Welcome to Microterrorz, scary stories for kids, where it's always the spooky season, full of chills, thrills, and spine-tingling spooks. Microterrorz are family-friendly frights for those ages 8 and up, and while our stories are for younger years, we are still talking about things that go bump in the night, and some children may not be able to handle what others can. Parental consent is recommended. Now for tonight's Microterror. Halloween Night of the Living Dead It began like any other Halloween day. The weather was brisk, the sun was out, although not providing much heat. It was basically there as a reminder that it was still daytime. And if the quaint little village of Holman, Ohio had any clue at all as to the terror that was about to rain down on them, they would have prayed the sun had never set that fateful Halloween. Holman could barely be categorized as a village. It was more of a small stretch of road with very few houses and a couple of small shops to keep their population of only 30 afloat. Holman was located far out in the countryside, away from big cities, any form of entertainment, and well, civilization in general. Holman was literally put on the map by a small congregation of workers back in the early 1900s as just a basic camp while they installed the Holman West Cemetery, a graveyard whose entire aura was a thing of nightmares. The most violent and wicked of criminals were buried there. No one else wanted them in their grounds so an isolated cemetery out in the country, one that became known as Holman West Cemetery, was constructed and the vicious criminals were laid to rest beneath an old maple orchard. Across from the gated iron-fenced resting grounds was the camp. With only a few small dwellings to begin it grew into the small stretch of road it is today. Descendants of the workers and constructors who put Holman on the map are the ones who live there today, their lineage feeling drawn to the land they helped build and decided to call it home. And today in one of those homes across from the Holman West Cemetery lives a boy named Peter Dixon and his parents George and Barbara. George and Barbara are sitting in the living room with the dull lights on their end tables giving the living room a soft luster after the sun had set and the moon rose. An old black and white horror film flickered on the television supplying more light in the room than either of the two lamps. Peter crossed through the living room after grabbing a cold piece of pizza left over from their dinner and recognized the movie on the television immediately, Attack of the Crab Monsters, one of his favorites. While most kids his age were obsessed over modern horror films like A Quiet Place, Trained to Busan and The Black Phone, Peter was more of an admirer of the B-movie classics, Crab Monsters, Plan 9 from Outer Space, The Tingler, these were his entertainment compulsions. In fact, he had posters for all of these movies and more hanging in his room. Peter sat down on the couch between his parents as his favorite part of the movie played out. A team of scientists enter a mysterious cave and the giant mutant crab emerges from the darkness for the first time. Gunfire and terror ensued along with some of the all-time cheesiest monster effects. It was glorious. The movie abruptly cut out bringing up the graphics of a breaking news segment in its place.  Jeffrey Trent with an urgent bulletin from Ohio State officials in conjunction with the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. The anomaly tracked only days ago entering our galaxy. What officials are referring to as a cosmic pulse may in fact make contact with our planet within the hour. A NASA spokesman says the cosmic pulse or rapidly moving radio wave currently poses no threat to civilians but warrants of electronic disturbances and rolling blackouts. An Ohio State official says the most likely places affected are those on the outskirts of larger cities or isolated areas with older forms of technological capabilities. We will keep you updated as more information is available. For now we return you to your regular programming. Attack of the crab monsters burst back onto the screen, and George, complete with an ornery smirk, began to hum, r-e-m-s, It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it, funny. Peter said, taking a giant bite of the cold pizza from Fazzini's, I heard that pulse came from a planet called Quasar, Barbara said. Peter laughed mockingly at his mom, Quasar's not a planet, mom. It's the origin of the radio wave from deep space. Barbara crossed her arms and stared at the television. Well, it sounds like bad news to me. Peter's phone rang in his pocket. Looking at the screen he saw the face of his friend, Sean Rhodes, sticking his tongue out with his eyelids rolled inside out. The photo always made him laugh, as disgusting as Sean's patented trick was. But that was the nonsensical life of a 12-year-old wrapped up in one frozen instant. Peter scarfed the rest of his pizza as he hopped up from the couch and rushed up the stairs to answer Sean's call.  Surrounded on all four sides by the vintage artwork of 50s and 60s science fiction and horror, he answered the phone. Talk to me eyeballs, Peter said. Huh? Eyeballs? Sean said on the other line. Then he remembered.  Peter laughed. Hey, it's a brilliant photo, he said. Sure to impress someone someday. Seems to have impressed you, Sean laughed. Just wanted to let you know crab monsters is on. I know what's your favorite. Yeah, I saw that. Thanks. Did you see that breaking news or urgent bulletin, as the news guy called it? About the cosmic pulse thing? Yeah. Sean said. Kinda crazy. My mom thinks it's bad news. The only bad thing would be if it interrupts crab monsters. Sean said. Peter laughed. Yeah, well, good thing I've seen it a thousand times. Where Peter expected a laugh or even just a chuckle from his friend was nothing. Silence was now on the other end of the call. Sean, you there, buddy? Nothing. Peter pulled the phone away and saw the black screen. He tapped it and pressed the buttons on the side. Still, nothing. The phone had died. It made no sense. Peter smirked and so struck the devastating, the horrible blood curdling cosmic pulse. He joked to himself, trying to sound like an old school horror host. Then something outside his window caught his attention. There were bright blue flashes synced with quick, thrumping sounds and rapid succession. They were blinding like the brightest bolts of lightning Peter had ever seen. He put his hand over his eyes to shield them from the flashes as he made his way to his bedroom window. Pulling the curtains apart, he looked outside just as the mysterious flashes stopped. He scanned the street, the neighbor's house, and then the sky, which was clear of any clouds and only contained the full bright Halloween moon. Cosmic pulse, he said to himself, not completely writing enough this time. Suddenly the power went out, filling his house with silence. The rest of Holman also fell into darkness. Stillness. Peter, are you okay? George called from downstairs. Yeah, Peter responded. His eyes still glued to the dark, eerie landscape outside. He looked across the street to where the Holman West Cemetery sat behind its protective iron gates, tombstones rolling up and down within its hills. For the first time, the cemetery gave Peter the creeps. A slow chill made its way down his spine, eventually branching off in a sea of goose bumps on his arms and neck. Another sudden flash came from the sky, lightning cracked through it and struck the cemetery. A flushing glow of blue mist covered the sacred grounds before sinking into the earth. Peter was stunned.  The last trickle of lightning receded into the sky, and all fell silent and still again. The moonlight reflected off a soft white layer of fog that rose in the cemetery. Whispy and elegant, it swayed in place between the gravestones, monuments, and mausoleum in the distance. Peter's bedroom door opened in a hurry, his father and mother rushing in. What on earth was that? Barbara exclaimed, gripping her husband's sleeve. Peter turned to his parents. The cosmic pulse, he said. It had to be. What else could that have been? George raced to the bedroom window and looked out. He scanned the street. People had emerged from their homes. Confusion was kicking in. Panic would be next. We should go check on the neighbors, Jim, Selena, Sean, and his dad. George said, someone might need help. George glanced at Holman West Cemetery next. He saw the fog, and then he saw movement within it. They began as shadows lumbering through the mist, but the more George watched, he could tell they were people. There's a bunch of people in the cemetery, he said. Something's happening. He pulled away from Barbara and went for the door. George, wait, she said. He stopped in the door frame, only lit by the moonlight from outside. I'm going to see what's happening, then I'll come back to get you, Barbara. You and Peter. I'll be right back. George was gone. Barbara and Peter remained in the bedroom. George ignited a flashlight and left his house. Outside, he was met by the neighbors, Jim and Selena. What's going on? George asked them. They joined his side, both of them just as confused as he was. Not sure, Jim said. He pointed across the street, lightened and struck the cemetery. There's a weird glow and then this strange fog. George followed Jim's direction, still seeing the slow-moving figures staggering around beyond the gates. Looks like some people already went in to investigate, then. No, Jim said. We were out on the porch enjoying the weather when it happened. We didn't see anyone go in there. They just appeared. George gawked at these shadowy figures again. Who are they? He asked. Neither Jim nor Selena had an answer. It was like the mysterious figures appeared out of thin air, or possibly even the fog itself. You want to come with me? George asked. Jim puffed up his chest and took a step toward George. But Selena was quick to stop him. You're not going anywhere, she commanded. It's Halloween night and you're wanting to go stomping around a foggy graveyard to investigate shadows? I have seen enough scary movies too. It's fine, George said, putting his hand up to stop her. As much as her interruption annoyed him, George didn't need anyone to go with him anyways. I'll be back in a minute, he said, before jogging across the street and up to the gates of Holman West Cemetery. What started off as a normal Halloween evening, winding down after trick-or-treating, having a few slices of pizza from Fazinis and watching bad movies on television, had now taken a more bizarre turn. As George peered between the iron bars of the cemetery, he suddenly felt like he was in one of those bad movies. Strangeness abound, confusion among the peasants, he thought, as he was hit with the notion that maybe these mysterious figures wandering through the cemetery should be handled by the authorities. Deputy Eros was only a quarter of a mile away on the other side of Holman. Surely he was wise to what was going on, surely he'd be arriving momentarily. Just then a hand shot through the fog and through the gates, grabbing George by the neck and cutting off his ability to scream.  