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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.