How you doing, guys? So I'm here today to talk about verifying your OpenStack Cloud with Rally and Tempest. A little introduction. I'm Dave Patterson, senior software engineer with Dell. Originally, I started in OpenStack working on the Crowbar project. I don't know if you guys are familiar with that project. It was one of the first OpenStack deployers. We've been contributing to Tempest and Rally projects since about Juneau. So I'm still pretty new at actually submitting stuff upstream. One of the keys to any OpenStack solution, including ours, is the ability to verify the deployed solution's bits function properly on the defined reference architecture. Typically, this involves a manually scripted smoke test, running the Tempest suite and analyzing the results, and comparing the test results between different stamps and previous release results. Originally, Tempest's primary use case was a gating mechanism at OpenStack CI. So when you try to submit some code to upstream repository, Tempest runs against your code. And if it fails, you were rejected immediately and need to figure out why it was failed. The current trend in Tempest is being more and more used out in the field as a verification tool. So you have a reference architecture. You deploy OpenStack to it and run Tempest against it and see what passes and what fails. One of my goals has been to improve the usability of Tempest and Rally. So the verification use case is simple and safe to your cloud. In the near future, automated performance and scalability testing were more prominent in my team's objectives, which will leverage the benchmarking features in Rally. However, this talk is just about verification side of Rally. A little bit of background. OpenStack integration test suite is what Tempest is. It's a battery of tests for OpenStack API validation, scenarios, and other specific tests useful in validating an OpenStack deployment. Tempest is an important part of the DevStack gate job in the OpenStack CI. You can check out this link here. It talks about the DevStack gate. Beyond verification, Tempest results are also a part of DevStack and DevCore certification process. So right now, if you want to get the OpenStack stamp of approval, you have to deploy DevStack and run it against your cloud and submit the results to DevCore. And if you pass, you'll get the certification. Tempest right now is used for that. I heard today, actually, that there may be something else used for verification as well, but right now Tempest is the only verification tool they're using. The keys to Tempest is it can run against any cloud, be it DevStack or 1,000 node cluster for verifying functionality. It strives for coverage on all OpenStack features. And coverage is a constant work in progress. As new features are added, you constantly have to write new tests to provide coverage. Another goal is that Tempest attempts to clean up after itself, but that's easier said than done. And just of note, an important recent directive is that Tempest is trying to get everybody to take over their own tests. So for instance, I believe Nova has completed this, where all of the tests are no longer in the Tempest tree, and you're going to be in the Nova tree. And as time goes on, you're going to see that pattern go on. So if you're starting a new project, you're going to have to own your own Tempest integration tests. It is a basic high-level architecture of Tempest. This is a little stale. I typed this off the internet, and I think it's getting a little bit stale, but it's a basic overview of how Tempest works. And now a little background on Rally. Rally is a tool with a central database that stores various test results from the verification and benchmarking subsystems, can be configured to test any number of OpenStack deployments. Rally is made up of four main services for the central database repository, and OpenStack deployment engine, which leverages DevStack or fuel to simplify deployment. I haven't used that functionality yet. We've already had a cloud, so I don't have to worry about deploying it. Benchmarking and profiling engine allows you to create parameterized load on the cloud based on a large repository of benchmarks. The verification engine, which is using Tempest as the verifier. It's possible that there will be other OpenStack verification frameworks down the road, but right now, Tempest is the only one. But there is a layer of abstraction there that somebody else could come up with some verification tool, and it could go into Rally. And lastly is a reporting service for being able to view and output all the stuff that you have run. And a basic high-level architecture of Rally. You can see the four main services, Rally Database. So why use Rally to run Tempest? You can download the bits of Tempest and install it and run it on your own. What you run into is some complications right away, especially if you're supporting more than one deployment, like we do at Dell. So for every OpenStack deployment you wish to verify, you need to configure Tempest to test it. And Tempest only supports a single deployment at a time out of the box. To test a different deployment, you have to reconfigure Tempest and save off the configuration file somewhere. And there are currently 278 configuration parameters available in Tempest. So configuration can be a bear. It's kind of a daunting task. Tempest doesn't have a central repository to store the results across multiple clouds. So when you execute Tempest, all the test results go into test repository. And that's pretty much so the end of the story. So if you want to compare them to other results, you have to get the other repository and you have to be able to parse the files in there, which are in subunit format. And again, it's not an easy thing. Tempest has no built-in functionality for comparing test results. And Tempest doesn't have any reporting capabilities built into it. What Rally brings to the table, very easy to deploy and configure, takes like 10 minutes to deploy Rally, can support any of number of OpenStack deployments, stores the deployment information and verification test results in a central database repository. This is good because the test results are available forever in the database. Database can be backed up, can be merged with another database. So there are a lot of really good things for having a back-end persistence for your test results. The results from multiple deployments can be compared and analyzed. Rally has built-in reporting features for viewing and comparing results in a variety of formats, HTML, CSV, I think there might be JSON as well. And plus, there's benchmarking and scalability testing, which I don't really touch in this talk. And I don't have a lot of experience here yet, but I will be shortly. So what I'm going to talk about as far as my demonstration objectives is to install Rally, configure Rally to talk to my OpenStack deployments, and just a little bit about my setup. I have, let's see, where is VMware? So I have three instances, three Fedora instances, two running DevStack for my cloud. So I have two clouds. And then I have a Rally server running on another Fedora instance. So you can get the kind of architecture I was using for the demo. Installing Rally is pretty simple. You just clone the repository, sudo Rally install Rally SH, and it all happens. That's pretty simple. To configure Rally for an existing OpenStack deployment, the easiest way I found is to log into the cloud and I have that up here. Yep.  You log into the cloud, go to access and security, API access, and then download this RC file. This has the credentials you need to log into the administration credentials. It'll also provide you with the Keystone URL. So you download that file, and I create a couple of files in Rally with each of the deployments I'm trying to handle. And then, so here you get the RC file, and you create the RC files on your Rally node, and then you source that file.  Do that for each of your deployments, and they're loaded. Next up, if you want to verify and run Tempest against this deployment, you just do Rally Verify, Start, and specify the deployment, and off it goes. Next, talk about reporting. So once Tempest is complete, you can do a Rally Verify list. We'll show you a list of all of the verifications you've ran. In this case, I ran two, one against each of my deployments. And then you can view them as a HTML file, if you like. So you go Rally Verify results, the ID of the result that you have, specify HTML as the format, and the file you want to pipe it to, and you'll end up with something like this. So this is a result of the Tempest results. Fails are highlighted in red, and you get a stack trace. It's a pretty handy way of viewing your Tempest output. The next is comparing. This is a feature I added to Rally back a few months ago. So you have run two different verifies against two different clouds, and you want to see what the delta is between them. So I specify some similar parameters. I want to see it as HTML and output file. And this bit here is kind of important threshold. If you don't have a high threshold, you'll get a lot of deltas, because timing is one of the deltas you'll get. So I set my threshold to 1,000%. So I only want to get some drastically different timing results in my comparison. So the results of that will give you something like this here. And what this is is the comparison report. It'll give you the type of delta. So for instance, this test was removed in the second run. The value change here was it was failed in the first verification attempt, and it was OK in the second. You can see if there's any new tests that were added since the first verification. And then you can see here where the threshold came into place is some drastically different timing difference. So it's 1,000% or over-different. So you had 100ths of a second here. And then you had, because it was ran OK, and it was a failure here. And I'm guessing it was some kind of timeout if you were to explore it. That's what the comparison report looks like. So from there, another tool I created upstream in Tempest is the ability to clean up after a Tempest run. So when you run Tempest, there's typically quite a bit of cruft left over. So by running this cleanup utility, you can try to restore the deployment to where it was before you did the verification. You can run the tool in Rally, but it takes a little bit of trickery or a little bit of doing to get there. Because when Rally creates a deployment, it installs Tempest to this path here, root.RallyTempest for deployment, and then this is the deployment GUID. Tempest lives in there. So to use the cleanup tool, it's all in there. That's a full Tempest deployment. You have to go in there. And the first thing you've got to do is copy the TempestConf into Etsy. Then you need to install the requirements that the cleanup will require. And then you need to set your Python path to the same path that the Tempest is installed in. So once that's done, you're pretty much so ready to run the cleanup tool. You CD to the command directory under there. And in there is the cleanup tool. So the very first thing you want to do is init the save state, which takes a picture of your cloud before Tempest was run. In this case, we did the init save state after. So you have to clean up a lot of the stuff in there. But that file looks like. So that will create a file called save state.json. And what this basically is is all the stuff that you want to keep and not delete. So it's a white list of objects that you want to keep, objects and tenants. So this stuff will not be touched by the cleanup tool. The next thing you want to do is do a dry run to see what you're actually going to clean up. And that is clean up dry run. And that will create a file dry run.json. And there's a lot of objects in