Its eye sockets were vacant, their deep cavities only filled by shadows. It opened its mouth, moaning mournfully as the last of its teeth fell out and pittered on the tips of George's shoes. George struggled, trying to pull away from the crazed thing, but as weak and frail as it appeared, it held a strong grip on him. George couldn't believe what was happening, this was like an old movie, it was like the ones where the dead rise from the ground. Zombies! George wheezed within the creature's ever clamping grasp, and if George knew zombies like he thought he did, he knew what they were capable of. They bite, they infect, they recruited that way, that's how they grew in numbers. In the movies, a single zombie was one thing, but a horde of the undead was an entirely different beast, one that always kicked started the end of the world. And just as George thought all of this, dozens more of the undead took shape behind the iron gates of Holman West Cemetery. He was frozen in fear, too distracted by the sickening sight to notice his right arm being pulled through the gates and bitten by one of them. George wanted to scream, he wanted to warn his family, his neighbors, but he couldn't. The pain surfaced in his arm, it stung at first, then went numb. His entire body throbbed after that as the infection spread. His vision went black, his body shut down and smacked the earth. George was dead, then he opened his eyes. Peter had tried his phone several more times, all to no avail.  I don't see your father, Barbara said, squinting out her son's bedroom window. She only saw Jim and Selena standing in the yard, as well as a few others, congregating in the street a couple of houses down. He crossed the road to the cemetery, but now I don't see him. Peter could tell his mom was becoming more anxious by the second. Peter leaned over her shoulder and saw exactly what she did. He took note, however, of the misty fog that seemed to grow out of the cemetery. It had become thicker and was slowly drifting its way down to the street. He could barely see the iron bars anymore, not to mention the people who his dad saw wandering around behind them. As Barbara continued to try and see through the darkness and ever-expanding foggy landscape, Peter left his room, using the moon's glow beaming through the windows of his house to make his way to the back bedroom, a spare room that the Dixons rarely used. On the far wall was another window. Peter pulled the dusty curtains apart and looked out at his friend Sean's house. Sean sat on the window sill of his upstairs bedroom, with his legs dangling down the side of the house, a vivid LED camping lantern beside him. Took you long enough! Sean, a boy of Peter's same age, yelled across the yards. Are you and your dad okay over there? Peter called back. Yeah, my dad went down the street to try and get some answers from Sheriff Arrows, Sean said. Why do dads feel the need to launch their own investigations so quickly? Peter laughed. Mine went to the cemetery. The cemetery? Sean seemed surprised. Why would he go there? He saw some people walking around in there after that lightning strike. He thought they might have been trying to see what happened. People walking around the cemetery after a mysterious lightning strike? On Halloween? Sean questioned, your dad better pray they aren't zombies. Peter knew his friend was clearly joking. Zombies were a thing of fiction. There was no way on earth that the dad could rise. Sure, it was common in the grainy black and white movies they watched, but not in real life. However, even still with that mindset, Peter couldn't help but shake the familiar formula. Mysterious power from space. A power outage. Strange figures lurking behind the gates of an old cemetery where the most violent criminals had been buried. Sure seemed like a convenient and convoluted setup for a zombie invasion story. And just then, almost on cue, a woman's blood curdling scream ripped through the silence of the night. The scream was sharp enough to chill both Peter and Sean. They could just look at each other. Each of them praying Sean's joke hadn't turned out to be real. Below them, between the yards, a woman ran for her life. It was Selena. He's dead. Jim's dead. Somebody help me. She screamed. Hey, Mrs. Selena. Peter yelled down to her. She came to a quick stop between the yards and looked up, seeing Peter in one window and Sean in another behind her. What happened? Peter asked. Jim's dead. Your dad killed him. She screamed. My dad. Peter must have heard that wrong. His dad wouldn't have. No, he couldn't have done something so horrible. What are you talking about? Peter aggressively questioned her, ready to defend his dad at any cost. Your dad came back from the cemetery. Selena sobbed. Jim went to see if he was okay. Then your dad bit him on the arm and the neck. It was overkill. Jim died right there, and now your dad is coming after me. Peter and Sean immediately looked at each other. No, they both thought individually. This can't be real. This has to be a prank. A painful groan off to Peter's left made him turn his attention to a shadowy someone staggering between the yards. Selena gasped at the sight of the man. Peter squinted and saw it was his dad, but he looked sick. He was walking like he didn't know how to walk. There was some kind of red liquid smeared on his face and clothing, one of his arms too. Dad, Peter called out. His dad stopped moving, buying Selena enough time to run away. Hearing Peter's voice, George stopped where he was, jerking his head back and forth like a confused bird, looking for where the voice had come from. Up here! George finally snapped his head in the right direction, staring at his son in an upstairs window of their home. He opened his mouth groaning loudly until something in his throat gurgled. In the vivid light of Sean's lantern, Peter noticed his dad's eyes didn't look right. They were yellow with red in the center. His skin had lost most of its color, now making it look gray or dead. George hissed.  He's a zombie! Sean yelled. Peter couldn't deny it now. All signs were pointing to it. The cosmic storm that struck Holman West Cemetery had reanimated the dead, and now it was spreading. Peter urged his mom downstairs, explaining what he thought was happening. She laughed at first, but her panic in the situation generally made it difficult to keep up her own denial. He grabbed the extra flashlight from the junk drawer and told his mom to stay put. Barbara had succumbed to her fear and sat down at the kitchen table in a mostly catatonic state. Her lips trembled, her teeth chattered. I'm just going to get Sean and bring him over here until his dad gets back with the sheriff, Peter said, boldly rising to the occasion. Barbara nodded, although she was still lost in her own mind. Be careful, she barely got out. Peter rushed to the back door and peered through its small glass window. He didn't see his dad out there anymore, but did see the light of Sean's lantern at his back door. Peter unlocked the door and slowly opened it. He felt the brisk temperatures of the night rush in against his face and body. The air had a strange scent on it, musty, cold. It didn't smell right to him, not like it had earlier in the day when burning cedar, dry leaves and pumpkin spice were more prominent. Peter crept outside and closed the door behind him. The wind blew between the yards. The dead trees scraped against the houses, a feeling of uneasiness crept into the back of Peter's mind. He looked both ways, like he was crossing a busy street and determined the coast was clear. He jogged across the grass and to Sean's back door. Sean opened it and the two friends finally stood before each other. Still in shock, neither of them knew exactly what to say first. Zombies, Sean simply stated. In his head, Peter agreed, but also that zombie happened to be his own dad, which meant his dad was no longer alive. Peter tried to push past thoughts of grief and deal with the problem at hand. There would be time to grieve, but he needed to make sure he stayed alive long enough to do so. How widespread do you think it is? Sean asked. Peter didn't know how to respond. He assumed, though, that if the corpses in Holman West had risen, that meant there would be dozens, and if the infection had already spread to his dad and with the potential of Jim as well, then it was going to continue to spread like wildfire. I don't know, Peter said, but if this is like any movie we've seen, it's going to get much worse. Sean felt a knot in his stomach. What if this is the start of the zombie apocalypse? The thought had already crossed Peter's mind. The closest city or town to Holman was at least 25 miles away, so there was always the possibility of somehow getting the situation contained or under control. But that's only if the citizens of Holman banded together and quickly came up with a plan of action, but it had all just begun. We need your dad to come back with Sheriff Eros, Peter said. We have to figure out a way to stop this from getting a sudden snarl discharged behind Peter, and he was grabbed by two cold, dead hands. He screamed, wriggling himself away from his attacker. Zombie! Sean screamed. Peter stumbled into Sean's house and turned around to see Jim, Selena's husband, lumbering in the doorway with his arms outstretched. His skin was grey, his eyes were yellow and red, and he moaned dreadfully. Give me that, Peter said, tearing a lantern from his friend's hand and smashing it over the zombie's head. With a single loud grunt, the monster crumbled to the ground. The fog rolled in, snaking its way between the two homes. Within it, Peter and Sean saw more shadowy figures. They were all slow moving and moaning in sync with one another, a harmonic song of the dead. One of them sprung from the fog and directly at the boys. They both screamed. Peter tried to shut the door, but the zombie had crammed its body inside just enough to prevent it from shutting. Sean joined his friend, both of them trying to force the monster back. Two more zombies pounded against the outside of the door, making Pete and Sean's job even harder. The decomposing corpses were stronger than they looked. Peter swung the lantern again, blasting one of the monsters in the side of the head. A second swing struck it directly in the face, and that was enough for it to cower. Peter and Sean forced the door shut and locked the deadbolt. I need a weapon too! Sean shouted. He scanned the kitchen, immediately spotting a pizza cutter sitting next to the empty Fazzini's box. He snatched it off the counter and held it up like he was accepting an Oscar. The lantern light reflected off its stainless steel circular blade, giving it the appearance of an epic legendary weapon instead of just an average kitchen