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Are we rolling in five, four, three,
two, and one?

Hello, and welcome to tonight's episode of
The Real Paranormal.

I'm your host, Danny Early.

Today we're joined by a very special
guest.

He is FBI agent Justice
Brown of Malachi, Louisiana

Police Department's
FBI Paranormal Division.

Agent Brown, welcome to the show.

Thank you.

So, Agent Brown, should I
refer to you as the dead guy,

since it seems to be a name
given to you in certain circles?

No, no, don't call me that.

I didn't come up with that name,
first of all.

I don't know where it came from,
but I'm not a big fan of it.

Namely because what it does is...

It seems to be disrespectful to the
decedent, as well as it tends to diminish

what you do almost at a level of
vaudeville.

That's exactly it.

Which is odd that you would
have that type of sensitive insight,

considering you just wanted to
call me that forty seconds ago.

Understood.

No, we definitely won't call you that.

I appreciate that.

So Agent Brown, I
guess the million dollar

question is, how can you
talk to these dead people?

Well, the pending theory from scientists
that I've been hearing is that I have a

rare metallic substance in my bloodstream
that I've had since I was born.

I bleed just like you and anybody else,
I bleed red, but it's a metallic substance.

And technically I should be dead.

About 47% of the stuff in me, I should be
dead.

But for me, it's normal.

It's harmless.

And they seem to think
that that has something

to do with me being
able to talk to the dead.

But truth be known, man, nobody knows how
I can communicate with the dead.

Nobody.

So Agent Brown, in
addition to hearing these

dead people, do you
ever see dead people?

Because, you know, I got to tell you,
if I saw dead people every day,

I would be hiding out somewhere in
Hackensack, New Jersey, in a confessional,

curled up in a fetal position with my
thumb in my mouth.

No, I don't see them.

I mean, I'm glad I
don't because, I mean,

think about what kind
of shit would they be in?

Some guy shot in the face with a shotgun,
has his face blown off.

Yeah.

I mean, some poor woman who was strangled
to death, her eyes bulging out,

her tongue sticking out of her mouth.

Some person's been in the water for 10 days
and they're bloated and all just figured.

I mean, half the time I wouldn't even,
you know, forget it, man.

Forget it.

No, to answer your question, I don't see
dead people.

Well, hearing them is definitely plenty
enough because, as you said just now,

you really don't know what you're going to
get.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I mean, for a while when I was younger,
it started off, I was hearing a lot of

these calm, soothing, motherly-type
voices.

Every now and then a kid would slip in
there, you know, but then out of the blue,

one day this guy comes chiming in with
this gruff, loud-ass gruff, and he's like,

Hey, I'm Frank Bell.

I was the chief, Rick Masary guy.

Whoa, whoa, man.

You know, I'm 11.

Ease into that shit.

With that gruff.

So you've always heard these voices,
then, even as a child?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, unfortunately.

So why did it take you so long to,
really until recently, to let anyone know

that you've always heard, you know,
these voices?

Well, I mean, as a child growing up, I
thought, I thought everybody heard voices.

I thought that was just the way it was.

But then I would see on TV, whenever some
guy would say he heard voices,

the first thing he would do would be to
put him in a straitjacket and lock him up.

Right.

Yeah.

So, so, and this was
like a recurring theme

on not just one, but
various television shows.

So at that point, I wouldn't say anything
to anybody.

Definitely understandable.

But at some point,
you eventually did tell

people about those
voices that you would hear.

So what was the turning point for you?

The turning point was, I heard the voices
of this little seven year old girl.

She told me she was murdered by her
mother, stuffed in a garbage bag,

and then stuffed down
into a hole in a huge

hole in a huge redwood
tree in the backyard.

And this happened like 60 years prior or
something.

But she said the house had been abandoned
and it was in a state of disrepair.

Disrepair?

What?

This seven year old girl, she actually
used the word disrepair?

No, no, no, no.

She used the word, um, Decreptitude.

Well, it turns out that
house, the little girl's

house was only eight
miles away from my house.

At that time.

So I drove over there and she was still
inside that redwood tree, like she said.

I mean, after some trepidation I finally
ended up calling the police to tell them.

Who obviously just totally embraced your
story of talking to a dead girl, right?

No, I didn't say they believed me,
but they checked it out.

