Speaker 1: In April two thousand and four, a photograph of monsters
Speaker 1: began to circulate online, first through email, then across early
Speaker 1: social platforms. Unlike the blurred, half obscured images typically offered
Speaker 1: as evidence a weird phenomena, this photo was crisp and
Speaker 1: clear and seemingly irrefutable, and what it showed looked too
Speaker 1: awful to be real. Two things, in fact, two things
Speaker 1: sharing sixteen hairy segmented legs twisted round each other in
Speaker 1: skin crawling entwinement, being held aloft by two US soldiers
Speaker 1: stationed and Bagdad. In two thousand and four, a pair
Speaker 1: of monstrous, pale spiders, each seemingly large enough to dwarf
Speaker 1: the hand holding them. They seemed to resemble the terrifying
Speaker 1: face hugger of the Alien movies more than any normal iraknet.
Speaker 1: They were said to be camel spiders fabled a rachnids
Speaker 1: of the Middle Eastern desert, tales of which spread among
Speaker 1: military personnel in the area during both the First and
Speaker 1: second invasion of Iraq. The email was said to originate
Speaker 1: from American soldiers stationed in Baghdad, and was sent, according
Speaker 1: to the writer, to give you a better idea of
Speaker 1: what our troops are dealing with. As the image continued
Speaker 1: to scurry across the internet, wilder claims soon attached themselves
Speaker 1: to the unnerving looking creature. They were capable of huge
Speaker 1: vertical leaps. It was set high enough for them to
Speaker 1: reach the underside of the dromedary camel for which they
Speaker 1: were named. Once attached to the belly of the camel,
Speaker 1: they would bite deep into it and lay eggs under
Speaker 1: the skin. According to online comments, they could run it
Speaker 1: up to twenty five miles per hour, and most unnervingly,
Speaker 1: they were said to make an all screaming sound as
Speaker 1: they did. Accounts rolled in of spiders actively chasing down
Speaker 1: human victims and injecting them with anastetizing venom. When they
Speaker 1: incapacitate their prey. The story is set. They don't just
Speaker 1: suck out your juices, they also feed on your flesh.
Speaker 1: The viral camel spider photo was a horror story borne
Speaker 1: from an arachnophobe's worse nightmares, but thankfully, in this instance
Speaker 1: at least, there is cause for reassurance. Camel spiders are
Speaker 1: real and native to Iraq. The pair and the photograph
Speaker 1: are also genuine, but they've been unnaturally inflated through a
Speaker 1: trick of camera perspective. In truth, the biggest specimens don't
Speaker 1: exceed a five inch legspan. Neither do they run particularly fast,
Speaker 1: nor do they scream, and any minor trace of venom
Speaker 1: they possess is no use to them, as their teeth
Speaker 1: are far too short to break skin. They lay their
Speaker 1: eggs in the soil, not in any living creature, let
Speaker 1: alone something as hard to reach as a camel. As
Speaker 1: their ability to jump great heights is also entirely fictitious.
Speaker 1: In short, the viral photograph is an illusion, and the
Speaker 1: claims that accrue to it are nothing but urban legend.
Speaker 1: Even if the camel spiders were as large as they
Speaker 1: look in the photo, they would still be smaller than
Speaker 1: known arachnids like the goliath bird eater or the giant huntsman.
Speaker 1: An arachnophobe, it seems, can traveled to Iraq without too
Speaker 1: much cause for concern. But over the decades many stories
Speaker 1: have trickled in from other corners of the globe, places
Speaker 1: both far to some but unnervingly near to others, of
Speaker 1: truly horrifying things with far too many legs for comfort.
Speaker 1: You're listening to unexplained, and I am Richard McLean Smith.
Speaker 1: Back in nineteen forty two, during the Second World War,
Speaker 1: deep in the Owen Stanley Mountains of southeastern Papa, New Guinea,
Speaker 1: an Australian soldier steps into the bush to answer a
Speaker 1: call of nature. The soldier is one of the many
Speaker 1: thousands of Australian and Japanese forces fighting along the Kokoda Trail,
Speaker 1: a single file track that runs for sixty miles through
Speaker 1: the mountains. The air is chokingly thick and baking hot
Speaker 1: gnats buzz all about. Armed with a small shovel, the
Speaker 1: soldier steps into the thick undergrowth in search of a quiet,
Speaker 1: secluded spot. Having finished relieving himself, he realized with the
Speaker 1: jolt that he was crouched close to a vast patch
Speaker 1: of some kind of weblike substance. It was soft like
Speaker 1: cotton and blanketed everywhere from the ground up to about
Speaker 1: six feet of the surrounding tree trunks. With the mixture
Speaker 1: of curiosity and nerves, the soldier tracked the extent of
Speaker 1: the netting, which spread ten to fifteen feet either side
Speaker 1: of his position, turning to face the dense center of it.
