There is a town just off a forgotten exit on a lost highway. It is a town entombed by sycamores and shadows, trapped between our realm and another, in otherworldly hamlet misplaced on earth. It is a town that should be lost to legend and night terrors. Yet unlike folk tales as tall as the sycamores that conceal it, the town of weirdling woods is real. In this ominous dimension, this playground for the wicked, life is a nesting doll layered in unrelenting mystery and macabre. Mythology is reality and reality is a fractured spectrum of madness. Come for a visit and stay for eternity. There are thousands of stories in the cursed town of weirdling woods. This is but one of them. Now join me as we take a walk through weirdling woods. Bounty Joe Tillis decided that the bounty would go directly to the families of the victims. Justice or vengeance, by the reward, would be enough to fill his coffers. Tillis didn't see the dark county welcome sign as he sped down the fog and fasted highway. He missed it because at that exact moment his GPS began to scramble, which wouldn't have been all too strange had the ankle monitor tracking device not done the same. The grizzled ex-sheriff huffed and sipped the last of the necessary but atrocious gas station coffee staining the tips of his white mustache as shade of mahogany. More work, he thought, though the hunt would now become more raw, more visceral, a throwback to the old-timers' glory days. In his prime, cops had no technology or digital advantage. Somehow, that was better. The competitive tickle in his expansive belly began to flutter in anticipation. Of course, the long trip was more than just a retired sheriff moonlighting as a bounty hunter for kicks. It was more than collecting a $25,000 reward. Far more. This was personal. As his first ex-wife once said, One truth can never be changed. Wayne Gilchrist will forever live inside the sheriff. Gilchrist was the biggest albatross to Joe Tillis' peacekeeping oath. From middle school to Khan College, Gilchrist had terrorized the faraway town of Grover's Mill. Vandalism led to Grand Theft Auto, which led to strong armed robbery, countless drug trafficking charges, and, finally, the big one, murder. At least that last charge was how Tillis and the entire town of Grover's Mill saw it. The courts, however, took a different approach. As he had done since childhood, the scourge Gilchrist dodged fate with a laughable sentence. An excuse or technicality always seemed to favor Wayne Gilchrist. In horrifying fashion, this would include the arson that snuffed seven lives, including Tillis' niece, Alice. The entire trial was sullied with legalese. Gilchrist emerged from the rebel with a short sentence and a psych ward, and this was unending torment for the grieving community. Grover's Mill had become victim to Wayne Gilchrist once more. Escaping from that minimum security joke was inevitable. So foregone a conclusion that Tillis would fall asleep to the disorienting humming from an old police scanner waiting for the alert. One day it came. Now, according to the tracking device, Gilchrist was somewhere in the same strange county as the sheriff, though how the smug, evasive killer arrived from so far away was a mystery. The irony poked and prodded Tillis. His mind began to ponder how his nemesis could be smart enough to escape, but not smart enough to clip the angle monitor until arriving in the town of Weirdling Woods. Before the monitoring device went on the fritz, revealing its location in sporadic bursts, it showed no movement within Weirdling Woods, and it was obvious that the escaped convict had left the gadget lying somewhere. Logic would also give the possibility that the perp was lying dead in a ravine, but Tillis and the citizens of Grover's Mill did not possess such luck. Sheriff Tillis didn't need the monitoring device though because he had something lacking in modern law enforcement. Instinct. He knew Gilchrist as well as he knew himself. The perp wouldn't get far, not without money, and especially not in a medical gown. Nor would he remain anonymous with that latest hideous addition that nullified Gilchrist's ability to blend in.  Weighing Gilchrist, the white whale, the vile stench that permeated Grover's Mill and Joe Tillis' mind needed to simply cease to exist. Sometimes justice outside of the system was a grey area that needed to be visited. Weirdling Woods was that grey area and the two men were there now, playing tourist. There was one certainty. It had to die here in the infamous town of Weirdling Woods one way or another. The former sheriff's fuzzy lip curled into a smile as he massaged the worn grip of his revolver and revved the engine towards destiny. The car radio finally began to pick up reception as the city limits of Weirdling Woods approached. He shuffled through the channels, dodging the commercials and music that he couldn't be bothered with. That was the 80s classic. She drives me crazy by the fine young cannibals. Click. Tomorrow night, at midnight on Channel 18, catch the annual Homer Thon, starting with the Eli Roth instant classic, The Green Inferno, followed by Click. Finally, he landed on inspired radio and sunk in. Through the stand speakers on K-dead AM radio, a golden-throated host whispered into the night. Ultra doors lock your windows.  Classic American radio as it used to be. Tillis lost himself in the man's velvety words as the car puttered into town on a drizzly November eve. An hour passed as Sheriff Tillis cruised the streets of Weirdling Woods on a scouting mission, looking for anything. It was an interesting little hamlet so far.  The bizarre stories he had heard about the place seemed plausible for some reason. The place held an eerie vibe, an eclectic mix. The buildings and houses and structures seemed undecided on a theme. Maybe disarray was the theme. Southern Gothic, art deco, modern and classic, whatever the intent, continuity seemed lost by design. One street would be lined with sycamores and picket fences, while the next was a graffiti-ridden urban sprawl molded from dirty concrete. Tillis was reminded of that paranormal soap opera from his childhood, Dark Shadows, yet also the whitewashed town in Leave It to Beaver. Labeling it was fruitless, much like his diet. No people were out at that hour so he couldn't make further observations about the city. Who would be out on a chilly, rain-trodden night? Gilchrist would be. Somewhere out there, maybe in one of those lonely buildings or an unattended shed or even the forest that swallowed the town, weighing Gilchrist was lurking like a hidden specter. Tillis, peered through the droplets of water collected on his driver's side window and stared. His eyes pierced on both the nothingness of the evening and the soul of weighing Gilchrist. As midnight hit, a respite from the many hours behind the wheel was needed. One does not achieve a waistline as Tillis had without practice and his stomach began to rumble in unison with the thunder. Getting Marlar Avenue, which seemed to be the main drag in town, many restaurants showed promise, but only two produced neon signs announcing they were still open. They were next to one another which seemed odd. Tillis took his usual slow exit from the car and placed his Stetson cowboy hat atop his balding head. Then he stood in front of the competing restaurants directly in between as if faced with some culinary Sophie's choice. To his left was a dive called Bruno's Pizza, with the beef flickering a dying powder blue hue inside the bulb. To his right was a traditional greasy spoon, simply labeled Diner. No cute name or gimmick, just Diner. A man of the old ways, pure meatloaf and apple pie and Americana, Tillis' stomach reached the door of the diner before his hand did, a jingling bell announcing his arrival to all inside. The creatures of the night made little sound inside of the diner, silence broken only by the scrape of a fork or an errant cough. As Joe Tillis looked around the joint, he smiled. From the long sit-down counter to the paper-hatted cooks to the catchy bars of the old Archie's song Sugar Sugar on the jukebox, it felt like home. Though he had never been there, he knew the place, or at least he'd known countless spots like it. In the old days he'd belly up to the counter, but these days his belly required a table. As soon as his posterior touched the cherry red cushion, she appeared. Evening cowboy, haven't seen you before, what brings you to our humble establishment? Tillis looked up and immediately noticed a woman's height, weight, age, bubblegum color, and name tag. Cops were trained that way. Vera, what a beautiful name. Has anybody told you how much you look like, a young earthy kit? Vera clad in a pink diner waitress uniform that hugged every curve with reckless abandon, blushed. Oh cowboy, I'm supposed to be working you for a tip, not the other way around. Much obliged by the compliment, darling, but I'm fifty years old. I haven't looked like a young anything in a long time.  