utensil. Peter nodded, agreeing to Sean's weapon of choice somehow seemed right. Lanterns and pizza cutters were going to have to do the trick. Through the house, the boys heard the front door open, although rather loudly. Dead! Sean called out, running from the kitchen to the adjoining living room, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what had really entered the house, and it shouldn't have been that much of a surprise. Zombies, four of them, flooded in, their ghastly wails and harrowing groans chilling the boys to their bones. Peter wasted no time. He lunged at the closest zombie, smacking it against one side of its head, and then the other. He finished it off by coming straight down on the top of its head. The zombie collapsed, but the problem was far from over. There were still three more. Sean stiffened up in fear, unable to bring himself to assist in the undead onslaught. His pizza cutter remained idly raised over his head. Peter smashed another one until it was incapacitated on the floor, and then went straight for a third. Peter was filled with berserker style aggression, smashing zombies left and right with the lantern, and as soon as the fourth and final one was down, Peter dashed out the front door to make sure the coast was clear, if only for a few minutes to regroup. What happened next in Holmen happened fast. Beneath the reanimated walking corpses and screams of the citizens, the sky erupted in a blue glow, giving the illusion of daytime for only a brief moment. But within that moment, spiraling lights shot down all around the outskirts of Holmen, like squiggling bolts of lightning and connected like a chain. Then, like magic, a blanket of translucent light flooded back up into the sky to the original point of origin and created what could only be described as a force field. Holmen had been cut off, quarantined. It wasn't for a few more surreal moments that Peter saw something else. Something in the sky, within the mystical enclosure, was suspended silently in the air directly above Holmen, and it didn't take a genius to recognize what it was. A zombie invasion was already an unbelievable event on its own, so why not add a flying saucer from outer space to the mix? Barbara sat in the kitchen of her home, shaking. Through the windows only moments earlier, she had seen the latest light show, the insane bursts of blue that almost blinded her before subsiding back into darkness. She didn't want to know what was going on outside, and now she regretted letting Peter rush out of the house like he did. What kind of mother am I, Barbara thought, disgusted by her decision. She needed to rise to the occasion like her son had, whatever the occasion was. She did believe what her son told her, something about zombies coming from the graveyard across the street, but at the same time, she didn't. Sure, something was wrong, that much was certain, the power going out all over town, the blue lightning and flashes from the sky. That darn cosmic pulse, Barbara thought, it's making everyone crazy. There had to be a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this. Barbara stood up from the kitchen table and walked through the house until she was at her front door. She grabbed a light jacket from the coat rack, tossed it on, and opened the door. George startled her at the doorstep. He looked sick. He looked wrong. Barbara cocked her head and gawked at her husband. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't find the words. His skin was dead and peeling. He had peculiar red smears all over himself. His eyes were unnatural shades of yellow and red, and there was nothing behind them. No emotion, no feeling, no life. George was dead, but yet there he was, standing before her. Before she could utter his name, he attacked Barbara with a snarling force. Her screams echoed throughout Holman, blending in with all the others. Peter couldn't remove his eyes from the thing in the sky.  He'd seen this kind of thing before, however it was always in the movies. War of the Worlds, The Man from Planet X, Planet Nine from outer space. Peter didn't even want to think of the implications of what he was seeing now. And on top of a zombie apocalypse? This wasn't going to go well. Sean rushed out of his house, joining Peter on the porch. He looked briefly at the shimmering blue wall that surrounded Holman, but then turned his attention to the sky, just like his friend. Just like everyone else was doing. Is that ahhh? Sean began, but couldn't bring himself to finish the question he never thought he'd have to ask. A flying saucer, Peter confirmed, still taken aback by the sight. The flying saucer that had entered the airspace over Holman was also the responsible source of the shimmering dome that now covered it. Peter's brain worked over time trying to make sense of it all. If the saucer was responsible for the dome, it was a safe assumption that it was also responsible for the mysterious cosmic pulse that was tracked through space, as well as the strange bolts of lightning that reanimated the dead.  Peter thought. Raise the dead? Let them wreak havoc and just watch all the carnage from above? Was this a form of alien entertainment? Then out of nowhere, the ship silently lowered itself, landing and disappearing behind the fog-ridden cemetery. We're being invaded by aliens and zombies! Sean said, his pizza cutter rattling in his grip. Before Peter could respond, a deep voice called out from the street. Sean, Peter, get down! The tall, brooding, mustachioed sheriff Eros was rushing towards them, his gun drawn. Peter and Sean didn't think twice. They both ducked to the ground as Holman's beefed-up sheriff opened fire. Two heavy thuds hit the ground behind the boys. Peter rolled over to see who Sheriff Eros had dropped. He saw two individuals on the ground, a man and woman, both dead. Well, deader. Mom, dad? Peter mumbled. He stood to his feet and looked down at his zombified parents. His mind went blank. He didn't know how to feel. He knew grief was there, but something was keeping it from surfacing.  Sheriff Eros said, trying to hurry them along. But my parents, Peter said, shakily. They weren't your parents, Sheriff Eros expressed. They had been changed by the dead. Those things are everywhere. They're multiplying faster than I can eliminate them. Where's my dad? Sean asked the sheriff. I eliminated him, he matter-of-factly said. Sean's jaw dropped, but he came to get you. Eros laughed starkly. Oh yeah, he came to get me all right, get me with his teeth. He came at me looking for a meal, a Halloween night snack. I wasn't going to let my brain become that snack. Peter turned to the sheriff. We have a new problem, he said, motioning to the cemetery. Eros knew exactly what Peter was talking about. The aliens, he said. Yeah, that's definitely a problem. We'll just add it to the list of other nonsense. The screams around Holman continued, almost overshadowed by the snarling groans from the ever-growing number of undead ghouls. There's an old mineshaft off the main stretch about a quarter of a mile south of here, Eros said. They used it back in the day to transport materials when Holman was established. Without force field up all around us, I think the mineshaft is our only shot at getting out of here and getting help. Sean froze. That mineshaft is haunted. Eros scoffed. It's not haunted. I personally spread that rumor to keep the kids of Holman away from it. It's dangerous, but it's also possibly our only way out of here. What about Edgar, the miner? Sean asked. I made him up too. Edgar was my grandfather, Eros said. He was definitely a spook but not a ghost. A cold breeze blew against the back of Peter's neck. He felt something was wrong. He felt another impending danger. Turning around he saw the fog thickening before him, and within the fog he saw shadows, shadows that belonged to the dead. They lurched from the fog and revealed themselves, ghoulish, dead and hissing with malice. Peter turned and tried to run but slipped on a pile of wet leaves in the grass. He smacked the ground, clunking his head against it. As he shook off the days, he heard several muffled gunshots around him. Sheriff Eros was eliminating more zombies as he had so casually put it. But then the gunshots ceased to exist. He heard a scream in place of them. A manly, yet devastating and defeated scream. Peter struggled to get to his feet swaying from one side to the other. In his foggy days he saw a blurry and distorted event play out before him. Several figures, several zombies, attacked Sheriff Eros from behind. His weapon was dry and had no way of fighting back. Peter's vision began to clear up. The zombies overpowered Holman's sheriff, taking him down to the ground and smothering him until his screams were abruptly cancelled. Sean lunged at the pile of zombies on top of the sheriff, slicing and dicing his pizza cutter at them like he was serving up an extra large pepperoni and sausage. But then the circular blade got wedged between one of the zombies' shoulder blades and neck. Sean couldn't get it to come back out. He struggled, he pulled, he yanked, but it was all to no avail. He had to abandon his weaponized utensil. Sean stepped back, bumping into Peter who was now fully recovered. The boys stood side by side, slowly backing away from the zombies. As all of the undead monsters rose to their feet and staggered in their direction, Sheriff Eros also rose up, dead and gray with glowing eyes. He snarled at the boys, joining in the morbid chorus of the dead. Wet snarls and inhuman screeches erupted behind the boys. They spun around to see another horde of zombies closing in on them. They were trapped, sandwiched between two different hordes who wanted nothing more than to eat them and turn them into their doulish clothes. It was nice knowing you, Sean cried out. Peter was overwhelmed. He heard Sean but couldn't bring himself to respond. In just a moment, once the first bite happened, it wouldn't matter anyway. Peter decided to just close his eyes and wish for a quick death. Maybe it won't be so bad, he thought. They all seem to work together pretty well. That's something that even living humans can't do. Seeing nothing but the darkness under his eyelids, Peter made peace with his horrific fate.  