They knew I didn't have
anything to do with it

because it was like years
before I was even born.

So that's what came to me.

So after about solving the fifth or sixth
case, police departments all over the

world started taking me a little more
seriously.

So serious, in fact, that the FBI
decided to make me the head

agent at the newly formed FBI
paranormal homicide division.

Of which I'm now only an employee.

Now I'm not that rich, but yet I'm not
that poor, to have to go begging from door

to door, all around,
up on a hill, and I wasn't

left no money from
my granddaddy's wheel.

But don't you worry, cause I won't cry,
as long as I got my brother, he'd be with

me by and by, but long as I live,
even when I'm dead, I get down on my

knees, and I bow my head, and I'll thank,
I'll thank, I'll thank the Lord.

Help me now.

I'll say a thing, and I'll pray,
and I'll thank the Lord.

Listen to me.

May I be on stage, on TV, or singing the
wire?

No, that ain't me.

I've been around the world, and I've been
here to stay.

Detectives, you told me you'd be here in
10 minutes, and that was 32 minutes ago.

Apparently, your 10 minutes is different
from my 10 minutes.

What do you care if we're 32 minutes late,
Mayberry?

You have some place else to be in this
one-horse hick town?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Yeah, today's the county fair,
and you promise ain't B and OP,

you drive them to the pie-baking contest.

Don't crack wise with me.

You tell me you'll be here in 10 minutes,
and be here in 10 minutes.

It's called common courtesy.

So let me get this straight.

You two drive all the way out here to
Allenville, Louisiana, because some

psychic told you that there was a body
from an old homicide off of I-25.

Not some psychic.

The psychic, Justice Brown.

Justice Brown?

The dead guy?

Well, I don't mean that he's actually
dead.

Yes, the dead guy.

And if he says there's
a body off of I-25,

you can bet your ass
there's a body off I-25.

The psychic said it'll be near some kind
of a hand puppet.

Listen, for the record,
I'm not a big believer

in psychics or ESP
or any of that shit.

You know what?

I'm gonna play a little
bit of devil's advocate

here by addressing the
obvious elephant in the room.

We're not in a room, Mayberry.

We're in the woods.

So let's just say we do find a body out
here like the psychic said.

How do you know the psychic can't put it
there?

First of all, the body's from
an 80-year-old cold case,

and Justice Brown is about
45, so he wasn't even born yet.

He's seven out of seven on his prediction
since working with us.

Seven out of seven.

Well, maybe he killed those seven out of
seven.

And the body isn't from 80 years ago.

It was from four, five, six years ago.

Unholy shit.

Lester!

I found the Muppet.

That's a puppet.

What's the difference?

There's no difference.

Then why in the fuck would you correct me
on whether it's a Muppet or a Puppet?

Because it's not a Muppet.

They're both puppets.

But Muppets are what Jim Henson called his
puppets back in the 50s.

It's like his trademark or some shit.

He's right.

Let's say you got two dogs and one's a
collie and one's not.

They're all dogs.

One's just a collie.

I'm so glad you two are here to enlighten
me.

Brown said the body would be near the
puppet.

Here's a puppet.

And he was right.

Eight out of eight.

First, Mr. Brown, we want to thank you for
being...

And I'm sorry that your
computer is not working, but I will

try to walk you through
getting it back up and running.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

Bad choice of words.

Bad choice of words.

The computer is working.

It is working.

It turns on, turns off.

It does everything in between.

It's working.

It's just a little sluggish.

It's a little slow.

Right now it's like... Sounds like... When
it should be like... I don't know what...

You get what I mean?

One was fast and one was not.

All right.

Okay with your permission, sir.

There are a few things that I want to try.

Some basic process of
elimination... Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

I dealt with that.

I did a couple of things.

Just to save some time.

I defragged the drives.

I did the disk check clean up thing.

I removed the startup programs.

Checked default power settings.

Checked the performance options.

And I got to say that was a lot of options
on that.

Something...

What's that?

Sir, I have to go.

You have to go?

I have to go.

Go check on something that we're doing?

I'm leaving, sir.

You're leaving?

Leaving leaving?

There aren't variations of leaving,
sir.

What do you mean?

We're in the middle of troubleshooting my
issue here.

You're leaving?

Is that CompuFolks common practice?

To leave in the middle
of a... This guy hung up.