Speaker 1: With marrow freezing horror, he saw the thing that had
Speaker 1: created it. Less than two feet from his face hung
Speaker 1: an enormous spider. The body alone was the size of
Speaker 1: a small dog. It was pitch black and covered in oily,
Speaker 1: iridescent hairs. Its legs were not long like a tarantulasah,
Speaker 1: but short and stubby. Mesmerized, and more than a little
Speaker 1: stunned with fear, the man stared at the spider for
Speaker 1: a few moments before backing slowly away and running back
Speaker 1: to camp. This story was first revealed to the world
Speaker 1: in two thousand and one by Debbie and Peter Hines,
Speaker 1: a wife and husband team of cryptoseologists. The soldier in
Speaker 1: question was the father of one of Debbie's childhood friends,
Speaker 1: who had terrified them with the story when they were young.
Speaker 1: The Hines offer no verifying evidence or even names or
Speaker 1: exact locations. Perhaps it would be easy to dismiss the
Speaker 1: account outright as another tall tale born of war, But
Speaker 1: then came the intriguing phone call made to a late
Speaker 1: night radio station just a few years later. It was
Speaker 1: back on August sixth, two thousand and five, that a
Speaker 1: young man named Craig called into the radio show Coast
Speaker 1: to Coast FM, where he proceeded to recount his own
Speaker 1: grandfather's wartime encounter with a massive spider, also in Papa
Speaker 1: New Guinea. Craig's grandfather was stationed in the capital city,
Speaker 1: Port Moresby, when he is said to have gone on
Speaker 1: a trek into the nearby rainforest. There, he apparently came
Speaker 1: across another vast web, in the center of which was
Speaker 1: a spider with a leg span of at least three
Speaker 1: to four feet that would make the creature at least
Speaker 1: four times the size of the largest known spider on
Speaker 1: the planet. Unlike the species apparently spotted near the Cacoda Trail,
Speaker 1: this one was smooth rather than hairy, and glimmered as
Speaker 1: striking emerald green in the dappled sunlight. Craig's grandfather was
Speaker 1: said to have been so frightened by the spider that
Speaker 1: he quickly drew his machete and hacked it to death.
Speaker 1: The Pacific island of Papa New Guinea remains one of
Speaker 1: the world's least explored land masses. Its highlands are cloaked
Speaker 1: in dense rainforest with little or no access for vehicles.
Speaker 1: The remoteness and pristine conditions of the country's forests have
Speaker 1: preserved an amazing degree of biodiversity and unique ecosystems. If
Speaker 1: there was the possibility of a gigantic species of arachnet
Speaker 1: living unrecognized somewhere on Earth, there are few habitats more
Speaker 1: congenial than Papa New Guinea. Maybe the only place more
Speaker 1: likely is the Congo Basin, a vast swathe of true,
Speaker 1: unexplored wilderness of rivers and rainforest and hidden lakes the
Speaker 1: size of small countries. It's long been romanticized as the
Speaker 1: last lost world on Earth and the home for unknown
Speaker 1: species or those thought long extinct, such as the apparent
Speaker 1: relict Saurupont, Maclay and Bembe, as featured in Season eight,
Speaker 1: episode ten, Not All Who Wander. In nineteen thirty eight,
Speaker 1: married explorers Marguerite and Reginald Lloyd were driving in the
Speaker 1: interior of the Congo Basin. They had settled in what
Speaker 1: was then Rhodesia as part of the European expansion into Africa,
Speaker 1: and had come to the Congo to explore its mysteries.
