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Welcome back, everyone, to another episode of
Cryptic Cocktail Party, a show where we have
a few drinks, share a few laughs, take a dive
into the unknown. I'm your host, Dave, joined
as always by my wonderful co -host, Sarge. How's
it going, Sarge? I'm fucking amazing. Yeah, amazing.
Yeah. That's a bold statement. It is bold, but
I'm going to stick with it. All right, you better
have some fucking reasons to back that up. Well,
I mean, in light of recent events. I think we
can all be very excited about the fact that they
may have found some really definitive proof that
there's life on Mars. Oh. Oh, yeah. You sent
me that. I didn't watch it. I'm not going to
lie. That's okay. It's a long video. But the
guy breaks it down really succinctly and kind
of explains why this is different from all those
other times they thought maybe they found life
somewhere. Basically, the crux of it is like...
The evidence would be very easy to explain if
it was caused by living organisms. It would be
very difficult to explain if it wasn't caused
by living organisms. Okay. But I mean, they said
the same thing about the moon. It's easier to
disprove the existence of the moon than it is
to prove its existence. So you can't trust mainstream
science is all I'm saying, Sarge, all right?
Yikes. Have you ever gone outside at night? Yeah.
in in in the big the big white orb in the sky
what do you think that is hologram i need a new
podcast sorry dude my fucking ever since the
incident my fucking tiktok for you page has been
so out of whack that all i'm seeing is all these
crazy right -wing people and it's i mean it's
melting my brain a little bit but some of us
oh uh incident what uh what what uh incident
you're talking about I'm just kidding. I'm just
getting a pain in the neck. Let's move on. All
right, Sarge. I got an episode for us today.
I think it's pretty good. We're going to be in
some familiar territory today. You might remember
this topic from a while back. We touched on it
briefly, but I figured it kind of needed its
own full episode, if that makes sense. Sure.
Okay. Are you ready to dive in? Also, I'm doing
great, by the way. Thanks for asking. You know
what, Dave? You know what? That's on me. I'm
a bad friend and I'm sorry. Let's pause here.
How are you doing? You already told me how you
were doing. Your dog threw up. Yeah, that was
before we started recording. I'm just fucking
with you. All right. I am a bad friend. I'm a
bad friend. I get it. All right, let's move on.
Cape Cod in the summertime. Oh, what a place
to be. Beaches, boat shoes, lobster rolls, and
more sunburnt douchebags at a Trump rally. But
once the season starts to change and the tourists
go home, everything kind of shuts down. The air
gets cold and the wind coming off the ocean turns
a bit sharp. And everyone starts doing meth.
The streets go quiet, and towns that were once
bright and alive just a few months earlier are
now desolate and take on kind of like a whole
different type of vibe. Yes. And in October of
1939, Provincetown, Massachusetts felt the vibe
shift in a very real way. And it wasn't just
the usual eerie off -season vibe that normally
comes with the territory. People were whispering
about something lurking in the dunes and creeping
around the streets at night. Something that could
move faster than any human, leap over 10 -foot
fences, and disappear into the night without
a trace. Some say it had glowing eyes. Others
say it could spit blue fire. And by Halloween,
Provincetown wasn't just uneasy. It was in a
full -blown state of panic. So today, Sarge,
we are going to be revisiting one of the very
first topics I ever talked to you about, the
Devil of the Dunes, a .k .a. the Black Flash
of Provincetown. Do you remember this one? Wow.
Yes. You know, from your description, I thought
you were just describing like a very committed
drag queen. Well, she was just giving like really
good face. All right. So what do you what do
you remember about the story? I famously don't
remember much. This is over like a year and a
half ago. You weren't even the host yet. You
were just a guest when we talked about this one.
Yeah. Because it was just a short episode, right?
Because we were just covering a bunch of different
things. I think we covered like two or three
in that one. Shit. All I really remember were
the angry villagers, but that's like a normal
cryptid scenario. Yeah. And I think there were
just a lot of sightings. I don't recall it doing
anything violent. Kind of. Well, you know what?