I don't believe it.

In all my years... Who hangs up in
the middle of a customer service call?

That's... In all
my years I never...

No, Joe.

I forgot about you, Joe.

Hello, we're back from commercial break.

If you're tuned in, this is the Zachary
Thackery podcast.

I wanted to address an issue that recently
occurred.

I had a woman on the
show a few weeks ago who

said that she witnessed a
UFO in her neighborhood.

And I got called on the carpet by my
listeners.

Joe.

You're gonna have to do this some other
time.

It's almost noon, man.

You're gonna have to just come back some
other time.

Actually, I'm already done now.

You have a salt-fation build-up on your
battery place.

A salt-fation build-up on my...
You know, I know something.

Joe, you gotta... You gotta go.

I have a session at noon, man.

You know that.

You doing that today?

Sorry.

You gonna go inside on a nice day like
today and talk to dead people?

I do it every day, Joe.

So yeah, I'm doing that today.

I always wanted to ask you.

Why noon?

Does that time serve some type of
significance for the ghosts?

I mean, I would think they
would want to pull something a

little more creepy like, I don't
know, midnight or some shit.

It's not the Rocky Horror Picture Show,
Joe.

They prefer noon.

I don't know why.

Can we just...

I'll get the door.

I appreciate you fixing the thing.

Don't forget about your coin right there.

I'll get that.

Let me ask.

What happens if you can't make noon?

I mean, there's a hurricane, a fire,
or maybe you have jury duty.

Or maybe you wake up one day and you say
enough with the headaches, enough with the

nosebleeds, enough with all the ghosts
already.

What happens then?

What happens then is all those people who
were murdered and never got justice and

somehow managed to break
down the fourth wall and

sought me out for help to
remain unheard, unvested.

Look, Joe, the headaches, the bloody nose
and all that stuff is temporary.

It goes away.

But the restlessness of a wandering,
wrong soul, it doesn't.

And that's a help.

That's a good point.

Detective Sugar Shack.

You found him.

You were the psychic justice, you tell me.

Well, that wasn't a question.

I'm telling you, you found him.

Just like you found all the others.

And once again, man, I'm not a psychic.

I told you I don't...

mediumistic communicator.

Spirit me.

I looked into it.

You know the Chinese have got a word for
that shit?

Tongji.

They got another one, too.

Tongji.

Tongji, yeah, I know, man.

Can we just get back to the subject?

That hand, please?

What was the condition of the body?

I hope for your sake it wasn't like that
last one.

That canny dies.

You said our face was covered in some type
of weird mold.

Thank you for the reminder of the gory
details.

This one's fine.

Skeletal.

No eyes looking back at me.

Anyway, we'll take it from here,
Justice.

Justice?

What?

Is that Justice you're talking to?

Yes, this is Justice.

Tell him I said hey.

I'm not doing well.

No, it's okay, sugar shag.

I heard him.

Tell him I said hey back.

Yeah, right after I find a unicorn.

Look, Justice, I don't
have to tell you what's

going to happen next
because there was a body here.

And you're about to
be bombarded with a lot

of questions and a lot
of naysayers as usual.

Yeah.

Yeah, and as usual, I'll deal with it.

Chioma Abimbola.

To let go of this surprise.

Hello.

Hello, Justice.

I thought I was persona non grata with
you.

It's been a few months now since we
talked.

Thanks to you.

It's been a few months since we talked and
I was wondering in that time.

Did you find Jesus?

Did I find Jesus?

Yeah.

Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did find
Jesus, Chioma.

I found him at a car mechanic shop on
Arthur Street.

He was working on a 1978 Buick Skylark.

I thought that was kind of beneath him
but, you know, walking on water.

You know, I should have known.

I should have known you'd make a big
blasphemous joke of it.

You haven't changed at all.

In two months?

No, no, Chioma, I haven't changed.

You're hopeless.

Frigid, inside.

A hopeless sinner on your way straight to
hell.

If I'm going to hell, Chioma saw you.

What's that supposed to mean?

What it means is, Chioma, you're a
hypocrite with a double standard.

You think because you
go to church two Sundays

in the month that makes
you Agnes Ganja Boyajio?

What?

Agnes Ganja Boyajio.

That's Mother Teresa's real name.

You see, I knew that.

You didn't.

