WEBVTT - Season 08 Episode 41: The Visitor

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<v Speaker 1>Hello, it's Richard mccleinsmith here with a quick update before

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<v Speaker 1>see you on board. The town of Van Meter sits

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<v Speaker 1>in Dallas County, Iowa, one of many small, once hopeful

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<v Speaker 1>community out in the wide flat middle of America. Today

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<v Speaker 1>it is easily missed by those barreling east or west

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<v Speaker 1>on the I eighty, though, were anyone to pull off

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<v Speaker 1>the interstate, they may find a history far deeper and

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<v Speaker 1>more interesting than they might expect. Indigenous Americans had long

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<v Speaker 1>made the area their home. Members of the Sac and

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<v Speaker 1>Fox Nation hunted, fished, and settled along the banks of

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<v Speaker 1>the Raccoon River for centuries until an eighteen forty treaty

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<v Speaker 1>come land grab with the U. S Government forced their relocation.

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<v Speaker 1>Van Meter's first colonial settlement began in eighteen forty seven

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<v Speaker 1>when brothers Lewis and Daniel Stump built a cabin there,

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<v Speaker 1>attracted by the area's natural and geological rewards. Soon another

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<v Speaker 1>pair of brothers, Levi and James Wright, would become their neighbours,

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<v Speaker 1>constructing their own cabin on the banks of the Raccoon.

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<v Speaker 1>Before long, other adventurous pioneers joined them. Isolated cabins clustered

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<v Speaker 1>into accidental neighbourhoods. A church was built, and in eighteen

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<v Speaker 1>sixty eight, the newly extended railroad brought the first train

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<v Speaker 1>to what was then named Tracy, Iowa. The following year,

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<v Speaker 1>the budding town of four hundred and fifty people was

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<v Speaker 1>renamed van Meter, commemorating the early Dutch pioneer Jacob Rhodes

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<v Speaker 1>van Meter, whose family had been instrumental in the early

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<v Speaker 1>days of the community. Like many such towns in the

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<v Speaker 1>middle of the country, van Meter was born from localized industry. First,

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<v Speaker 1>it was mining. The van Meter shaft was sunk in

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<v Speaker 1>eighteen seventy eight. Nearly three hundred feet deep, it tapped

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<v Speaker 1>a huge seam of coal and was regarded as a

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<v Speaker 1>model for successful mining nationwide. The traveling out of town

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<v Speaker 1>were loaded heavily with anthrokite, and in return came prosperity

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<v Speaker 1>and growth. Van Meter was suddenly on the map. In

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<v Speaker 1>eighteen ninety three, the mine owners sought to further capitalize

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<v Speaker 1>on their success, establishing the Plat Pressed Fire and Brick Company.

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<v Speaker 1>A factory located near to the mine transmuted the red

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<v Speaker 1>clay from a mining byproduct to the raw material for

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<v Speaker 1>quality bricks and tiles. Even when the mine was closed

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<v Speaker 1>in nineteen o two due to labour shortages and repeated strikes,

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<v Speaker 1>the factory continued to pump money into the town for decades. Nonetheless,

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<v Speaker 1>Van Meter never really grew For much of the twentieth century,

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<v Speaker 1>its population numbered less than one thousand, and the twenty

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<v Speaker 1>twenty census recorded only five hundred and thirteen households and

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<v Speaker 1>four hundred families. It's a limited but relatively dense population

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<v Speaker 1>for a town covered only one point three square miles.

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<v Speaker 1>It's a small, quiet place, the kind of town that

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<v Speaker 1>some might derisively describe as one that epitomizes the flyover States,

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<v Speaker 1>a place of little importance or standing. They imagine nothing

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<v Speaker 1>of interest ever happens. But not only would that do

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<v Speaker 1>an immense disservice to its people, they would be wrong.