here that's going to clean up. So it's a pretty big JSON file. But I think if I go down the bottom, it's kind of more useful. You see the users and tenants down here that's going to blow away. And you can see they have the test names in them. It's most likely that that test failed. And so the tests cleanup portion didn't work. So this is a bunch of cruft that's actually left behind in this cloud. So once you're satisfied with the dry run, you say, I'm comfortable with deleting all of these objects. You just run clean up without any arguments. And it goes and blows away all of those objects. And you're done. So right now, some future stuff I would like to do around this is currently Raleigh has the responsibility of configuring and running the Tempest tests. These concerns should actually be down at the Tempest level. So there should be a Tempest CLI that Raleigh just calls to do this. So the Tempest CI should have things like Tempest config create, Tempest run with some arguments, and Tempest cleanup with some arguments. And Raleigh shouldn't have to worry about it. It should just be able to call these APIs. And it's not working right that way right now. Raleigh is actually doing that work. So adding these features will not only improve Tempest in general, but will provide a much more loosely coupled integration points for other projects like Raleigh. And another feature I'm working on, which I didn't get to this cycle, is verify import. So if you had Tempest results that were ran just by running Tempest out in the field, you could import them into Raleigh and still use all the Raleigh tooling for comparing the results. So other stuff I'm currently working on is the Tempest CLI. I got partially through this release. And I hope to spend some time on it soon and get that into Liberty. And if anybody's interested in getting involved, please feel free to reach out to me. You can see these two blueprints, the Tempest CLI and Raleigh verification import are two things I'm working on. And I would love to get some assistance there. Here's some more info on where you can find links to Tempest and Tempest documentation, Raleigh, downstream Red Hat configuration script, which is very handy if you're going to deploy Tempest without Raleigh, because it will greatly reduce the complexity for creating your Tempest.conf. So when I have to install Tempest without Raleigh, I always use this tool. Even if I'm using head Tempest, I use this config.tempest, config underscore Tempest.py script. And that's pretty much so it. Do you guys have any questions for me? And if you do, please use the mic, because this is being recorded. Is there any plans to plug this into something like Jenkins so that you can continuously test? Yeah, I'm not sure about that. I'd have to ask Boris. Boris is the leader of the Raleigh team. And I'm not sure that's on the road map. Anybody else? No? I guess that's it.  Thank you.


Okay folks, Larry Pesafrano, mid-afternoon update for TFNN. As Basel Chapman would say, we have a bifurcated market. We've got the Russell and the Dow Jones are up, and the E-mini, S&P and the NASDAQ are both down. I posted a chart here, long-term weekly chart going back over the last couple years in Copper. And as you can see, we are setting right at a 61% retracement up here at 406. The actual number is 407, and that's the exact 618 number. It also is the ABCD structure that you can see here, where you have the ABCD. Now, they call it Dr. Copper because Dr. Copper usually proceeds what's happening in the stock market. If you remember the low we were looking at here last October, there was the low right there on the end of October, right there. And if you looked at this on an ABCD structure, let's just draw it in so folks can see the ABCD. This is a beautiful, nice ABCD pattern coming in, making a slightly lower low than the previous low. This is a perfect ABCD to the downside. Stay flat pretty much for a month, and then boom, away it went, and here's where we are today. So this is what Dr. Copper is telling us, that the market's been very strong. Maybe this is the reasoning. Maybe you need Copper on all the artificial intelligence stuff that is coming out. But we'll have to wait and see. I listened to someone on Bloomberg today, the CEO of Planetier.  Folks, I understood about seven of the words he was talking about. I didn't understand the subject matter at all. And you know what? I don't bother me at all, because I do one thing really well, and that's ABCD, sometimes not as well as I should. But that's what I look for is ABCD. Now today we have a special guest, Bob Miner is going to be our guest. Bob is a perennial winner of the awards that they have for people that go into these trading programs, just like our friend Steve Rhodes has done one at several times and finished second or so. But he should be very, very proud of that. He's been in the markets for a very long time and he used to come up to the trading house there in Pismo Beach quite a few times when we had Bryce Gilmore coming in who stayed with us for quite a while. So stay with us,<PHONE_NUMBER>.


Ads heard during the podcast that are not in my voice are placed by third-party agencies outside of my control and should not imply an endorsement by Weird Darkness or myself. Stories and content in Weird Darkness can be disturbing for some listeners and is intended for mature audiences only. Parental discretion is strongly advised. Four Days Before H.H. Holmes' Execution on May 7, 1896, the Chicago Chronicle published a lengthy diatribe condemning the multi-murderer, bigamist, seducer, resurrectionist, forger, thief and general swindler as a man without parallel in the annals of crime. Among his many misdeeds the newspaper reported were suffocating victims in a vault, boiling a man in oil and poisoning wealthy women in order to seize their fortunes. Holmes claimed to have killed at least 27 people, most of whom he had lured into a purpose-built murder castle replete with secret passageways, trap doors and soundproof torture rooms. According to the Crime Museum, an intricate system of chutes and elevators enabled Holmes to transport his victims' bodies to the Chicago building's basement, which was purportedly equipped with a dissecting table, stretching rack and crematory. In the killer's own I was born with the devil in me. I could not help the fact that I was a murderer. No more than a poet can help the inspiration to sing. And if anyone is going to stick around after death to haunt people, it's someone who had the devil in him. I'm Darren Marlar and this is Weird Darkness. Welcome, Weirdos. I'm Darren Marlar and this is Weird Darkness. Here you'll find stories of the paranormal, supernatural, legends, lore, the strange and bizarre, crime, conspiracy, mysterious, macabre, unsolved and unexplained. Coming up in this episode. A woman tries to save the soul of her daughter, believing her to be possessed, but her solution to drive out the demon was to murder her daughter using a holy crucifix. 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The modern horror genre is roughly 200 years old and we've been consuming this genre on television for about a hundred years. The stories and characters in television are often inspired by real people. A recent American anthology horror television series, American Horror Story, has drawn inspiration from a variety of notorious American serial killers. The Hotel Cortez and the fifth season American Horror Story Hotel is said to be based on the structure that H.H. Holmes designed for killing and torturing people, also called Murder Castle. One of the most notorious tracts of land in Chicago is the small block along 63rd Street, where H.H. Holmes, America's serial killer, once built his Castle for Murder. When in 1887, Herman W. Mudget, alias H.H. Holmes, was hired as a shopkeeper in a drug store in Chicago's Englewood neighborhood, he'd been officially missing for two years. Still, a very young man, but not quite 30-year-old Holmes had already substantially ruined his life. About a decade earlier, he'd married local girl Clara Lovering and settled down in New York for a time where he worked as a schoolteacher, before hearing the call of higher education. Holmes moved with Clara to Michigan where he began medical school. The couple's time together was brief, however. Holmes sent his young wife, H.H., to her New Hampshire family and soon after he was thrown out of school for stealing cadavers from the college anatomy lab and criminally charged for using them in insurance scams. He then disappeared. A year later, Holmes was hired in Englewood and his boss, a woman by the name of Holden, soon went missing herself. Though family members, friends and fellow business people were alarmed, Holmes explained that Holden had decided to move to California and had sold the business to him. Holmes wasted no time in finding a second wife, ignoring the fact that his pending divorce from Clara Lovering was stuck in the legal system and thus not finalized. His new fiance, Myrtle Belknap, was the daughter of North Shore Big Shot John Belknap. Two years after their wedding, Belknap left Holmes. Their marriage had been an odd one at best. Myrtle lived in Wilmette with her family, while Holmes continued to live on the city's south side. After his second wife's walkout, Holmes began construction of an enormous hotel on the property that he purchased across from the old Holden drugstore. With money from further insurance scams, Holmes raised his Englewood castle to awesome heights. Plans for the hotel, however, resembled a funhouse of some sort. The triple-story wonder contained 60 rooms, trap doors, hidden staircases, windowless chambers, laundry shoots accessed from the floors, and a stairway that led to a precipice overlooking the house's back alley. In only a year, the World's Fair Hotel was completed, and its owner sent out word that many of its plentiful rooms would be available to out-of-town visitors to the Columbian Exposition. And so, the horror began. Detectives and later scholars surmised that a high number of the Fair's attendees met gruesome ends at the hands of Holmes in the hotel that he built as a giant torture chamber. It was later discovered that the building contained walls fitted with blow torches, gassing devices, and other monstrosities. The basement was furnished with a dissecting table and vats of acid and lime. Alarms in his guest room alerted Holmes to escape attempts. Some researchers believe that many were kept prisoner for weeks or even months before being killed by their diabolical innkeeper. Others believe Holmes was not really into killing. It was all for the money. Along with his hotel of horrors, Holmes had other ways of attracting victims. Placing ads in city papers, he offered attractive jobs to attractive young women. Insisting on the top secret nature of the work, the location, and his own identity, he promised good pay for silence. In the competitive world of turn of the century Chicago, there were many takers. Far from satiated, Holmes also advertised for a new wife, luring hopeful and destitute girls with his business stature in securing their trust with what must have been an irresistible charm. After disposing of numerous potential employees and fiancés in his chambers of terror, Holmes decided to seriously find another mate. In 1893, he proposed to many Williams, the daughter of a Texas Realty King. Williams shared Holmes' violent nature and lawless attitude. Soon after they met, Williams killed her sister with a chair. Her understanding, empathic fiancée, dumped the body into Lake Michigan. Yet the two were not to live horrifically ever after. Holmes employees Julia Connor and her daughter Pearl were distraught at the news that their boss would be taking a new wife. Julia had been smitten with Holmes at the expense of her own marriage, and she and Pearl had worked with her employer to pull off a number of his insurance swindles. Not long after objecting to the coming union, Julia and Pearl disappeared. When Julia's husband Ned came calling for them, Holmes told him that his family had moved to another state. In reality, Julia's alarm over Holmes' imminent marriage stemmed not only from mere longing, but from the fact that she was pregnant with his child. Her death was the result of an abortion that Holmes had performed himself. Stuck with Pearl as an annoying witness, he poisoned the child. In 1894, the Holmes' went to Colorado with an Indiana prostitute in tow. Georgiana Yoke had moved to Chicago to start afresh and had answered one of Holmes' marriage ads in a local paper. Introduced as Holmes' cousin, Minnie and Holmes saw the same thing in Yoke, a girl with wealthy parents and a substantial inheritance awaiting her. In Denver, Minnie witnessed her husband's marriage to Yoke, and from there the trio went to Texas, transferred Minnie's property to Holmes, and conducted a few assorted scams. Not long after, the group returned to Chicago, and Minnie and Yoke disappeared. At around the same time, Holmes' secretary, Emeline Segrand, was literally stretched to death in the castle basement along with her visiting fiancé. Finally, in July of 1894, Holmes was arrested for mortgage fraud.  