Ms. Religious.

I didn't know Mother Teresa's real name.

That makes me a hypocrite.

And what exactly is my hypocrisy?

Justice.

No, having sex with me out of wedlock
makes you a hypocrite.

No fun occasion, remember?

Isn't that one of the Ten Commandments or
something?

Thou shalt not get it on?

Only a servant of Satan would be so
blasphemous.

So you're willing to banish that one little
that one little tidbit for your desires.

Then you wake up the next morning push the
reboot button and start fresh.

You go to work, you talk about God.

You go to church, you talk about God.

And you talk loud and clear so that
everybody, including God can hear.

Just in case he does exist.

So next time you feel the need to call and
talk to me about heaven and hell,

Chioma, you make damn sure
you have a lot more to bring

to the table than you going
to church twice a month.

I talk to dead people, Chioma.

I talk to the dead.

In my book that puts me a lot closer to
God than you'll ever be.

So if you'll excuse me, Chioma,
I have a real conversation to get to.

Ah.

Before

we get into it, I'm Justice Brown,
FBI paranormal division.

Alright.

Let's get into it.

So are we going to do this or what?

Look, I know you're there.

I can feel the soul.

You don't have to worry.

You're home friends.

All these people are just like you.

So I'm going to need your name and your
residence at the time of your death.

Alright.

Look, how long is this going to last?

Before we get disconnected, so can you?

My name is Alice Hall.

Alright.

Alice...

Hall... Bar Harbor, Maine.

Bar Harbor, Maine.

Alright.

What can I do for you?

Alice Hall from Bar Harbor, Maine?

Why are you talking like that?

Why am I talking like what?

Like some sort of game show host.

Look, Alice, I've been doing this a long
time.

I can show you there's no game.

Am I telling you?

It's my tone.

Do you know why you're here, Alice?

Yeah, I know why I'm here.

Ok.

Good, good.

Um, so before you tell me what happened,
I'm going to need to give you the name of

the person responsible for the
circumstances that terminated your life.

The circumstances that terminated my
existence?

Yeah.

That's a very mild way of putting it.

You make it sound like my light bulb
wasn't paid, so my lights were turned on.

Or some parking tickets weren't paid,
so my car was towed.

I was murdered, Mr. Brown.

My existence wasn't terminated.

I didn't pass away, and I wasn't called
home to glory.

I was murdered.

I try not to use words like killed and
murdered.

That's just me trying to lessen the blow.

There is no blow to lessen, Mr. Brown.

I'm already dead.

And the miscreant, the savage who made me
this way, I now know to be Augie Doggett.

Augie Doggett?

Augie, is that, uh, two Gs?

Doggett?

Two Ts?

Or Augie one G Doggett?

Two G, then you're out for your own.

Excuse me for a second, Alice,
I want to go and, um, sit down over there.

You've had quite a punch, Alice.

Did you know this guy, Doggett?

No, I didn't know him.

What happened to you, Alice?

I was a member of the Mighty Miss
gymnasium and spa.

I would go to work
out after I got off from

my nursing job at
the hospital at 11 PM.

I preferred that time because there would
only be about two or three people there,

so I didn't have to wait to use the
equipment.

I always worked out for about 30 minutes.

That night was no different.

When I was done and
went out to the parking

lot, there was a blue
van parked next to my car.

I thought it belonged to one of the two
people still inside the gym.

I was wrong.

As I was about to get into my car,
the door to the van slid open.

Doggett grabbed me from behind and put me
in a choke hold.

He pulled me inside the van, then closed
it.

I passed out.

He tied me up, then just off.

I went in and out of consciousness as he
drove.

When I finally woke up, I was in a garage
still inside the van.

Doggett put my clothes
in a black plastic bag

and put the bag in a
hole in the garage wall.

Then he looked over at me, tied up in the
van, and got to it.

When he was done, he
strangled me, then drove out to

Lamoga National Park and
buried me by Parkway Mountain.

I'm still there.

Thank you, Mr. Brown.

Thank you for listening.

Ugh.

Um... Let me ask
you something, Alice.

Does this orgy doggett guy ever come by
and visit the grave or...

anything strange and weird like that?

Freaky?

Alice.

Alice.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I guess you're going.

Alright.

Don't worry.

I cut down every word.

I'm gonna turn this in.