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<v Speaker 1>In nineteen oh three, something paid a visit to Van Meter,

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<v Speaker 1>and its brief presence would mark the town forever. You're

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<v Speaker 1>listening to Unexplained and I'm Richard McLean Smith. Ulysses Griffith

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<v Speaker 1>was the first person to see the visitor. A local

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<v Speaker 1>farm equipment trader, the thirty five year old Griffith served

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<v Speaker 1>on the Van Meter Council and was a member of

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<v Speaker 1>both the Masonic Lodge and the Modern Woodman Society. He

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<v Speaker 1>was a highly respected member of the tiny community, considered

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<v Speaker 1>trustworthy and solid. In the early morning of Tuesday, September

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<v Speaker 1>twenty ninth, nineteen o three, Griffith was returning from a

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<v Speaker 1>long circuit of salesmanship around Dallas County. It had just

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<v Speaker 1>gone one a m. When he drove his new Model

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<v Speaker 1>a Ford down Main Street and drew to a brief

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<v Speaker 1>stop in the town center. Something had drawn his attention

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<v Speaker 1>to the roofline three stories up. An unexpected light beaming

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<v Speaker 1>out from the top of a local business named Matha

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<v Speaker 1>and Greg, bright enough to cast shadows across the silent

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<v Speaker 1>nighttime street. Concerned that he was witnessing a burglary in action,

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<v Speaker 1>Griffith eased the car forward to get a better look.

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<v Speaker 1>When the unexplained illumination appeared, leaped suddenly from the roof,

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<v Speaker 1>clearing the entire street before landing on top of the

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<v Speaker 1>building opposite. What the hell, he said to himself as

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<v Speaker 1>he tried to focus in on what on earth he

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<v Speaker 1>was looking at. The only thing Griffith knew was that

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<v Speaker 1>whatever he was seeing, it wasn't burglar's because it couldn't

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<v Speaker 1>possibly have even been human. He tried again to inch

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<v Speaker 1>closer to the source of the light, but almost as

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<v Speaker 1>quickly as the brightness had appeared, it was gone. With

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<v Speaker 1>nothing else to be done, Griffith retired to bed, no doubt,

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<v Speaker 1>exhausted from the day, but left restless in his curiosity

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<v Speaker 1>about its closing moments. The following day, he told several

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<v Speaker 1>people about his strange sighting. Griffith was well regarded enough

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<v Speaker 1>not to be dismissed, but in the bright morning sunshine,

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<v Speaker 1>his uncanny tail generated far more of amusement than anything

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<v Speaker 1>resembles fear. The following night, in a small bedroom behind

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<v Speaker 1>his office, Doctor Fred Orcot slept as storm winds buffeted

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<v Speaker 1>the town and rain spattered against the pine walls outside.

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<v Speaker 1>Neither woke him, Yet, just after one a m. He

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<v Speaker 1>was wrenched from sleep by a beam of intense light

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<v Speaker 1>shining through his window. Immediately alert, all Cock leapt from

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<v Speaker 1>his bed and reached for his gun. The light was

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<v Speaker 1>brighter than any torch he'd ever seen, and the doctor

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<v Speaker 1>had been awoken by enough nighttime emergencies to know that

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<v Speaker 1>this was no fellow citizen seeking his help. All Cock

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<v Speaker 1>rushed outside in his NightWare to confront whatever was making

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<v Speaker 1>such a blaze, and came face to face with a

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<v Speaker 1>sight that stopped him dead in his muddy tracks. Outside,

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<v Speaker 1>doctor Orcott squinted into the light beyond which he saw,

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<v Speaker 1>to his horror, a bizarre creature that he later described

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<v Speaker 1>as being half human and half animal. According to Allcot,

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<v Speaker 1>it stood eight or nine feet tall, with a huge

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<v Speaker 1>pair of bat like wings and a sharply protruding face,

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<v Speaker 1>almost like a beak, and from the center of the

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<v Speaker 1>creature's forehead jutted a single thick horn. It was this

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<v Speaker 1>appendage that seemed to be the source of the light.