Speaker 1: Their ramshackle Ford truck rattled down the pock marked jungle track,
Speaker 1: hemmed in on both sides by a thick wall of
Speaker 1: dark jungle green. Suddenly, Reginald slammed on the brakes. A
Speaker 1: dozen feet ahead, something was emerging from the forest. For
Speaker 1: a few seconds, the couple watched charmed, assuming that they
Speaker 1: were privileged to the rare sight of a large jungle
Speaker 1: cat or perhaps a monkey, walking on all fours. Only
Speaker 1: as their eyes took in the weird, acute angles of
Speaker 1: the creature's men limbs did they recoil in horror. It
Speaker 1: was a huge spider with a leg span easily exceeding
Speaker 1: four feet. Reginald twisted in his seat frantically trying to
Speaker 1: reach his camera, but by the time he turned back,
Speaker 1: the spider had vanished. In the weblike way that these
Speaker 1: stories strink together through the years, The Lloyd's daughter, Margaret,
Speaker 1: would later tell the story to William Gibbons, a cryptozoologist
Speaker 1: with particular interest in unknown African megafauna. In the nineteen nineties,
Speaker 1: William Gibbons traveled to the Congo and Cameroon in search
Speaker 1: of Mackelay and Bembey. While meeting with members of the
Speaker 1: Bakar tribe, he mentioned the Lloyd sighting of the spider
Speaker 1: sixty years earlier. Apparently, the Bakar responded affirmatively, without surprise
Speaker 1: or amusement. Oh yes, they told Gibbons the large spider
Speaker 1: did certainly exist. In their language, it was known as
Speaker 1: Cuba fufi, or the great spider. The Cuba fufi had
Speaker 1: apparently once been a common and well known threat, similar
Speaker 1: in shape to a tarantula, only much much larger. It
Speaker 1: had a large, hairy body covered in dense brown fur,
Speaker 1: with a noticeable purple cast to its abdomen. The leg
Speaker 1: span was truly fearsome, upwards of five feet in total,
Speaker 1: large enough to overpower and drag away antelope, birds, and
Speaker 1: sadly also children that are said to be its prey.
Speaker 1: According to the Bakar community, the Cuba fufi typically make
Speaker 1: their den in the hollows beneath trees, camouflaging the entrance
Speaker 1: with roots and leaves. They then say an intricate network
Speaker 1: of webs to slow down passing prey and alert the
Speaker 1: spider to the presence of a meal. Once summoned, the
Speaker 1: Tuba fufi launches itself from its nest like a trapdoor spider.
Speaker 1: The Bakhar told Gibbons that the spider had once been
Speaker 1: common to the area, but deforestation and encroaching farmland had
Speaker 1: driven them further into the forest's interior. Nonetheless, sightings have
Speaker 1: apparently continued across the years, with anecdotes and accounts of
Speaker 1: spiders venturing out to drag stray dogs, and, if the
Speaker 1: stories are to be believed, even people screaming into the jungle.
Speaker 1: The deep forests of Central Africa and Papa New Guinea
Speaker 1: have long been filled with monsters. In the Western imagination,
Speaker 1: it seems half logical that if a giant, unknown arachnid
Speaker 1: did exist, that's where it would be. The same cannot
Speaker 1: be said for the modern urbanized United States, however. Nonetheless,
Speaker 1: one of the most intriguing encounters with an oversized spider
Speaker 1: is said to have taken place in the small city
Speaker 1: of Leesville, Louisiana, in nineteen forty eight. It was a
Speaker 1: cool evening when forty eight year old William Sladen accompanied
Speaker 1: his wife Pearl, and their three children to church. The
Speaker 1: youngest of the children was Richard, only six years old. Together,
Speaker 1: they walked north along Highway one seventy one, chattering amiably
Speaker 1: until they reached a dip in the road. Suddenly, William
Speaker 1: Sladen stood ramrod still and held out his hands to
Speaker 1: stop his family proceeding any further. The children obeyed, and
Speaker 1: young Richard watched the road ahead for whatever threat had
Speaker 1: so clearly spoot his grandfather. He heard a rustling in
Speaker 1: the overgrown ditch at the side of the highway. Then
Speaker 1: he looked on with disbelief and dawning horror as something
Speaker 1: terrifying emerged from it. As Richard described it to his
Speaker 1: son Todd fifty years later, it was a huge spider,
Speaker 1: the size of a washed up, hairy and black. As
Speaker 1: it crossed the road, the Sladen family watched in utter silence.