I'm gonna find you.

Alright?

I'm gonna get this doggett guy.

Alright.

Alright.

You forget something, Alice?

My name is Alice.

It's Karen Aquila.

What?

I'm sorry.

I thought you were... I thought
you were somebody else.

I never had two murder victims
back-to-back before.

Sorry I called you a murder victim.

What should you have called me?

A murder victim is accessing what I know.

I'm Justice Brown.

FBI paranormal division.

If you can...

Why don't you say your name once again?

Karen Aquila.

I'll just transfer your information onto
your own personal book later.

Okay.

What was your address at the time you were
killed?

Sorry.

Another man.

What is the name of the person or persons
responsible for your demise?

The person responsible for murdering me is
a man named Bobby Doggett.

It was the same name.

You said it's the same name.

I don't understand.

Oh, um... There's a woman.

Alice Hall.

I talked to her right before talking to
you.

She said she was killed by a guy named
Augie Doggett.

Augie, Doctor, what are those?

The same name.

The same guy.

Do you know?

Did you know him?

No.

What about Alice Hall?

I didn't.

No.

I'm just trying to piece together some
kind of...

Have you ever been to Ball Harbor,
Maine?

Mostly just passing.

At least until now.

Meaning, I'm there now.

And how far is that from Seal Cove,
Maine?

About 20 minutes.

20 minutes?

Alright.

Okay.

Karina,

what happened to you?

What was your final moment?

I went shopping for groceries.

When I was done, I went out
to the parking lot and as I was

placing the groceries in the trunk,
a blue van drove up behind me.

Bumped my shopping cart.

Augie Doggett got out the van, grabbed
me from behind and took me to the van.

Choked me out.

I thought he had killed me.

I mean, he did eventually but I thought he
had killed me.

Until I awakened in this van in a garage.

Naked.

Hold this.

Alright.

Go ahead.

Whatever he was going to do to me he had
already done it.

And now he was wrapping things up.

He had rolled my clothes up
and put them in a plastic bag

that moved the bag in a gaping
hole in the wall in the garage.

Then he turned and looked at me.

A piercing look.

I knew what it meant.

He rushed over to the van and proceeded to
strangle me with a makeshift gun out that

was already positioned around my neck when
I awakened.

He laid me to me so fast.

There was no time for anything.

No time to scream
or to reflect or to get

in one last breath
before he typed under me.

I was then placed in a huge black garbage
bag.

He drove to the aforementioned park
harbor.

Then buried me in the Lamboga National Park
near Parkman Mountain where I remain today.

Corina.

Corina.

Yeah, Joe?

Just want to make sure you're done with
your seance.

Yeah, I'm done.

Just want to make
sure you didn't have an

aneurysm or a stroke from
one of your nosebleeds.

Um... No.

No, not this time.

I had two apparitions today, Joe.

Two.

Back to back.

One immediately after the other.

Two.

You never mentioned having two back to
back before.

That's because I never had two before.

And listen to this.

They both were killed by the same person.

Some guy named Argy Dargan.

Now see, I don't like that.

Two in one day?

What if the Osmond brothers were killed?

Or the Mormon Tabernacle choir?

I guess they'd be contacting you next.

Haven't these people ever heard of them?

Joel Osteen or T.D.

Jakes?

Why don't they contact them?

Don't they get paid to do that stuff?

You better call Joe.

You better let a call come in.

I'm Justice Powell.

Justice Brown.

I have to be high.

I'm a novel.

Detective.

Who am I talking to?

I am Massimo Bana.

Okay.

I'm running out of blood.

Massimo Bana.

Okay, Massimo Bana.

What was your address at the time?

On your demise.

I decided at 14-0 to style a place in Bar
Harbor, Maine.

Bar Harbor, Maine.

Okay.

Now for the $1,000 question, Miss Bana.

Who killed you?

It was a complete stranger.

It was a man named O.K.

Duncan.

O .K.

Jesus Christ.

Is this guy asleep?

Excuse me.

Nothing.

Just... Okay, Miss Bana.

I am Mrs. Bana.

Mrs. Bana.

What's your story?

It's a short one I can assure you.

One that starts with me
having to go to the agent

machine at the local
Jefferson Oak stick bank.

I went there to get cash
because my husband emptied our

emergency cash box to purchase
some kind of kit for his AT.