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<v Speaker 1>The man and whatever this other thing was stood only

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<v Speaker 1>a few yards apart as the rain continued to lash down.

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<v Speaker 1>Scared for his life, Allcot raised his pistol and fired

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<v Speaker 1>five times at close range, but the winged creature showed

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<v Speaker 1>no sign of impact or injury. It merely stirred in

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<v Speaker 1>passively watching, still emanating its strange light. Doctor Orcott beat

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<v Speaker 1>a fast retreat, diving back into the relative safety of

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<v Speaker 1>his office. Understandably terrified, Alcott hurriedly barred the door, then

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<v Speaker 1>rushed around, securely locking every window of his office and home.

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<v Speaker 1>By the time he returned to the one facing the street,

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<v Speaker 1>there was no sign of the strange entity. Alcott shivered

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<v Speaker 1>in his damp night clothes as he secured the last

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<v Speaker 1>of the windows. He spent the rest of the night

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<v Speaker 1>trembling in bed, his pistol right beside him. The next day,

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<v Speaker 1>doctor Orcott told several people about his nighttime encounter, and,

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<v Speaker 1>in the way of all small intimate communities, word quickly spread.

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<v Speaker 1>Some people scoffed, worried what it meant for the health

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<v Speaker 1>of the town that the local doctor seemed to have

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<v Speaker 1>gone crazy. However, had caught wind of Ulysses Griffith's sighting

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<v Speaker 1>just twenty four hours earlier, and they began to wander

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<v Speaker 1>two pillars of the community, each with an outlandish story

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<v Speaker 1>what on earth was happening in Van Meter. One person

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<v Speaker 1>who treated the doctor's tale with special incredulity was twenty

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<v Speaker 1>six year old Clarence Done, known as Peter to his friends.

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<v Speaker 1>Done was a man on an upward trajectory in van Meter.

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<v Speaker 1>Later in life, he would go on to manage the

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<v Speaker 1>town's bank before becoming town treasurer, mayor and head of

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<v Speaker 1>the school district. On the evening of Thursday, October one,

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<v Speaker 1>nineteen o three, however, Done was still a cashier in

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<v Speaker 1>the bank he would one day run, but as a

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<v Speaker 1>committed member of the community and a loyal employee, he

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<v Speaker 1>felt a responsibility to protect both his town and place

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<v Speaker 1>of employment. Was convinced that Griffith and Orcott had misconstrued

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<v Speaker 1>criminal activity in van Meter. Because the strange sightings had

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<v Speaker 1>been made around the same time each night downtown. It

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<v Speaker 1>made sense to Done that they were simply part of

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<v Speaker 1>an orchestrated plot by thieves to rob local businesses, and

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<v Speaker 1>so one night, instead of clocking off for work, Done

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<v Speaker 1>armed himself with a shotgun full of buckshot and settled

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<v Speaker 1>down in the middle of the bank's small foyer and

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<v Speaker 1>waited for the robbers to appear outside the bank. It

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<v Speaker 1>was an overcast night, and the shadows were in constant

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<v Speaker 1>flux as the clouds shifted across a bright half moon.

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<v Speaker 1>Clarence Done was on edge. After all, it's no small

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<v Speaker 1>feat preparing to face thieves in the night with no

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<v Speaker 1>knock of just how dangerous they might be. For the

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<v Speaker 1>first few hours, at least, he took solace in the

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<v Speaker 1>presence of all the townsfolk, still going about their day

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<v Speaker 1>in the street outside, heading home from work or evening drinks.

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<v Speaker 1>But as midnight ticked past, both the dark and the

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<v Speaker 1>silence of the night settled deeper. Done gripped the gun

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<v Speaker 1>tighter in his hands. It had just gone one when

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<v Speaker 1>Done was suddenly distracted by a strange rustling at the

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<v Speaker 1>front window. He raised his gun, only for the noise

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<v Speaker 1>to then change to something far more disturbing. He later

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<v Speaker 1>described it as a gurgling, choking sound, as if some

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<v Speaker 1>person or other animal was gasping for air. Just then,

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<v Speaker 1>from only meters away, a bright light struck through the window.