Fifty is an age that I'd kill to be again. Name's Joe. You're right. First time I'm here. In fact, I've never been to weirdling woods before. Heard a lot about it, though. Oh, good things, I hope, Vera replied.  Coming in at this hour and all? Tillis grinned, instantly recognizing the trucker lingo. He didn't wear a badge anymore, so it was an understandable conclusion on her part, given the hour. He decided to answer back in trucker-speak, something he picked up as a hobby in semi-retirement with the help of a CB radio. No, ma'am. Just a retired county-mountain looking for some decent jumping juice and a bed. Vera laughed. Apologies, Sheriff. There's a motel two blocks away. They'll give you a discount for being law enforcement. As far as jumping juice, well, I have the best coffee in the world heating up in the back for you. Various stoop gathering eyes of Sheriff. Pretty and well-read, your door must have danced from all the fellas beaten on it. I gotta tell you, though, every diner I've been to claims they have the best coffee. Younger the, we'll see about that, Tillis kidded. Take a look at the menu, smoking bear. I'll put my money where my mouth is, Vera hummed as she walked off, perhaps with a bit of bounce, not common in her usual repertoire. The waitress knew that her new customer was watching her walk away in that tight-fitting uniform, and from his table, Joe Tillis, indeed, could not look away. Fifty must be the new thirty, he thought. It was all in good fun, though. Any chance to relieve his mind of weighing Gilcrest was a blessing. Catching that man had become his life's work. Obsession would be a better turn of phrase for it, actually. As his second ex-wife once said, One truth can never be changed, weighing Gilcrest will forever live inside the sheriff. When Vera returned with the Java, she asked Tillis if he'd glanced at the menu, but he knew the diner game. The best thing on the menu would be the special. Heck, it was even in the word itself. It was special. As he asked about it, the coffee hit his taste causing a sensation that made him interrupt himself. What's this spiked with, Vera? Holy moly, do you win? This is the best coffee I've ever had. I hope we didn't bet on that because you weren't kidding. Vera pulled out a chair and sat down.  That right there is a weirdlin' woods treasure, weird dark roast, brewed just up the way at a cute little beannery called the Little Coffee Shop of Horrors. You wouldn't believe how many people become addicted. They ship nationwide, you know. Celebrities have an ongoing order. The president even stopped there on his campaign tour. Tillis took another deep sip, closing his eyes and savoring every drop. Oh, I do believe I have changed from a doubting Thomas to a convert, Miss Vera. This is amazing. Forget the special. What else is your neck of the woods known for? I mean food-wise. You know, like Philadelphia has cheesesteak, Cincinnati has chili, New York has pizza, because whatever it is. And if you have it, I'll take it without asking another question. If it comes close to matching your coffee recommendation, I'd be happier than a dog in a butcher's shop. Vera blew a bubble and studied Tillis for a moment. Then she stood with the conclusion. Say no more, dollface. You'll be a regular weirdo when I finish with you. That's our pet nickname for locals, by the way. I'll be back in a few. Tillis again watched her walk away, then attempted to focus on the task at hand. The town layout, as well as the most recent mugshots of Gilcrest, were sprawled out on the table.  Circles indicated starting search points and Xs would cross off areas already scoured. The napkin dispenser was home base. The ketchup bottle was the sedan. The salt shaker represented him, white to match his hair and, well, salty to match his demeanor. It was strange to the sheriff as he sipped that hot magical elixir and dove into a daydream, knowing that somewhere nearby, Wayne Gilcrest was breathing the same air, perhaps even watching Tillis as he sat exposed in the diner. Exposure was a real threat. Gilcrest was an army unto himself, younger and stronger, and with nothing to lose. Tillis knew he had the advantage, where it counted, though. In a battle of wits, Gilcrest was unarmed against the veteran lawman's stockpile of ammo. Vera's hand interrupted his thoughts as she set the meal down. Are you still with this sheriff? Where'd you go? Tillis chuckled. I'm a deep thinker, young earth. What culinary masterpiece have you prepared for me this fine evening? Looking down, his first impression was not favorable. Mincemeat pie? Diner food was a hamburger, fries, lots of gravy, maybe a malt, basically anything that was American or Americanized and artery clogging. Mincemeat pie was something British people ate at Christmas, and in terms of national cuisine, the English offerings tended to be far less upscale than their accent. Vera picked up on the trepidation immediately and spoke before Tillis could. I thought I'd earned your trust with the coffee cowboy. The young earth, right? Would catwoman do Batman wrong? I'm Batman now. Sometimes cowboy, sometimes sheriff now. Batman.  Truthfully, though, as Batman, I used to have a hard time believing Gotham's citizens would enjoy this. Tillis said, as he stabbed at the dish with a fork. You know what, I'm not going to be rude when in Rome, right? Count me in as an honorary native weirdo. Vera's eyes beamed satisfaction as Joe Tillis took a reluctant bite. As she expected, his expression changed in an instant. Miss Vera, you did it again. I'll have been needing stock advice next. If I'd discovered this years ago, I might still be married because I'm at a loss for words, and my mouth was what did me in with each former Mrs. Tillis. Wow. Another heaping bite. They come from all over for this Batman, she said, emphasizing the Dark Knight's name. I get to choose your nickname, by the way, not you. It's in the waitress' handbook. The brandy butter really ties it together, doesn't it? It's finger food in England, but we added our touch, so you'll need a fork and spoon. It's a diner, after all. That right there is one of the many reasons our little slice of heaven is just that. Now, Vera said as she once again pulled a chair for herself, this time directly next to Tillis, you said you were retired. Are you writing your memoirs or was that a lie? Her eyes pointed to the photos on the table. The sheriff took a pensive bite of his food and cleared his throat. I'm a private citizen doing a public service, and can we just leave it at that? I suppose we can.  None of my business, though. Cowboy Joe, the sheriff of Gotham, she teased, and she began to rise.  Apologies, truly. I didn't mean to sound so curt. It was quite a drive, this fella I'm after, and I'm licensed to collect his bounty, just so you know that I'm legit his one bad man.  You seen any things suspicious or anything like that? Maybe a stranger wandering around, looking lost? Better yet, he continued as he chose the best mugshot and handed the photo to her. Have you seen him at all? I'm pretty sure you'd remember.  With a keen eye, Vera studied the mugshot before setting it aside. Have I seen anything suspicious? Yes, but it's weirdly woods. That's a given. Stick around long enough and you'll understand. No, I definitely would have remembered him, though. He doesn't blend in with the weirdos here.  Is that a crab tattoo on his cheek? Doesn't seem like something someone on the run would find advantageous. Does the crab have a meaning? Nope, it does not, Vera. And it's a scorpion, though I suppose that doesn't much matter.   I need him off the streets, dead or alive. I'm not sure if I care which. Oh, easy, Joe, Vera responded. Batman has suddenly become quite interesting. Would it be presumptuous to ask more about his crimes? I apologize, I'm just the type that watches Dateline religiously and I've never been this close to the real thing. Tilles took another bite and chased it with the delicious coffee as if he couldn't help himself. Against his judgment, his lifelong affection for Earth a kit swayed him enough to slide Wayne Gilcrest's jacket to Vera. You owe me a free refill, Tilles winked. Vera sifted through the phonebook-thick density of Gilcrest's rap sheet. Tilles finished his plate and exhaled with satisfaction. Then he pulled out his archaic note-keeping method, a yellow legal pad and blue ink pen, and asked a few questions. First, he asked where the Weirling Woods police headquarters was, an address she knew without a flinch. Odd, but she did say she'd lived there her entire life. Next, he asked about securing a helicopter to canvas the vast woods beyond town, again receiving a direct answer. This surprised him because of the abnormality of the request. What about the odds of securing updated maps of the town? She'd print them right off the computer in the back office, no problem. Everything was seamless. Then Tilles asked where the nearest homeless shelter was. To this, Vera turned her head the way a confused dog does. What does that mean, Joe? Tilles thought it was obvious, but then remembered citizens didn't think like cops did. Well, if a fugitive needs a free meal and a cot without ID, a homeless shelter would be the next place I'd check after the local jails. So where might I find the nearest homeless shelter? Again, confusion plastered Vera s face. I m not trying to understand what you're saying, Sheriff. Are you looking for the animal shelter? His mind spoke to him. Was she joking? She didn't know what a homeless shelter was? She couldn't actually be a moron, could she? Well, of course she could. The waitress was wired bad.  