But then something happened. There was a loud sound, a blast. It reminded him of a laser gun blast from the hundreds of science fiction movies he'd seen and video games he'd played. The blast was followed up by a sizzling sound and then a pop. Oh my god! Peter heard Sean say in complete disbelief. Peter opened his eyes just as the blasts continued. They were lasers. Piercing electric green blasts hit the zombies. They sizzled from the legs up until they were charred like the burnt drippings at the bottom of an oven. Then pop. They burst into a cloud of ashes. Blast after blast, each zombie that surrounded Peter and Sean met the same exact fate until there were none left. Within the wet leaves and grass around them, now lay a fine layer of black ash. There were still screams and gunshots echoing in the distance, but within their space, Peter and Sean were met with unnerving silence. They breathed heavily, their hearts pounding with the ferocity of a thousand tribal drums. Then, through the fog, another figure appeared. This one was much taller than the zombies. It walked upright like a human and was more brooding and wider in the shoulders, like it wore enormous shoulder pads. Its head was rounded like a dome, and in one of its hands was a weapon. The laser gun, perhaps? Still, on the side of caution, Peter and Sean slowly backed up as this new entity split the fog in half, finally revealing itself in full to them. It was nearly seven feet tall and wore some kind of armor-plated suit with strange markings all over it. The suit shined unlike any material the boys had ever seen before. The weapon in its grip was cannon-like. Colors swirled around the barrel as it hummed with life. The armor suit it wore was larger near the shoulders, and on top of it was a helmet, a glass dome. But it was what was beneath the helmet. That was terrifying. The being inside the suit looked human enough, but its face was all wrong. Its features were sharp, angled strangely, and in some areas seemed to droop, while in others seemed more pronounced. It looked like it was made from clay.  Its eyes were small and beady, and its head was bald, but with grooves reaching from the front to the sides where ears should have been. Peter had come to a well-educated conclusion that this being, this heavily armored alien life form, was the reason Holman had fallen under such a horrible spell. He and Sean froze. They'd been able to somehow fend off the zombies, but now seeing this hulking beast from another world standing before them and wielding an out-of-this-world weapon that proved capable of vaporizing someone in an instant, their hope to elude death quickly faded. This is it, Sean said, accepting their impending fate. As Peter and Sean braced themselves for imminent vaporization, something happened, a sharp, crackle-like feedback from a microphone, and then a short burst of static emitted from a speaker system somewhere on the alien's suit. When the fuzzy static cleared, the being spoke, but it was in a language the boys had never heard before, a very alien language. As they tried to communicate with them, Peter and Sean shot each other a quick glance. The alien grunted in frustration and then reached up to a small speaker box centered on its chest plate. It pressed a button and then spoke again. Its voice sounded like it was being strained through a radio, but it was now at least in a language the boys understood. The alien said. The fear that Peter and Sean had felt began to melt away. The alien continued. It said, It was official. Holman, Ohio had become ground zero for events that should have only existed in the bad science fiction and horror films of the 1950s and 60s, the ones that Peter Dixon and Sean Rhodes, two 12-year-olds, watched devotedly. Space lightning had reanimated the dead from the Holman West Cemetery. Then a force field had cut Holman off from the rest of the world, and as the unexpected cherry on top of this nightmarish cobbler, a UFO landed, bringing with it a large, hulking entity from another world. Peter and Sean trembled in the presence of the armor-suited alien. That was until it vaporized a horde of zombies who were about to secure their grim fates as hollow shells of their former selves to help pad the numbers of the walking dead. All one giant misunderstanding, the alien had said. I am going to be in so much trouble. Peter and Sean gawked at the interstellar visitor. Any fear they once had for it was now gone.  And as it turned out, that's exactly what happened. Aphros Isar, the alien said next. I am from the Orlet Quadrant, a far away region in one of the darkest corners of space. Peter was the first to speak back, although cautiously. I'm Peter. This is Sean. What is going on here? Aphros Isar exhaled, defeatedly, through his speaker. Peter and Sean wanted to smile. They wanted to laugh in relief. After all of the horror they had been through, the cause of it all was an adolescent alien from a distant world who had just simply not listened to his parents? Who hadn't been in that situation? There was one question though that was on the boy's minds, and Sean was the one who spoke up for the both of them. What's a CEU? Aphros Isar responded promptly. An extraction unit. What's that? Peter asked. Dead bodies give off a toxin called cadaverine. Our species extracts cadaverine from across the universe to help with cell regeneration procedures. Aphros said. He looked around and scratched his head. Well, scratched the glass dome over his head and said, I guess there was a glitch or something. This has never happened before. I'd certainly say so, Aphros. Peter shouted. Now just annoyed rather than scared. Our families are dead, man. They've become walking corpses craving skin and brains. Aphros said, nervously looking around. Zombies lurked in the night around them, beginning to close in again. Peter and Sean weren't so sure that he could fix this. How could he? People had died, then died again. Aphros said again, but this time much more confidently. It actually seemed like he had a plan.  A transparent force field shot up around them, encasing them in what was basically a shimmering bubble, a much smaller scale version of what unnaturally sheltered Holman. Hey, Peter screamed. Let us out, now! Aphros placed a hand on the shimmering encasement. I will fix this, he said one more time. Something about it seemed genuine. Peter nodded, slightly hesitant. But what other choice did they have? He relaxed his body and stepped back, sliding up against Sean. Aphros lifted his laser cannon, the swirling colors around the barrel, picking up speed and becoming a hueful blur. He turned and rushed off into the night. In the street, he was stopped by a half-dozen snarling, rotting corpses. He lifted his cannon and fired three quick, thumping shots. All six of the undead blew up in puffs of ashes. The action caught the attention of several other zombies from a nearby yard. They staggered out into the street where Aphros aimed and he took them out one by one. Three more sizzled and popped into ash. Something latched onto Aphros' leg. He looked down and saw a zombie crawling around him, trying to grip and grasp his leg. Aphros aimed his weapon down and fired. The crawling ghoul exploded. All around him, Aphros could hear the groans of the dead. But the night made it difficult to see. He extracted another device from his armor and tossed it straight up into the air. Acting like a flare, the device exploded nearly 30 feet up, creating a blue glow across Holman. Now the dead were visible. There were dozens in all directions moving in. Aphros was a one-alien killing machine and acting such a surreal decimation of the dead that both Peter and Sean assumed they'd wake up from a severe candy-infused nightmare at any moment. Lasers blasted throughout the night and the walking dead became nothing but smoldering dust. Holman was covered in a fine ashen powder by the time morning came. Once Aphros made his rounds to be sure the town was secure of the zombie menace, he came back to the shimmering bubble the boys were in and retracted it. Peter and Sean couldn't believe their eyes. Holman was a wasteland. Smoke billowed up from every corner. Houses were charred, some still burning, and bones and dust decorated the landscape like a macabre filter had been placed over it. It was certainly the clean-up job of a child. The threat is gone, Aphros proudly stated. Yeah, but Peter began, so is everyone else, and everything is destroyed. Aphros stood with his hands on his hips, scanning the devastating landscape around them.  The government's gonna come for us now, aren't they? He was right, Peter thought. Surely the encasement Holman was put in would catch the eye of someone, some satellite or radar system. Over the summer, Peter had heard on the news that the government had secret programs that dealt with this kind of phenomena. It was only a matter of time before they showed up. There would be questions, investigations. You need to fix this, Peter said to Aphros. Aphros clammed up. He'd made a mistake and then acted in the moment to try and remedy it. He wasn't thinking about the aftermath, or what it would mean to the unassuming occupants of planet Earth. The gathering, Aphros said, as if a bulb sprung to life in his mind. That's what this whole thing was all about means, he said, looking around at the billowing land. Peter and Sean were obviously skeptical. Not because of what Aphros claimed their technology could do with the cadaverine, but because Aphros had already proven himself to be a major screw-up. The boys turned away from the teenage alien and conversed quietly between themselves. If we leave it all like this, everyone is dead and everything is gone permanently, Peter said. If we put a little bit of trust into Aphros, there's a chance they could all be brought back. Certainty or chance. That's what the fates of Holman's residents came down to. And Sean quickly agreed with his friend. Okay, he said with a surrendering sigh. Aphros was thrilled that the boys trusted him to make everything right. He rushed to his ship in the cemetery and brought back with him a device that acted as a vacuum. Over the next hour, Aphros sucked up all the dust, bones, and remains of the zombies and their former selves. The vacuum device was stored on the ship in a cooling chamber, and a few flips of switches on a control panel lifted the shimmering blue encasement that had cupped over Holman. If you are people, Aphros promised. Sean looked at the devastation that surrounded them. What are we supposed to do? Where are we supposed to go? In the distance, an air raid siren began to work. A radar, a satellite, something, had detected the anomalous event. They're going to take us away!  