through. He'd been up all night trying
Speaker 1: to evade his pursuers, but now he said they were
Speaker 1: closing in. In that moment, a chilling realization dawned over Sandra.
Speaker 1: Lars wasn't in physical peril. There were no shadowy men
Speaker 1: chasing him across the city. It was something much worse
Speaker 1: than that. Lars had become untethered from reality. Sandra mittank
Speaker 1: made her son promise her that he would go straight
Speaker 1: to the airport at the first opportunity and get on
Speaker 1: the first flight back to Hamburg. They'd figure the rest
Speaker 1: out from there come home, she pleaded, and, much to
Speaker 1: her relief, eventually Lars agreed. Back in Varna, Lars collected
Speaker 1: his suitcase and checked out at the hotel. Then he
Speaker 1: took the short taxi ride to the airport. He spent
Speaker 1: the entire journey watching the driver's face in the rear
Speaker 1: view mirror, monitoring him for any signs of possible danger. Thankfully,
Speaker 1: Lars arrived at the airport without incident. Once there, however,
Speaker 1: the large crowds and brightly lit terminal seemed to disorientate
Speaker 1: him even further, and though the pain in his ear
Speaker 1: had diminished, it seemed then to come roaring back. It
Speaker 1: was then that he remembered the doctor had advised him
Speaker 1: not to fly. He knew that he didn't trust that
Speaker 1: doctor and that he was just trying to keep him
Speaker 1: from a s but he still wanted a second opinion
Speaker 1: to make sure, and that's how he ended up at
Speaker 1: the airport clinic of doctor Kostov. Costov confirmed that Lars's
Speaker 1: ear drum was indeed ruptured, but the flying wasn't likely
Speaker 1: to make the damage any worse. At first, Lars was
Speaker 1: relieved by the news, only for another panic to grip him.
Speaker 1: So it was all true, he thought the other doctor
Speaker 1: really had been lying to him and trying to keep
Speaker 1: him from leaving Bulgaria. Lars began glancing nervously around the room,
Speaker 1: appearing to be looking for cameras or monitoring devices. He
Speaker 1: then asked doctor Kostov about the antibiotic, now absolutely convinced
Speaker 1: that the doctor who prescribed it had been trying to
Speaker 1: poison him. By now, doctor Kostov was picking up the
Speaker 1: clear signs of paranoia. He wasn't going to clear Lars
Speaker 1: to fly anywhere until he'd had a full psychiatric evaluation.
Speaker 1: But before he could figure out the next steps, they
Speaker 1: were interrupted by that loud knock on the door. Lars
Speaker 1: sprang to his feet like he'd just been electrocuted. Trembling,
Speaker 1: he eyed the door, convinced that the men who were
Speaker 1: pursuing him had finally tracked him down. He looked around frantically,
Speaker 1: but there was no way out. I don't want to die,
Speaker 1: he screamed. I have to get out of here, just
Speaker 1: then the door swung open. On the other side of
Speaker 1: it was a construction worker in a high viz vest
Speaker 1: looking confused, and with that Lars bolted out of the room.
Speaker 1: He pushed past the man in the high viz vest
Speaker 1: and ran for his life back into the terminal building,
Speaker 1: leaving behind his passport, his wallet, his phone, and all
Speaker 1: of his luggage. Thanks to the extensive CCTV surrounding Varna Airport,
Speaker 1: the last known sighting of Lars Mitank was captured on video.
Speaker 1: Footage shows him sprinting out of the airport building and
Speaker 1: climbing over an eight foot barbed wire fence. After making
Speaker 1: it onto the ground on the other side, Lars proceeded
Speaker 1: to run across a field of sunflowers in the direction
Speaker 1: of a nearby forest. At this point, he dropped off
Speaker 1: the edge of the surveillance camera's range and vanished. Doctor
Speaker 1: Kostoff reported what had happened to airport security, who in
Speaker 1: turn informed the Bulgarian police. For weeks, investigators combed to
Speaker 1: the forests and fields surrounding the airport, confident they would
Speaker 1: soon find Lars. Surely he couldn't get far without his work,
Speaker 1: wallet or passport, they thought. But despite the extensive search,
Speaker 1: no trace of Lars was ever found. In desperation, his mother, Sandra,
Speaker 1: hired a private investigator to try and figure out what
Speaker 1: exactly had happened to her son, but it came to nothing,
Speaker 1: and although the footage of Lars's final moments circulated widely online,
Speaker 1: its infamy failed to produce any viable leads. The most
Speaker 1: likely explanation for what happened is that during his last
Speaker 1: twenty four hours in Varna, Lars experienced some kind of
Speaker 1: psychotic episode. He became paranoid and delusional, convinced that he
Speaker 1: was being followed and persecuted. What isn't clear is why.