Holmes planned to run a big insurance fraud at the expense of early accomplice Ben Peitzel, who'd served time for one of their swindles while Holmes had walked away. Hoping to eliminate the possibility of Peitzel's squealing on their earlier capers, Holmes planned to get richer by rubbing the man out. With a shyster lawyer in tow, Holmes killed Peitzel in his Philadelphia Patent Shop after taking out an insurance policy on Peitzel's life. When Holmes neglected to pay a share of the winnings to his old cellmate, Marion Hedgepath, who had helped him to plan the swindle, Hedgepath turned in Holmes' name to a St. Louis cop who made sure the tip got to Pinkerton agent Frank Geyer. While Geyer dug up dirt on Holmes, Holmes was digging graves for fresh victims. After Peitzel's death, Holmes had told his widow Carrie that some of Ben's shady dealings had been found out and that he had therefore gone to New York in Cognito. Holmes then took Carrie and the Peitzel children under his dubious care. The family did not know their husband and father was actually dead. While on the road with Georgiana and the remaining Peitzels, Holmes decided to send Carrie back east to stay with her parents. The Peitzel children were left in the hands of Holmes, who first killed Carrie's son Howard in an abandoned Indiana house and then gassed her daughters after locking them in a trunk while the group was staying in Toronto. Next, Holmes returned to his wife Clara and after explaining that he had had amnesia and mistakenly married another woman was somehow forgiven. Whatever devilish plans Holmes had for his first love were thwarted when he was charged with insurance fraud. Holmes pleaded guilty while Frank Geyer searched the castle with police. What they found was astounding. The torture devices, the homemade gas chambers, the shelves of poison and dissection tools, the vats of lime and acid all revealed the true criminality of the man being held for mere fraud. Evidence of the purpose of the grim house was easy to find. A ball of woman's hair was stuffed under the basement stairs. Minnie's watch and dress buttons remained in the furnace. Bits of charred bone littered the incinerator. Through the hot summer of 1895, crews worked to unearth and catalog all of the building's debris. Then in late August, the murder castle burned to the ground in a mysterious fire aided by a series of explosions. A gasoline can verified arson, but no one could tell if it was one of Holmes' many adversaries or the man himself that had done it. Holmes was sentenced to death in Philadelphia where he had killed his old accomplice. On May 7, 1896, he was hanged to the relief of a nation and particularly Chicago, the city that had unknowingly endured the bulk of his insanity. Some claimed that at the moment of his hanging, Holmes cried out that he was the notorious London Butcher, Jack the Ripper. Others swear that when Holmes' neck snapped, a bolt of lightning struck the horizon on the clear spring day. The fact that Holmes remained alive with a broken neck for nearly 15 minutes after the execution fueled the belief that his evil spirit was too strong to die. Rumors of a Holmes curse abounded during the months and years that followed. Dr. William Matten, a forensics expert who had testified against Holmes, soon died of unexplained blood poisoning. Next, Holmes' prison superintendent committed suicide. Then the trial judge and the head coroner were diagnosed with terminal diseases. Not much later, Frank Geyer himself fell mysteriously ill. A priest who had visited Holmes in his holding cell before the execution was found beaten to death in the courtyard of his church and the jury foreman in the trial was mysteriously electrocuted. Strangest of all was an unexplained fire at the office of the insurance company that had in the end done Holmes in. When the entire office was destroyed, untouched was a copy of Holmes' arrest warrant and a packet of photos of Holmes himself. The eerie string of Holmes-related deaths stretched well into the 20th century, ending with the 1910 suicide of former employee Pat Quinlan, who many believed had aided Holmes and his evil enterprises at the murder castle. Those close to Quinlan told reporters that the death had been long and coming. For years, they said, Quinlan had been haunted by his past life with Holmes, plague with insomnia, driven at last to the edge and over. Some still say that it was Holmes himself that had haunted the boy and that the monster of 63rd Street had finally gone away, taking with him the one person who could reveal all the secret horrors of Holmes' brutal heart. While the murder castle is long gone from the Inglewood landscape where H.H. Holmes once walked, this evil spirit seems to inspire the bad seeds scattered in his old neighborhood. While the working class and the woefully poor struggle to make a life here, others continue Holmes' gruesome tradition, carrying out the serial murders and random slayings that have long plagued the South Side Chicago neighborhood and its bordering areas. Those Inglewood residents familiar with the area's dark history may pause at the corner of 63rd and Wallace and wonder about one man's legacy. Shilled by half-remembered rumors and all two real headlines, they may hurry home, looking behind and listening, remembering the old neighborhood and the secrets it keeps. After his capture, Holmes confessed to killing 27 people in his murder castle, only a fraction of which police were able to confirm. Many historians, however, believe his brief claim of killing more than 100 victims was closer to the truth. There are some who believe his victims may have even numbered as many as 200 or more. No excavation of the site was ever done. During the filming of The Hauntings of Chicago for PBS's Chicago station, WYCC, a team interviewed postal employees on staff at the Inglewood branch of the United States Postal Service, which was built directly adjacent to the murder castle property after it was torn down in 1938. Several employees attested to strange goings on in the building, especially in the basement, which some people believe shares a foundational wall of the original castle, which stood on the corner next to the current post office structure. One employee shared a chilling story of hearing a sound in the basement and poking her head around a corner to see if her colleague was there. She called out to her but heard no answer and saw nothing down the hall but a row of chairs lined up against the wall. A minute later, when she returned to the hall, the chairs had all been stacked up on top of each other. Other employees have seen the apparitions of a young woman in the building or on the grassy property where the castle once stood, and the sound of a woman's singing or humming has also been heard in various parts of the current building. Most compelling of all have been the experiences of Holmes' own descendant, Jeff Mudgett, who has visited the site numerous times since discovering the gruesome ancestor in his family line. Attempting to make peace with this dreadful reality of his life, Mudgett wrote the book Bloodstains, a heartfelt journey through his revelations and remembrances, and his hopes to help heal the family lines of his grandfather's victims. Mudgett went on to pursue the truth behind his ancestors' chilling, death row claim that he was London killer Jack the Ripper. The beginnings of his search are documented in the History Channel's miniseries American Ripper, which culminates in the exhumation of Holmes' body from its grave in Holy Cross Cemetery in Lansdowne, Pennsylvania. Jeff Mudgett is not finished with his search for answers from his ancestors' shrouded story. Part of his plans included the exhumation of the Murder Castle site and the placement of a memorial plaque there, where an untold number of victims died during that matchless Chicago year of triumph and tragedy. When Jeff first visited the site of the Murder Castle, employees of the Inglewood Post Office told him of the basement, Don't go down there, it's a terrible haunted place, they said. Mudgett experienced severe physical and emotional effects from the visit. He says, Before I walked down those steps, I was a non-believer, absolutely non. I would have walked into any building in the world. An hour later, when I came out, my whole foundation had changed. I was a believer. When Weird Darkness returns, unsolved mysteries are intriguing simply because they are unsolved. That's why we are so fascinated by stories of people disappearing without a trace.  But first, Tanome is a Japanese urban legend about a blind man who was robbed and murdered. His dying wish? To have his eyes on his hands so he could see. That story is up next. What kind of person does it take to build a civilization from the ground up? Astronaut Nick Burke will have to learn how to be a leader if he wants humanity to survive on a new planet, even if he himself is no longer human. Nick Burke dreams of successfully creating the first sustainable space colony in human history. After a third failed mission on Mars, Nick returns to Earth heartbroken. But during the trip home, he has an epiphany caused by a near-death experience on how to truly accomplish his dream. Nick launches a billionaire-funded startup company that solves the interstellar travel problem, transporting people in a spaceship without any people aboard. After Nick lands on his new, distant planet, he has to combat his greatest trials yet, including raising children and goats while becoming a colony-building survivalist. Fans of Andy Weir's The Martian and Dennis E. Taylor's We Are Legion, We Are Bob, will find familiar themes of innovative science fiction ideas with plenty of humor and pop culture. The hard science fiction novel, Seed, by Matthew G. Dick, narrated by Darren Marlar. Here are a free sample on the audiobooks page at WeirdDarkness.com. There was once a blind old man, and one night he was viciously attacked by a band of robbers. Unable to see and escape or even defend himself, he was left for dead in the middle of a field. Angry, he cried out in frustration, if only I had seen their faces, but my eyes can't see, if only I had eyes on the palms of my hands. This is the origin of tenome. The man lay dying in pure agony and rage. Spirits of people who died in such states are almost always guaranteed to return as vengeful spirits. This man was no exception. He came back as a ghost with eyes