Why don't we get into it? Let's do it. Let's
get into it. All right. So Whispers of the Flash
actually started the year before the real panic
set in. Sometime in late 1938, a group of school
kids claimed that they saw a strange man out
near the dunes. They described this figure as
being dressed head to toe in black with a long
cape and hood. Some of them swore that his eyes
glowed in the dark, and a few even said that
they noticed he had long, shiny silver ears sticking
out from his head. Now, because children are
stupid and nothing they say should ever be taken
seriously, most of the adults brush this story
off as nothing more than overactive imaginations.
I mean, I get it. It was the off season. It's
quieter. It's colder. Getting dark out earlier.
They thought the kids were bound to end up spooking
themselves walking home from school anyways,
because that shit probably happens every year
around this time. The Cape is a spooky fucking
place in the wintertime. I believe it. I don't
think I've ever been. i've been and it's it's
just very haunting it's like a dystopian movie
yeah the only thing i mean did you watch american
horror story at all yeah i've watched some there
was a season where it's like a season that was
like split in two one like took place like on
the cape during the off season and like a bunch
of vampires it is kind of an eerie It's an eerie
place in the winter, so that would be actually
a great setting for a horror movie. Yeah, and
then the other half of the season, I think, was
like Valiant Thor or something similar to it.
It was weird. But in October of 1939, the stories
got a little harder to ignore because one night,
a young woman by the name of Maria Costa was
walking past Town Hall when she noticed a figure
standing in the shadows. She described it as
inhumanly tall, cloaked all in black with glowing
eyes and the same silver ears that the kid had
mentioned. And before she even had a chance to
react or even really acknowledge what she was
seeing, it leapt out at her while emitting a
strange buzzing -like growl. I don't know what
that would have sounded like. To me, it's probably
like a cicada sound. Right. Maybe. I don't know.
Either way, it sounds not great. So, rightfully
terrified. maria booked it into a nearby cafe
screaming for help now lucky for her the cafe
just happened to be filled with whatever the
1930s version of quote -unquote good guys with
guns are and they rushed outside to search the
street but whatever whatever had jumped out at
her was already gone by then so now this wasn't
just like kids with overactive imaginations whatever
maria encountered was real enough to shake her
to record and everyone who witnessed her come
into that cafe that night They noticed it. So
now for the first time, the adults of P -Town
had to seriously consider that maybe there's
a giant glowing -eyed demon elf prowling the
streets at night. So this woman was walking down
the street and saw this horrifying creature.
I don't think she saw it. It was in the shadows.
I don't think she really got until it really
jumped out at her that she got the good look
at it. written that weird okay so but like first
she was afraid she was petrified yeah you say
that it was the first drag show ever that's what
it was and she just didn't know what to expect
real quick i keep saying providence when i mean
provincetown so if you hear me say the black
flash of providence i really mean the black flash
of provincetown i It's easy to mix up, guys.
Leave me alone. Yes, the origins of drag don't
come from anything else but the Black Flash of
Providence. Not going to lie, Black Flash of
Providence, not a bad drag name. That's a great
drag name. It's not bad. Also, the Devil of the
Dunes, also not terrible. That's like a burlesque
show. I feel like there should be a drag show
in P -Town called Devils of the Dunes, and it's
all like a dark drag show. I like it a lot. No
one steal this idea. If you're hearing this,
forget you heard it. If you need directors, Dave
and I will help. Two straight men directing a
drag show. Nothing could go wrong. It'd be fun,
I feel like. It would be hilarious. Yeah. So,
yeah. So, there's... The people are taking it
seriously now. Yeah. And it only got worse from
here. Like, in the days that followed Maria Costa's
encounter, Promised Town went from, quote, these
kids and their stories, they should be in the
textile factories where they belong, to... Their
tiny hands fixing big machines. To, oh, fuck,
shit is getting real, real quick. What had started
out as, like, just, like, scattered rumors and...
one actual encounter that all snowballed into
like an avalanche of shit. People were spotting
the flash all over town and the details just
kept getting weirder. Some claimed like they
saw the flash sprinting through the yards in
the West end while minutes later, other calls
came in from the East end saying it was over
there now, which I feel goes without saying,
uh, is physically impossible for the average
person to do. Um, yeah. Yeah, this thing was
everywhere all the time, all at once, which made
everyone a little on edge. It could be anywhere
at any time. That make me uncomfortable? Yeah.