Speaker 1: It's possible that his descent into madness was caused by
Speaker 1: the head trauma sustained during the bar fight, or perhaps,
Speaker 1: as others have suggested, it was an extreme response to
Speaker 1: stress and sleep deprivation. A more unlikely possibility is that
Speaker 1: he had a bad reaction to the antibiotic. In very
Speaker 1: rare cases, this kind of drug can cause psychosis as
Speaker 1: a side effect. There are some, however, who've speculated that
Speaker 1: Lars wasn't paranoid at all, that he really was being pursued,
Speaker 1: and that he disappeared because his attackers caught up to him.
Speaker 1: Local police claim to have found no evidence of this.
Speaker 1: In a spooky echo of the unexplained death of Eliza
Speaker 1: lamp who died mysteriously in a hotel in Los Angeles
Speaker 1: in twenty thirteen, footage captured at his hotel and at
Speaker 1: the airport shows Lars quite literally running from nothing. Lars
Speaker 1: Mittank has now been missing for more than eleven years.
Speaker 1: His mother, Sandra, has never given up on finding him,
Speaker 1: and still runs an active Facebook group dedicated to the case.
Speaker 1: There have been plenty of supposed sightings over the years
Speaker 1: in locations all across the globe, from as far away
Speaker 1: from Bulgaria as Brazil. The only verified sighting of Lars's
Speaker 1: last known whereabouts, however, was in that remote, desolate field
Speaker 1: where he ran for his life before seemingly vanishing into
Speaker 1: thin air. When I reflect on Lars's story, I'm haunted
Speaker 1: not only by the mystery of his disappearance, but perhaps
Speaker 1: by something darker still, the idea that the mind can,
Speaker 1: at any given time fracture to a point from which
Speaker 1: there is no coming back, If indeed that is what
Speaker 1: happened to Lars. To imagine what he endured that sense
Speaker 1: of being hunted by invisible forces, that terrifying conviction that
Speaker 1: the familiar world has been replaced by a cruel imitation.
Speaker 1: Is to glimpse the most fragile boundary of all, the
Speaker 1: border between reality as we hope it to be and
Speaker 1: the one that emerges if we allow all those latent
Speaker 1: fears in our heads to take over and completely cloud
Speaker 1: our judgment. And maybe that's why his story feels so
Speaker 1: unsettling to day, because in our own way, we are
Speaker 1: all perhaps stumbling into a world where reality has never
Speaker 1: been less certain, Where every face we see on a
Speaker 1: screen is a fake, a polished and filtered version of
Speaker 1: the real thing. Where voices we might have once felt
Speaker 1: were reliable, governments, institutions, and the media feels suspect to
Speaker 1: so many. Even our own family photograp are touched up
Speaker 1: and manipulated to create the perfect picture postcard, so that
Speaker 1: even in years to come, should we want to look
Speaker 1: back nostalgically to our own personal pasts, we will no
Speaker 1: longer find the truth of them, but simply a sweetened
Speaker 1: and sanitized version of it. Reality, it seems, is being
Speaker 1: closed off at both ends. We are the descendants of
Speaker 1: the false advert, the sales gimmick, and the spin doctor.
Speaker 1: By all accounts, we should be better experts at spotting
Speaker 1: the unreal by now. But that's the problem with reality.
Speaker 1: It has always been a slippery thing, whether by our
Speaker 1: design or not, and we each of us live in
Speaker 1: our own version of it. So if reality is always
Speaker 1: a little distorted, the question then, really, if we have
Speaker 1: the luxury to choose is through just what filter would
Speaker 1: we prefer to have it distorted? Through fear and hate
Speaker 1: or love and empathy? What lens would we prefer others
Speaker 1: to apply when they look at us. That concludes our
Speaker 1: final episode of season eight. As we step away for
Speaker 1: a little while, I want to thank you the listener
Speaker 1: sincerely for spending your time with Unexplained. Your dedication, your curiosity,
Speaker 1: and your willingness to journey into these shadowed corners with
Speaker 1: me means more than I can ever say. If you
Speaker 1: haven't already, please do rate, to review and maybe share
Speaker 1: the show. It really helps to keep it all going. Lastly,
Speaker 1: I just want to give a massive shout out to
Speaker 1: this season's writers who've been doing an absolutely phenomenal job.
Speaker 1: In alphabetical order, thank you so much to Diane hope,
Speaker 1: Emma Dibden, James Connor Patterson and Neil mac Robert. Neil
Speaker 1: actually has a book coming out. It's a horror novella
Speaker 1: that has been described as equal parts terrifying and heartbreaking.
Speaker 1: It's called Good Boy and comes out on October night,
Speaker 1: so please look out for that. We'll return fittingly for
Speaker 1: our first episode of season nine on Friday, October thirty.
Speaker 1: First All Hallo's Eve with more unnerving tales from the
Speaker 1: borderlands of the Unknown. Until then, we remain sometimes eerie,
Speaker 1: sometimes strange, sometimes terrifying, always unexplained. This episode was written
Speaker 1: by Emma Dibden and Richard McLain Smith. Thank you as
Speaker 1: ever for listening. Unexplained is an Avy Club Productions podcast
Speaker 1: created by Richard McLain Smith. All other elements of the podcast,
Speaker 1: including the music, are also produced by me Richard McLain Smith. Unexplained.
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