on the palms of his hands. He was reborn as a yokai and became tenome, which translates to eyes on hands. Is there only one tenome? That's up for debate. There's a belief that other blind men, robbed and murdered, have also come back as this vengeful spirit. The legend of tenome was first mentioned in Kazuhayaki Yagyo, a book on ghosts, spirits, beasts, and folklore. They look harmless, appearing at first to be an elderly old man who happens to be blind. When approached, he reveals the eyes on the palms of his hands and attacks. The tenome lives on a diet of human bones, freshly taken from their victims. They run fast and have an incredible sense of smell. Tenome wandered through villages, graveyards and open fields at night, hunting for those responsible for their demise. They hold their hands out in front of themselves to see, but since they never saw who attacked them, they kill whoever they come into contact with. There are many tales of tenome. In popular culture, there's the movie Pan's Labyrinth. In that movie, there is a character based on tenome, the Pale Man. Today, however, I'll tell you about one of the most popular tales out there. The Shishijo Kyoto, a young man, was being tested for courage. He entered a graveyard, and there in the shadows he saw what appeared to be an old man. The old man silently approached him, the young man seeing that he had no eyes, assumed he needed help. As the figure got closer and the young man could see him more clearly, he saw that he had eyes on the palms of his hands and was coming after him. The young man took off at a sprint, racing to a nearby temple and begged the priest for sanctuary. The priest hid him inside of a long chest and locked the lid before hiding himself. The tenome entered the temple moments later. The young man could hear him sniffing loudly as though he were a hunting dog. The sniffing got closer and closer until it stopped right next to the chest that he was hiding in.  A long while later, the slurping stopped. All sounds vanished. The priest unlocked and opened the chest to let the young man out. He was not at all prepared for what he saw. Inside the chest lay the young man. However, he was nothing more now than a sack of flesh.  With most missing persons cases, it is fairly easy to surmise that the person most likely vanished for one of four reasons, voluntary exit, foul play, accident or suicide. What makes this following disappearance unusual is that it contains a number of confusing contradictory clues that suggest that any of those four categories is possible. In short, not only do we not know what happened to Hisashi Fujimura, it is impossible to say how he disappeared. Fujimura was a high living playboy of the type that seems somehow quaintly out of date these days. His two favorite pastimes were gambling for very high stakes and beautiful women. And as head of the Ashe Corporation, one of America's largest silk importing houses, he had more than enough money to indulge such expensive pastimes. His wife, a reclusive woman who spoke very little English, was reportedly unaware of his extracurricular activities. The Japanese-born businessman had lived in the United States since 1921. He owned a 50-acre estate in Connecticut where his wife and four children lived, as well as another mansion in Rye, New York and an apartment in New York City. He was a charming, suave, outgoing man who seemed to have been generally well-liked. On August 8, 1931, a 38-year-old Fujimura set out on a six-day pleasure cruise across the Red Star liner, Belgiumland. Accompanying him was his 7-year-old daughter Toshika and a pretty young blonde named Mary Reisner, who had been, to put it discreetly, Fujimura's close companion for the past year. Reisner, who was a showgirl before becoming Fujimura's protege, was listed on the ship's registry as Miss Dale Governus, a cover story that apparently fooled nobody. This cruise was prefaced by a decidedly ominous note. The day before he set sail, Fujimura paid a call on a friend, a plastic surgeon named Joseph Softon. Fujimura commented, You know, doctor, I fear I may never come back from this trip. After Softon sputtered some words of disbelief, the silk merchant replied, I mean it. I own quite a lot of money to some gamblers, and I've learned that they're going to follow me aboard the Belgian land. Reisner later stated that when they went aboard the ship, Fujimura begged her not to let him out of her sight, because there was a certain man aboard, he said. If he truly felt himself to be in such danger, though, it's a mystery why he didn't cancel the voyage and make himself as invisible as possible. Aboard the ship, Fujimura and his daughter occupied state room number 62, while Reisner stayed in number 60, which connected with 62. There are conflicting reports of how Fujimura and his governess got on during the cruise. As far as most of the passengers could tell, the pair seemed happy together. However, an artist named Jan Rivas, who occupied the room next to Reisner's, claimed that he frequently overheard them quarreling. The Belgian land touched briefly at Halifax, then began the journey back to New York. The trip to date had appeared uneventful. On the night of August 13, there was a large party thrown on the liner. Fujimura did not attend. At around 1 a.m., Reisner left his company to join the merry-making. The ship's captain, J. H. Dowdy, saw him at about 2.45 a.m., standing in a small side corridor leading toward his state room. Dowdy heard him talking to someone, but in such low tones, he could not hear what was being said. He also could not see who Fujimura was speaking to. The party broke up at 4 a.m. When Reisner went to her room, she saw that the lights in Fujimura's state room were out and his door was open. She assumed that he was in bed, asleep. The Belgian land was due to dock in New York at 7.30 or 8 a.m. At 6 a.m., they steward, following Fujimura's earlier request, knocked on his door to awaken him. He found little Toshika asleep in her bed, but no sign of the girl's father. Fujimura's bed had not been slept in. Toshika and Merry Reisner both stated they had no idea where he was. When the ship arrived at its pier, it was searched, only to find no sign of Fujimura. Federal agents, as well as the missing man's attorney, Harry Mellick, soon came on board to join the hunt. No clue to his whereabouts could be found. Reisner, who quickly went into hiding in Fujimura's apartment, continued to insist that Fujimura's whereabouts were a complete mystery to her. She denied rumors that there had been a loud commotion in her state room on the night he vanished, although she did admit that Fujimura had been drunk and lonely during much of the cruise, and he had been displeased that she had attended the party without him. An interesting possible clue surfaced when it was learned that one of the missing man's bank accounts had shrunk from $333,414.65 on March 1 of that year to $2.65 on August 8. It was rumored that Fujimura had paid the missing money to blackmailers, but investigators eventually came to the more boring conclusion that he had merely lost all the cash in gambling. In any case, his friends and business associates pointed out that such sums meant little to somebody of Fujimura's great wealth. Meanwhile, Mrs. Fujimura was hit with an additional tragedy. Her youngest child, a three-year-old girl, died of a heart ailment just before the Belgian land returned to New York. Six days later, Mrs. Fujimura gave birth to her fifth child. There was no shortage of theories about what had happened to Fujimura. Assistant U.S. Attorney Edward Aranao believed that Fujimura had been murdered. He claimed to have information that four men, including two extortionists, had been keeping Fujimura under surveillance for some weeks. Aranao went on to suggest that the extortionists had boarded the Belgian land at Halifax and using forged Department of Justice badges, tried blackmailing Fujimura by threatening to prosecute him under the Man Act. When the silk merchant refused to play ball, they tossed him overboard. However, Aranao could produce no proof for this lurid little tale. A week after the Belgian land returned to New York, a taxi driver named Thomas Riley told police that a few hours after the liner docked, a woman and a Japanese girl got into his cab, where he drove them to 56th Street, where they were met by a man. He said the child was Toshika Fujimura, but the woman was not Mary Reisner and the man was not Hisashi Fujimura. Riley added that six days later he saw Hisashi coming out of New York's international house, where he was joined by two men, one of whom was the man who had earlier been with Toshika and the unknown woman. The trio approached Riley's cab. The taxi driver noticed that the two men with Fujimura kept their hands in their pockets, as if they had guns leveled at Hisashi. Fujimura told Riley that he wanted to be driven to Norwalk. After the driver said that he didn't want to make such a long journey, the three men walked away. This strange story was just as unsubstantiated as Aranao's. On September 8, the feds officially closed their investigation into Fujimura's disappearance. U.S. Attorney George Bidaley announced that the government's interest was to determine what evidence, if any, existed to support a belief that Mr. Fujimura was the victim of a murder or that any other crime had been committed on the high seas. A careful survey of all the evidence fails to furnish any such proof. On October 5, an expensive wallet stamped with Fujimura's name was found by a workman in an unoccupied flat in Manhattan. The wallet, unlike the other items in the room, was not covered in dust. The most recent occupant of the apartment was one Pearl Anderson, who had moved out six weeks before. Authorities failed to find Anderson. Police learned the wallet had been given by Fujimura's company at a banquet two years before. The missing man had never used it, just tossed it aside with the rest of his effects, so no one could say how it wound up in a Manhattan flat. This initially intriguing clue, like everything else surrounding this case, went nowhere. In 1938, Hisashi Fujimura was declared legally dead. We'll likely never know if he disappeared as a result of foul play, suicide, an accidental fall over the side of the ship, or simply a desire to disappear and start a new life. Our little mystery ended on a suitably enigmatic note. On December 3, Fujimura's wife and children returned to Japan for good. Before Mrs. Fujimura left New York, reporters asked her if she had anything to say about her husband's disappearance. She did not.  Plus, a terrifying series of paranormal activities invade a family's home in Wales. These stories and more when Weird Darkness returns.  If that feeling transfers to your taste buds as well, I've got some great news for you. Weird Dark Roast Nutty Mummy Coffee. Wrap your taste buds around this medium dark roast blend with shrouds of almond, honey, and chocolate.  