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<v Speaker 1>It landed first on Done, dazzling him for a moment

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<v Speaker 1>before swinging left and right like a spotlight from a

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<v Speaker 1>watch tower. As his eyes readjusted, Done saw, to his

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<v Speaker 1>immense alarm the shadowy bulk of an inexplicable creature beyond

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<v Speaker 1>the glass. Then the light swung back round and fixed

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<v Speaker 1>once more Undone. In a panic, he raised the shotgun

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<v Speaker 1>to his shoulder and fired. Though they were separated by

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<v Speaker 1>the window pane, the shot was practically point blank, with

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<v Speaker 1>a deafening blast, The shot shattered the glass and ripped

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<v Speaker 1>the wooden sash free, But just like doctor Orcott's bullets,

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<v Speaker 1>the buckshot seemed to have no effect on the creature

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<v Speaker 1>at all. Stunned by what he had seen, Done none

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<v Speaker 1>the less righted himself and rushed to the door, But

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<v Speaker 1>in the seconds it took him to spill outside, the

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<v Speaker 1>winged figure had already disappeared. He scanned the street, but

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<v Speaker 1>saw nothing. Whether he thought to look up in the

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<v Speaker 1>air or not, we shall never know. Understandably, Shaken and

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<v Speaker 1>well passed the limit of what company loyalty could demand,

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<v Speaker 1>Done went home to his family. Six hours later, at

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<v Speaker 1>the first light of dawn, Dun returned to the bank,

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<v Speaker 1>determined to find evidence of the strange thing he'd encountered.

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<v Speaker 1>He arrived to find the remains of the damage he'd caused,

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<v Speaker 1>half spilling out into the street, but there was no

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<v Speaker 1>blood to be seen anywhere. Then, finally, imprinted in the

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<v Speaker 1>mud at the base of the boardwalk, he apparently found

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<v Speaker 1>what he was looking for, a three toed track bird

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<v Speaker 1>like in configuration, only much much bigger than any bird

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<v Speaker 1>he'd ever seen before. Dun made a plaster cast of

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<v Speaker 1>the claw marks and displayed it to anyone who would listen.

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<v Speaker 1>On that cloudy fall day, the most residents of Van Meter,

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<v Speaker 1>like millions of other Americans, were well distracted because October one,

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<v Speaker 1>nineteen o three, just happened to be the day in

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<v Speaker 1>which the first game of the modern Baseball World Series

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<v Speaker 1>took place. All ears were turned to radios, temporarily deaf

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<v Speaker 1>to the growing anxiety of those few in Van Meter

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<v Speaker 1>who knew something very strange should come to their town soon,

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<v Speaker 1>though everyone would have reason to listen later that evening,

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<v Speaker 1>a few hours after the Pittsburgh Pirates had beaten the

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<v Speaker 1>Boston Americans in the first game of the World Series.

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<v Speaker 1>The citizens of Van Meter slumbered under a light fall

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<v Speaker 1>drizzle in a room above Fisher and White, the town

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<v Speaker 1>hardware store. The proprietor, mister White, was woken from sleep

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<v Speaker 1>by a loud, scraping noise outside. His startled, he reached

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<v Speaker 1>immediately for his gun, instinctively worried that a robbery might

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<v Speaker 1>be taking place, But then a whole other, terrifying thought

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<v Speaker 1>entered his mind. Had the creature now come to pay

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<v Speaker 1>him a visit. Gathering his thoughts, he decided against rushing

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<v Speaker 1>outside or firing indiscriminately as others had done, and instead

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<v Speaker 1>quietly made his way to the casement window, gently slid

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<v Speaker 1>it open, and peered out into the dark. At first

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<v Speaker 1>he saw nothing, but as its gaze landed on a