It s okay, Vera. I'll ask your sheriff, Tilles said. No, she interjected. What are... I don't understand that word. What is homeless? Why would someone not have a home?  Like, she looked at Joe's Stetson hat and then his empty plate. It s like if I said, Hey, hand me that hat spoon. It makes no sense. What is... I don't know. I guess I m confused. Whatever you re talking about must be something they do or you re from. I ve never heard of it. Tilles stared at her in silence. Again, he spoke to himself and thought, She s confused. Step into the boots of this old cop. Was she actually trying to make this believable? Or maybe playing a game? Was he to believe that she had no knowledge not only of a homeless shelter but the concept of being homeless itself? This doesn't pass the old smell test. From the vantage of a lawman, Vera suddenly seemed quite suspicious. Vera, who s the poorest man in Weirdling Woods? You have people who beg for money on the streets? They have runaways? Why would anyone need to beg for money? There s an ATM on every corner and who s running from what?  Tilles felt a bit creeped out and suddenly began to feel the eyes of fellow diners and staff on him, real or imagined. He stayed for a bit and continued to flirt though his heart wasn t in it. It was a distraction tactic to make it seem as though everything was normal in case he needed to retrace his step. It was better to appear as a friend than foe. Any cop could tell you that. Tilles managed some small talk for a while, followed by directions to the motel and a generous tip. He felt like he had to be anywhere but that diner and relief overcame him the moment he stepped onto the sidewalk.  Vera s silhouette could be seen in the window, watching. Weirdos, he said aloud. His stomach rumbled and he was hungry once more for the minced meat pie. I thought he never imagined he d have. What a perfect nickname. He sure can cook though. Within seconds, the diner was in his rear-view mirror. Morning crashed in with only a few minutes of sleep. Tilles was grumpy but the hunt had to begin. He located the memorable named coffee shop and ordered two cups of that hypnotic blend from last night and poured them into an empty big gulp cup. He thought he might have dreamt about the coffee as it held his mind hostage with craving the moment he pried his eyes open. A sedan was left at the coffee shop and he opted to walk the town. It was a nice enough day and the rain had subsided. Besides, running into Wayne Gilchrist on the street was not an insane improbability. How glorious would that be, killing the cancer of Grover s Mill for Alice, for the residents, for himself. The gritty detective he once was began to emerge from his cocoon. Weirdling Woods was a nice place if not eccentric. Hipsters and yuppies commingled with senior citizens and children in blue collar types. It was a United Nations of diversity. Not one of the citizens had a facial tattoo, which was nice. If that wasn t a trend, locating Gilchrist would be easier, no matter how well the murderous misfit had disguised himself. After all, a scorpion tattoo on a man s cheek was not cosmetic blemish that could easily be hidden. Some areas of town were a complete circus. On Elm Street, the circus reference was almost literal. For no discernible reason, caricature artists and bodybuilders and acrobats and men on unicycles sauntered about. It reminded Tyllis of the Venice Beach Boardwalk. Then he hit Lampkin Lane and was met with silence and an eerie calm that made it seem as if God had paused that particular section of the planet. The layout of the city was amazing. Joe imagined it was designed by a zany madman architect who wanted everything in one place whether it belonged or not. On one side was the ocean, the other mountainous pillars of snow-capped trees. In the middle was a flurry of skyscrapers and clusters of suburbia. Peaking atop the tallest trees in the forest was a set of concrete gargoyle towers. Tyllis asked to pass her by what it connected to. The woman seemed incredulous, insinuating this was information everyone ought to know. Marlar man or tourist, she said, without stopping her brisk pace. It clicked. That name. The diner was on the main drag, he thought, Marlar Avenue. Whoever this Marlar person was sure had left an imprint. I wonder if he is Oz in this fantasy of a town. Tyllis attempted to ask the dismissive and quickly banishing lady if he could visit the place, just out of curiosity, and another resident, an older man walking his Doberman nearby, interjected himself into the exchange. Buddy, will he Marlar man or alone in these parts? It's a respect thing to honor Ruben Marlar and his contributions to our utopia. Of course there's no law stopping you from visiting, I suppose, assuming you could find it, but then you might end up in the unsettled, and that's a dangerous gambit. You know they give trolley tours over on Woodsboro Road. Would you like me to show you? My father-in-law runs the tour. Walk with me, young man. Tyllis tipped his hat like a gentleman and said thanks, but no thanks. His thoughts scrambled again. His father-in-law? The old man had to be pushing 90. Was his father-in-law Methuselah? The gorgeous landscape can't be denied, but man, this town is as bizarre as it is beautiful. Eventually he landed at the police department and, having done his homework, asked to see Chief Nicholas Castle. The disinterested clerk informed him that the chief wasn't available, so the old sheriff pulled his badge and used his status to inquire about any recent arrests. The woman seemed confused, arrests, not since I've been here, and that's been 19 years, come may. Who did you say you were with, unbelievably thought, or maybe said aloud. It was unbelievable to tell us a town of respectable size, a popular town, a famous town, and no arrests. He looked at his coffee and began to wonder if it had indeed been spiked. This woman was the police facsimile of Vera at the diner, at least in personality, not as pretty, of course, but the notion of arrests was as foreign to this policewoman as the concept of transient people was to Vera. He rubbed his eyes, a nervous tick employed when frustrated. The clerk began to pepper him with questions that he didn't hear. Behind her, some ways, creeping through a slightly ajar door, he could see the filled jail cells through a squint. Only, they were filled with boxes and files, not inmates. It was storage, extra storage, and nothing else. Then he made the mistake of asking the clerk something he already knew what the answer would be. What is homeless, sir? I don't understand the question. Tillis walked more that day than he had in years, mostly because he was lost. It felt like he was in that maze from the shining. His encounters so far had rendered everyone in town abnormal. Now everyone seemed suspicious, even a group of children playing Red Rover. Was this a Twilight Zone episode? How could such pedestrian things be non-existent to these people? Hunger pangs informed the top cop that it was lunchtime, and suddenly he had a hankering for that mincemeat pie. Again, a strange hankering which would have puzzled him at the entire trip so far not been a deep dive into the murky waters of peculiarity. Everyone he asked was pleasant, but not much help. After all, with diner as the only descriptor, his request was quite vague. The hunger grew with his frustration until he remembered his culinary's Sophie's Choice when he asked a taco truck vendor for directions to the diner's next door neighbor, Bruno's Pizza. The request was granted, even though the vendor seemed depressed to be guiding someone to a rival restaurant. Always about the mincemeat pie, the vendor mumbled as Tillis walked off, somehow aware of the sheriff's actual destination. Covered in sweat when he finally arrived, Tillis' eyes whitened. Had a comedic double take from a generic sitcom applied to real life, this was the time. There was Bruno's on the left, there was no doubt about that, even the flickering powder blue bee on the neon sign told him he was in the same place as last night. To the right though, well, there was an empty storefront, not recently empty either, thick build-ups of dust on the window and the construction mess inside told that story. His debts and hat could have flown off from this ominous site. How? It makes no sense, he thought. There's no doubt that this is the right place, right? It has to be, unless Bruno's is a franchise, but the exact letter flickering from the neon? What is going on? Okay Joe, he continued to negotiate with himself. You're under stress. Wayne Gilchrist is somewhere within reach and you're losing it with your anxiety. It was a long drive, you barely slept, it doesn't make sense. Think about it, the weight of Grover's mill is on your shoulders and it's giving you the yips.  