Entomb your old coffee and bring your taste buds back from the dead with Weird Dark Roast Nutty Mummy at WeirdDarkness.com slash coffee. That's WeirdDarkness.com slash coffee. In January of 2018, 51-year-old Juanita Gomez was found guilty of first-degree murder. In August of 2016, she brutally killed her 33-year-old daughter Geneva Gomez in Oklahoma City. While there are a number of mothers who have murdered their children, this case has a religious aspect that makes it pretty eerie. Juanita Gomez killed her daughter by shoving a crucifix down her daughter's throat because she believed that her daughter was possessed by Satan. The two got into a violent struggle that Juanita claimed was her attempt at an exorcism. It was so brutal that Geneva died from blunt force trauma caused when Juanita repeatedly punched her. Juanita claims that she was exercising Geneva. The prosecutors believe she was simply attempting to establish an insanity plea. Juanita watched her daughter bleed from the mouth and die, and she showed little remorse for her crimes. These grisly facts surrounding Geneva Gomez's murder are sure to make you cringe. Geneva's death was, of course, brutal. Juanita punched Geneva repeatedly, then shoved her religious medallion and crucifix down her daughter's throat until she began to bleed from her mouth. She was so badly beaten that her ex-boyfriend Francisco Merlos didn't recognize her when he saw the body. Juanita's probable cause affidavit notes how the officers found Geneva's body that day. Officers arrived and found victim Geneva Gomez lying in the home with a large cross slash crucifix upon her chest. Blood was visible, and she had suffered severe trauma around her head and face. Juanita told authorities that she attempted to clean Geneva's body after her death, as well as the room where Geneva's murder took place. She then positioned her dead daughter's body in the shape of a cross on the floor and placed a wooden crucifix over her chest. The assistant district attorney speculates that Juanita purposefully used the religious symbols to make somebody think perhaps she had a mental illness or was insane. When police arrived at the scene of the crime, they immediately observed signs of a physical struggle. Officers noted that Juanita's hands were swollen, her arms were covered in bruises, which she explained were from her daughter's attempts to fight off her exorcism. Juanita Gomez's probable cause affidavit reads, Juanita stated these bruises were from her daughter fighting her attempts to rid Satan from her daughter's body. Juanita claimed that her daughter was possessed by Satan and that she was attempting to perform an exorcism. She told police that the night prior, Geneva spoke in tongues, threatened her, and that her eyes rolled into the back of her head. When Merlos discovered Geneva's body and asked Juanita why she didn't call for help, Merlos said Juanita kept mumbling about the devil and money. On the day of Geneva's brutal death, Francisco Merlos went to her house to apologize and to make up. The couple were slated to marry, but Geneva broke things off a week prior at the behest of her mother. When he arrived at the house, he asked where Geneva was. Juanita pointed him toward the room where she lay dead, and he was met with silence and an eerie light from the television. He said, I was like, where's my girl? And Juanita said, she's in the room. Usually my girl's real happy. She'd say, I'll be right out, baby, or something like that. But it was just the TV going on. There was no sound or anything.  After Merlos found his ex-girlfriend's dead body, he attempted to leave, but the door was locked and Juanita was blocking it. When Merlos tried to get past her, Juanita put him in a headlock in an attempt to keep him inside the house. Fortunately, he was able to escape her grasp, and he ran away. Merlos called 911 and waited for police to arrive. One of the most chilling aspects of this crime is that Juanita Gomez never seemed distraught or even repentant of her crime. Merlos, Geneva's ex-boyfriend who discovered her body, said that Juanita seemed detached and calm. At her first arraignment, Juanita didn't show any signs of regret and instead complained about a lack of toilet paper in her jail cell. While on the witness stand, a homicide detective who investigated the crime noted that Gomez was unnervingly calm and collected. Juanita only wept as she was taken from the court back to the county jail. In the early phases of Juanita Gomez's defense, her team attempted to plead insanity. She was scrutinized by a forensic psychologist who easily saw through her ruse. They noted that Gomez was grossly feigning memory problems to appear incompetent. Her defense team quickly dropped the insanity plea and instead pleaded not guilty to first degree murder with the reasoning that Juanita didn't intend to kill Geneva. Neighbors and friends close to the Gomez's mother and daughter recalled that the two of them were inseparable. They worked together as massage therapists and often went to the beauty salon together to get their hair and nails done at the same time. Geneva's ex-boyfriend described the pair as being his closest sisters. Their bond made the crime even more shocking to those who knew them. Although Juanita Gomez's trial lasted three hours, it only took the jury 20 minutes to come to their conclusion. Not only did they find Gomez guilty in the murder of her daughter, they explicitly recommended that she receive a life sentence without the possibility of parole. The judge who presided over the case agreed. Oklahoma City Assistant District Attorney Suzanne Levin-U said, We think it was a just verdict. It was an incredibly heinous murder. The victim suffered quite a bit before her life was ended. The crime scene was horrific. It was obvious that there had been an extensive struggle all over the house. Sitting along the southwest coast of Wales is the coastal city of Swansea. Officially, the city and county of Swansea, the second largest city in Wales and with a long and rich history. In 1965, 22-year-old Marsha Howells, her husband David, their 3-year-old daughter Beverly and 1-year-old son Gareth and Marsha's grandmother Glendora moved here into an unassuming little home on Rhonda Street. It was just one of many other similar houses in the area, and there seemed to be nothing particularly special about it. It was the kind of home one could walk right on by without ever noticing it, but it would soon prove to be no normal home as a series of terrifying supernatural events began to unfold. It started just three days after they moved in when Marsha and her husband were woken at night by a pressing sensation on their throats, as if something were lightly choking them. David at first thought there was a gas leak somewhere, but an inspection of the house turned up nothing out of the ordinary. They would both experience this for several nights, yet could find no rational explanation for it. After this, they noticed strange things around the house like items turning up where they had no business being, doors that were locked when no one had locked them, sometimes locked from the inside of a room with no one in the room. Doors and windows would also be found open after being closed, and it was all very eerie, but not particularly frightening at this point. However, that would soon change one day, as Marsha was at home with her two children while Dave was at work. She would say of what happened, well, it was about five o'clock in the evening, and I just poured my little girl a cup of tea in my mother's room. I went out back to the kitchen as I came up this bottle came flying towards me, and of course I shut the door to protect myself. I opened it again, and I see this other bottle, so I just picked up the children and ran out of the house. As I ran out, my husband was coming down the street here, and he ran straight in the house, and by the time he got in there, all of the place was turned upside down. This became a recurring incident, with rooms being found with furniture flung about them, and items being strewn across the floor, absolutely ransacked, sometimes found in this state, and on other occasions witnessed by the horrified family. Whatever was behind it would often display vicious behavior, flinging glasses and other objects at people, sometimes with enough force to cause injury or to smash the items. She explains of one such incident, one afternoon I was having tea with my mother in her room, and it was on the Monday, and she said that she had to go across the shop, so I said all right, I said I am going back to my room now to do a bit of work. So as I went out, the children came down the passage behind me, and I opened the door of my room, and I seen a bottle rise off the mantelpiece. I thought I was seeing things.   So she came back, and I told her what had happened, so she said to me, don't be so daft, she said. So she went back into the room, and by that time, all my furniture was upside down. So I waited on the doorstep again until my husband came home from work, and well, we didn't say nothing about it to anybody, we just cleaned up the mess. These messes became an everyday occurrence, with furniture upended, and rooms put into disarray almost immediately after they were cleaned and straightened up. The only room that remained untouched was that of the grandmother, Glendora, although nobody could figure out why this should be. As all of this was going on, at first they didn't tell anyone else about it, but the paranormal activity continued and increased in intensity and they felt something needed to be done. When the entity began turning on the gas stove in the kitchen and barring doors to rooms with their children inside, it was the last straw, and they decided to call the police, who would also have a rather strange experience on the property. Marcia would say, we went on to the kitchen, and my gas stove was all turned up. Well, we didn't hear any sound of anything. Then we went upstairs to go see if the bedrooms were all right, and we couldn't open the bedroom door. So my husband said he thinks that we better call the police. So I told him, I was crying, and I said, we better not call the police, because we couldn't tell them our furniture was flying about by itself. Well, anyway, he called the police and the police had to force the bedroom door to get in. And my big double bed was on top of the baby's cot behind the door. And well, he always used to go to bed in the afternoon, and I don't know why I didn't put him then. And if he had been in there, he would have been killed. By this time, the story of the haunting was hitting the news in a major way, and reporters descended upon the house, sometimes even camping outside. In addition, the area became clogged with curiosity seekers, adding even more stress to the beleaguered Howell's family. One resident would later say of it, it was quite a story. People were talking about, and some people were very nervous. It was a different time, of course, and perhaps people then were more naive, and we know a lot more now. But it caused quite a fuss at the time. Neighbors came to be not only annoyed by all of the unwanted attention and crowds, but also in some cases worried that their houses would be haunted as well. In the meantime, the house was blessed by a priest and investigated by a security officer and paranormal investigator by the name of Harry Holmes, who spent the night at the house but witnessed nothing out of the ordinary and came away skeptical. In the end, the Howells couldn't bear it any longer and moved away, after which the activity seems to have stopped. It's a curious case not only in the sheer violence and intensity of the activity, but also because there's absolutely nothing about the history of the house or the land it is built on that would account for a haunting. No tragedies, no murders or catastrophes, nothing, and none of the neighbors had any problems. So why was this happening at this one house with this normal family? No one really knows, but there are a lot of ideas. One is that this was not a haunting by an outside entity at all, but was rather the result of psychokinetic energy projected by a person. In many poltergeist cases, it's been theorized the activity is caused by latent psychic abilities lashing out from an individual, usually without them even being aware that they're doing it. The usual culprits are children between the ages of 5 and 13, which means that this may have been happening with the Howells' children. Another possible paranormal explanation is that it was a spirit attachment, which means a spirit that has sort of latched onto an item or a person to follow them around. In this scenario, the entity could have been brought to the house from somewhere else as it hitchhiked on the object or person of its attention. It could also have been that a demon was targeting the family for some inscrutable reason, and this is the theory that Marsha embraces, saying it couldn't have been human. The more rational explanation for all of this is that it was all a prank being played by the kids or even an outright hoax. Whatever happened out there, it remains a curious case of frightening supernatural forces and has never been fully explained away. Up next on Weird Darkness, Shrunken Heads. Believe it or not, they're real and some tribal peoples create them even today, from real human heads. But why do it at all?    