Sounds like a very common...

Peter Pan complex.

Peter Pan?

No.

Because at least Peter Pan can do
something productive, like fly or fight.

My husband was more like Beaver Cleaver.

He was completely irresponsible and in it.

And just when I would get the
cash box back up to a decent

amount, he would go in and
take out half or one third of it.

In this case, all of it.

He was an asshole.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey.

Did you be talking like that?

Isn't that worried?

What do you mean?

Asshole?

Come on.

I am allowed to speak honestly.

So, if I honestly feel
that my husband is an

asshole, then yes, I
am allowed to say that.

Well, I'm definitely not going to ask you
how you feel about Auggie.

Asshole.

Look, let me just get back on track here.

Just stay on track.

I don't want you to get in trouble with
the cars or whoever is trying to show you.

There is not much track left to get back
on.

The whole thing happened so fast.

I left my car running when I went to the
ATM machine.

Before I knew it, I was
put in a choke hold by

this Auggie docket and
dragged to a blue one.

While I was about to pass out from the
choke hold, I remember thinking,

I left my car running.

Then everything went completely black.

I was out like the lights in Georgia.

What?

Wait, wait.

I'm cramping up.

When I opened my eyes,
when I woke up, the first

thing I saw was a
baseball clock on the wall.

A baseball clock?

Yes, the clock was designed like a
baseball.

The minute and the hour hands were shaped
like baseball bats.

What about the second hand?

The second hand was just a second hand.

It had nothing to do with baseball.

Nine hours had gone by since this man
abducted me.

I felt like I was drugged.

How did it mean?

Disorienting.

When I averted my eyes
from the clock, the first

thing I saw was a naked
body in front of me.

It took me 30 seconds before I realized
that naked body was mine.

And just as it occurred to me
that Auggie docket was nowhere

in sight, something started
tightening around my neck.

It was Auggie docket behind me.

He was dragging me.

And this wasn't a straggling to something
tough of straggling.

This time he meant business.

This time he killed me.

And now I lay buried in a
makeshift grave in Kambuga

National Park near Parkland
Mountain in Bar Harbor Bay.

The grave is near the tree marked with red
paint at the base of its trunk.

Tree with red paint.

It's good.

It's good to know.

It minimizes the digging areas.

It's good.

Okay, what else?

This panel.

Well, I guess that's it.

I guess we're all done.

I mean, I hope.

I don't I don't think I've taken another
apparition.

So I'm gonna just vamos.

Alright.

I'm gonna take care of this.

It's okay with you guys.

I'd like to stay a little longer.

Just in case.

So is this it?

Is this everything?

Did I leave anything out?

I got all that from my notes that I got
from the paper.

Anything more detailed?

I don't know.

I didn't read it.

What do you mean you didn't read it?

Man, you've been staring at it for 27
minutes.

What do you mean you didn't read it?

I'm glassed over.

What's the story?

Three women.

All from Maine.

All strangers.

All abducted, raped and killed in the same
manner by the same guy.

A guy named Augie Doggett.

Also a stranger.

After he kills them, he buries them at
Lombago National Park.

Why there, you ask?

Convenient.

He works there.

As a ranger.

So what's a realistic timeline?

Like usual, I'll turn it into the chief
today.

He'll probably look it over.

Then he'll call the main police.

Probably in a day.

If it's early enough, they'll have to
check it out.

Probably in a day.

Right.

But they're not going to just go out there
and start digging up a place with shovels.

I know that.

It's a homicide scene.

They're going to go
out there and take their

time trying to preserve
every possible evidence.

And when they do find
something, they're not going

to stop what they're doing
and notify Chief Cornia.

They're going to notify him when they
notify him.

So late tomorrow.

Late tomorrow.

A phone one.

I'll just piss later.

And it all checked out.

Bargo police found the
bodies of all three women

buried at Lombago National
Park, just like you said.

Good.

I mean, I don't mean good, good,
but... Yeah, I know what you mean.

I know what you mean.

What about the killer?

Augie-doggie.

Our detectives went to pick him up for
questioning, but he wasn't home.

Well, Roger, he's definitely not here.

His neighbor said he left early this
morning.

So what do you think?

Clear the cause outside and leave a few
guys here?

You know, I'm nabbing when he comes back.