Peter looked around, waiting to see helicopters and drones flooding the airspace. The boys' uncertain fate was clear to Aphros as well. Come with me, Aphros said. Peter and Sean were stunned. My ship's not big, but it's cozy. Our species, our worlds. Worlds? Peter emphasized the pluralness of Aphros' word. Aphros grinned beneath his helmet. Deep space is filled with wonders and places you cannot imagine. Time means nothing. Plains of different existences can crisscross. There are sites that need to be seen, experienced to even believe. Come with me. The boys thought about it. They listened to the blaring sirens. The cavalry would arrive soon enough. And rather than be subjected to whatever the secret government factions would ultimately put forth, they thought, what would Aphros do? He'd make a snap decision. He'd disobey authority. He'd get on the ship and go to places and worlds unknown to him for the pure thrill of it. And that's exactly what Peter and Sean did. They followed Aphros up the ramp and in through the underbelly of the saucer-shaped ship. All three of them settled into the cockpit area where Aphros brought to life millions of tiny glowing lights on all sides of them. A small oval-shaped screen off to Sean's right caught his eye. There was a green line that kept shooting across a grid accompanied by a sharp pinging sound. What's that? Sean asked, pointing to the screen. Aphros leaned in and took a closer look as the ship's engine activated. It's foggy. Was Aphros' response. What? The boys both asked in unison. Like I said, we should all run parallel to where we are. What kind of signal? Peter asked. Passive some kind. Aphros smirked and looked at the boys. Anyone for a side quest? Zombies? Aliens? The imminent arrival of secret government officials with unknown intentions? Peter and Sean had nothing to lose. They were in so over their heads that their adolescent minds insisted, keep going. What would Aphros do? They agreed, and Aphros tapped the screen to let the source of the distress call know that they were on their way. The ship lifted up off the cemetery grounds, sliced through the clouds, and propelled itself to the stars. The end. Thank you for listening to Microterrorz. Join us each Saturday for another scary story. 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Family Theater presents Charlie Ruggles, John Howard, Marjorie Hartford, and Rod O'Connor. The Mutual Network and Cooperation with Family Theater presents God in a Red Scooter, starring John Howard, Rod O'Connor, and Marjorie Hartford. To introduce the drama, here is your host, Charlie Ruggles. Thank you, Tony Leprano. Family Theater's only purpose is to bring to everyone's attention a practice that must become an important part of our lives. If we are to win peace for ourselves, peace for our families, and peace for the world, Family Theater urges you to pray, pray together as a family. And now to our drama, God and a Red Scooter, which stars John Howard as Ed, Marjorie Hartford as Jean, and Rod O'Connor as the narrator. Sleep is beautiful. Sleep is a soft hand smoothing the frowns and frets on the tired faces of men. Sleep is a mother hand rocking the cradle of the world, rocking it softly, rocking men and women and all the little children to sweet silence and peace. That's what sleep is. And do you want to know something? I pity the man who does not know how to sleep. Consider little Eddie. I love children like Eddie. Eddie knows how to sleep. Before he went to bed tonight, he was having a talk all by himself down there in the garden. This is the way he spoke this afternoon as he sat dropping pebbles into a milk bottle. And you know what I said, God? Know what I said to Daddy? I said, God did hear me. That's what I said. And God, remember when I said, please give me a Red Scooter like Stevie and Tony's got? Remember when I said that about the Scooter? Didn't you hear me, God, huh? Didn't you? Look, God, I got lots of pebbles. See what I mean? See why I love little children like Eddie? He wanted a Red Scooter. He went to sleep dreaming of a Red Scooter. And did he get the Scooter? Well, I shall have to tell you the whole story. And the manner of speaking the story begins with grapes. From this hill you get a pretty good idea how it looks, Jeannie. The vines are beautiful, Ed. Nice, dark green. Here, let me hold Eddie for you. Be careful of his back. He's so wiggly. I got him. Is that our land all the way down to the road? Straight clean to Route 99. That's 26 acres of good grapewood, Jeannie. Don't it make you feel kind of glad just to look at it? It almost makes you want to laugh and cry, Ed. Standing here like this, looking down on our own land. Oh, it's nice to own something. Yeah. Cost me plenty of jack, too. But it's worth it. When will the grapes be growing, Ed? Oh, three years. It takes at least three years. It seems so long to wait. I mean, you'd think they'd just pop out. Not grapes, Jeannie. You've got to build up grapes. You've got to work a vineyard. Then after three years, you know what it's going to be like down there? What? They're going to be out there on the wire trellises, those grapes. They're going to be hanging thick and heavy near the redwood stakes. And when the harvest comes, we're going to be packing in well over 200 tons of the best red emperors in California. It's almost like a miracle, Ed. Yeah. Eddie will be three years old when we start picking our grapes. He'll be walking. Yep. It takes time for kids and grapes to grow. These plans, these husband and wife plans, spoken in sunny places are delightful. Veryably delightful. But I must repeat, I pity the man who does not know how to sleep. Just listen to him. Maybe I made a mistake. It's risky business. It's a gamble putting all your money into grapes. The man is worrying, mind you, at one o'clock in the morning. It could be a shrinkage. It could be a bad market. Well, I just can't afford to bump a tough market. Look at him fidgeting with pencils and papers and doubts. Emperors should sell. Munson said emperors was a good grape. But I don't know. Maybe I should have stocked up with muskets or rabies. Norton did all right last year with rabies. All this at one o'clock in the morning when he should be asleep with his wife and babies. You'd think the gentleman might allow himself the gentle privilege of getting tired. At least by one o'clock in the morning you'd think he might yawn and go to bed. Why doesn't he stop fretting? Why doesn't he relax, poor fellow? I pity the man who does not know how to sleep. You're not getting enough rest, Ed. Now don't start fussing again, Jean. You know what the doctor said. All this worrying will only make... Worrying happens to be part of a grave deal. Besides, a fellow's got a right to get excited over his first harvest. But you're losing weight. And Eddie, grapes aren't everything. Not if you're going to keep losing your health and everything. That's what's worrying you? Yes. Well, look, Jeannie, I'm trying to figure this out. Maybe 15, 20 years from now we'll want to take it easy. We'll want a better house than this. And the kids, well, they've got to get an education. College. Every kid we have goes to college. And then maybe someday you and me will take a trip, Jeannie. All the way to Holland, maybe. You always said you'd like to see kids in wooden shoes. Oh, it's so nice to hear you talk like that, Ed. All right, that's the picture. Now, do you know what's painting that picture? What? Grapes. See those grapes out there tonight? I put four years into them. And every cent we own is in those grapes. And right now, this minute, I figure we got over 230 tons on those vines. Well, they'll be ready for the lug boxes in three weeks. Now, if anything goes wrong with those grapes, Jeannie, well, it's going to put an awful big dent in things. Nothing's going to go wrong with the grapes, Ed. Well, a lot of things can go wrong with them. The trouble with you, Ed, is you haven't got enough faith in God. Now, don't go into that again. Maybe if you'd get down on your knees once in a while. Instead of... Listen, Jeannie, will you do the praying and let me look after the grapes? Will you? Well, that's the way it is with some people. Their heads are forever spinning plans and projects. You'd think, Edward, might have a little more confidence in me. You'd think he'd stop worrying for the space of a quiet sleep and let me look after the grapes. For I do have a way with grapes with vines and branches. Understand me, I'm not against plans and projects. I find no fault in the sweat on a man's brow for labor is a magnificent and courageous thing. I'm talking rather about something that is more courageous than labor. I'm talking about relaxation, about confidence, about trust and faith in me. I like the man who sleeps. I love the man who relaxes and who, like a child, rests easily in the arms of my providence. Not so with Edward. Edward is too full of plans as if the plans of men were merely the plans of men. Listen to him. Sure I'm ready to start, Campbell. My grapes can't wait. Where are those pickers you promised me? Coming up the valley fast as we can, Ed. Now, don't blow your top, man. You've got enough pickers for me. All you need, just give me time. How soon do you figure to make it? Well, we'll be cutting your vines by the 17th. I'll guarantee that. Okay. Only make it fast. Fast as I can. Vineyards in the fruit of the vine, thick clustered grapes, all bursting black and purple in the harvest time. These are among some of the lovelier aspects of my creation. I bear no grudges against vineyards, having regard for the littlest grape. But once in a while, by design, clouds will gather for a reason sufficient to the ultimate purpose of things. I gather a breeze at Burbank and scoop a cool breath off the high Sierras. Northeasterly, my gales go playing with canyon dust in the sea sands at San Diego. And quite suddenly, quite perceptibly, there is mist in the Midlands and in the valley of San Gabriel. Not around the mountains and down from the mountains, down around the flatlands of San Fernando. Or is it any surprise that there is mist also in the eyes of a woman in Fresno? It won't rain, Ed. Don't keep staring like that out of the window. You heard what it said on the radio. But that's just mist, Ed. You know how it is with mist. They come and go. It'll be dry tomorrow. The grapes will be dry. Wait and see. Listen. It's only a little flurry of rain. Listen. God won't spoil everything by letting it rain now, Ed. I know he won't. Oh, God, don't let it rain. Hurt you. Three days. Three days to harvest. And look at it tonight. Your work for years, prune, cultivate. You put every red scent you own into grapes. What do you get? Wash out. Man ain't supposed to cry. Yeah. Man ain't supposed to cry. What? Believe me, I hold no grudges against vineyards. I like vineyards. But more than all the vineyards in the world, I like man. I love man. I know man well, yet never do I cease to wander at him. He's capable of so much of kindness, of charity and of sacrifice. And yet so often, he's incapable of hope. All things you can ask of him at times save this. A little faith. A little confidence. It was so with you, Edward. It was so with you those nights. But Tony and Steve's got scooters, Mom. Yes, I know, Eddie. But you don't want a scooter. I want a red one. Maybe on your next birthday, you'll get one. Well, Stevie's got scooters. Oh, now no baby stuff.  You just pray to God next year he'll send you a scooter. God send me a scooter tomorrow like Stevie's got, a red one. I don't want to wait till next year, God. Hurry up and send me a scooter. Did he hear me, Mom? Hello, Ed. Daddy, did God hear me? What are you talking about, Eddie? I asked God to send me a scooter. Did he hear me on account of it's my birthday tomorrow? I wouldn't know, Eddie. I wouldn't know too much about that. It's a red one. Tired, Ed. Maybe God left it in the yard already. Have you been giving him ideas about birthday presents? He's been asking for that scooter for over a year, Ed. You know that. Well, tell him to stop asking. Eddie, you've changed so much lately. Sure. I know enough now not to go around asking God for scooters. Maybe I should ask him for a rebate on 26 acres of slipskins. Supper's ready. I saw Campbell today. We're ready to pick in a week. My second harvest. It'll be a good harvest, Ed. Maybe.  