It's the disturbing true story of the cult called The Group. These stories are up next. Our next Weirdo Watch Party is Saturday, April 13th. Are all the men gathered? All the fools.  Teenage caveman starring Robert Vaughan. There are shadows there deep and cold and dirt that eats men. Did he just say dirt that eats men? There are shadows there deep and cold and dirt that eats men. Yep, I guess so. Mistress Malicious and her Mistress Peace Theatre will keep us entertained throughout the film as we watch this caveman teenager with great hair go into the jungle to fight prehistoric monsters like dogs and an armadillo. Whatever. They're prehistoric creatures. An animal is far more terrible than any you've seen. Our Weirdo Watch Party is always free to watch online, so grab your popcorn, candy and soda and jump into the fun and even get involved in the live chat as we watch the movie. We could make a place to lie down on. Plus, during this Weirdo Watch Party, I'll be giving away a creepy crate to one lucky winner, full of scary surprises like horror collectibles, true crime-themed accessories, books, terrifying trinkets and more, with some weird darkness swag added in. You won't know what's in the creepy crate until you open it. Strengthening his courage, his daring, his dreams. And I'll be giving instructions on how to win the creepy crate inside the chat during the movie, so you have to tune in to win. It's Teenage Caveman, Saturday, April 13th, hosted by Mistress Peace Theatre. The show begins at 10pm Eastern, 9pm Central, 8pm Mountain and 7pm Pacific. You can watch a trailer for the film and watch horror hosts and schlocky B movies anytime, day or night on the Monster Channel page at WeirdDarkness.com. Hope to see you on Saturday, April 13th. When you peel away the layers of normalcy and practicality, this world is actually shrouded in an air of mystery and magic. While magic has been thrown back as a thing of the past, even today there are many fantastical elements that challenge the human intellect. Just as normalcy and practicality exist in this world of ours, so do weird, incredible things. But not every such object is a thing of beauty. In fact, certain objects around us create horror and disbelief in us. One of such things is a shrunken head. Shrunken heads have existed around us for years, and even today certain native tribes continue this ghoulish practice. The purpose behind creating and keeping a shrunken head has fluctuated between magic, sacrifice, trophy, ritual and trade from time to time. We are going to look at a few different purposes behind shrunken heads and also learn how one is made. Shrunken heads are not replicas. They are real, severed, isolated human heads that are prepared in a special way for display at certain places and on certain occasions. These heads are also called sansas in certain cultures and serve a variety of purposes for the tribes who create them. However, the most common and notable one is their use in scaring off the enemy. To understand this statement, you have to know that tribes often engage in domestic wars, inner tribal rivalry and duels. Sometimes, tribal people had engaged in a violent altercation with outsiders like Europeans. During such conflicts, shrunken heads were displayed prominently, acting as both a trophy and a warning to the enemy. It was a silent but emphatic message to any outsider that their personal war could end the same way, with the attacker reduced to a head, shrunken and displayed in shame. Even though tales of shrunken heads seem to be a big part of the tribal culture globally, it is only the Javaro people from Northern Peru and Southern Ecuador who are engaged in the practice of shrinking heads. According to many historical accounts, sansas were made from the enemy's heads cut off on the battlefield. Initially, these war souvenirs had ritualistic significance and religious purposes. However, as time passed, the practice evolved into trophy and horror. The Javaro people of Amazon were fierce and violence between tribes was common. The tribesmen believed strongly in the concept of revenge and also believed that if a man was killed on the battlefield, his spirit would come back to haunt and exact revenge from his killer.  The Javaro people believed that if you shrunk the head of your enemy, his spirit would obey you and do your bidding. This was thus the ultimate sign of victory over your enemy. Although the accounts vary, it is believed that even after shrinking a head, a warrior did not possess it for long. He would leave it at the community feast or at a public worship place, therefore ridding himself of the vengeful spirit contained within. The process of creating a shrunken head is very elaborate.  The eyelids are then sewn shut. The lips are shut with the help of a peg. Once all of this is done, the heads are then put into a big pot over a fire and left to boil for a specific amount of time. The heat and pressure from consistent boiling shrunk the skull and helped separate the skin and flesh from the bone. Then the skin and hair of the head would be carefully separated from the skull, which was very important for the final look of the senses. The remaining flesh on the skull would also be scraped off. The skin slit used to remove the skull would then be sewed closed with care after turning it inside out. By the time this process is done, the skin would have turned dark and rubbery and had shrunk to a third of its original size. This however was only half of the entire process. After this, the void left by the removed skull is filled with hot stones and sand to increase the temperature and shrink the head even further from the inside. The process also tanned the flesh inside which further preserved it, and indeed the process does have a lot of similarities with animal hide tanning. These stones and sand were not removed once the head shrank completely. Instead, more sand and stones were used to seal the head shut. This step also gave a definitive shape to the head. For the next step, the boiled, darkened skin was rubbed with charcoal ash to preserve it and make it darker. This was believed to block the avenging spirit further, thus the tribesmen not only sealed the heads shut, but sealed an evil spirit inside. No wonder the process was a long one. The finished sansas were hung over open fire to shrink and harden even further. This was the final step of head preservation. The sansas would further blacken. Then the wooden pegs at the lips would be removed. Strings would replace the pegs to seal the mouth shut again. These sansas would then be offered to the gods, and the warriors would ask for protection from those gods. Later on, these would either be displayed during community gatherings or battles. Sansas or shrunken heads are still very popular on the exotic black market. Shrunken heads are a thing of mystery, and they are treated as a rarity. Thus, people of other cultures like Europeans, Americans, etc., would want to buy or see shrunken heads. Even today, many people show interest in buying these gruesome souvenirs. However, the interest has allowed a lot of fake sansas to be marketed. Many traders use sloth heads instead of a real human head to create sansas and sell them as authentic ones. Now, this is good because at least no one is dying just to be shrunk. Still, forgery is rampant in the exotic object market. You could still see shrunken heads on display at some museums and historical archives. In the 1940s, Theodore Ronaldo could have been considered your average Catholic kid living in New York, but his life took a dark turn in 1969 when he moved to Seattle to start the group, a drug cult who believed Ronaldo was God. Soon after he started eating farms, a compound where he abused his followers in vile ways, from threats to sexual assault of minors, the abusive cult leaders of the group violated several people. What happened to the cult called the group? After an intrepid journalist uncovered what was really happening at the compound, he revealed Theodore Ronaldo's cult crime. Facts about the group shook the surrounding community.  Thankfully, it is not a cult still active today, as Ronaldo was put behind bars in 1979. In 1974, Ronaldo opened Elego's Farm in Washington and referred to his religious cult as Eden Farms. In the summer of that year, neighbors in Snohomish, Washington noticed 20 to 30 tents built on the property of Eden Farms. Neighbors saw upward of 50 people working the fields of Eden Farms doing various field tasks, while cult followers were permitted to sell fruits and vegetables at stands on the side of the road. They were not allowed to discuss their religion. The secrecy that seemed to hover around Eden Farms continued to increase the scrutiny of neighbors and other leaders in the Snohomish, Washington community. One person who grew up on the farm said children were also forced to work in the field, and if you refused, you faced severe punishment. Ronaldo used his power and influence to force people to pledge allegiance to him.  He also threatened to physically harm people who said that they wanted to leave and crippled people financially, so even if they could escape, they couldn't get very far. He told the group that he was Michael the Archangel and he planned to take them to Alabama to ride out the end of the world. By the late 70s, Ronaldo was very much involved in the local community. He joined a local Masonic Lodge, acted as campaign manager for a Republican candidate for the Snohomish County Sheriff, and purchased a building which later became the location for the Snohomish Chamber of Commerce. He even started hosting a local bingo event, just like legitimate church organizations. Ronaldo was convicted for his sex crimes and as a result, the state of Washington evaluated whether he was a sexual psychopath. This distinction allows offenders who are guilty to serve a portion of their sentence in a therapy program. Ronaldo's lawyers moved for this and did so successfully. They were recognized by the court. As a result, Ronaldo spent time in a treatment center for sexual psychopaths. The state ultimately concluded that he was not open to rehabilitation and instead, he received a designation in a general population prison. On July 12, 1979, police arrested Ronaldo. He was charged with statutory rape, indecent liberties, assault, coercion and intimidating a witness. A jury convicted Ronaldo of some of the offenses which inspired others to come forward. Almost a year after Ronaldo's arrest, witnesses indicated they lied to police and prosecutors regarding Ronaldo's practices on Eden Farms. The witnesses advised that Ronaldo had threatened them if they told the truth. Because of the new witness testimony, prosecutors also charged the court leader with perjury, intimidating witnesses, tampering with witnesses and statutory rape. In Seattle, Ronaldo started to develop a reputation for being a passionate and convincing preacher. The 60s counterculture helped attract a broad range of people to Ronaldo's services. Followers of Ronaldo called