Hellside's local Pop's Scoop cashier, Maddix Deith, believes a string of inner city animal attacks are the result of vampires. Maddix decides to take submissions from people who have experienced a first-hand encounter with exsanguination to try to find the truth. What will Maddix find when a past of connected trauma is rediscovered?
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Heeeeeey, this episode gets gross. There is a graphic description of eating people and harm to oneās genitals.
[A microphone clicks on, someone is alive]
Maddix:
Hello, Hellside!
I recently got an email from one Andrea Nikols, she said she was coming through Hellside and would have something that may interest me.
She didnāt go into full detail, but she mentioned Bella and the podcast, so I doubt this is a joke. She said she wanted to meet in Park Central and give me something.
No idea what, butā
Here we go, I guess.
[Audio cuts]
[Audio cuts back]
[Maddix is walking]
MADDIX:
Eughā itās hot today. This lady, Andrea, messaged my numberā she said Bella gave it to her, she said she couldnāt stay long, but she didnāt mind talking. So, now weāre gonna do a little interview!
Nothing else to say right now, gonna meet her andā go from there.
[Audio cuts]
[Audio cuts on]
MADDIX:
Okay, itās recording.
ANDREA:
I justā
MADDIX:
You can just introduce yourself if you want, or we can just start.
ANDREA:
Okay, Hi. Iām Andrea Nikolas. Uhm. . . Yeah thatās kinda of it.
MADDIX:
So, can you say why you came through?
ANDREA:
Well, I was just going to my momās. She lives in the south and Hellside is just a quicker way to go without spending all your time on the highway.
MADDIX:
Wā I meant the box, the box you brought.
ANDREA:
Oh! Yeah,
I came through to see my mom, but I got a text from Bella saying her thing and my thing may be connected. Then she told me about you.
This is full of stuff from an ex of mine, we broke up awhile back, and Iāve been needing a reason to get rid of it, but I didnāt want to throw it away.
MADDIX:
What's in it?
ANDREA:
His stuff, stuff from. . . ages ago.
He had moved in with me, and I was spring cleaning.
I was finally tidying up the attic and I found this. . . itās one of thoseā Iāve always called them archive boxes. A manila box youād see in an archive... I donāt know the real name, they look like manila foldersā the color, I mean. I switched boxes by then, but yāknow.
I looked through it, I didnāt recognize the box, and it seemed it was purposely hidden behind a bunch of stuff. I wasnāt sure whose it was at first.
When I went through it. . . it was all about Ryder. Pictures of him, letters from him and written for him. Documents, and a bunch of other stuff. All ranging in years from the early 1900s to mid 2010s.
I found all kinds of pictures of him, from portraits to nudes. Some look like they were done with early cameras, some were polaroids. They all looked aged and loved.
MADDIX:
Does Ryder know you found the box?
ANDREA:
Itās why he left. I asked him about it, and he didnāt have an answer.
He became quiet, he stopped talking to me entirely after a bit. Eventually he justā left.Some woman came by and he got into a car with her and I havenāt heard from him sense. A black woman withā huge hair. She looked a bit older than him, but her face was. . . interesting.
MADDIX:
What do you mean interesting?
ANDREA:
Iām not. . . sure. There was just something about herā
But, he left and didnāt even say goodbye to me.
MADDIX:
Do you think any of itās actually from the 1900s?
ANDREA:
They have to be, itās hard to make artificial grain that looks that real. I doubt heād leave me for some Photoshop jobs.
MADDIX:
Who do you think the woman was? Could she have been a family member?
ANDREA:
No, all Ryderā family was gone, from what he told me. He was open about being the only surviving member of his family.
MADDIX:
Did heā ever show odd eating patterns? Did you ever suspect him of eating odd things, especially meat?
ANDREA:
He barely ate. Iād often find him sniffing raw steaks in the fridge, but I assumed he had some kind of pica issue.
MADDIX:
Did he ever eat raw steaks?
ANDREA:
Sometimes heād bring home these special livers from some butcher and eat them raw. He said it wasā good for him. He never seemed to get sick from it.
MADDIX:
And he did eat cooked food? Youāve seen him?
ANDREA:
I have, but it was rare. He never wanted to eat with me, but he would if we had a date night.
Heād usually vomit after, I wasnāt sure if he had an eating disorder.
MADDIX:
Have you tried calling him?
ANDREA:
I have, his number is disconnected.
MADDIX:
Huh. . . have you considered filing a missing personās report?
ANDREA:
Well, I have, butā he left on his own. Heās a consenting adult. I canāt say heās missing if he willingly left.
MADDIX:
Did he ever get into. . . trouble?
ANDREA:
He never messed with anyone, honestly. Although. . . there was one time.
It was late, I had already gone to bed. He came crashing into the house. He broke the glass bookshelf in the hall when he came in.
I got up and found him stitching himself up with a dollar store sewing kit. He said he hadnāt cut himself on the bookshelf, but. . . he looked awful.
His cuts were horrible, he was bruised in a way Iād never seen anyone be bruised before. He looked like heād been tortured. I tried to ask him what happened but he refused to tell me.
I told him we have to go to the hospital, and he refused.
He finished sewing himself up, and then he set up a makeshift bed in the living room.