Speaker 1: No one said a word. The spider crossed the asphalt
Speaker 1: in a stately, unhurried fashion, eventually disappearing into the brush
Speaker 1: on the western side of the highway. The family didn't
Speaker 1: daret a cross where the spider had been. They simply
Speaker 1: turned around and went home. Richard says that only once
Speaker 1: did he and his brothers ask their grandfather what it
Speaker 1: was they had seen. William's blunt response was that it
Speaker 1: was simply a very large spider. This apparent, straight and
Speaker 1: terrifying episode was never discussed again, but Richard would tell
Speaker 1: his own son that he suspected the old man knew
Speaker 1: more than he was letting on. I always had the
Speaker 1: impression that Grandpa was familiar with it. He said that
Speaker 1: he had seen one before. He was a man who'd
Speaker 1: lived deep in the woods, building makeshift towns to facilitate
Speaker 1: the logging industry. Maybe he saw things in those woods
Speaker 1: he didn't talk about to us kids, another piece of
Speaker 1: rural folklore. Perhaps the memory of a child inflating a
Speaker 1: roaming tarantula into a gargantuan monster. Maybe. But in twenty nineteen,
Speaker 1: nearly seventy years after Richard's experience, a sergeant stationed at
Speaker 1: Louisiana's Fort Polk gave a series of strange first hand reports.
Speaker 1: The soldier going by the handle, Sergeant S wrote a
Speaker 1: prominent cryptozoologist, Carl Schucker, detailing encounters he and his colleagues
Speaker 1: had had with an especially enormous species of spider at
Speaker 1: the base, which is situated only eight miles from the
Speaker 1: Leesville town limits. Sergeant S's first apparent sighting was in
Speaker 1: two thousand and five, when he was part of d
Speaker 1: Company in the one hundred and first Airborne Division based
Speaker 1: at Fort Campbell in Kentucky. In the early spring, he
Speaker 1: traveled to Fort Polk for complex field training. In the
Speaker 1: early evening. The sergeant was walking with another soldier, whom
Speaker 1: he refers to as Sergeant Becky. They were making their
Speaker 1: way from the company dorms to the motorple, a short
Speaker 1: journey that took them on a dirt road cutting through
Speaker 1: a thickly wooded area. It was approaching dark, and both
Speaker 1: held flashlights to illuminate the shadowy path. Sergeant Becky was
Speaker 1: walking ten feet ahead when she suddenly screamed and tripped,
Speaker 1: falling to the road. When Sergeant s ran up to
Speaker 1: help her, he caught sight of something in its torchlight,
Speaker 1: a large hairy shape on the edge of the tree line,
Speaker 1: no more than four feet from the prone Becky. It
Speaker 1: was a mottled color, he said, with white and gray
Speaker 1: bristles and raised ridges and bumps running down the sides
Speaker 1: of its head and abdomen. The creature's head was roughly
Speaker 1: three feet from the ground and covered in eyes. It
Speaker 1: raised a pair of spinly prying appendages. Then, as the
Speaker 1: two soldiers looked on it splayed its other legs as
Speaker 1: if preparing to pounce forward. Sergeantes could see visible fangs
Speaker 1: surrounded by a three to four inch mouth In a panic,
Speaker 1: he set two with the butt of his carbine rifle,
Speaker 1: swinging wildly at the thing's head while kicking and screaming
Speaker 1: at the top of his lungs. Sergeant S claimed that
Speaker 1: he later reported details to Karlshuka about the spider's eyes,
Speaker 1: how his flashlight illuminated the eye tube like shining a
Speaker 1: light into a bottle filled with clear jelly. The spider
Speaker 1: backed away several feet, at which point the sergeant reversed
Speaker 1: its weapon and fired a round of bullets directly at
Speaker 1: its face. The creature is then said to have responded
Speaker 1: with a foul smelling liquid from somewhere close to its mouth.
Speaker 1: It fanned out like a liquid shot from a nozzle
Speaker 1: and instantly turned to mist, which settled on both Sergeant
Speaker 1: S and Becky's clothing. Under onslaught, the huge spider finally
Speaker 1: beat a clumsy retreat into the bush, crashing into the
Speaker 1: trees as it stumbled away. After only a few feet,
Speaker 1: it was rendered invisible among the shadows and leaves. As
Speaker 1: Sergeant S pulled the still screaming Becky to her feet,
Speaker 1: his foot landed on a ropelike filament which stuck to
Speaker 1: his boot strongly enough that he had to cut it
Speaker 1: away with a knife. After reporting the incident, the sergeant
Speaker 1: claims that he was accompanied back to the area for
Speaker 1: an inspection, during which they found more of the sticky
Speaker 1: weblike substance surrounding a half a meter hole the pit as.