No, that's your brain closing in on you, old man. It isn't real. You need sleep or whiskey, get either immediately. Tilda said no idea how to use a rideshare service and the sedan was somewhere across town, so it was a dash of nostalgic relief when he saw the yellow cab. Look over motel please, he said upon flagging the driver down. It was time for a nap. The bounty could wait a few hours. Tilda's hadn't gone this long without food since… ever. Waking up from his nap as Dusk set in, the guilt he felt was his own fault. Now he had set himself back several hours in his manhunt. Gilchrist might not even be in Weirdling Woods anymore. He had checked into the motel under a pseudonym with no real information given, but there was every chance that the escaped convict had become the hunter and was watching the old sheriff. Their history was quite Marvel versus DC, Coke versus Pepsi, only much bloodier, he hoped. Blood would spill, certainly. That would be the only true resolution to their war. As his third ex-wife once said, One truth can never be changed, Wayne Gilchrist will forever live inside the sheriff. The usual groan followed as his body creaked and struggled upright. Sundown fell on the windowsill and the wasted time disgusted him. It was well beyond time to hunt. A mental cursory check ensued after a quick freshen up. Keys, firearm, cuffs, taser, new maps, tracking monitor… where was the broken monitor? Normal people would dash into an instant panic over a missing item, but being trained in rational thought, as well as a stout believer in Occam's razor, Tillis remembered feeling like the room was different earlier before his nap. Then he remembered the flashing red light from the motel phone, a flashing light that beaconed a voicemail from the front desk. Interesting. His mind raced. Was the gadget still broken? Maybe suffering from some wonky malfunction that caused an outburst as it died? Or was a miracle afoot? Could it possibly still be attached to Gilchrist? Could Gilchrist still be here somewhere near? Butterflies attacked his gut. The dance was back on. Tillis followed a wraparound sidewalk toward the front desk when something called from the corner of his eye. He recognized the man immediately, not the fugitive Gilchrist, but an obvious transient man rummaging through dumpsters down an adjacent alley on the back end of the motel. Eyes were locked as the transient man also noticed Tillis.  No homeless people, my butt! Tillis thought. Validation overcame him. He was not crazy nor imagining things. The collective sanity, or worse, the curious intent of the townspeople to hide something, however, was a question that needed an answer when all this was finished. He quickly retrieved the tracking device from Arnie and asked the front desk clerk to call a cab to take him to his car. Rapid speed was detected on the ankle monitor while he waited for his chariot. Tillis turned to the skinny man behind the counter. Arnie, right? Let me ask you a question. Are there any trains that come through town, maybe that head out west like, say, earlier today? Arnie scratched his wispy mustache and thought, yes sir, in fact there is like clockwork, a freight line. Yep, I do believe I heard the whistle today, in fact, yes sir. Tillis grimaced and grinned in one motion. Gilchrist. The trail was hot now. It was also speeding away at 90 miles per hour. Arnie, the desk jockey, asked, Mr. Matthews, can I follow up your question with one of my own? Lost in planning and waiting for the cab, Tillis barely heard the man but obliged. You got it, partner. Arnie cleared his throat, obviously nervous. Why do you have a picture of Jake? I'm a little skieved out by that. Tillis turned to face him. Jake? Yes, sir. Arnie replied with apprehension. I wasn't snooping, but when I went into your room earlier to stop that beeping, I couldn't help but notice all the stuff laid out on your bed. And you had a picture of Jake and, well, it spooked me. Tillis rifled through his duffel in a hurry and pulled out a mugshot of Gilchrist. Arnie, is this the Jake you're talking about? Yes, sir. Arnie replied after a cursory glance. Playing his day, is everything okay? Arnie, is Jake a guest at the motel? He was, till about a day or so ago. Nice young man, didn't expect that niceness. What with the bug tattoo on his face? Sure seems like it'd be counterproductive to get in a job. Probably why he tried to get a free night on credit, on account of no job, I reckon. Is everything okay with Jake? Why do you have that photo?  This representing his expired badge again, Tillis used his confidence and expired credentials to gain entry into room 217, where Wayne Gilchrist had holed up like the rat he was. The Jillbird left no clues other than a three musketeers wrapper that housekeeping had missed. In minutes, the fast-working former sheriff had the final destination of the train Gilchrist had to be on. In his possession, he had a photocopy of the shoddy, fake ID Gilchrist constructed on the run. Worse than anything, the sheriff had the nauseating feeling of cruel irony, since he'd missed the escaped con by a day in the same motel at that. A late taxi and inescapable dark skies widened the gap between lawman and criminal, and that gap couldn't be closed by automobile. So Tillis first asked Arnie about the airport, then where he might find a bite to eat. I'll write out a shortcut to the airport, Arnie said as it began scribbling on scrap paper. There's an amazing diner on Marlar Avenue. Have you tried our minced meat pie yet? It's a weirdling wood staple, and I like theirs the best, though some prefer Magnanus. Both are great, but the one on Marlar Avenue partners with Hamilton's fish market, and friend, Hamilton's adds a touch of thanks again, Arnie. Tillis interrupted as the taxi pulled in. He couldn't help but think. I'm on a candy camera. Or LSD. What's with the folks here and all the bizarre quirks? Enough with the minced meat pie already. This town. It seemed silly as he fired up to Sedan and exited the coffee shop parking lot, especially having just judged Arnie and the entire town, but he had to have that pie before leaving. It was the kind of meal that you thought about instantly after finishing, wondering why you hadn't ordered more. Pulling out of the coffee shop, with what he affectionately referred to as a cup of me, Joe was immediately immersed in a traffic jam. His analytical mind again spoke to him. Of course, use the log jam to plot and plan your maneuvering, though never waste time, old man.  Inching along, Tillis booked a direct flight to Fresno from the gadget he hated. The phone should just be a phone he'd long ago decided, that he was able to navigate through the booking process at all was more of a miracle than Fatima. Flying to Fresno was the only way to beat the train and ambush Gilcrest. How glorious it would be, the look on the scumbag's face as he flung open the boxcar door to meet a smiling Sheriff Tillis. His traffic came down to one lane, Tillis was stuck in the merging lane, where people would fight to the death to box him out. For a moment he seriously considered slapping the old siren atop the roof of the car, but that was illegal. Sometimes it was hard to reconcile retirement. So, like a good citizen, he waited with impatience and crawled forward with his horn honking hand-armed. At least the flight was a late one, according to the computer on his phone as he double-checked. The Sheriff knew he shouldn't be on the thing while driving and tossed it in the back. Finally, some generous soul let him pass and the crawl graduated to a snail's pace. When he finally reached the breakout point, the reason for the jam was familiar and clear. Two Weirdling Woods patrol cars had blocked the lane to conduct a car search and had obviously found some illicit treasure, a conclusion based on body language and the perp in the back cage of a patty wagon. No arrests in 19 years, huh? What is it you're up to, Weirdling?  