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Radioman (in the Willapa Hills)

A childhood ghost story rooted in a real place: accompanying his father, an Army signal-corps veteran, on a repair errand to a derelict Air Force listening post deep in the Pacific Northwest woods — and what happened when a stranger in an old military jumpsuit offered to show him around. A hook-first piece (~9 min) that uses one unsettling childhood memory to dig into why certain buildings feel haunted long after the people who worked in them are gone, and what that unease says about us.

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An 1867 Brooklyn dare, a haunted corner near an old Revolutionary War fort, and a friend who never explained what he saw.

A dark New Jersey road in 1896, a decorated Civil War veteran, and the strangest first in American newspaper history.

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