Nah, he ain't coming back.

You sound sure.

Just about as sure as I am that my ex-wife
is dating a Taiwanese woman.

Look at that spread over there.

Alright, I'm heading out, guys.

Eleven biscuits on a plate.

A very large container of milk.

So he likes biscuits.

So what?

Actually, I'd say he loves biscuits,
considering he's got nine more boxes of

this stuff in his fridge.

He's eating one half of one biscuit.

I don't think he's touched that milk.

Intriguing.

So why the one and done then?

Got a call from his answering machine from
a woman who wonders if he's heard the news

that they found three bodies in that park
where he works.

He was spooked.

Got the hell out of Dodge.

So, you think he's on the run?

No, I don't think he's on the run.

He's on the run.

Airports, train, and bus stations were
notified to be on the lookout for Doggin.

So far, nothing.

No, he's not heading to any airports or
stations right now.

He's way too hot.

True, he'll probably drive away and pull
over at some low-cost hostel somewhere.

In his mind, he's probably too hot for
even that.

No, it'll probably be rest stops and back
alleys right now.

Yep.

While the family's notified?

Yep.

And as it turns out, Harold Hall,
the father of one of the victims,

Alice Hall, worked at the park with Doggin
for about two months.

Then he left to start his own security
business.

Yeah, but... Alice said
she didn't know Doggin.

None of them did.

Well, according to the records,
Mr. Hall once loaned his daughter's truck

for a few days while her car was in the
shop and she drove him to and from work to

the park until she got her car back.

Now Doggin could have seen her during that
time.

Right.

And decided to add her to his to-do list.

Yeah, now Mr. Hall added Auggie Doggin to
his to-do list.

After the detective was told
by Doggin, being a person

of interest, he stormed
out of the house in a rage.

His wife hasn't seen him in two days.

Which means... Either he found Doggin, killed
Doggin, or... Auggie Doggin killed him.

Over the next three days I went back to
business as usual.

Back to the usual one-on-one sessions.

Then on day four it returned to the
unusual.

You have the floor, sir.

On this case.

The ceiling.

Now... One second.

I

didn't think you were here for the couple
news.

You can stop by giving me your name,
sir.

My name is Auggie Doggin.

Auggie Doggin.

Yes.

Guess Mr. Hall, I'll follow you.

I was murdered by a man named...
I won't be needing this Doggin.

I know exactly who you are.

I know exactly who killed you.

A man named Harold Hall.

And I know why.

Because you're a killer of women.

How do you feel, Doggin, huh?

Knowing that your life was about to be
snatched away from you?

I hope you felt what they felt.

I hope you were afraid and I hope you
suffered just like they did.

What is this?

You're not here to pass judgement on me.

You're here to bring me justice.

I'm the victim.

Ha!

I'm the one that was tied up, tortured and
shot in the head.

And buried in a shallow grave in a void
beyond your house.

There you will stay, Auggie Doggin.

You're a piece of...

There you will stay.

Your soul will be granted no peace from
me.

Why are you talking to me like that?

Why was I sent here to you?

Because I'm the only person on the entire
planet that can hear you.

Help you.

But God forgive me because I'm not saying
anything to anybody but Harold Hall,

your death, or wherever you are now.

For what you did to those three women,
I hope you never find peace.

Ever.

You have to tell what happened to me.

What Harold Hall did to me.

You can't just leave me where I am in this
cool place.

In Purgatory.

You're obligated to tell someone.

You hear me?

You have to tell them.

You have to.

You have to.

I'm sorry, but the person you're trying to
reach is no longer available.

So please...

rot in hell, Auggie Doggett.

Hey Zach, when did your show become a
forum for alien enthusiasts and UFO

conspiracy theorists?

Somebody started a
topic about alien beings

a few weeks ago that
has not yet resolved.

I'm sure I remember.

And just when I thought
I'd be putting to bed a new,

intriguing expansion on the
topic of whatever I'm doing.

You can put it to bed and we're never
going to shut that down.

Visitors from another planet?

No.

The current one being,
why do people assume

alien beings would be
smarter than humans?

Look at our track record.

Our track record?

What man has accomplished in creation?

Oh yeah, yeah.

Man created airplanes, man created
telephones, man created cruise ships and

microwave ovens, pencil sharpeners and
dust pans.