MADDIX:
Did any of the wounds look likeā bite marks?
ANDREA:
They. . . did. Now that I think about it, yes. He had bite marks on his forearm and face. .
MADDIX:
Did they scar?
ANDREA:
They did, but not how they should have. The scars were too light for just how deep the bites and cuts were.
MADDIX:
Did the cuts look messy? Like theyād been done with a blunt object?
ANDREA:
Iām not sure.
MADDIX:
Could I see the box?
ANDREA:
Yeah!
[A box is lifted from the ground and is set on the table]
[The box is opened and Maddix looks through it. A bundle of pictures are taken out]
[Maddix softly mutters as he looks through the pictures]
MADDIX:
These are all the same man. . .
ANDREA:
All Ryder.
MADDIX (Aside, describing for recording):
This one is dated back toā 1936. Itās a picture of a man standing in front of a study type chair. He is wearing an early English style 1900s suit. He is smoking a cigar. He is visibly Southeast Asian, but Iām not sure what kind.
Youāre sure this is him.
ANDREA:
They all have the same beauty mark, right under his eye.
MADDIX:
How was he after the incident? When he came in and sewed himself up.
ANDREA:
He was fine, shockingly. Nothing was wrong with him after a few days.
He healed. . . freakishly fast.
MADDIX:
So, you didnāt ask anything?
ANDREA:
What would I even say to something like that?
All he would say was that nothing was wrong, and it was just a casual fight, but what kind of casual fights make you look like you got thrown into a meat grinder?
I donāt think I can stress just how badly he was cut up. Blood was everywhere. He was shredded.
MADDIX:
And he really healed like it was nothing? You didnāt question that either?
ANDREA:
It was odd, yeah. But again, what do you say to that?
It wasnāt like he got into fights often ā that was the only time I can remember him coming home with wounds that serious. Anything else I can think of still seems normal.
MADDIX:
Do you mind if I look through more?
ANDREA:
Sure, Iām going to give the whole thing to you anyway. I donāt want it anymore.
[Maddix looks through the box, he pulls out some papers]
MADDIX [reading]:
Dearest [No audio]
. . .
Huh.
ANDREA:
What?
MADDIX:
I canāt. . . the name. . . wait. . . hm. . .
Ćsketill. . . It says Ćsketill. . .
(reading):
Through our times, we have seen that this truth of humanity is not. For there is no truth to nature. These lies man has made are not true, and I do seek truth.
Through the church we may seek truth. Truth of our nature, truth of our self. Truth of the world we have been brought to.
I am unsure if Eā
[struggling to pronounce]:
Eee-she?
[reading]:
I am unsure if Eee-she has made up, as some claim, but I would not put truth in the idea. Her strayful actions have left her an enemy. She knows not what she speaks of, her words are blasphemous and cruel.
To say I am of man, damnable.
With love,
Ryder
(Confused)
Huh. . .
ANDREA:
Anything helpful?
MADDIX:
Y. . . yeah. Yeah, I think so. Iāll have to look more into it.
ANDREA:
I have to go now, sorry, but it was nice to meet you!
MADDIX:
Yeah, you too.
Could I get a ride home? I donāt have a car and dragging this home would be a bit hard.
ANDREA:
How far do you live?
MADDIX:
Like a five-minute drive.
[Audio is clicked off]
[Audio clicks on]
MADDIX:
Hello, Hellside!
Iāve been going through this box of this dudeās stuff and. . .
I found a lot. I canāt get into all of it today, but. Hereās thisā I found! Itās juicy!
[reading]:
I stand at the basis of all. I stand for all I can. I stand beyond the stars and sky as I stare high at what I can. There is not nothing.
There is something. Something higher than I will ever be. As I consume the flesh of man, I see, I see what I am.
Am I to ask for forgiveness? Am I to stand with them? Those sweet damnedest of marriages. Am I truly the one who should give in?
I see as I watch her body sleep. I hunger in a way I have never hungered before. This thing, this creature, it is mine. I own this thing with the ring I placed upon its finger. Should I not get to consume?
Matrimony is upon my death, upon her birth. It is said gifts should be shared, should I not share this gift I have? Should I not let her taste the sweet divine of fertility?
I press my fingers to her swollen lips and pull with a might. Her walls bleed, and she screams awake. There, past the ring of her cervixā her womb.
I bite, I consume, I hunger.
She seems to have lost her ability to breathe, so I place the delicate taste of her own womb to her lips and she does not wake. She does not get to taste the divinity.
Well, I assume I must now consume. I eat and chew with vigor as the sweet fluids flow down my chin (Gag) and land on my now dead lover.
Flowers grow from my ears as the membrane tears and chunks of meat dissolve between my gnawing molars.
Oh, Barnaby how I wish you were here to feed with me.
. . .
. . .
. . .
[Hello?]
[Maddix?]
MADDIX:
That wasā a lot!
[Nervous laughter]
Well, next time Iāll go through some more of the letters here. There seems to be a lot to this guy named Ćsketill.
. . .
MADDIX:
Fuck man, her WOMB!
[Maddix gets up and walks away]
Jesus christ, he ate her fucking womb!
{a door opens and shuts and Maddix continues to mutter about wombs]