I'm only banking on red emperors, Jeannie. Not red scooters. Why are you so jittery about, Ed? Heck, man, you're going to do all right. You got a nice crop out there. You got a nice crop last year, too, Cam. Oh, forget last year. From the look of them vines, Ed, I'm guaranteeing you'll be cutting 300 lugs a day. OK. I'll be seeing you tomorrow, Cam. Right. Oh, Ed. Yeah? This is between you and me. Yeah? But have you been noticing your wife lately? Jeannie? Yeah. That kid looks plenty tired out. She's worrying about a lot of things. Oh, there's nothing wrong with Jeannie.  I don't know, Ed, but if I was you, I'd... Listen, Campbell, I understand, Jeannie. All I needed was a little help, and then, well, maybe we'll do a little celebrate. That'll fix her up. Yeah, I suppose. Well, here's to a good harvest. Pilot up, Campbell. That was a big lug. Yeah, swell crop.  I'm going to set them up there and Ed Hill and let them look at a real harvest. That's worth looking at, ain't it, Campbell? You bet. Oh, Jeannie, I got a surprise for you and the kids. Hmm. I wonder if she's lying down again. I knew I'd find you in here, lazy bones. Jeannie, I want to take you and... What's the matter, Jeannie? Tired, Ed. Well, you don't look good. You don't look good at all. Maybe I better get Doc Hanley for you. Wait a minute, Ed. It's funny. Sometimes, I've always had a feeling I'd be lying here like this, talking here like this, telling you sooner or later that... What are you talking about? Ed, I'll be leaving you for a while. Now, look here. You'll just run down. Doc Hanley will fix you up in a jiffy. Come here, Ed. Sit down on the bed. Now, look at me. Do I look scared? No. You don't look scared, but you look... All right. Now listen to me. The sheets are in the closet downstairs. The kids' laundry. Well, you'd better send it out every week. Mrs. A, before... What are you talking about, Jeannie? Maybe you better start praying for me. Jeannie. Don't leave me alone, Ed. Don't ever leave me alone. Just keep praying for me. And... And maybe we'll still take that trip someday, you and me. Sure, honey. Ed will go first class, huh? All the way to Holland and see the tulips and the kids with the wooden shoes. What about it, Doc? Far as I know. And remember, I'm only one doctor. There's nothing much that can be done for Jeannie, Ed. All right. I'll get it. I'll get the best specialist in this country if I have to. Go right ahead. By the way, you can go in and see her now. She's conscious again. Thanks, Doc. Hello. Jeannie, kid. Hello, Ed. You're looking pretty good, Jeannie.  You're still beautiful, honey. How are the kids? Oh, good. Listen, Jeannie, I was just talking to Doc Hanley and... I know, Ed. It's all right. Listen, I'm going to get you the best specialist in the country. Ed. Yeah? I asked you to do something for me once. Remember? Okay, Jeannie. You asked me to pray. Look, I'll get down on my knees right now. Do you really want me to start praying? Not that way, Ed. All right. Now, look. If I have to kidnap a half dozen of the best doctors, I'll do it. You're going to get better, Jeannie. You hear me, honey? You're going to get better. Well, you'll be out of here before you know it. Excuse me for barging in like this, Doctor. What did you find? We're doing everything possible, sir. You'll have to be patient. Yeah. That's what everybody says. Be patient. Why don't you go home and rest? Get a little sleep. Sleep? Not now. I can't sleep now. Are you listening, God? I don't know the words you're supposed to use, but it's from the bottom of my heart. I'm praying for Jeannie, my wife. I can't lose her, God. Not now. We've got kids, God. We've got three kids, and we're trying to make a go of it with grapes. You've got to hear me, God. You've got to make Jeannie well. Please, God. Please. I'm asking you from the bottom of my heart. What's our chances now, Doc? Sorry. I think you'd better be prepared for the worst. You mean...you mean there's no chance? She's getting weaker. I'm sorry. Yeah, I see. I understand. Okay, Doc. Nothing. Mom's sick, huh? Yeah. Why don't you ask God to send Mom home, huh? Want me to ask God for you, huh, Daddy? Maybe God's got cotton in his ears, Eddie. Cotton? Yeah. You can't hear so good with cotton in ears. He can hear me. That's so. Yep. Well, once he didn't hear you, Eddie. When? Remember when you asked him for that scooter? Yeah. A red scooter. Well, God didn't hear your prayers then, Eddie. Yes, He did. God did hear my prayers. Hey, come over here. Up in my knee. Now, what did you say? I said God did hear my prayers. That's so. What did He say to you? God said...He said no. Sometimes God says no, huh, Daddy? Yeah. What's the matter, Daddy? What's the matter, huh? Hello? Is this the residence? Yes, yes, Doc. What's the news? Well, we wanted to let you know that... Doc! Doctor! Operator! I've been cut off. Operator, give me Mercy Hospital... Oh, that line's dead. You want to stay in a garden with the kids, Ed? I gotta go to Mom. God Almighty, I don't know... I don't know how to pray to You. I tried, Gene. So help me, I tried. You can't die, Gene. Not alone. Not up there in that room alone.  Sometimes God says no, huh, Daddy? All right, all right, God. You got me where you want me. Listen to me. Please, you gotta listen now. Sure, I want it, Gene. When you love somebody, you don't want to see them die. You want to have them. God, do you want to have them close enough to put your arms around? Okay, maybe I did want it. Maybe I did want you to say yes. Just like I wanted you to say yes to that first harvest. Sometimes God says no, huh, Daddy? All right. Sometimes you say no too. If that's the way it's going to be, well... all right, you're the boss. I'm admitting it, you're the boss. Only listen to me now. I don't want Gene to die all alone without me. You hear me, God? I can take it. I can take anything. Only don't let it be all alone for Gene. I'm asking you, God. Honest to God, I'm asking you. You're not... What's the trouble, Ed? You're smiling at me, Gene. You're looking at me. You're talking to me. I'm really feeling much better today. Come and put your arms around me. And stop looking like a baby. Oh, Gene. Maybe... maybe God is saying yes, Gene. Maybe he's saying yes. The night tonight is beautiful over California. For the first time in a long time, a tired man sleeps. Resting at last in the shadow of my hand, he sleeps. I might have said no. I have said no to some of my loveliest children, my best beloved. But know this always, Edward. There are times when my refusals are necessary to a plan you cannot understand. The little Eddie being wiser in his innocence seems to understand. That storm upon your vineyard, that storm that brought your curse, was a blessing to a thousand other Edwards and pasture lands parched for the drought 600 miles to the north. So tragedy, the tragedy of today, is but the pruning and the preparation of a lovelier tomorrow. Yes, there are times I've said no. As many fathers have said no to their dearest, their best beloved children. But tonight, tonight, Edward, I've said yes. Rest lightly on the tired eyes of the man. And concerning Eddie, five years old, listen to him mixing his prayers tonight. Our Father who art in heaven, the Lord's with thee, and blessed is the fruit, and give us this day our daily bread. And ever, and ever, amen. And send me a scooter like Stevie's got.  But there's nothing so beautiful as the small face of a child, the small lips of a child fumbling with prayer, getting it mixed up, getting it tangled and sweetly muddled with sleep. Listen to him. A red scooter, oh God. And all the while the soft fingers of sleep are smoothing his eyelids, closing them easily. A red, a red scooter, oh God. All right, Eddie, it'll be a red scooter. I've willed, Eddie, a red scooter. Now sleep, Eddie, sleep. This is Charlie Ruggles again. Once there was a farmer, and it happened that half of his land was very good for farming, while the other half gave him no yield at all because it was on a mountainside. And this was a great cause of worry to the farmer. So one night he got down on his knees and he prayed very hard. He prayed that God would flatten the mountain and make it a nice green pasture so that he might use all his land for planting. When the daylight came and the farmer looked out of his window, the mountain was gone. And before his eyes were acres and acres of green meadow, God had given him exactly what he had asked for. And for a time he was delighted. But when the fall came and brought its winds, the mountain which had served as a windbreak was gone and the farmer's barn was blown down. And when winter came, the rain caused his grain to mill you because he no longer had a barn in which to store it. In the spring he had nothing to plant because the rain had caused even his seed grain to spoil. When summer came, there wasn't any drinking water because there were no more melting mountain snows to feed the rivers. And so the rivers had gone dry.  We are like the farmer in some ways. We sometimes pray for the wrong things too. And when we do, thanks be to God, we generally get a no answer. But there are intentions for which we may all pray that are right. And one of them is world peace, unity in the family of nations. If the families of the world would ask God, all of them, for that, which would be for the eventual good of all mankind, then he could not help but say yes. It's a good intention toward which to work. And when you do, pray together as a family and you'll be accomplishing something else too. For the family that prays together stays together.  In Hollywood, Family Theater has brought you John Howard, Marjorie Hartford and Rod O'Connor in God and a Red Scooter. Charlie Ruggles was your host. Others in our cast were David Duvall, Cliff Clark, Stan Waxman and Baden Powell. The script was written by Timothy Mulvey with music composed and conducted by Harry Zimmerman. And was directed for Family Theater by Joseph F. Mansfield. This series of Family Theater broadcasts is made possible by the thousands of you who feel the need for this type of program. By the mutual network which is responded to this need. And by the hundreds of stars of stage, screen and radio who give so unselfishly of their time and talent to appear on our Family Theater stage.  This is Tony LaFranco expressing the wish of Family Theater that the blessing of God may be upon you and your home. And inviting you to join us next week when Family Theater will present William Bendix, Harold Perry and Nancy Gates in the fable of the perfect princess. Join us, won't you? This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.


