NoSleep Podcast S5E25
The NoSleep Podcast
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The Night I Lost Ira
I was blinded by fear, and I raised the gun as I stepped out onto the porch. He fell like the wind had blown him down, instantly dead. His right arm is missing, torn away. The wound crudely cauterized somehow but deeply infected. Bill told me later that there were no whistles, no sign of them. Just Ira, just his blood and footprints on the walkway and the steps. We couldn't survive being out there again, not in the looming snow."
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