Parents kept their kids home from school. Everyone
was locking their windows and doors. And almost
no one was out and about after dark. It was pretty
much like after sunset, like the already quiet
town just got like a whole lot quieter. But that
doesn't mean the encounter stopped because, like
I said, almost no one went out after dark. For
example, one night, a teenage boy ran to the
police station, tears in his eyes, swearing up
and down. That's my Trump impression. It's really
bad. Thank you, sir. You're doing a great job
as president, but there's a demon. Tears in his
eyes, swearing up and down that the flash jumped
out at him and spit blue flames in his face while
he was walking home from the library. It's not
funny, but it is. It's a little funny. Others
said they saw it grab out a woman from an alley
before disappearing into the night. Not like
with the woman. That would be an even crazier
story. Just carrying her off. And in at least
two separate instances. Men who confronted the
Flash were knocked right on their ass with a
single blow, with one of the men waking up the
next morning to find a red, hand -shaped welt
on his face, kind of like Chris Rock the morning
after the Oscars. Very similar scenario. He got
bitch -slapped. Hard, too. He fucking knocked
him out until the next morning. The other man
got a lap dance to a Cher song. So, so far...
We got spitting blue flames into the faces of
children, grabbing at women, and open palms slapping
dudes on the street. Now, for some of the things
we cover, that's pretty tame behavior. It's also
very much like a drag show. You really aren't
getting very far away from a drag show at all.
Well, drag shows may come up later. Okay. All
right. But soon, the encounters became a little
more violent. And it's here that we get into
Sarge's favorite part of any story, Americans
exercising their Second Amendment right to blindly
fire at things they don't understand. Am I wrong?
It's my favorite part. Every time we do one of
these shows, my favorite part is always when
the villagers get armed. Nothing like irresponsible
Americans with a firearm. So a local farmer.
Charles Farley claimed that he spotted the flash
skulking around his fenced in backyard. So Charlie,
not one to hesitate when it comes to trespassers,
grabbed his shotgun, flung open his door and
fired point blank into this motherfucker. There
you go. But to Chuck's surprise, instead of like
just crumpling into an absolute pile. Uh, the
creature just laughed this horrible, like distorted
laugh that he said, quote, cut straight through
his skull. Then in a single bound, the flash
hopped over the eight foot fence and then just
disappeared into the night. Now Farley swore
he couldn't have missed from the distance he
fired at. And I assume he's speaking from experience.
I'm sure this dude has probably murked a few
vagrants in his time. Yeah, no doubt. No doubt.
There's a lot of symbols on his fence out front
warning the other hobos that there's a man with
a gun. Yeah. He claimed it was like the thing
was bulletproof or somehow not entirely human.
But this is nothing compared to what went down
not long after or before. I'm not entirely sure
of the timeline. Some of them get a little bit
murky. It doesn't matter because one night. the
police got multiple calls from some concerned
citizens that the flash was lurking down near
the local school playground. Well, that you can't
have. You can't have that. Yeah, so four officers
responded, all armed with pistols and flashlights
at the ready. Now, the playground, it's important
to note, is surrounded by a 10 -foot high fence.
So there's really no way in or out unless you
come in through, like, the main gate. So they
thought that if they could just get in there
and corner it, finally be over so the four officers
went to the playground spread out and began sweeping
the playground with their flashlights now for
a moment everything was silent then they heard
that same inhuman laugh echoing across the playground
they all shown their flashlights in the direction
of the laugh and there in the corner was the
flash just like just watching them uh yeah they
shouted out so creepy it's not good no i don't
like it They shouted at it to freeze, like, there's
a whole, like, hey, hands where I can see them,
I assume. I don't know what cops were like back
then. Like, nah, get over here, see? That's what
a 23 -piece could do. But instead of complying
with the lawful order, it tilted its head back
and let out another mocking guttural laugh before
making its move at them. The officers responded
by opening fire, emptying their pistols into
this thing, but... It didn't go down. I mean,
some shots may have missed in its chaos, but
at least some of them had to have hit, I assume.