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<v Speaker 1>telegraph pole at the corner of Main Street, he saw,

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<v Speaker 1>with a sickening lurch in the pit of his stomach,

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<v Speaker 1>standing on top of it, statue like was the exact

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<v Speaker 1>same creature that he'd heard so much about over the

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<v Speaker 1>previous days, And, just as Peter had done had reported

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<v Speaker 1>the night before, a light seemed to be emanating from

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<v Speaker 1>its head, ringing pendulously up and down the street. Mister

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<v Speaker 1>White steadily took aim when suddenly the light landed right

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<v Speaker 1>on his face. Without thinking, the shopkeeper pulled the trigger,

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<v Speaker 1>but once more, the gun had no effect on the visitor,

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<v Speaker 1>as it would later be named. Instead, it seemed as

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<v Speaker 1>if the shot had merely served to wake it up.

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<v Speaker 1>To mister White's horror, it then began to slowly descend

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<v Speaker 1>the pole down to the street. At this point. In

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<v Speaker 1>some tellings of the tale, mister White was said to

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<v Speaker 1>be rendered almost insensible by a putrid smell emanating from

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<v Speaker 1>the creature, after which White claimed to have no further

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<v Speaker 1>memory of the evening's events. If that all sounds a

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<v Speaker 1>little bit far fetched, it's worth knowing that, incredibly, there

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<v Speaker 1>was another witness to this event across the street from

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<v Speaker 1>mister White and its hardware store, Sydney Gregg, just happened

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<v Speaker 1>to be gazing out of his window when he saw

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<v Speaker 1>White appear with its gun. After hearing shots, Greg frantically

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<v Speaker 1>scanned the street to try and see what an earth

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<v Speaker 1>mister White had fired at that's when he too saw

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<v Speaker 1>the same shadowy form sliding down the telegraph pole. Greg

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<v Speaker 1>described its movements as parrot like and that it used

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<v Speaker 1>its elongated, beaked appendage for extra traction. He estimated the

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<v Speaker 1>thing to be at least eight feet tall, and, like

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<v Speaker 1>other witnesses, was amazed by the sprawl of featherless wings

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<v Speaker 1>that stretched out from its back. When the creature got

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<v Speaker 1>to the ground, it beat its wings once with a

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<v Speaker 1>whip crack of air. Then it swept its bizarre light

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<v Speaker 1>around once more. It was as bright, Greg said, as

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<v Speaker 1>the headlights on the brand new automobiles he sometimes saw

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<v Speaker 1>around town. The young man watched dumbfound it as the

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<v Speaker 1>creature loped down Main Street, hopping like an injured kangaroo.

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<v Speaker 1>Greg continued to watch with terror as it stopped right

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<v Speaker 1>outside its property, less than a dozen feet away and

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<v Speaker 1>only a single story below him. Then it turned to

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<v Speaker 1>face him. Greg had just enough time to feel the

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<v Speaker 1>rush of fear before the early morning mail train came

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<v Speaker 1>ripping along the tracks parallel to Main Street and spooted

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<v Speaker 1>the animal. The creature dropped quickly to all fours and

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<v Speaker 1>started to run, then popped out its wings and took

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<v Speaker 1>flight Sydney. Greg kept his eyes firmly fixed on the

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<v Speaker 1>creature's dimming light as it flew off toward the old

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<v Speaker 1>coal mine on the edge of town. By the time

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<v Speaker 1>in Friday October two dawned, heavy and humid, van Meter

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<v Speaker 1>was a wash with anxious rumors, not least of all

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<v Speaker 1>because there'd been rumblings about strange goings on at the

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<v Speaker 1>mine for some time. The van Meter Brick and Tile

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<v Speaker 1>Factory was situated close to the now defunct mine shaft

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<v Speaker 1>for the past few days. When the factory day crew

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<v Speaker 1>returned from their shift, they brought tales of ominous sounds

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<v Speaker 1>emanating from the mouth of the pit. One worker described