Morning Gary. How are you doing? Yeah, I'm good. Yeah, good. Thank you. I'm gonna sound a bit like a broken record here What's the the latest with the takeover we know the paperwork's been signed It's just with the Premier League to ratify the deal and of course the lawyers Have you been given any information as to how close it may be and what the latest is? No, I think it's yeah, very similar to to where we were last time. I think I Mean obviously a potentially exciting time for the for the club But yeah from from my point of view Focus as always is on trying to get the next result football club. Most important thing is getting results So yeah, my focus has been been purely on let's get to full and let's let's go get another positive result Bill Foley was in the country at the weekend watched the win against Leicester met the players in the dressing room It's been to the training ground in the conversations you've had with him in this short space of time How positive have they been and how excited are you for the future of this football club having listened to what he said? Yeah, I think as I said it is potentially exciting. It was it was good for him to be here. Obviously the The atmosphere was good. It was a good result So yeah, I think yeah, as I say potentially exciting for the club as in As reference to conversations is more Richard Hughes and Neil Blake it was Obviously bill popped in after the game to say well done to everybody on a on a good result But yeah from from from that point onwards Richard Hughes and Neil Blake just keep me up to date with everything I need to know now Gary five games unbeaten another win Surely now You're looking at this situation and the job you're doing and the momentum you've created and the position to the table And you must be thinking I want this job now This is an incredible opportunity at a brilliant football club things are going well. I'm enjoying it the lads are enjoying it Do you want the job? That that's not my chain of thought or two and I understand why you asked a question my chain of thought is Yeah, we're five unbeaten Good win last weekend, but I know how quickly it can change. You know, I find the margins are Could very easily have lost a game against Brentford that could very easily have lost a game at Wolves not an unforested coming back from 2-0 down so Yeah, we need to we need to keep our levels. We can't can't let things slide even one or two percent I think it It it will affect results at this level that the level is so high that we just have to stay focused So not not in any way getting carried away not in any way change my Mindset as to where mindset. Sorry was as to where I am Just fully focused on the next game. If you were the new owner, would you give yourself the job? Mmm, I wouldn't want to own a football club too many big decisions to make Up next full of a way in the Premier League, they've lost their last two conceded seven goals But clearly a very different proposition to the side that got promoted a few years ago How big a challenge would this be for your side? Yeah, it's a real challenge. They're they're a good side of a Real sort of defined way of playing that they stick to But within that they have lots of different strengths that that can trouble you They play through their play through their shape really well Obviously have Mitch of itch is a massive threat if they if they decide to go direct and crosses and set pieces Or a threat on the sides with tricky wingers. So yeah, they're a good side It's gonna be it's gonna be a tough afternoon for us for sure, but One that we're we're well prepared for And hopefully we can we can go down give a real good account of ourselves again And finally for me just team use what's the latest have you got anyone that's back in contention or any niggles or words Yes, yes, so really good fitness wise I think Comes too quickly for Lloyd Kelly still and David Brooks. He's still recovering Apart from that everyone's doing really really well. So yeah looking forward to it Thank you. Okay. Just to follow on that. So Joe Rothwell and Ben Pearson I think I've been pictured in training this week on the club's gallery Are they now in contention or they still a little bit of time? No, yeah, they're back training They're fully training with a group. So yeah, it's been it's been a good week for both of them One of them to be in the squad at least at the weekend. I'm not sure I haven't decided on exactly how that will go and I'll wait Team news. I'd rather let Come out tomorrow just before the game, but yeah, they've both had a they've both had a really good week So I'm really pleased with where they both are We know you said last week you tried a few things in the second half You maybe took a few risks and left yourself maybe open, but it worked for you Is that in your natural personality as a as a manager to or as a footballing individual to take it for your wrist?  Let's do this No, I don't think I Don't really have a preference. I think I try to evaluate every situation as to What we need to do what I feel we can do So yeah, I wouldn't I wouldn't put me in either camp really. I don't think I'm One that looks to make sure we've shored things up and our sound or I don't think I'm one that will Always be gung-ho and let's let's go for it I think I've tried to just evaluate what it what it looks like and and how I think we can we can best benefit from the situation So yeah, I'm yeah fairly fairly level really on all of it I mean But a few questions on what we work on and whether I've tried to show things up first And it's never never that for me always that the whole game plan Always can we I think I can't do one without the other you can't be defensively sound and and not be good with the ball I think they both have to go together. So we always Always try and prepare both Throughout the season. It's been more documented the Harlem didn't score against you and he scored against everybody else I know you weren't the manager then you've locked down Isaac pretty much at Newcastle Ivan Tony Madison last week all the guys are coming in with I guess headlines around them Is that a specific plan last week you moved Adam Smith to to cope with Madison? Is that something that's always in your mind their key player for example, Mitchell is this weekend? Yeah, so my my preparation for games is always how can they hurt us? What is that what are their most likely sources to hurt us hot? That was the best way for us to stop them and what are their weaknesses are there anywhere we can exploit? exploit what they do Sometimes as you say there are individuals that come with that sometimes as a style of play or set plays or So yeah, it's just a real Analysis of what of where you think the opposition are and the best way to stop them and hurt them is is always where the game Plans come from Final one for me and the away team has won the last five Premier League games between newly promoted sides Including your win at Forrest earlier on in the season Can you see anything in that that teams are going thinking this is a real opportunity for us against the team that we're in the same division as last year? No, I don't think so. I would guess that that is probably coincidence that that's that but I Think obviously to two newly promoted teams you both go into the game thinking this is one that we can be competitive in That that's definitely how I feel about it But but full of my still a very good side They've moved on a lot from from where they were last season as well of some good additions So yeah, definitely won't be an easy game for us Hi Gary mentioned players returning got drove off well Ben Pearson seemingly being a bit closer How healthy is it to have that competition in the squad? Yes. Nice. We've been a we've been a little bit short numbers wise the last the last couple of weeks Sort of the matchday squad has sort of picked itself With people coming back it now gives us decisions to make which is nice So, yeah, really positive that the boys are coming back and are able to add something Yes, it's good moods obviously good everyone's in a good place physically mentally But as always making sure we guard against Any form of dropping our levels it needs has to stay the same we have In the Premier League at the club we are we have to make sure it's at 100% always So, yeah, that must have been the focus this week this weekend. It'll be our 200 200th Premier League game That's a brilliant milestone to reach isn't it for a club, you know this size. Yeah, really good I didn't know that so yes. Yeah, it's massive. Hopefully we can we can keep racking them up Obviously the Premier League is the place you want to be so Yeah, let's let's try and make sure Saturday helps us You know sort of quest to stay there for another for another season and just finally every single away game this season The away fans have been there. We've sold out again this weekend How important have they been for you know our form on the road especially that not your forest game? Yeah Not in a forest new castle Yeah, they were brilliant They always are I mean even the home games have been really good for us that they're gonna be massive as I've said as a Generally will be underdogs this year and the support and The backing of the fans will be massive for us in in good moments like here at the weekend They made it really difficult for Leicester once we got on top. I felt the whole atmosphere the way they Them and the players managed to combine to create a real feel around the place And then also when it's when it's difficult Not in a forest new castle where we're trying to hang on to see out a game They were they were right behind the lads so that I mean that the relationship between the fans and the players is It's gonna be massive for us this season


So what happens when we include variables in our mathematical expression? It turns out it will be very useful to identify the type of expression that you have. So let's introduce a few terms.  And here's the important idea. If an expression involves several operations, the last operation performed determines the type of expression. For example, let's identify the type of expression, 5 plus 3 times 8 minus 4. Now, if we were to evaluate this expression, we'd have to first multiply 3 times 8 to get 24, add 5 plus 24 to get 29, and then subtract 29 minus 4 to get 25. And since the last operation performed is a subtraction, this is a difference. Now, when the expression involves a variable, we perform the same analysis without actually performing the calculations. So let's consider the expression 5 plus 3x minus 4. So again, if we were to evaluate this expression, we would have to do the multiplication first 3 times x. Now, here's an important idea. You might get stuck on this idea, well, how can I multiply 3x when I don't know what x is? And the good news is, you're an mathematics. And what that means is we don't actually need to know what 3 times x is to be able to write it down, 3x, and work with it. So what is the next thing we have to do? Well, we do have to take care of this addition. We have to add 5 plus 3x. And again, we don't actually care what the value of 5 plus 3x is. The important thing is that we have done that addition by writing it down. And finally, if we want to get this expression 5 plus 3x minus 4, the last thing we have to do is we have to subtract 4. And since the last operation performed is a subtraction, this expression is a difference. How about something more horrifying? Well, if we were to evaluate this expression, parentheses have to be taken care of first. So inside this first set of parentheses, we have to multiply 3x, then add to get 3x plus 5. But wait, there's a second set of parentheses, and we have to take care of what's inside this set of parentheses next. So we multiply 2x and then subtract. At this point, we've taken care of all the stuff inside the parentheses, so our last step is to multiply the two things together. And since the last operation performed is a multiplication, this is a product. Or let's take a look at an even more horrifying expression. So remember that when we have a fraction, we have to assume that numerator and denominator are enclosed in a set of parentheses. So there's a parenthesis around the top and around the bottom. And that means we have to do these things first. In the numerator, we have to take care of the multiply first, then add. In the denominator, there's a square root. So we have to consider there's a set of parentheses around the radicand. And that means we have to deal with the 2x minus 1 first. So we have to multiply 2x and then subtract. Then we have to take care of the square root and then add 3. And that gets us our denominator. Finally, the last thing we have to do is divide the numerator by the denominator. And since the last operation performed is a division, this is a quotient.