But still, it just kept moving. Then in a single
impossible leap, the flash cleared the 10 -foot
tall fence, landed on the other side, and just
like the other encounters, vanished into the
night. Jesus. Afterwards, one of the officers,
Francis Marshall, gave a statement about what
he saw. He admitted the creature wasn't quite
as impossibly tall as some people have claimed,
though it was definitely above average height.
But more important. Drag queens usually are.
But more important. It's the heels. Are we going
to get canceled for you bringing up drag queens
this much? I'm celebrating them. I think this
is fucking great. Okay. Literally nothing that
you've described so far has disproven the drag
queen. Jumping over high fences, impossibly tall,
extremely fast and nimble. Are they known for
their vertical leap? I mean, I assume. I don't
know. There's a lot of things that they need
to be able to do, like splits. Yeah. And so I
feel like they should have pretty good leg strength,
right? I guess. I don't know. We'll go with it.
We'll find out. But more importantly, he swore
that close up, he saw that its face, quote unquote,
wasn't a face at all. not like in like a demon
way it looked more like a metal mask possibly
even like an old flower sifter being used as
a mask with like the mesh over the face and then
two long handles sticking up like pointed ears
which okay okay yeah which might yeah i know
i know what you mean now when you said flower
sifter at first i was like what the fuck is this
like like thought it was like a gardening tool
no like a flower like yeah yeah no now i know
oh like a so like a fencing mask Kinda, yeah,
pretty much. Okay. And so this might explain
the reports of the long silver ears and earlier
sightings, but this is just one guy's opinion.
And even if it was just a shorter, tall man wearing
a mask, it didn't really explain how anyone could
move like the Flash did or how he was able to
shrug off a shotgun blast to the chest like it
was a fucking mosquito bite. Yeah. Yeah. So now
at this point, the town is in chaos. Some people
are now armed and patrolling their streets. The
police are... chasing reports left and right
and the flash seemed to always kind of be just
like one step ahead of everyone and then so what
went from like a kid's story has now turned into
pretty much a full -on public safety crisis yeah
well that's because everyone keeps opening their
door and just firing into the night yeah you
got people fucking just shooting willy -nilly
people roaming their blocks to make sure it's
safe but and then now the police are fucking
stretched thin because they're running all over
town trying to find this fucking phantom. While
dodging gunfire. So the police are completely
overwhelmed, and the Provincetown Police Chief,
Anthony P. Tarvers, was starting to feel the
pressure. People wanted answers, they wanted
a rest, but most importantly, people just wanted
to feel safe again. They wanted to be able to
go outside at night. So he just started grasping
at straws to try and figure this whole thing
out. Like, for instance, on October 26th, he
brought three local youth into the station for
questioning. Now, these weren't just, like, three
random kids. Like, he didn't, like, open the
door of the station and go, you, you, and you,
come here. No, he found them walking down the
street, one on top of the other, wearing a giant
trench coat. Yeah, no, these kids were like,
they're like known troublemakers in the area.
Like one was a tall high school track star and
hurdler nicknamed Stretch, which is... That's
the greatest nickname. But it's so obvious for
a tall person. Right, but he might have been
the first one considering this was the 1930s.