Dust pans?

How'd that get in there?

I was with you on the first four or so.

Dust pans!

Oh, and if you need even more evidence of
how smart man is over alien beings,

man created alien beings.

That's right.

They were created by man.

They don't exist.

Wait a minute.

You don't believe?

Didn't you tell that woman who believed in
extraterrestrials?

We were talking about UFOs, not ET.

I said UFOs.

Agent Brown, this must have been extremely
difficult as a child dealing with this.

I mean, is this something that you were
teased about by their children?

Well, actually, they didn't know.

A couple of the kids at school,
they lived in the area and they would see

cops every now and then or ambulance or
whatever.

But they didn't know.

And my parents there, everybody kept it
kind of hush-hush.

I don't know.

I would just ignore them when they'd get
to school.

They'd say, what happened to you?

I was just kind of just playing it off.

I didn't have any friends anyway,
so I didn't care.

So, it was kind of tough.

I'm sure it was.

I'm sure it was.

On the subject of your parents,
how did your parents respond when you

first told them that you can hear dead
people?

Well, the prevailing word was nightmares.

They thought I kept having nightmares.

That's how they just brushed it off.

But, at some point, I was getting the same
nosebleeds that I get now.

I was getting them then.

So they knew it had to be something to
what I was saying.

And once the body started turning up,
then that's when when other people were

acknowledging it, they started to
acknowledge it.

So that's how that went.

You've mentioned nosebleeds.

You get nosebleeds?

Oh yeah, yeah.

After each, what's the word I may never put
a word on it, but I'm going to say seance.

Each encounter with one of the victims.

It's such a turbulence to it, man.

I can't describe it, but yeah.

I get nosebleeds.

And what about the rest of your family?

Siblings, aunts, uncles?

How did your family handle...

Was this something that was talked about
at Thanksgiving dinner?

No, no, like I said earlier, they kept it
hush-hush.

My cousin Joe was the only one that I
could confide in.

I don't know if he was just hearing me as
a kid, but he seemed to believe me.

He was the only one who seemed to believe
me and didn't ridicule it or didn't thumb

his nose up at it or something,
but he was the only one.

And everybody else was
just kind of like almost

embarrassed, but or scared
for what I was becoming.

I don't know.

Well, it must have been
very comforting for you to at

least have one of your
relatives to... Oh, yeah, yeah.

...that you can go back on and talk to
about some of these things.

He was like my
brother, and he still lives

today, so yeah, I mean,
he was he was there.

I mean, even when the bullies were
starting to mess with me and tease me,

once they found out he was related,
oh, that stuff stopped.

Wow.

Yeah, it was good having him around,
definitely.

And he's a cop
now, so... Very...

So, what about a social life?

Do you have a lot of friends now?

You mentioned you didn't have many growing
up, but do you have friends now?

Maybe someone special in your life?

I did.

But most of the girls
knew my reputation and

they thought I was like
possessed or something.

Well, you know, they didn't want anything
to do with that, so it was like...

Not the easiest thing to bring up?

No, no, no.

By the way, I talked to dead people.

Obviously.

But I had a social life.

I would just say it didn't work out.

That's it.

Now, you said that these apparitions
always appear in the same room.

I believe you said it was the bathroom,
correct?

Right, right.

Was that the same situation when you would
hear those voices as a child as well?

No, it was a different house then,
but no, it was mostly my bedroom.

And it wasn't always noon then.

As a kid, it wasn't always noon.

Then it started...

I don't know if they were
trying to make it convenient for

me or the apparitions or what,
but it was always my bedroom.

at the beginning, it could be anytime.

It could be 2 a.m.

in the morning.

It could be 4.30 in the afternoon.

It would hit me whenever.

But then it started turning down to noon.

Like I said, I think they appreciated it
all, but I was doing some.

They made it convenient for me.

But it was my bedroom when I was a kid.

Really, the last question
that I can think of is is that a

pack of shirts in your pocket
or are you happy to see me?

Both!

Both, Danny!

That's all the questions.

Alright, thank you, sir.

Pleasure being on your show.

Thank you.

Really enjoyed it.

Thank you very much for joining us
tonight.

We will be back next week for another
episode of The Real Paranormal.

I'm Danny Early.

I forgot your name, Danny.

Good night.

Good night.