Speaker 1: The sergeant described it at a sort of circular thatched
Speaker 1: cover hinged with some kind of glue. He described it
Speaker 1: as a construction of small sticks and leaves arranged in
Speaker 1: a symmetrical radial pattern. It was an interesting and specific detail,
Speaker 1: considering that the car tribe similar descriptions of trapped or
Speaker 1: like constructions apparently created by the tube fufi. A strong
Speaker 1: skunk like scent persisted in the air and remained in
Speaker 1: the soldier's clothing for days. A member of senior leadership
Speaker 1: recognized the scent on them and ordered his men to
Speaker 1: find bottles of ammonia and simple green degreasa. He ordered
Speaker 1: Sergeant s and Becky to wash their hands and faces immediately,
Speaker 1: and warned them to wash both themselves and their uniforms
Speaker 1: several more times. If you don't get the smell out,
Speaker 1: They were told, she'll come after you. The senior officer
Speaker 1: did not elaborate further. It was a few nights later
Speaker 1: when Sergeant S and a few of his fellow troops
Speaker 1: were awoken by the sound of something traversing the corrugated
Speaker 1: roof of their sleeping quarters. It sounded at first like
Speaker 1: brain drops, though with a strange hesitant rhythm. When it
Speaker 1: abruptly stopped above them, the men, including a very nervous
Speaker 1: Sergeant S, went outside to have a look. One of
Speaker 1: the men was boosted up to the roof to check
Speaker 1: it out, but he found nothing elsewhere in the barracks.
Speaker 1: On the same night as the strange sounds on the roof,
Speaker 1: another soldier was said to have been woken by the
Speaker 1: sound of something tapping at the window. He looked up
Speaker 1: to see what he first took to be an old,
Speaker 1: bearded man wearing large goggles, peering in at the sleeping
Speaker 1: men from the doorway. The soldier hurriedly rushed outside to investigate,
Speaker 1: only to watch the strange figure crawl away, rapidly, scale
Speaker 1: a ten foot fence, and disappear into the woods. Two
Speaker 1: years later, in the spring of two thousand and seven,
Speaker 1: Sergeant S was back at Fort Polk for another pre
Speaker 1: deployment exercise. Late one afternoon, the sergeant set out for
Speaker 1: a run on the nearby Alligator Lake Loop in the
Speaker 1: company of two other soldiers. As they jogged down the
Speaker 1: wide dirt road that circled the water, one of the
Speaker 1: group began to suffer from heat exhaustion. They stopped and
Speaker 1: settled her in the shade while Sergeantes ran to fetch
Speaker 1: a medic on the return journey. As the sergeant led
Speaker 1: the medic toward his colleague, the medic stepped in something
Speaker 1: sticky on the ground. He pulled off his shoe to
Speaker 1: find a strange fibrous material clinging to the bottom of
Speaker 1: it and stretching across the path. Had there not been
Speaker 1: so much of it, he would have said it was
Speaker 1: some kind of spider's web. Sergeantes broke off to relieve
Speaker 1: himself in the bushes. He suddenly became aware of movement
Speaker 1: in the leaves on the other side of the trail.
Speaker 1: Staring out toward a trembling leaf, he was certain he
Speaker 1: could see something dark peeking out at the foliage. The
Speaker 1: medic saw it too. The sergeant later described it as
Speaker 1: being covered in bristles, with two pebble like eyes, each
Speaker 1: three to four inches in circumference. Surrounded by smaller orbs.
Speaker 1: He believed he saw its fangs too. As soon as
Speaker 1: the sergeant moved, it was said to have scurried away
Speaker 1: into the bush, and the men didn't hang around to
Speaker 1: find out more. Later in the week, the sergeant was
Speaker 1: back out on a late night exercise. It took place
Speaker 1: on the edge of the training ground, where a mock
Speaker 1: village had been built to allow troops to practice urban combat.
Speaker 1: That night, the sergeant was positioned in the top story
Speaker 1: window of a makeshift wooden house when he spotted a
Speaker 1: friend passing on the street below smoking a cigarette. The
Speaker 1: sergeant yelled for him to stop, then stepped onto the
Speaker 1: roof and jumped down to join him. He lit one
Speaker 1: up for himself, enjoying the brief moment of respite under
Speaker 1: the stars. As the pair began to talk, the friend
Speaker 1: so he went very quiet as he looked over the
Speaker 1: sergeant's shoulder. Sergeantes, following his friend's gates, looked up to
Speaker 1: see a familiar shape walking across the roof of the house.