themselves the group and many reported that he referred to himself and others in the group as sons of God. By early 1970, Ronaldo started taking donations so that he could buy land and legitimize the religious group status of the group and his followers donated thousands of dollars. By this time, the con man preacher was well on his way to becoming a cult leader. Local journalist G. Larson started noticing this strange new group and decided to take another look in 1979. In a series of six articles Larson wrote for the Everett Herald, he examined exactly what was happening at Eden Farms. He wrote about the group's cult-like activity, which attracted the attention of the Snohomish County Sheriff's Office. Late that same summer, the Snohomish County Prosecutor's Office charged Ronaldo with statutory rape, indecent liberties, assault, coercion and intimidating a witness. According to some sources, Ronaldo claimed that he studied at a Bible college for a period of time. It is unclear whether he was ever ordained, though he told the Everett Herald in a series of interviews that he was. In the late 1960s, before he established Eden Farms, he met Paul Gough and the two became fast friends. They ended up moving to Seattle together to start a ministry and began holding religious meetings inside their homes. Ronaldo filed a number of appeals after his conviction. His main target? Larson's reporting. His legal team went after Larson's confidential sources who tipped him off to the activity on the farm. However, after many appeals and a short stint in an institution for sexual psychopaths, Ronaldo exhausted his efforts and remained incarcerated. A judge did, however, rule Larson had to turn over some of his reporting materials over to the criminal defendant, a move that sent a ripple effect through the journalism community. By 1971, with the help of his cult follower's donation, Ronaldo started a nonprofit called Elegos, which means God in Hebrew. The United States Internal Revenue Service permitted Elegos' tax-exempt status in the same year, and the cult showed tax return earnings of nearly $230,000. By 1973, Elegos had purchased almost 80 acres of land in Snohomish, Washington. Ronaldo's group was starting to look like a legitimate religious organization and would soon begin to gain the attention of journalists and law enforcement. Thanks for listening. If you like the show, please share it with someone you know who loves the paranormal or strange stories, true crime, monsters, or unsolved mysteries like you do. You can email me anytime with your questions or comments at Darren at WeirdDarkness.com, Darren is D-A-R-R-E-N. And you can find the show on Facebook and Twitter, including the show's Weirdo's Facebook group on the Contact social page at WeirdDarkness.com. 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This is your FBI. This is your FBI, an official broadcast from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, presented as a public service by the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States. To your FBI, you look for national security, and to the Equitable Society for financial security. These two great institutions are dedicated to the protection of you, your home, and your country. Tonight, the story of a crime against our nation. Espionage. 1939. That year, the continent of Europe already echoed the cries of people under aggression. On the continent of Asia, far beyond our western shores was Japan. A dedicated nation, a dedicated people, dedicated to war upon the United States. But we did not know this yet. Within our western gates were more Japs, thousands of them. Were they dedicated to being good American citizens, or were there among them some dedicated to our destruction? Here was a vital task for the FBI. The safety and security of America might depend on what they found out. A Sunday afternoon in 1939, two FBI agents from the San Francisco office stood on a pier at the San Francisco waterfront, watching a Japanese cruiser warp into the dock. How big would you figure that crowd, Jim? Oh, I'd say at least a thousand. But excited for Japs, aren't they? Well, it's a big day for them, Larry. Doesn't often they get a chance to pay their respects to a big shot from Japan. I know. Larry, is this Prince Suji, a member of the royal family? Yes. They sure are giving him the Sunday bows, all right. Funny how they conformed to that caste system of theirs. That first line that shook hands with the prince were all top bracket boys. I know, I've checked him off. Japanese council general, head of the Jap Association, leaders of the prefectural groups. Second line was a middle bracket bunch, bankers, nip businessmen. All they got from the good prince was a nod. Well, that's more than the small fry getting down. There's housewives and farmers. They bow and the prince doesn't even acknowledge their presence. Hey. Hmm? Look at that bull-necked little man in the chauffeur's uniform. What about it? You notice something? He's not cringing or bowing.  Oh, yes. Hey, did you see that? Yes. It's hard to him. I know. I don't like that, Jim. They don't play it that way in their league. Princes don't go around bowing to chauffeurs. Unless our chauffeur is a big shot back in Japan. Yes. That's something you and I better check on. One Jap bowing to another Jap. A pair of striped pants and cutaway coat bowing to a chauffeur's uniform. The two FBI agents troubled by what they saw investigated and learned the chauffeur's name and background. Then they took their information to the agent in charge of the San Francisco office of the FBI. That's a story, Mr. Walker. A prince bowing to a chauffeur. That is unusual. Yes. Did you follow this man? Yes, sir. He lives at the Osaka Hotel. His name? Yasu Kajioka. Did you learn anything about his work? Yes. He drives a big Cadillac. He owns it. He runs some sort of escort service with headquarters at the hotel. Anything else on him? We found out that he's been a very active worker for many of the local Japanese associations. Well, I think we should do a thorough check on Mr. Kajioka's activities. Won't be too easy. We could use some help. From whom? Someone of his own race. A Japanese who was loyal to us. Well, we might try the university. They have quite a few Japanese-American students there. That's a good idea. Suppose I arrange with the dean of studies out there for you to have a talk with him. Fine. I'll get him on the phone right now. The two FBI agents spent almost an entire day with the dean of studies at the university. They poured over the personal records of many Japanese-American students. And finally narrowed down their choice to one man, a student by the name of Tom Tanaka. His record showed he lived in the same neighborhood as the Jap chauffeur. Gentlemen, have you reached a decision? Yes, sir. This man, Tom Tanaka, looks good to us. Well, I think you've made an excellent choice. He lives in the same neighborhood as the man we want watched. If he measures up in other ways, that's a definite plus. I understand. You realize, sir, how important it is to us that we be able to trust this boy implicitly? Yes, I do. We've got to know if he's loyal, if he's a real American at heart, if he thinks and acts like an American. There are thousands of men and women who live here on the West Coast, Mr. Schuyler, who look Japanese and are the sons and daughters of Japanese. But I know them as true Americans. They're as loyal as any of us, whose ancestors were German, English, French, Irish, or whatever. I say that this boy is an American, just as you or I. Good. Can we meet him at once? Tom, I imagine your dean has told you that we're special agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Yes, sir. He has. We've selected you, son, from the list of the entire enrollment of Japanese Americans here at the university. As a student? No. No, he's an American. Well, what about it? I am an American. We believe you are, in every sense of the word. Has somebody been talking about me? No. Then what's this all about, sir? Tom, we want you to help us. How? In a very important, perhaps very dangerous way. You... you want me to work with the FBI? Yes. Do you know a man called Kajioka? Yasu Kajioka? Well, yes, we're neighbors. I helped him compose letters in English several times. Good. What do you remember, you? I think so. He said once that he might give me a job doing secretarial work in my spare time. Why do you ask me about Kajioka? We need a loyal Japanese American like yourself to help us investigate this man. We want to know if he is connected with any un-American activities. Hmm. What do you want me to do? Help us to get information. Tom, all we want are facts. I see.  That he offered you a job once. We want you to go to him. Take the job. We're giving you the opportunity to do this as an American, Tom. Well... What would I say to Kajioka? How would I ask for the job? You'd tell him that you're in need of money to finish your studies. If he hired you, you'd undertake it once to impress him with your love of Japan and the Japanese. We don't want you to put your life in danger. You'd be cautious. Never inquisitive. What do you say, son? I'll do it. No. What do you want, young man? I want to talk to you, Mr. Kajioka. What about, please? A job. Why? To earn some money. Why do you come to me, lowly chauffeur, if you need money?  Oh, yes. Why do you want to earn money? To keep up my studies. You got father, mother. I don't want to ask them. So, but you ask lowly chauffeur. Why? Everyone says good things of Kajioka. Oh, good. You here, perhaps, I visit cruiser. They say Kajioka was greatly honored. Also, they say correctly. Please, you sit down. Thank you. Now, how do you think? What do you mean? It could be important for me to know. I think Japanese. Oh, also. And what are those thoughts, please? I love my people. I love Japan. So, I think maybe you lie. Why should I? Who can read my thoughts? Oh, very, very good, yes. Will you give me a job? Yes. You work for me now. Come every day. I'll try to read your thoughts. Very good, very good, yes. Once the all-important inside contact had been made, many FBI agents took up the trail. They learned that Kajioka always drove japs who were easily identified as high-ranking naval officers on vacation. They learned that he was the head of a secret Jap organization on the west coast, the Hamusha Kai, boasting over 10,000 members all eligible for military service in Japan. The society masked itself as a charitable one. Charity in the sense that thousands and thousands of dollars were drafted by members and sent back to Japan. Why? The answer came quickly and dramatically. One night on a street corner, young Tom Tanaka reported to the special agents of the FBI. Tom. Tom. Yes, sir. Here we are. I haven't much time, sir. I've got to get back. What have you got, sir? Something big is cooking. There's a great meeting called in the basement of the Japanese high school for tonight. Majoka will make an appeal to get more funds to send back to Japan. I see. Also, they are to show preparedness movies sent over from Japan. Are you supposed to attend this meeting? Yes. Majoka will expect it. Tom. Yes, sir. We need a list of the members in that organization. Practically everything depends on our getting it. Do you think you could go to the meeting, get the list, and get away alive? Yes. The pictures may go on about 8 o'clock. I'll try and sneak out and meet you here, then. Good boy. Good luck. We'll be waiting. We momentarily closed the Federal Bureau of Investigation file on Kajioka, enemy alien. We will reopen this file in just a moment. Yesterday, Thomas I. Parkinson, president of the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States, received an interesting letter. It was from a member of the Equitable Society and it read, Mr. Parkinson, just how many businesses is the Equitable Society in anyway? Our radio program talks about millions of equitable dollars invested in war bonds and more millions in key war industries like shipyards and railroads in oil, steel, and aluminum. Friends, tell me how the Equitable Society helps keep kids in school and helps people own their own homes and farms. It all sounds mighty complex to me. Yes, investing the premium dollars of 3,200,000 members of the Equitable Society is, of necessity, a very complicated operation. For safety's sake, those equitable funds have to be spread out widely. Must go into thousands of different enterprises. And yet all this is done to make it easy and simple for Equitable Society members to attain greater security for themselves and their loved ones. And so you see, by employing its funds in all kinds of activities that are useful to the nation as a whole, the Equitable Society is able to offer sounder and safer protection to its members than any one member could achieve by his own unaided efforts. By serving its members, the Equitable Society serves America. And now, back to the file on Cajuca, Enemy Alien. 