The other was just another tall kid named Ford
and the third was a kid named... I don't know
if it's Rego or Rego. It's R -E -G -O. I'm going
to go Rego. Rego sounds fun. I would say, yeah,
Rego sounds good. Yeah. Now, the chief's theory
was that if anyone in town could pull off a stunt
like scaring people half to death and then leaping
tall -ass fences, it would be these boys. Again,
one of them was a high school track star and
hurdler, so he might have a pretty decent jump
to him. I have no idea. So Travers began grilling
them about the sightings, the attacks. Anything
related to the flash. He also questioned them
about a string of mysterious arsons that I guess
were also happening at the time. Because, of
course, there was something else going on. Of
course. But after hours of questioning, the boys
denied everything. And with nothing really solid
to hold them on, he had to let them go. So that
went nowhere. But he didn't stop. So now Halloween
is just a few days away, and the last thing the
town needed was more chaos. So Tavers came up
with an idea. If you can't catch the pranksters,
give them nowhere and no one to play with. Does
that make sense? A little bit. So what are you,
like, kick everybody out of town? Everybody leave.
You're close. He gathered them all into one location.
Okay. So he organized a townwide Halloween party.
It's kind of like a pressure valve, but also
to kind of like... Very smart. Yeah. And on October
31st, that party was bumping. Practically the
entire town showed up. Hundreds of kids and adults
packed in for nights of games, costume contests,
and even an obstacle course for some reason.
I didn't get the details on what it would be.
I assume it had to be Halloween themed somehow.
Right. You know? Unless this is like a weird
way of one of the... things that maybe they meant
like a corn maze but i feel like you can't do
that inside that'd be hard it'd be difficult
so they probably just did like bobbing for apples
or well this was like the 1930s so it's probably
like bobbing bobbing for cocaine because it was
still legal medicinal cocaine all right so yeah
so the party's bumping Everyone's having a good
time. And as a little lighthearted fact in the
story, a three -year -old boy named Manuel Jason
Jr. won the costume contest dressed as none other
than the Black Flash. He had like a little tiny
cape and glowing eyes. People loved it. It was
like a little dark humor, I guess, kind of. Maybe
not dark humor, but... I mean, nothing says New
England like dressing up the thing that terrifies
you the most. Yeah, and I feel like it probably
helped ease the tension a bit. Yeah. So with
the event wrapping up... tarvers addressed the
crowd and the press in attendance directly and
in front of everyone declared quote as far as
i'm concerned the black flash is dead and gone
end quote he then went on to tell the reporters
that the whole thing was more than likely a prank
gone too far by local teens and that it was officially
over now he had absolutely no fucking reason
to think this or say this and had nothing to
back it up he was just talking out of his ass
but it worked Just like that, the attack stopped.
There was no more sightings, no more shootouts,
no chaos. It's kind of like he read The Secret
or something and just manifested it into being
true. Nothing stops a bullet like saying, it's
just a prank. I just don't understand how. He's
just like, yeah, it's over. And then it was over.
Amazing. Incredible police work. But yeah, behind
the scenes, nothing was ever officially solved.
No one was arrested. There was no names giving,
nothing. And by early November, P -Town began
to finally breathe again. Families let their
kids back outside. Businesses reopened at night.
It was all normal until the fall of 1945 when
The Flash decided he wanted to just check in,
see how everyone's holding up, you know? He heard
the war was over. He wanted to swing back. Yeah.
At first, it started out the same as before,
just whispers. People swearing they'd seen something
tall and cloaked moving through the dunes or
a dark figure lurking near backyards after sunset.
And the sightings were pretty few and far between,
but enough to make people feel a bit uneasy,
maybe trigger some PTSD. Certainly. Yeah. And
then things escalated. In early November, police
received a report of a prowler at the old Bradford
Street School, which by then had been abandoned.
Officers responded and briefly cited the figure.
It matched the description from six years earlier.
Long black cape, metallic, quote unquote, silver
ears. But like always, before they could close
in, it left over the tall fence and vanished
into the night. Now, the department went on full
on high alert, fearing the return of the panic
they'd worked so hard to bury. They didn't want
to have to deal with this shit again. Right.
The Flash did not care what they wanted. Of course
not. And for a few weeks, there were scattered
reports of the Black Flash being spotted near
the edge of town, but nothing really concrete
until one night in late December. That night,
four children from the Jannard family, I think,
I'm not sure, the Jannard family, were playing
outside their home when they saw a massive dark
figure creeping towards them through the mist.