You'll be an afterthought soon enough. Then, as if driven on autopilot in a fever dream, Tillis found himself parked on Marlar Avenue. To the left was Bruno's Pizza, the powder blue B flickering inside the sign with familiarity. To the right, a bustling restaurant with the simple word diner on the marquee. Hey, Batman, the usual? Fear a welcome, Tillis, from across the diner like he was a native weirdo as he sat down at the same table as before. He was spooked at the reanimation the diner had seemed to undertake but decided to keep his emotions reserved, per usual. Certainly a logical explanation existed. A long flight lie ahead and he could figure out the magic trick then. For now, he'd mentally tasted the famous Weirdling Woods mincemeat pie since last night and it was time to will those thoughts into action. Forget being spooked or shaken. Hunger checkmated creep factor at that moment. You know it, young Eartha. Keep an extra one hot for carry out as well, will you, sugar? Vera smiled and perched her lips in obvious flirtation. Confirmation of the order came with a wink. Not three times by Tony Orlando and Don come from the jukebox. Tillis removed the Stetson hat from his head as a gentleman does and admitted a quiet groan as he settled. Something all older men were inclined to do. That special weird dark roast coffee hit the table before he could get comfortable and he wasted no time sipping on his third bean juice of the day. Vera once again pulled out the chair next to him and settled in. Tillis glanced at the room wondering if such an act kept her from other customers. He sort of hoped it did. That make him the target of genuine flirtatious acts and for that he'd be a willing and elated bullseye. So have you been working all day? Tillis asked as he took another sip. Cop stuff again. He told himself to lay off but couldn't fight his nature. Maybe he'd figure out why that same bustling diner was a dilapidated shell earlier after all. His innocuous police questioning. A liar held many tells and he was always primed. No, I just got in for the dinner, Rush. I'm a night owl. Daylight doesn't work well with me. How about you? How'd your work go today? Any luck finding your man? You've seen enough dateline to know I can't reveal that info, Vera. Had it out tonight though. Sorry to say, Fresno. I'm sure the coffee will be terrible. Well, that's not what I wanted to hear. I'd hope to see you stick around for a while. No info, little old me. I suppose you're right about dateline, but then again, you're not a cop anymore. You're Batman, right? Batman would never keep anything from Catwoman, just plain manners. Tillis played it cool. To be honest, Vera, I was never big on that goofy show. Too cartoony. Vera, the kid of my imagination, is less Catwoman and more the Santa Baby version. Some pressing work issue caught Vera's attention. As she rose, she smirked at Tillis. Don't go expecting me to serenade you in some sultry voice, Sheriff. I wouldn't want to soil your fantasy with my off-key screeching. I'll be back with your dinner in a sec, hon. With a third time in 24 hours, Tillis watched her walk away, and for the third time he enjoyed every second of it. It took great comfort in that she revealed no signs of deception according to his years of studying body language. That would be his excuse if she caught him staring at her. Body language study. From his briefcase, he pulled his yellow legal pad and organized his flight details. Then he checked the ankle monitor. Gilcrest was chugging along the rails at great speed. Soon, weighing, he mused, very soon we'll meet again. His old bloodhound has a few more bites left in him. Vera returned with the coveted mincemeat pie until us grabbed the plate from her hands before it could be set on the table. Like a sommelier inspecting a vintage wine, he inhaled the scrumptious aroma and let the smell burn the inside of his nose. Vera, you gotta give me the recipe before I go. Do you take bribes? Vera cast a sly grin. We'll see, Sheriff. The thing is, Catwoman would share such privileged information with Batman, but I'm more of a Santa baby earthy kit, so it'll never work. Even if your belly and white beard are so very Santa. Enjoy your dinner, Joe. Touche, he thought, in his sudden solitude as she disappeared. She was a feisty one, very quick indeed. He thought, I'll definitely have to stay longer next time, just in case our stars might align. As he enjoyed the first bite, he imagined Gilcrest in an empty boxcar honing in on the Rocky Mountains, thinking he'd escaped justice again. Near the Rocky Mountains in reality at that exact moment, an empty boxcar was indeed fast approaching, an ankle monitor scraping the floor with every twist and turn to the tracks. It was attached to an ankle that belonged to a leg. The leg was not attached to anything at all, a mere bloody stump. Back at the diner, Tillis mentally compiled his day as if filing a report. Old habits and all. What a town, he whispered to himself. No runaways, no homeless, no inmates. Yet I've seen those people without an inkling of doubt. But the jails are empty. Shelters non-existent, it just doesn't add up. One step closer to Gilcrest though, that's what's important. He's within reaching distance. He's in my sights. I'm just waiting to pull the trigger.  The utensil itself lingering inches from his mouth, looming in suspension and waiting to be eaten as he remained buried in his thoughts. I just wish I could know before I leave. I've seen drifters, man criminals, and everything weirdling woods denies. So if I just knew where, for my own sanity, where, where do all of those people go? In the reflection of the hot coffee that nestled still in his mug, if one were to look, a large chunk of white meat hanging from the fork revealed a very clear imprint of a scorpion. Then the ink-stained flesh was in Tillis' mouth. As his next ex-wife would one day say, one truth can never be changed. Wayne Gilcrest will forever live inside the sheriff. This was just one of numerous stories to be released in the weirdling woods universe written by John Allen. More stories will, of course, be featured here in the Weird Darkness podcast in the weeks and months to come. You can also find all of the stories in the Weirdling Woods book, coming soon to bookstores and online retailers, in paperback, hardback, ebook, and audiobook versions. In the pages, you'll also find a bonus story at the end which will not be used in the podcast, along with a fun list of Easter eggs to look out for within the stories. You can contact me, Darren Marlar, other John Allen, or learn more about this series at WeirdlingWoods.com. All stories in the Weirdling Woods series are written by John Allen, theme music written and recorded by Nicholas Gasperini, also known as horror composer Me You on YouTube. If you like this series, please share it with others and leave a rating and review of the series in the podcast app you listen from. Doing so helps Weirdling Woods get noticed. Weirdling Woods is a registered trademark, copyright Weird Darkness. I'm Darren Marlar. Thanks for walking with me through Weirdling Woods.


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Welcome back to my channel guys. It's your girl Coco styles and on this channel. We talk about beauty fashion lifestyle and styling I want to jump in by first thing guys. I I've had my room this way for a couple of weeks now and I Absolutely love it. Okay, so let's talk about having all of your stuff in one room and how important it is Before I had actually a regular walk-in closet and I had some stuff in him Which were my tops and it was just not functional When I do have clients I you know I explain to them what a functional wardrobe looks like but I really that's more so of pieces in your closet But to be honest you have to have a functional wardrobe as far as things being in certain places also being organized But in today's video, I wanted to just quickly come on here and talk about fall boots guys so I have boots Not a whole lot of boots because I've just learned over the years that certain boots are always just gonna be around They're never gonna go out of style But I wanted to jump in and talk about fall boots for my girls who got Big old feet. Okay Big feet in your feeder potentially like kind of wide These are some of the brands that I do Currently purchase you guys know I have the stowed boots out I've come probably show those again in the Jennifer Lee boots over there But I'm gonna just open up this and you guys know this is let me move this camera over just a little bit So you guys can see over here All right, let's start from let's start from the top So for my ladies who have big feet I am a size 11 and What I do with these is I typically wear these with Nothing that has too much material inside of On my pants. Sorry. Just had a brain freeze And the reason why is because this part of the boot is very narrow. Okay Listen These are Alexander Berman Sorry, not Alexander Alexander Berman. Um, I had a brain freeze They're not the widest boot. However, if you do have a slightly wider foot You can size up actually and it does give you a little bit room They do say that you don't have to size if you size up it doesn't matter But I find that when I do size up it just gives me a little bit more wiggle room and especially in the zipper area the stove boots were Remember I brought them in red first and I had to send them back. I was so upset Oh, cuz I had one pre-order and it was so cute But and I got a size 11 which is still bigger than my size But the zipper was just like really snug. So when I sized up is the product really really well So these are some Alexander Alexander Berman boots They have like a little bow Like a little knot here They do have a zipper. I'm not the biggest fan of boots with strings