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<v Speaker 1>it as though Satan and a regiment of his imps

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<v Speaker 1>were preparing for battle. So when Sydney Gregg revealed that

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<v Speaker 1>he'd seen the creature flying off in that direction, it

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<v Speaker 1>was easy to draw a connection. The people of van

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<v Speaker 1>Meter began to wonder if the mine that had once

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<v Speaker 1>served so well as the beating heart of their town

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<v Speaker 1>had now become the nesting place for something hell bent

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<v Speaker 1>on attacking it. The following night, the brick and tile

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<v Speaker 1>factory's chief operator, J. L. Platt, was working a late

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<v Speaker 1>shift when at some time around one a m. He

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<v Speaker 1>heard the strange noises again emanating from the edge of

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<v Speaker 1>the mine shaft. Like many of his men. He'd heard

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<v Speaker 1>the noises several times during the previous days, but this

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<v Speaker 1>was different. No longer faint as they had been before,

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<v Speaker 1>the noises now sounded much closer, as if whatever was

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<v Speaker 1>making the rattling, gasping, growling sounds was no longer in

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<v Speaker 1>the bowels of the mine, but just below the surface.

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<v Speaker 1>Platt peered into the open mouth of the shaft, only

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<v Speaker 1>able to see a few feet before darkness and the

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<v Speaker 1>twists of the seam obscured things. Suddenly, without any warning,

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<v Speaker 1>something large burst from the mine. It all happened too

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<v Speaker 1>fast and hectically for Platt to notice any details other

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<v Speaker 1>than its gigantic size and its odd half human shape.

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<v Speaker 1>As Platt recoiled, stumbling away and blinded by a bright light,

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<v Speaker 1>he then saw another smaller figure emerge from the shaft

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<v Speaker 1>before shooting up into the sky. As it happened. J. L.

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<v Speaker 1>Platt wasn't the only witness to the sudden appearance of

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<v Speaker 1>two creatures escaping the mine, with the brick and Tile

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<v Speaker 1>factory only a few hundred yards away. Having heard the commotion,

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<v Speaker 1>more than a dozen colleagues came rushing over to investigate,

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<v Speaker 1>just in time. To see the creatures disappear into the night.

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<v Speaker 1>Many of them later reported the now familiar features illuminated horns,

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<v Speaker 1>beak like faces, and those broad bat like wings. Astonished

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<v Speaker 1>by what they'd say, the men promptly stopped work and

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<v Speaker 1>went straight home to report their sighting, and, as is

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<v Speaker 1>so often the case when a community feels under threat,

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<v Speaker 1>a posse soon materialized. As a heavy rain began to fall,

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<v Speaker 1>the men of van Meter gathered on main Street, many

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<v Speaker 1>of them armed with rifles and shotguns, and promptly set

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<v Speaker 1>out together for the mine. In their wake, the remaining

0:23:28.240 --> 0:23:31.840
<v Speaker 1>people of van Meter turned on all the lights around town,

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<v Speaker 1>both in solidarity and out of fear. Walking out into

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<v Speaker 1>the surrounding scrub in the dark, their backs turned to

0:23:41.040 --> 0:23:44.080
<v Speaker 1>the lights of home, the men must have felt like

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<v Speaker 1>ships sailing out into the night. It wasn't long before

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<v Speaker 1>the posse reached the old mine, where they formed a

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<v Speaker 1>loose curve around its entrance. The plan was to either

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<v Speaker 1>trap the creatures inside or keep them out if they

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<v Speaker 1>were still yet to return. As the hours passed by,

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<v Speaker 1>the men grew more nervous and disheartened as the cold

0:24:07.720 --> 0:24:12.919
<v Speaker 1>rain crept through their oilskins and soaked their clothes steadily.