The kids bolted inside, slammed the door and
locked it. Now, their parents weren't home, so
they're just kind of inside being terrified by
themselves. And the creature began pounding on
the doors, rattling the doorknobs. It was circling
the house and the children. That's so scary.
Huddled together, terrified. And they were certain
that this thing was going to get in. Yeah. Like
as a little kid, that's fucking terrifying. Yeah.
But finally, 13 year old Alan Jannard decided
they couldn't just sit there and he was about
to take some action. So he grabbed a bucket.
filled it with boiling hot water from the stove,
snuck upstairs, and then peering out a second
-story window, he caught the flash standing near
the back door and just dumped the scalding hot
water right on top of its head. Oh, shit. It
was a home -alone situation. Yeah. The figure
let out this fucking guttural scream. It staggered
backwards, and then it just fucked right off
back into the mist. As folklorist Robert Cahill
later wrote, they saw him retreat through the
backyard, a dripping black phantom, not looking
half as fearsome as when he arrived. Robert Ellis
Cahill is a legend. That guy has written so many
stories about folklore in New England. I've read
a ton of his books. It's such a great description.
But that seemed to do the trick. Apparently,
if you just... pour boiling hot water on someone
they just don't ever want to come back and that
was the last time yeah the flash was ever seen
again um yeah how you how you feeling so far
do you does any of this ring a bell from the
first time we talked about it yeah yeah yeah
i fucking love this story i i don't even care
if it's true because i think it's just such a
such like a a great setting because it closed
down new england town in the summer to you know
in the fall when everybody's gone back home just
it's so perfect it's such a great setting oh
yeah for sure um i love this story so much it's
so funny to me and oh yeah uh it's very new somebody
in provincetown needs to get on this and do like
a tour you you live in massachusetts why don't
you reach out i gotta yeah i'm sure you got you
know someone in p -town who might have some sort
of connection to something uh i don't but i could
i could try okay All right, Sarge, are you ready
to dive into some theories as to what the fuck
the Flash could be? Yes, let's do it. All right,
so first off is the prankster theory. It's the
most straightforward explanation, and it was
the one that Chief Tarvers himself was trying
to push back in 1939. And this is that the Black
Flash was just a handful of local pranksters.
Travers claimed it was four young men working
together with... One riding on another's shoulders
under a long cape to create the illusion of towering
height. Did I call it or did I call it? And the
silver ears, again, those were just the handles
of a flower sifter mask. So there was four kids.
Two were on each other's shoulders, but they
were across town. Okay. So that's how they were
able to be spotted in so many different locations.
you know does that make sense yeah yeah i just
i i'm still confused as to how that made them
bulletproof oh yeah it only explained the appearance
it doesn't really cover how it was bulletproof
able to spit fire or have a 10 foot vertical
leap but yeah that's also a problem uh because
i don't even think i don't even think like the
greatest basketball players in history can jump
that high so i'd love to know that explanation
you you don't you you don't know that You don't
know that anyone... I'm pretty confident that's
a tough vertical leap. No, it's not. I mean,
Stretch was a legend. Is this what I'm saying?
If anyone could do it is Stretch, and he could
do it with a kid on his back. Exactly, exactly.
Stretch was supernaturally amazing. He was the
Aaron Hernandez of his day. Later went on to
become Larry Bird. Oh. Little known fact. So
did I take back my Aaron Hernandez joke then?
Yeah, I should take that back. Maybe edit that
out entirely. The next theory is the outsider
theory. Some locals thought that the Flash wasn't
from town at all, maybe like a leftover tourist
or drifter who stayed behind after summer end.
Provincetown, it's always kind of been like a
haven for artists, outsiders, and eccentrics.
It wasn't like a stretch to think that someone
strange could be camping out in the dunes and
scaring the townsfolk just for fun. Yeah. Now,
back then, this theory even got mixed with prejudice,
unfortunately. Of course. A few whispered it
might have been a man in drag or someone from
Provincetown, small but at this time growing
gay community. One of them Italians. Yeah, they
were kind of unfairly scapegoating drag queens
in the gay community. They believed it was like
the weirdos haunting their streets. P -Town wasn't
always as open as it was. It's today. That's
correct. And then you got the devil of the dunes.