with zippers I mean like why but in this case it's needed. I'm gonna tell you why Can you guys see This little thing right here. That's on both sides And let me tell you These they're going strings are so they were so in here So tight that I had to like try to unloose them But then I couldn't even take this out to like skip some holes at the top um Uh-oh, it's out of focus That's cuz I moved out of focus So it was really hard for me like kind of loosen this up because I couldn't release this piece right here But these are really nice now I always find that I wear these with skirts because it's so fitted here and or leather leggings Typically, let me see I have a pair of leather leggings from BCVD But if you if you like regular leggings, that's fine But I would prefer something that has a little bit more style to it that way I don't I just don't like I don't like leggings I'm not even gonna lie Those are probably the only leggings that I own in this house besides gym pants Let me see. I actually can show you guys. I can because I'm in my room now my closet This is my master master So these are from Can you guys see these I Had these for so many years from BCBG and They're just like Leather leggings the back is cloth cotton, which is perfect. Um, but I had these for so long They just started getting a little Little raggedy And I think I purchased these in 20 2013 or 2014 this is what I say about buying good quality. It doesn't necessarily Have to be a certain name brand the reason why I purchased these was because They were long and what size of that guy got a medium If I could find these again, I would be so happy because they were long and they were about They were about $200 at 175 or 200 something like that, but it was fine because I Was just happy to find something that was you know Long but a good pair of Kind of like more Chunky-hill boots with some strings are really good to have So all that's good for someone with a wider foot And like I said, if you do have really wide feet and if it does have a zipper It can actually cause more issues than good because sometimes a zipper won't differ up But if it had two strings, you can just slide your foot in it may work a little bit better So these are Alexandra Berman and these are a size 42 because His shoes weren't kind of small or her shoes his shoes. I don't even know Um, I don't even want to show you these because these are super old And I kind of feel like they come back out But I never wore these and I probably never am going to wear them So they're probably gonna go on my posh mark store. These are some old Jessica Simpson boots But to be quite honest They're really nice But I just I was never really into the whole platform thing. Can you guys see? I'm not really into platform, but They were so dag on high, but these are not something that I'm going to wear. I'm gonna sell these So I keep I still keep them good, you know, even though I'm gonna sell them. All right, so let's jump into some of my Toad color boots and these are Who are these why mark Fisher and I got these in an 11 That's what I'm saying like it really just depends on the shoe Something told me to get a 42 in the other ones and an 11 in these But these have a really small heel very small and they're like a taupe beige color They're really nice guys. Look at this These are kind of like Tamara Mellon boots They just the leather on these are really nice and I showed you guys these the last video in black if you did not watch that video Go watch that But I definitely love these Size 11 if you guys have a big foot I'm gonna try to see if I can find something similar to all of these boots for you guys because these are old But like us well a couple of years. I do buy things that can go for the next season This is why I use neutral colors and I'll do a pop of something here and there so those are those and then They're so soft guys, and then I had the same ones in black same size 11 and I've worn these a quite a few times now I Gotta stop walking the way I walk listen. Look at that. I don't jack the tip the tip up Now I think it's really small. I get the average. I can't see it, but I'm all in the camera So you guys can see that Also supple really really soft One thing I say a lot of boots are not made 100% leather anymore But if it's gonna be like a vegan leather, let it be a good vegan mother because you don't want it to start cracking and stuff like that You know on you and Those are sort of those two boots are calf calf cap height and then here are My Stuart Weissman boots. These are the icon. I don't want to say iconic. They're classic boots um chunky heel I Got a size It says 11, but I could have sworn I Got a 10 and a half It's saying a size 11. I Don't know out Now I'm confused cuz I swore up and down I got a 10 and a half and the reason why was because I um I Remember when I put them on it just it felt so Different, let me see But you guys know Stuart Weissman does carry wide shoes So if you are a person that has wide feet definitely check them out Now if you don't like super high heels, I wouldn't I wouldn't do it Let me see Then I could have sworn these was ten and a half Ten and a half wide. I don't even know now Maybe not but these these are actually really really nice like These are the stretch leather Can you guys see? It's like now. I've seen stretch leather and it's not really like stretch leather. I'm looking at that thing um But I don't know these are really nice. It's so dark in here now. Sorry guys I am the sun went down But these are really nice and then on the inside It's just like a little satin material That way can just like slide up your leg These are going to be worn quite a lot And the reason why cuz they're comfortable I swore I got a 10 and a half but it says an 11 But I I don't know they just think I don't know they felt really comfortable around my around my foot so Definitely good and I got these on sale You guys know these are like $900 But they're worth it because they're classic. They're classy some came back up. They're a classic Let me tell me do this cuz this this looks really dark Hold on guys. Let me see if I can add a little bit of light To this unless you guys really don't mind how it um Just put it one time So those of those And as far as now fall here in Atlanta is kind of It's in between so personally I would still wear like mules and like a peep toe um so Just depending on the weather because it's like up and down Okay, so now here are my Charles Davis. These are an 11 as well Can you guys see these and I have these in two colors? These are like Super when I tell you I love these I don't need a stiletto. Okay, cuz I am 42 and my back is like Don't do it so yes Let me come closer so you can and this has like a small zipper here and Doesn't go all the way up but enough for you to get your foot in now. Let me tell you about zippers. I Don't like Exposed zippers don't like them. I think um This one is not so bad Okay, and I'll show you why it's not bad. This one is not so bad because I Don't know if you guys can see Usually sometimes there's a lot of space on the side of the zipper and this one doesn't have that So it's it's it's really good. So that's that's pretty good But if they would have had that little layer of leather over it, it would have looked even better So those are the brown ones and then I have them in black as well and I think I I Showed those in a video me wearing those actually wore like black and white that day it's went to be really simple So same thing the zipper and it does have The thing here if your calves are really thick But these are also really really nice Just nice boots Listen, I like to find nice boots for women who have larger feet That's good quality and that's because I'm not trying to Keep buying boots and shoes over and over you guys seen the stove boots are ready. I Have my Jennifer Lee boots which let me grab those Let me grab let me grab the Jennifer Lee boots. I know you guys seen them a while ago, but these boots are like Oh, you know what I have a couple of Forgot, but I'm not gonna show all of them. I'm gonna show you guys these again really quick because These love these boots guys. I know these is fresh And I'm using fresh Now these could actually be worn with Remember that um, yeah That's why sometimes Now it's a bit overkill But if you really wanted to just stand out one day, you could definitely do this together You can or you could just do a plain red blazer But I know me I like to go for something a little bit different some days um Definitely go for that, but what's that really nice? These were kind of high, but they're very comfortable and I got these and a Child I don't know these things say a 43. I don't I don't even know. Oh, I think her 43 was a 12 because I remember sending her a message because it was like Conflict of information, but these are actually really really comfortable They're so cute, right? These are like, let me see. I got like a little leather here. It can go with this leather here. Yeah, I have a lot of things that That and this is just a crop leather. So if I decided to wear the checkered Tartan the tartan blazer I can do that or I can do like a Little crop blazer with like a shirt hanging out or whatever Because the browns actually go perfect Can you guys see the brown? I Don't know if you guys can see Yeah Perfect color. Um, then you guys know I have that other red blazer but Listen, I don't go outside like I should Like I should Listen, it'll be nothing going on in the streets, but the last time I actually bought this I wore the Checkered Shack it But yeah, so those are some of my boots that I'm gonna be rocking this fall Like I said, you guys stole the stowed boots and let's see And from this side, let's close this sometimes So the Billy bookshelf You guys know it's not like as long as the pack system. Um, if I do replace this I probably don't when I move And then I'm still gonna keep pumps in my arsenal Which will probably be Just some simple Classic and I I wore these to the ground and these are Sam Edelman. So you guys know Sam Edelman has goes up to a size 12 I have that color And Of course, I have black simple black and you can wear pumps in the fall guys, okay and Well, and I have them in like a A pretty Like, I don't know.  