Hey, this is Brett, and this 2022 Ram 3500 Crew Cab Longbox Single Rear Wheel is stock number 13871Z. I am here at Summit Automotive in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin, your new and used Ram and heavy-duty truck headquarters. This 2022 Ram 3500 Laramy Level A Night Edition has the 6.7-liter high output Cummins diesel, with a 420 horsepower and 1,075 foot-pounds of torque. This truck has been fully safety and inspected by our service shop, has a fresh oil and filter change. All the fluids have been checked and topped off, and it is 100% ready to go. It also has the Ice and Heavy-Duty 6-Speed Automatic Transmission. I'm going to go all the way around on this truck inside underneath, start it up, and take a look under the hood to give you the most accurate representation possible of the vehicle. Granite Crystal is the color. I shoot all my videos in 4K, and if you like the video, you can subscribe to my YouTube channel, which is youtube.com slash Summit Auto. Click the bell notifications. You'll get updates on the videos I do each and every day, as well as having access to one of the largest catalogues of vehicle and truck walk-arounds on YouTube. This one comes with the 20-inch painted alloy wheels, and it has Firestone Transverse AT tires. These are LT28560R20s, and I would say that they have just about all the tread left, at least 90%, if not more. The tires there, frame and underbody, is exceptionally clean on this truck. Didn't see any dents or dings on that front fender. The Laramie Level A package gives you the LED headlamps, LED running lights, and the LED fog lamps. We're going to turn all those on at the end of the video, so stay tuned for that. We're only a couple minutes away from that. Has the front bumper parking sensors. You get the gloss black grille, part of that night edition. Painted bumper is also part of that night edition. I didn't see any dents or dings on the hood. This one does come with the cab lights up top. Passenger side front fender is in fantastic condition. No dents or dings on there. And the passenger side front wheel, no major scuffs or scrapes. Granite Crystal, one of my favorite colors on the Rams, got a lot of metal flake in it. And as you get really close to it, you can see there's actually some purples and greens and stuff in that metal flake, so really a cool color. As you go down this side of this 2022 Ram 3500, take note of how clean that body is, how reflective and mirror-like that paint is. My goal taking these videos is to give you the most accurate representation possible. So even if you're far away or if you're close by and just cannot make the trip down, you can still see the truck here, the truck, and have confidence in the vehicle that you're looking at before you even get here. So when you do get here, there's absolutely no surprises. And you can make a smart and informed buying decision from wherever you're at. If this video helps you make that buying decision, let your salesman know that you saw the video that was helpful and that Brett sent you. Back wheels in excellent shape, and the back tires have just as much tread as the front tires. The frame and underbody back here looks great, has all the remaining factory exhaust, so it hasn't been altered in any way. Lower rockers look good, and it comes with a nice set of Tiger painted step bars. I didn't see any denser dings on that passenger side box. You can also get the LED tail lamps, painted rear bumper as well, backup parking sensors, no denser dings on there looks really good. Comes with the full towing package, which includes the receiver hitch four pin and seven pin wiring, and the tailgate is in fantastic condition as well. Note that you get the blacked out Laramie, Ram, and four by four logos there, all part of that night edition. Comes with these spray and bed liner, also has LED bed lights with the button back there, and you do get a 115 volt 400 watt plug-in, a couple side box tie-downs, and that spray and bed liner goes onto the tailgate. Which is really nice, LED tail lamps as well, and coming down the driver side just as clean as that passenger side, no major dents or dings on the driver side box, and this back wheel is in fantastic condition as well. Same thing with the cab and the doors on the driver side, no dents, no dings, very nice and clean. One does have the heated fold up tow mirrors, built in directional signals, also has LED side lights, they fold up like so, they also fold in like that. Inside the Laramie level 8 package gives you the black leather and suede interior, there are no rips or tears on the seats, you get the gray piping on there, Laramie stitched into the backrest. Both these front seats are heated and cooled, comes with a very nice set of weather tech floor mats, auto headlamps, power pedals, power windows locks and mirrors, get the suede inserts on the door, kind of that diamond plated finish on the door there as well. You get blind spot, power blind spot mirrors, so if you look at that outside mirror, you can power control that, which is really nice especially for the passenger side, and then these mirrors do power fold in. I always like showing both sides, so you know that both sides are working properly. Back seats, just as clean as the front seats, we do have the original window sticker for this one, no rips or tears back here, it does have the latch child safety system for any child car seats you may have, power sliding rear window with the built in rear defrost, and underneath here you get a load floor, just nice, you've got muddy boots of tools, put them on there, you're not going to get your seats dirty, or if you've got pets, put both sides down, they've got a nice flat place to lay, storage underneath there. You also get in floor storage on each side with removable bins for easy cleaning, you can put ice and drinks in there, it's like you have too many coolers wherever you go, or if you're not in Wisconsin, just extra storage space. Two USB's, two USB's, and 115 volt 400 watt plug-in. Child safety locks on the back doors and the inside and bottoms of the doors are in fantastic condition. We'll hop inside, check out the miles and radio, right after I show you the VIN sticker, everybody always wants me to show this, as long as we don't have the truck running and I'm right here, might as well show it. There's your tire and loading information sticker as well, sorry about that. Hop inside, check out the miles, radio and everything that this truck has to offer on the interior. You can see that this one has 7,336 miles on it, you do get the digital speedometer, you got all your different corners there, battery, voltage, oil, temperature, water temperature, you can change all those corners to read whatever you want, miles per gallon, temperature, time, whatever, so it's all configurable. Comes with the heated leather wrap steering wheel, cruise controls and gear selector on the right, Bluetooth and information center controls on the left, there's your shifter for that ice and heavy duty six speed automatic transmission. Push button four wheel drive, push button start. You get the 8.4 5C radio or you connect five radio on the 8.4 screen. You get AM, FM and Sirius XM radio capabilities on here, you also get all your different apps including Android Auto, Apple CarPlay, you can check out your backup camera here as well and what I like about the backup cameras on the new Rams is they've made them HD so they are crystal clear and you can zoom in on the receiver hitch to get hooked up to your boat, camper or trailer the first time, every time and yeah these are all the different apps that you have on here including your heated and cooled seat buttons, heated steering wheel controls and all that good stuff, down here your more tactile volume tune and climate and heated and cooled seat buttons, your factory brake controller, factory exhaust brake, tow hall mode, front to rear parking sensors are right there, two USBs, two USB-C's and an aux jack and down there you get a 115 volt 400 watt plug-in, keyless entry, remote start and power drop-down tailgate, passenger side, glove boxes, floor mat and seat are in fantastic condition, no rips or tears on there, smells very clean inside this truck, it's never been smoked in, you get these speakers in the ceiling part of the Alpine premium sound system, SOS and assist buttons up there as well as power sign, your window and power drop-down tailgate controls and your homelink buttons for your garage door security systems and lighting systems, auto dimming mirror, there's your Alpine badge on the dash, we'll start it up, take a look another hood as well as check out all those LED headlights, running lights and fog lights. 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Yeah, if you're watching BBC gang, you're, what are you, crazy? The words they use, you would think is the zombie apocalypse on the street. Gang, if you're watching CNN, BBC, CBS, ABC, NBC, if you're reading New York Times, Guardian, Washington Post, BBC, any of these mainstream propagandists, if you're watching them, listening to them, just stop it, really.  They may share 50% of what they're saying is true, right? 25% may be true, they're portraying as fact. 25% is straight out this information. And even the 50% that's real, they're accurate about their final analysis of the situation, they're using words that are deceptive, right? It's, they're using words as weapons. So they're programming you, right? Don't expose yourself to these institutions, no matter how smart you think you are, right? Because I know a lot of people, they say, oh, I read that. Oh, I know it's propaganda, but I read it because I know it's propaganda and I can understand, I can see between the lines. I just read on a regular basis. Well, guess what? That is a machine that has been doing that for decades. They have very, very smart people who have programmed that machine to manipulate you.  Okay, or dumber than you think. Stop reading their propaganda.


I didn't want to buy a new car, I wanted to get an old car, so I looked around and he had it back in a barn, you know, it's really a barn find. I'm pretty sure I overpaid for it, but I was just too excited to own one, brought it back home and I realized I was weighing over my head. I'm Orlando Perez and this is my 1978 Jeep Wagon-Ear. When I first purchased her, I was in North Carolina and then I found I had orders to Paris Island to go be a dual instructor. So before we moved to South Carolina, I decided you know what, I'm just going to send it back, send it home to Texas and have my dad help me out with it because I wasn't going to have the time for it as much as I wish I did. So I sent it back home and my dad was more than willing to help me out and then once they got it ready, I was just excited to bring it back home and that was a journey in itself. I actually drove it from Texas, too easy and in the process, it led me stranded like two or three times on the road. So I was literally driving on the freeway with it and I couldn't go faster than like 45 miles an hour. But that's part of the process. I think it took me like four days to get all the way up here. I think that's part of bonding with the vehicle. There aren't many cars like they're used to anymore. They're all plastic fiberglass now and I mean this car is pure American steel. It's solid. Being in the military, being very patriotic, I feel like having a nice American car, American family car, it kind of completes the picture.  I think it really paints that American family picture. I love it.