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<v Speaker 1>One by one, many in the group grew bored and

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<v Speaker 1>headed back to bed. By the time dawn broke just

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<v Speaker 1>after five forty five, only a handful of the makeshift

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<v Speaker 1>company remained at their post. Just then, someone shouted out

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<v Speaker 1>in alarm, pointing to the sky, and there, against the

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<v Speaker 1>weak dawnlight, a peculiar figure could be seen coming towards them.

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<v Speaker 1>Behind that a smaller iteration of the same thing, just

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<v Speaker 1>as Platte had reported stealing themselves. Each of the men

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<v Speaker 1>grabbed their weapons, and, taking aim, fired at the approaching duo.

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<v Speaker 1>The blast was loud enough to be heard all the

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<v Speaker 1>way back in Van Meter, but the teachers didn't flinch

0:25:01.800 --> 0:25:06.000
<v Speaker 1>and responded with their own unearthly noises As they drew

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<v Speaker 1>ever closer to the mine. The men took aim and

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<v Speaker 1>fired again, but could only watch, bewildered and impotent, as

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<v Speaker 1>both creatures casually proceeded through the hail of bullets and

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<v Speaker 1>disappeared once more into the mine. With nothing else to

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<v Speaker 1>do and understandably unwilling to give chase into the darkness

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<v Speaker 1>of the mine, what was left of the Van Meter

0:25:37.640 --> 0:25:43.360
<v Speaker 1>posse dispersed. Most returned to town while an unlucky few had

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<v Speaker 1>no other choice but to go to their Saturday shift

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<v Speaker 1>at the factory, and no doubt kept a wary eye

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<v Speaker 1>on the mine shaft throughout the day. Back in Van Meter,

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<v Speaker 1>it was decided that the only reasonable response was to

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<v Speaker 1>wall up the mine as quickly as possible, in the

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<v Speaker 1>hope of trapping the visitors in their burrow forever. It's

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<v Speaker 1>not known if the townspeople manage this feat before another

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<v Speaker 1>night set in. H. H. Phillips, the local postmaster, who

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<v Speaker 1>published an account of this strange event in the Des

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<v Speaker 1>Moines Register, does not go into detail on the attempted barricade,

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<v Speaker 1>so we are left to wonder whether the visitor was

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<v Speaker 1>trapped or whether it had the chance to fly free

0:26:29.359 --> 0:26:34.000
<v Speaker 1>along with its companion. And what of that companion? Was

0:26:34.040 --> 0:26:37.800
<v Speaker 1>it a mate or an offspring? Could it be there

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<v Speaker 1>was even a breeding population somewhere out in the flatlands

0:26:41.960 --> 0:26:47.159
<v Speaker 1>of Iowa. The van meet a visitor is treated, like

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<v Speaker 1>most small town monsters, as a gimmick, a tourist trap,

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<v Speaker 1>and a chance to celebrate and sell the quirks of

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<v Speaker 1>those small towns they come from. Since twenty thirteen, has

0:27:00.440 --> 0:27:05.080
<v Speaker 1>hosted the annual than Meet Visitor festival with walking tours,

0:27:05.240 --> 0:27:09.760
<v Speaker 1>games and lectures on crypto zoology. It's a way to

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<v Speaker 1>remember the law while presenting it as a safe, half

0:27:13.520 --> 0:27:18.080
<v Speaker 1>humorous nod to a more credulous era in American life.

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<v Speaker 1>But no amount of marketing can fully defang the legend

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<v Speaker 1>of the Visitor, because that week in late September and

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<v Speaker 1>early October of nineteen o three is far from the

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<v Speaker 1>only time that something odd has flown through the local

0:27:33.760 --> 0:27:45.560
<v Speaker 1>Midwestern skies. For centuries, the Indigenous people of the Upper

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<v Speaker 1>Midwest shared tales of the thunderbird, a giant avian creature

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<v Speaker 1>that could create thunderstorms and fire lightning from its eyes.