These are old, but I still wear them like when I just want to be like comfortable It's just a low booty But that's it the rest of this stuff, I probably won't wear in the um in fall Still have like a nude pair. This is not my nude, but I still like to wear them and then I have These booties here. I wore these recently and these are simple. They have like a little silver Button I mean zipper on again that hidden actually, let me see Who has a hidden zipper Even if you have the zipper on the back, it looks a lot better. It's just more stylish. It looks more more expensive Actually, oh, I think the stove boots may have a hidden zipper Yeah But Yes, so these Rebecca Minkoff shoes, I love these these are so cute. She has a hidden Zipper see the back now you see it a little bit, but it does have the leather That's probably you see because my feet so fat, but there's leather here to cover The zipper right it's really nice. This is actually a really really nice shoe Love these And I can wear these in the fall too. I can But that's it. I just wanted to kind of show you guys some of my fall boots Um, I didn't style them or anything. I just wanted to show fall boots for women who have larger feet if you are a size 10 to a 12 10 is easy to find but when it starts hitting signs 11 it becomes really difficult for us ladies who got big old feet This is my water. Hmm. Listen This is so random But if you are a person who drinks spring water and you don't want to buy water in like the Plastic try finding a local spring water company in your area and Getting water in the glass bottle spring water Mm-hmm But that's it guys That's it, and I think the other boots I have are Tori birch but they're just like Kind of chill boots nothing like Nothing dressy They're like red strings or whatever if you guys want to see them, I can show them to you. Let me grab them Let's grab them. This is kind of like actually that's so far down guys I can't even grab them Maybe I can't Just for you guys and these are old, but I'll tell you this I'll say this when I tell you I fell in love with these Moments, I thought them They may not be everybody's cup of tea. This is why I say style is Better than fashion because style is unique to the individual And fashion is a collective everybody's pretty much doing the same thing, right? So Look at these now. Don't judge cuz I like them. I wear stuff like this and I was so thirsty for these boots. I Think they were like 500 Yeah, they just they're so cute and I'll tell you a story the reason why I wanted them So they have a little Tori birch thing here the reason why I wanted these was because Like some years back when I was in New York, there was a pair of Tim's Timberlands They came up to like the knee a little bit underneath and they were just like this, but they were gray Swayed and they had red strings and they were so cute. Oh my god, but this is one. I want to be dressed down But that's it guys, so yes, if you have a bigger foot Definitely, if you know anybody that has big feet and it kind of slightly wide send them to my channel I don't post as much style videos like I used to I'm just trying to get back into the hang of it because I'm my page is like kind of like all over but If you know anybody with a big old feet Send them my way. I definitely helped them in standing in some ideas and brands That cater to us Um, and I don't know if this is really the case, but I kind of feel like it This is gonna sound so crazy. Like the more I see Like gay men and stuff like that They usually have larger feet So I don't know if the sizes are going Because they are grabbing them first or they could possibly be getting a custom made But I just feel like the largest sizes are just going fast or you know, we get older Our feet start to spread Your shoe size changes so that could be it too But I don't know who knows let me know what you think about that But your girl is in her closet today, and I'm super happy that I do have everything in here If you guys have an extra room in your home, I would say go ahead and do it well for those of my ladies who got big feet Try out some of those brands that I just showed you. You won't be disappointed. They're really good quality I look at everything when I'm buying a shoe If it's not good quality if that heel is looking a little shaky, I'm just not gonna do it I'm not the biggest girl, but I am heavy I'm tall so I can't go and buy a shoe from a shoe dazzle or Just any place that's cheaper. It has to be quality made And I guess the all brands are not created equal even designer brands. They don't make the best quality So happened these Mark Fisher boots and these um, what did I say these were? they These are Mark Fisher wait on both of these Mark Fisher I Think so. Oh, no Charles David so Charles David um These were those were really nice as well So Charles David has to Charles by Charles David those don't get those go for the straight Charles David one They're more money Quality is better. So anyway, that's it guys. So let me know what you guys think about this video Make sure you are liking the video if you're not following me guys or subscribe. Make sure you subscribe to my channel Trust me. I see you.  So Make sure you guys are doing that. I know it's scary, but it is what it is. We have to do it And also try to stay away from certain foods like sugars dairy snow good guys But I just wanted to throw that in there because we are in October And you guys know breast cancer is near and dear to my heart because of my mom But I do want women to go ahead and go get tested and don't be afraid to go get tested guys I know it's scary, but we got to do it. It'll make you feel better knowing that you've got it done, but If you like videos like this, please comment below and if you say to the end of this video, please comment Coco, we see you don't forget to follow me on Instagram my Coco styles and why and Coco styles NYC and My blog Coco styles NYC and my style and services Coco styles and why and I'll catch you guys on the next one Bye guys


The leaders of the United States and Germany on Thursday announced they were sending armored fighting vehicles to Ukraine, ramping up military support for Kiev to repel Russian forces after a similar move by France earlier this week. In a joint statement, after a call between President Joe Biden and Chancellor Olaf Scholz, the United States said it would provide Ukraine with Bradley infantry fighting vehicles, while Germany would provide Marder infantry fighting vehicles. Both countries agreed to train Ukrainian soldiers on how to use them, it said. While Germany would also supply a Patriot air defense battery to Ukraine, which has scored some battlefield successes since Russian forces invaded last February, but has asked allies for heavier weapons to defend itself. President Biden and Chancellor Scholz expressed their common determination to continue to provide the necessary financial, humanitarian, military and diplomatic support to Ukraine for as long as needed, the statement said. The decision was announced after Scholz's government faced a chorus of calls from his three-way coalition to beef up military support for Ukraine after France announced it was sending light AMX-10 RC armored combat vehicles. Scholz has ramped up defense spending and sent eight weapons to Ukraine since the invasion, but has, like other Western powers, sometimes hesitated before supplying powerful weapons for fear of risk and direct conflict with Russia. He has also made it clear that he did not want to go it alone on sending heavy weapons to Ukraine, and that he would coordinate deliveries with other members of the NATO alliance. On a visit to London, German Foreign Minister Anna Lena Berbock said Ukraine must be giving weapons not only to defend itself, but also to liberate areas under Russian occupation.