Speaker 1: According to s its legs were easily six feet apart,
Speaker 1: with a torso roughly one foot thick and two feet long.
Speaker 1: The sergeant threw rocks at the roof until the spider
Speaker 1: skitted away and once more disappeared into the gloom of
Speaker 1: the woods beyond. The supposed encounter in the training village
Speaker 1: was Sergeant S's last apparent encounter with giant spiders at
Speaker 1: Fort Polk, Louisiana. He did, however, follow up his story
Speaker 1: with some observations. First, he proposed that the creatures he
Speaker 1: saw on his second trip to Fort Polk may have
Speaker 1: been female, as to understanding the female spiders tend to
Speaker 1: be larger and more aggressive. Second, he wondered if the
Speaker 1: spiders hunted by scent and if it had been actively
Speaker 1: seeking him in the makeshift building on the edge of
Speaker 1: the training ground, having identified him from its urine near
Speaker 1: Alligator Lake. And lastly, he pointed out that he was
Speaker 1: not alone in his awareness of the spiders, and that
Speaker 1: local troops often made jokes about their existence and warned
Speaker 1: new recruits never to venture into the woods alone. He
Speaker 1: also pointed out that when he apparently reported each of
Speaker 1: his encounters up the chain of command, the leadership professed
Speaker 1: not to believe his story and accused him repeatedly of
Speaker 1: misidentifying a dog with severe mange. He was allegedly warned
Speaker 1: that his career would suffer were he to pursue the
Speaker 1: issue any further. To the best of his knowledge, he writes,
Speaker 1: no official or port was ever put on the record.
Speaker 1: There is something so universally arresting about the concept of
Speaker 1: a giant spider that it has wriggled its way into
Speaker 1: both ancient myth and contemporary entertainment across the globe. From
Speaker 1: a Nancy Trickster of West African folk tales and the
Speaker 1: Jaragumo spider demon of Japanese law to Tolkien's Hideous Shelop
Speaker 1: and Aragoic from the Harry Potter universe, giant spiders clearly
Speaker 1: pull at some fundamental aspect of the human imagination. Accepted
Speaker 1: science asserts that the real thing is impossible. However, due
Speaker 1: to the particular construction of a spider's respiratory system, there
Speaker 1: are thought to be firm limits on how large they
Speaker 1: can really grow. Spiders do not breathe through their mouths
Speaker 1: like other animals. Instead, they get their oxygen through their
Speaker 1: skin in what is non as an open respiratory system.
Speaker 1: Through a network of tubes called trakia, oxygen is transferred
Speaker 1: to their tissue. It's a process of slow diffusion throughout
Speaker 1: the body, which rapidly becomes less efficient as the spider
Speaker 1: increases in size. This then should put to bed any
Speaker 1: notion of the three, four or five foot specimens said
Speaker 1: to have been glimpsed as they scamper across the back
Speaker 1: roads of the world, and yet apparent sightings persist. In
Speaker 1: twenty thirteen, a video was uploaded to YouTube from a
Speaker 1: trail cam in Mozambique. It claims to be footage of
Speaker 1: a Cuba fufi or the East African equivalent, appearing to
Speaker 1: approach a watering hole. The short film is grainy and unclear,
Speaker 1: but there is definite movement across the right hand side
Speaker 1: of the screen. When the film is enhanced and the
Speaker 1: contrast inverted, it does appear to show something at least
Speaker 1: the size of a large dog, but with a far
Speaker 1: greater number of spinly legs, skittering briskly across the ground.
Speaker 1: It's there one moment, then gone the next, and like
Speaker 1: any encounter with large spiders glimpsed from the corner of
Speaker 1: the eye, it's hard not to wonder exactly where it
Speaker 1: might be right now. This episode was written by Neil
Speaker 1: McRobert and produced by me Richard McLean Smith. Neil is
Speaker 1: the creator and host of his own brilliant podcast called
Speaker 1: Talking Scared, in which he discusses the craft of horror,
Speaker 1: writing with everyone from Ta Nanerieve Do to the God
Speaker 1: of Horror himself, Stephen King. I can't recommend it highly enough.
Speaker 1: Unexplained as an AV Club Productions podcast created by Richard
Speaker 1: McClain Smith. All other elements of the podcast, including the music,
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