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<v Speaker 1>Though tribal traditions differ, those features remain consistent, and perhaps

0:28:01.160 --> 0:28:05.560
<v Speaker 1>it is worth remembering the unexpectedly vicious storms that came

0:28:05.600 --> 0:28:09.000
<v Speaker 1>to van Meter on almost every night of that fateful

0:28:09.040 --> 0:28:14.640
<v Speaker 1>week in eighteen ninety, thirteen years before the Van Meet visitation,

0:28:15.119 --> 0:28:20.199
<v Speaker 1>townspeople in Independence, another small Iowan town, claimed to have

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<v Speaker 1>seen something large with wings, horns, and an alligator shaped

0:28:25.880 --> 0:28:30.440
<v Speaker 1>snout on the outskirts of town. When confronted, it made

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<v Speaker 1>a terrible rattling, roaring noise, and its eyes gave off

0:28:35.280 --> 0:28:41.360
<v Speaker 1>electrical light. In the states neighboring Iowa, sightings of oversized

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<v Speaker 1>flying creatures were even more common. In eighteen sixty eight,

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<v Speaker 1>an eight year old named Jemmy Kenney was said to

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<v Speaker 1>have been killed by a huge bird. The boy was

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<v Speaker 1>snatched from his school yard in Tipper County, Missouri and

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<v Speaker 1>dragged into the air before being dropped to his death.

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<v Speaker 1>His teacher described the bird's talons as having torn into

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<v Speaker 1>the child's flesh. Over a century later, in nineteen seventy seven,

0:29:11.960 --> 0:29:15.800
<v Speaker 1>a similar terror would strike ten year old Marlon Lowe

0:29:16.040 --> 0:29:20.720
<v Speaker 1>in Lawndale, Illinois. This time, the boy was attacked by

0:29:20.760 --> 0:29:24.200
<v Speaker 1>what were described as a pair of nine foot bird

0:29:24.360 --> 0:29:30.000
<v Speaker 1>like things. As his horrified mother watched screaming. Marlon was

0:29:30.120 --> 0:29:35.480
<v Speaker 1>dragged thirty feet before being dropped. This time, however, thankfully,

0:29:35.520 --> 0:29:40.400
<v Speaker 1>the boy survived. Tales of similar encounters are so numerous

0:29:40.480 --> 0:29:43.959
<v Speaker 1>over the decades they've given rise to a whole specific

0:29:44.120 --> 0:29:50.920
<v Speaker 1>category of cryptid becoming known as Ioware dragons. Back in

0:29:51.080 --> 0:29:54.479
<v Speaker 1>van Meter, there are some who still don't consider that

0:29:54.680 --> 0:29:57.680
<v Speaker 1>strange week of nineteen o three to be the end

0:29:57.720 --> 0:30:02.680
<v Speaker 1>of things there either. In nineteen eighty, a man walking

0:30:02.720 --> 0:30:05.440
<v Speaker 1>his dog by the old mine claimed to have seen

0:30:05.520 --> 0:30:09.480
<v Speaker 1>what he described as a large winged man flying out

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<v Speaker 1>of the shaft, and as recently as two thousand and six,

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<v Speaker 1>the local pastor, driving back from Colfax, about thirty miles

0:30:18.480 --> 0:30:21.800
<v Speaker 1>from Van Meter, claimed he was followed by a flying

0:30:22.160 --> 0:30:25.680
<v Speaker 1>dragon like creature which hovered above his car for a

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<v Speaker 1>short time before flying away at the edge of town.

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<v Speaker 1>To this day, many questions remain, and with so many

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<v Speaker 1>recorded encounters that stretch back centuries, there is one, perhaps

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<v Speaker 1>that are nerves above all others, the possibility that the

0:30:43.920 --> 0:30:47.560
<v Speaker 1>people of Van Meter got it wrong when naming their

0:30:47.640 --> 0:30:53.000
<v Speaker 1>local monster. It isn't it that is the visitor. It

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<v Speaker 1>is us. This episode was written by Neil mac robert

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<v Speaker 1>and produced by me Richard mc lean smith. Neil is

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