1939. In that year, there wasn't even a slight buzzing in our ears to warn us that enemy planes were warming up for an attack. There was nothing in the word protocol to make us think of anything, but where the wife of some ambassador might have to sit at some state dinner. Yet two men of the FBI, standing on a dock at San Francisco, had seen in a bit of JAP protocol enough to make their blood run cold. Enough to make them on their own initiative as Americans set up a series of patience, exhaustive, dangerous investigations which inched down 1939 through 1940. And brought them on the evening of February 3, 1941 to stand tense in a darkened hallway near a high school in the JAP section of San Francisco. Watch it, Jim. Don't let that streetlight hit you. I've counted about 2,000. I've gone into that meeting so far. Still coming. Cajuca, sure must have passed the word along. What time is it? Almost 7.45. Looks like the meeting is getting started. Somebody come in along to see the channel. Go back here. It's Tom. Tom, here. Hello. We've got a wonderful break. Cajuca forgot to bring the records.  What part of the meeting is on now? They're going to run off the movie. How long will that take? Until about 9.15. Good. I'll go with you. Get the records. Bring them to the FBI office. We'll have them photographed and back in your hands by 9 o'clock. Can you do it that soon? We've got to. Jim. Yes. You stay here. Call the office. Tell them what we have to do. Ask for the entire staff to stand by. Right. I'll drive Tom over. It's going to be tight going. I know. But this is the first break we've gotten and it may be the only one. Let's go. While the movies whip the Japanese audience up with blatant pictures of Japan's armed might, while distinguished visitors sat rigidly straight in the front rows, their cropped heads marking them high officers of the emperor's army and navy, while almost 3,000 sons of Nippon shared a new sense of oneness, of dedication to emperor and country. An alerted FBI office brilliant with lights crowded with 100% staff worked feverishly to photograph the secret documents and make the deadline. I don't think we can wait any longer, Mr. Logan. It's 8.54. I know. I've got to be back to the hall before the lights are turned up. We'll make it. One minute to deadline. How are you coming? Two more sheets. The others are finished. Come on, then. Hurry it up. Please. You've got to give me the originals. I can't wait. The movie ends at 9.15. Let's start correlating pages in the originals. You know how they go, Tom? Yes, sir. I'll grab them as fast as I finish. Number two is finished. Come on, snap up on number three machine. Please, hurry. Hold an elevator. Right. There you are. This is the final. Thanks. We'll put them together in the car. It's 8.55. Let's go. We'll just make it. Mr. Kajioka. Where have you been? It took you a long time to get papers. I stood in the back of the hall. See the pictures. I thrilled with the people. Give me the records. Here you are, sir. Good. I have news. We have received orders to change names of all branch chapters of our organization, and we must at once seem to stop our activities. Why? Why? Because soon, Glorious Japan will win honor or downfall, and we are ordered to prepare for duty as soldiers behind the guns. The FBI had everything it needed now on Brother Kajioka. His position is headed to secret society. His activity is a chauffeur deluxe for visiting Japanese offices. His role as collector extraordinary of funds for the Japanese war machine. His devious role as espionage agent. Everything the FBI needed except the right to go out and arrest him. Under our way of government, we do not go about arresting citizens of friendly nations. The FBI could watch and wait, and to add insult to injury while it threaded over its watching and waiting. One of the FBI agents had reason to phone into the agent in charge of the San Francisco Bureau. Yes? This is Logan. Yes, Larry? Jim and I have been following Kajioka. Yes? We followed him from the Osaka hotel. He drove straight to Sutter Street. Yeah? Parked his car, proceeded on foot to 111 Sutter Street. Why? Well, that's our building here. I know. Well, where did Kajioka go? He's in your foyer, waiting to see you. He's what? Well, thanks, Larry. Goodbye. Yes? I'm Mr. Kajioka to see you, sir. Send Mr. Kajioka right in. Mr. Walker? Yes. What can I do for you? I am Kajioka. Sit down, Kajioka. Now, what do you want to see me about? I come to FBI because I am an honorable man. I see. I wish to offer my services to the United States. Why?  Oh, tell me about it. I was born in Japan. One time in Japan, they arrested my father. He was a good man, harm nobody. They say he was disloyal, but they have no proof, and it is a lie. What happened to him? I never see him again. They murder my father. And so you hate Japanese. Yes, very much. I would be good agent for FBI. What makes you think so? Japanese government tried to get me to work against the United States. You know how it is. You have information on certain secret Japanese organizations here. No? A little. Oh, that is too bad. With me, you get to know much. I know all Japanese tricks. I make valuable agents. Perhaps you would, Mr. Kajioka. You think about it. And remember, I want to work for the United States. Great country. I work for FBI and kill many Japs. Well, we're not interested in killing Japs nor anyone else. Sometimes it will be necessary. Then you tell Kajioka what to do, where to go. And he goes. Well, thank you very much for your offer, Mr. Kajioka. We'll take it under consideration and we'll let you know in due time. Thank you. So much. Not at all. It will be a pleasure. Mr. Kajioka might have smelled a rat. That is, if a rat can smell himself. But his surprising offer was politely refused. And his intensified wanderings by day and night were as equally matched by the more intensified watching by the many electricians and workmen. Laundrymen, truck drivers, cabmen, innocent motorists who sent in their reports under the names of special agents of the FBI. Still all they could do was watch. Watch and follow the little man who was dedicated, like his country, to the destruction of America. Then came December 7, 1941. On that fateful day, the entire staff of the FBI was gathered in tense silence in each of the bureau's offices. In San Francisco, even the local law enforcement officers were present. Waiting. Waiting. Everyone here? Everyone, sir. Larry and Jim can stand by and watch the teletype. Right, sir. The names are coming in for Washington. The names and addresses of enemy aliens to be picked up when the word comes through. We'll take them. I know a name you two will want to watch for. Yes, sir. Thank you. Getting into the K's now? Yeah. Hello? Yes, sir. Right. That's the word. Get going. K is in Kejioka. K is in Kejioka. Come on, teletype. There it is. The capital K for Kejioka, the little rat. We got him now. Come on. Hatsuo. Now you see who I am. Major Kejioka. Yes. How do I look in my uniform, pal? Very well, sir. Yes. No more lowly chauffeur. Glorious Japan has sunk. American fleet. No more. Pearl Harbor. No more. Ogon. Soon pains come. Then transport. Yes. I have two revolvers. See? And loaded. I give you one. Soon our soldiers march in these streets.  Yes? Yes. Yes. You watch at the window. Tell me when you see planes. Tell me when you see glorious soldiers of our brave army. I will pour drink for ceremonial post. Yes, sir. I'll keep watch. Soon I will become a dendera. Wait until you see how they will reward me for what I've done. I will be big man. Yes. Of course. I hear planes. Do you see them yet? Not yet. Listen. Our soldiers are coming. I bring to Glorious Japan. They are here. Come in. Banzai. Come on, Kajioka. What? Uncle Sam wants to see you about a place called Pearl Harbor. Kajioka was rounded up with thousands of his kind. Rounded up with the aid of a loyal Japanese American. Like the rest, Kajioka wondered how the FBI had known of his work. Does he remember that little incident back in 1939 when a pair of striped pants and a cutaway coat bowed to a chauffeur's uniform on the hard deck of a Japanese cruiser? Probably not. He wouldn't understand the things that make Americans tick, the American willingness of those who serve our country in the ranks of the FBI. No, Kajioka probably will never understand until it's too late. And how will he ever know that it was too late that day back in 1939? You'll hear about the disposition of this case in just a minute. On the beaches of Normandy, our boys were seeing the latest movies 24 hours after landing. And not long ago on a Pacific Island, two Japanese snipers were captured when they tried to join a GI audience to see an American film. Yes, movies follow the flag because Uncle Sam knows that they're first-rate morale builders for battle-weary men. So will you join the equitable society and a salute to the motion picture industry, a salute to the daring cameramen who risk their lives in every American attack, to the technical men who developed special equipment to photograph Tokyo from 45,000 feet in the air, to the actors, musicians and directors who made tens of thousands of valuable training films for our armed forces, and to the 16,000 theater managers who have sold millions of war bonds in every drive. Members of the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States will be proud to learn that their premium dollars have helped finance this great industry, which has proved such a vital asset to the nation at war. For years, the Equitable Society is invested in the motion picture industry, as well as in other essential American industries and American agriculture. Yes, in wartime, equitable society dollars are fighting dollars.  As an enemy alien, Yasuo Kajioka was placed in an internment camp to remain there for the duration of the war with Japan. The incidents used in tonight's broadcast are taken from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. However, all names used are fictitious, and any similarity thereof to the names of persons living or dead is accidental. Programs in this series of particular interest to service men and women are broadcast overseas through the worldwide facilities of the armed forces radio service. Tonight, Kajioka was played by Ted Osborn. The music was under the direction of Van Cleave. The author was Frank Wilson, and your narrator was Frank Lovejoy. This is your FBI is a Jerry Divine production. Now, this is Carl Frank speaking for the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States and inviting you to tune in again next week at this same time for this is your FBI. 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