Spooky CIA documents from the days during and after World War II appear to validate the claim that the Nazi Party had alien technology in the form of high-speed craft that is far faster than any known aerodynamics of today. Wait, do you hear this? Unsealed documents from the U.S. by-agency reveal intelligence officials probed claims about Adolf Hitler's advanced technology. Nazi flying saucers appear twice in the CIA's trove of documents as part of their investigations into UFOs. CIA spooks mark the information as un-evaluated, but the claims made in the files are extraordinary. Modern myths have long been associated with Hitler's secret technology without outrageous claims going as far to allege the Nazis landed on the moon. Adolf Hitler's crew of astronauts allegedly flew to the orbital body in an exo-atmospheric rocket saucer as early as 1942. Conspiracy theorist Vladimir Trezynsky claims to have evidence of the Third Reich's successful trip to the moon. So proclaimed as an engineer and physicist, the Bulgarian researcher alleges Hitler's spacemen colonized part of the lunar surface. Files reveal claims the Nazis had a flying saucer that was capable of reaching heights of 12,400 meters in three minutes with speeds of up to 2,500 miles per hour. CIA files compiled interviews with a German engineer named George Klein from between March 11 and May 20, 1952. Declassified files recount his testimony, which was published in newspapers in Greece, Iran, and the Congo. Klein claims the Third Reich actually successfully carried out a test of their flying saucer in Prague on Valentine's Day 1945. The Czech capital was liberated just months later by the Soviet Union's advancing Red Army. CIA files reveal Klein claimed that the aircraft reached an altitude of 12,400 meters within three minutes and a speed of 1,370 miles per hour. Klein claimed the saucer could theoretically reach speeds of 2,500 miles per hour, which is more than three times the speed of sound. Exceeding Mach 3 would make the Nazi saucer almost twice as fast as the state-of-the-art F-35 warplane being rolled out in the US and UK. Klein claimed the saucer could take off vertically like a helicopter and had been in development since 1941. Modern myth links the development of Nazi saucers and experimental aircraft to the outbreak of the UFO phenomenon. Some claim the remnants of the Third Reich fled to South America under the guidance of SS Commander Hans Kamler. From secret bases in the Antarctic, the Nazis are claimed to continue testing their experimental weapons. UFO sightings from the area are alleged to be secret tests of experimental technology by the Nazis. It is well documented that this was a time when all the nations involved in World War II were immobilized in the development of heavily advanced technologies, trying to stay one step in front of their enemy constantly and leading to quantum advances and technological brilliance, which eventually would spread across the entire planet commercially. Is it inconceivable that the Nazis found advanced technology and were able to develop this technology incredibly fast? Perhaps this fell into the hands of the Russians before it did the Allies, and perhaps the Roswell incident was a crashed Russian UFO trying to use alien technology, and this is where it fell into American hands. Just a thought. As the Nazis tightened their grip on Germany in the 30s, the leader of the SS attended a presentation in Berlin. Heinrich Himmler could barely contain his excitement as a young archaeologist spouted an outlandish theory. He claimed to know the location of the mythical city of Atlantis, where a master race had lived before their paradise, was engulfed by the great flood, but a handful of survivors escaped and roamed the far corners of the earth, sowing the seeds of their civilization. For Himmler and his cronies, it was the perfect solution. At the heart of their Nazi creed was the conviction that the Aryan race, from which true Germans were said to be descended, was superior to all others. Yet there was one huge stumbling block. No one had ever uncovered any temples, scriptures, or artifacts to prove this ancient civilization existed. But if they found the evidence, the Nazis could establish their own religion to replace Christianity. For the next decade, Himmler led a shadowy project devoted to this bizarre theory. This unit called the Ancestral Heritage. Comprising archaeologists and scientists scoured the globe hunting for proof of the lost Aryans of Atlantis. Also driving this secret mission was the lure of securing the greatest prize of all, the Holy Grail. The work only came to light in 1945 when US soldiers uncovered thousands of files in a cave in central Germany. The contents were to shed light on why the Nazis started the Holocaust. He believed the discovery of similar-looking symbols in different parts of the world was no coincidence. Linking them was a single race which had lived in Atlantis in the Atlantic Ocean, somewhere between Portugal and Britain. An expedition was ordered to prove that survivors from Atlantis had fled to high parts of the world, determined never again to be caught out by the sea. He was sure descendants were living in Tibet. Sir Richard Evans, a historian at Cambridge University says, the Nazis saw world history in terms of a struggle between races and survival of the fittest. They thought all races were inferior to the Aryans. Himmler wanted to press forward with a new religion including sun worship and old gods. He wanted the SS to become a kind of cult or Aryan aristocracy. In Tibet, the SS team set about studying the local people using a checklist of facial features. They concluded that the Tibetans were descended from the Aryans. When members of the expedition arrived back in Munich a few weeks before the outbreak of war in 1939, they were treated like heroes. Is it possible that during these expeditions the Nazis found high technology that may not have been perceived as technology from the mind of a non-scientific civilization? What's going on guys? There is so much out there in terms of the ancient past and lost technology. It is almost like there is a struggle on this planet today to find these riches in order to advance civilization forward to a point in history that we were more advanced than we are today. The signs are literally everywhere staring right at us in the face. Let us know below what you are thinking and as always thank you for watching. The German Social Project was an offshoot of their advanced aviation.


When you ghost the narcissist This is how they feel it really depends on Whether you were the grade a primary source Or just a secondary source of supply to the narcissist if you were their grade a source Then they're really going to feel that if you ghost them because that would mean that you spent a lot of time with them and They're used to that lifestyle of being with you. So of course, they're going to miss it when you're gone When you ghost them because of course they do know the difference between What is good and what is bad for them? Especially after they've been with you for a certain amount of time they are aware of that so Yeah, if you were the primary source of supply their grade a they are going to feel it when you ghost them and If you were the secondary source They're probably not going to care so much Because they may not have spent much time with you Not enough time to Advance you to the primary position and another reason why they may not have done that is because in their minds You may not have been suitable So they're not going to care so much if you ghost them because also you have to consider that if you are the secondary source Then there's a fair chance that they have other secondary sources and you're not the only one and of course a Narcissist that has a lot of options in those situations, even if you were the primary source They may not they may not even care Even if they've been with you for years, they may not make much difference if they Have money or they're attractive And you know they've got a lot of options Why would they care If they have everything that they need Why would they be worried about you You've got to remember how narcissists think They are very arrogant in Their minds, they are the best thing since sliced bread so It's not that they need you and Their minds you are the one who needs them And if you want to leave if you want to walk out the door, that's on you. That's your mistake not theirs because they're gonna keep doing what they do and They're not going to let you affect that They're just gonna keep moving on and finding new sources. They're not gonna care about you in The way that you think They're not going to miss you as a person They never even took the time to get to know you but I can tell you that what they will miss is The benefits and conveniences that you provided to them they will miss your supply But they're not going to miss you as a person They're not going to get they're not going to care about that They never get to know anyone as a person because It means nothing to them They don't care and they're not just going to Suddenly start caring about you Just because you decided to ghost them that's not going to change anything if anything they will just become even more fake and You might get the fake apologies the false epiphanies They may do anything to try to get you back But that doesn't mean that they actually care Just because they're trying to get you back That doesn't mean anything Just means they might be bored or lonely and Then they'll just forget about you very quickly narcissists have Short-term memories so They can forget you from one moment to the next and The moment changes depending on their feelings and it doesn't matter how long you've known them or what you've done for them It doesn't make a difference They will forget you so easily and so quickly what they may not forget is Money Good sex They might not forget that too quickly But even then you're fighting and losing battle It's about you're not going to win Because whatever it is that you think you've got it just doesn't matter There's always someone With more money. There's always someone who Gives a better blow job and you just can't compete with that You can't There's always going to be someone who they deem to be better in some way So whatever it is that you thought you were providing to them. It's not as important as you think it was They will always find more they will always find better They're not going to value the things that you give to them in the way that you might think in The way that you might want and expect them to But if they catch on of course they'll play along and they they'll act like they're so sorry They understand now They didn't appreciate you they took you for granted And this time things are going to be different Don't fall for that. I can promise you that they are never Going to change and you can be sure of that they are never Going to change Doesn't matter who you are You could be the primary source You could be the secondary source It could be anyone. It doesn't matter So you need to be aware of that It's an illusion of significance of Your importance You're really not that important to them You're not important at all You're not anything significant to the narcissist You could be a wonderful person You could have all these things going on in your life. It does not matter Because in their minds, they think they can find someone else And even if you've got everything they want That doesn't matter too Because they'll move the goalposts They might say they want this this and that And then you finally achieve that And then now they want something else Something you don't have So now they have to go somewhere else to get it and it will never be enough They will always want more Because they will never Be satisfied Many of us we have our own arrogance our own egos To where we think that we can please this unpleasable person No, you can't do that You may think that you can You can't And they know many of you You don't want to give up. You want to keep fighting Because you believe you can You may believe in yourself your qualities your abilities and traits But you have to remember that this is not about you It's not about your worth. It's not about how great you are Or How great you're not It's not about that at all That doesn't make a difference That doesn't deter in anything with a narcissist It doesn't And you need to be aware of that You need to know that They just don't care They really don't care at all All they care about is the supply The benefits and conveniences that you provided to them And that's it. They don't care about you They don't know you they don't see you and trust me They never will So thank you all for watching I hope this video was helpful If it was give it a thumbs up down below And check out my other videos as well Thank you all for your support And I will talk to you in another one very soon