Not everyone bought into the prankster idea.
Some believed or wanted to believe that the black
flash was something supernatural. Glowing eyes,
guttural laugh, the way it shrugged off shotgun
blasts. It's hard to explain with just kids in
costumes. The name Devil in the Dunes stuck around
for a reason. And for a while, there was like
real fears that something otherworldly had come
to Provincetown, especially when reports mentioned
blue flames spitting from its mouth. And then
the last theory, and finally probably the most
realistic theory, is one that it always comes
back down to, is mass hysteria. Provincetown
in the offseason... is isolated it's eerie there's
long nights empty streets the wind is constantly
howling through the dunes yeah you add in real
world stress like the looming war in europe because
this is right before yeah 1939 right yeah and
you got like the perfect recipe for fear like
one weird encounter can spiral quickly like a
shadow becomes a monster a prank becomes a town
like panic and by the time the janner kids boiled
one off their back porch the story you know It
was kind of growling. But yeah, so those are
just some of the theories. What are you thinking?
I want this to be real so bad. You want it to
be a full -on Devil in the Dunes type thing?
Yes. Okay. However, I also love the drag queen
angle, but not for the reason that they loved
the drag queen angle. To me, it's like this is
a powerful athlete that is putting on one hell
of a performance. Yeah, I could fuck with that
idea. That'd be so funny. Just living their best
life. Like fucking with the straights, you know?
Sometimes you just got to do that to us. Yeah,
you got to spook the normies. Oh, shit. All right,
well, that's all I got for you, man. I love this
story. I love it even more because we went in
depth. I want the devil to be real, but I also
kind of love the idea of it being like... Just
some dumbass kid who thought he was going to
terrorize the whole neighborhood and douse with
boiling water. I feel like the second sighting
had to have been... The first ones are harder
to explain, but the second ones, since there
wasn't really any real physical attacks at that
time, it had to have been just someone fucking
with the town. You know what I mean? It could
have been a mix of things, too. There might have
been some one very real scary occurrence. yeah
and then everybody just jumped onto it it could
be bad yeah the the last the the 1945 sightings
i feel like were more of a prankster yeah that
was probably a prankster i think and somebody
who heard the story and was like i'm gonna do
that yeah and some this fucking 13 year old kid
just fucked that dude up like yeah ruined his
fucking day like i what i feel like back then
no one probably would have thought to do it but
i wonder if like if you would contacted like
hospitals or a doctor's office of like any burn
victims yeah any any scolding victims come through
here or like a missed opportunity really hey
because he was in the mist uh i didn't think
about that but that's good it's not bad i'm good
for doing it all right man well that's that's
all i got that was uh yeah we brought this up
yesterday when we were talking to the um I believe
in the bizarre people. This story, it dawned
on me that we didn't really cover it in detail,
and I wanted to go into it more because it's
such a fun story. It's goofy. It is very Spring
-Heeled Jack kind of coded. I mean, there were
theories that... No, I'm glad you went into it
because now that I remember the story, I want
to go to Provincetown and see if any of those
places have anything about it. See if there's
a plaque somewhere. Maybe there's a historical
society. There might be something. yeah you know
i don't know i feel like a plaque is a little
much i mean come on they should put one in front
of that kid's house was like this is the site
where the fucking the flash got scolded to death
where a child poured boiling water on gay icon
the black flash oh shit all right well oh no
i was gonna say real quick it's uh there was
another theory that like uh spring hill jack
and the flash were the same thing i didn't put
it in here because it's kind of stupid it doesn't
make any sense but the two are very similar they
did that with um the servant girl annihilator
and jack the ripper was that they were one in
the same yeah yeah it didn't make sense at all
yeah they never do they just say it yeah they're
like aha problem solved yeah All right. So, yeah.
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