On The Air: The Silenced Caller, The Mojave Phone Booth and The Alien In The Freezer

This episode of the Wi-Files is brought. to you by PDS Debt. >> [music]. >> Gather around. This happened. >> [music]. >> September 11th, 1997, four years before. that date would mean something else. entirely. A Thursday night in the desert. Art Bell. sat in his home in Pahrump, [music]. Nevada, a double wide trailer 60 miles. west of Vegas, broadcasting coast to.

coast and to millions of insomniacs. across the country. If you're watching. [music] this channel, you already know. who Art Bell was. He's one of our. biggest inspirations. That night Art opened a special Area 51. line, a dedicated number for government. employees who wanted to share secrets. [music] No screening, no caller ID, no. questions about your identity. You. called, and if you got through, you were. live, >> [music]. >> talking to millions of people who would. never know your name. Most Area 51 callers were measured, rehearsed. They'd prepared their. statements about classified projects and.

underground facilities. Their calls were. fascinating, but controlled. This caller was different. He wasn't. reading from notes. He was. hyperventilating. He was crying, [music]. begging Art Bell to believe him before. it was too late. And then, mid-sentence, the line went. dead. But it wasn't just the phone call that. died. Surely, you can't be serious. I am.

serious, and don't call me Shirley. I. need to think good and clear. Where's the first aid kit and and and an. extra cash stash? What's the cash for. now? I got to pay this guy off to keep. quiet. What are you talking about? What. happened? Uh well, what did it be the. brothers? Yeah, I'm looking at you, Wyatt. Uh what did it be the brothers. beat a customer? What do you mean a. customer? Uh well, he thought the guy's. hand was a biscotti. Uh look, it was. knobbly, and honestly, and the guy was.

asking for it. It's not my fault if he. doesn't moisturize. Why was some guy. trying to touch Wyatt? Oh, that's how we. do things here at the beaver cafe. Oh, no. Oh, yes. You bring a date, order a. drink, and spend an hour petting a. beaver together. Do you even hear. yourself? Do you know how that sounds? Oh, it sounds adorable. It's about. connection. It's about touch. It's about. beaver enrichment. You know a lot of. people have experienced touching a nice.

beaver. You charge people. to touch wet beavers. Oh, there's. something healing about it. A warm latte. in one hand, a nice wet beaver in the. other. Now, that's what I call wellness. Look, what is this really about? Well, I'm up to debt in my beautiful camel. latte scented candles. And not only do I have to pay that guy. off, I have to pay off my credit card. debt. Oh, but before that, I need to pay. whatever I charged at 2:00 a.m. when I. thought I was buying a hot tub. Well, I. got to stop taking Ambien and going on.

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discussion. Uh go figure. Uh listen, I got to go. Duty's back. I. sent her for milk, but they ran out, so. uh. she made her own. Uh honey, you know that's not. pasteurized. Most callers on Coast to Coast AM were. calm. They'd rehearsed their stories, organized their thoughts, prepared to. sound credible on national radio. They.

wanted to be taken seriously. This caller was hyperventilating. His. voice cracked and broke as he tried to. get words out between gasps for air. He. was a former employee of Area 51 and he. was on the run. Were you an employee or are you now? Uh. I a former employee. Former employee. I. I was let go on a medical discharge. about a week ago. And. and. I I I've kind of been running across the.

country. Um man, I don't know where to. start. He said he didn't have much time. They. would triangulate his position soon, whoever they were. He wasn't talking to. the audience. He was talking to Art Bell. like a lifeline, like Art was the only. person in the world who might believe. him before it was too late. Then, he. dropped a bombshell. Okay, well what we're thinking of as as. aliens are they're. uh. They're they're extra-dimensional beings.

that. an earlier precursor of the um. the space program made contact with. Uh. >> [laughter]. >> They they are not what they claim to be. The aliens, he said, had been lying. about everything. The government wasn't. in control of the situation. The. entities weren't from Mars or some. distant solar system. They were. extra-dimensional. They came from a. different plane of reality, and they'd. infiltrated the military establishment. at the highest levels. The caller's fear.

was contagious. You can hear it through. the phone line, mixing with static. This. wasn't entertainment. This was a man who. believed he was about to die. He warned Art about upcoming disasters. The government knew what was coming. They were preparing to move people out. of major cities, but not to save them. They wanted the major population centers. wiped out. Art tried to calm him down, tried to get. him to slow down and explain, but the. caller was past point of reason. He'd. seen something, and whatever it was had. broken him.

And he was mid-sentence when the line. went dead. The caller was cut off mid-word. One. moment he was speaking, then nothing. Silence. It wasn't just the phone call. that died. Art Bell's entire show went. offline. Coast to Coast AM, broadcast by a. satellite uplink, the signal traveled. from Art's trailer in Pahrump to a. transponder on GE-1, a communication.

satellite built by GE Americom, parked. in geostationary orbit 22,300 mi above. the equator. From there, it bounced back. down to earth stations operated by the. network, which fed the [music] signal to. over 500 affiliate stations nationwide. The system was solid, professional, built with redundancies. It almost never. failed. Art had been on the air for. years without a major technical dropout. The system was built to keep working. through storms, through equipment. failures, through almost everything. At. the exact moment the caller was about to.

reveal something, the satellite link cut. out. Across America, millions of radios went. silent. The signal just vanished. Art. scrambled in his studio, checking. monitors, looking for any explanation. The carrier signal was gone. He switched. to backup phone lines and called the. network. They were panicking, too. The earth station had lost its lock on. the satellite. The technical crew. couldn't explain it. A dropout that. sudden and complete meant either a. massive energy surge or a targeted. jamming signal. Something had reached up.

into space and killed the connection. Art eventually got back on the air, and. he was shaken. The timing was too. perfect, too precise. The caller had been seconds away from. saying something specific, and at that. exact moment someone or something pulled. the plug. Not a guy in a basement with a. radio jammer, and not a freak storm. You. don't accidentally knock out a. geostationary satellite transponder. That takes real hardware. That takes. someone who knows the uplink frequency, the beam footprint, and has the power to.

overwhelm it. Someone didn't want the. caller to finish that sentence. >> [music]. >> The frantic caller incident became one. of the most chilling moments in radio. history, and it spread the way things. spread in 1997, slowly, through word of. mouth, tape trading, and early internet. message boards. There was no YouTube, no. Reddit, no social media. People dubbed.

copies of the broadcast onto cassette. tapes and mailed them to friends. They posted about it on Usenet groups. and proto-forums dedicated to Coast to. Coast AM. The audio circulated through. network of true believers who treated it. like contraband, forbidden information. passed hand to hand. Art Bell's audience was loyal and. obsessive. >> [music]. >> They recorded every broadcast. They. cataloged them. Within weeks, the. frantic caller tape was the most. requested piece of audio in Coast to. Coast history. [music]. People listened to it hundreds of times,

dissecting every word, every breath, every moment of silence before the. signal died. A few weeks after the incident, a man. called Coast to Coast AM. He said he was. the original caller. He said it was all a hoax. He was an. actor who had gotten carried away with. the performance, and he wanted to set. the record straight. The audience didn't. buy it. The second caller sounded. different. The voice was similar, but. not the same. The rhythm was wrong. The. original caller had been. hyperventilating and sobbing [music] and. speaking in fragments because he. couldn't catch his breath. The second.

caller was calm and smooth. >> [music]. >> He laughed at the right moments. He. sounded like he was reading from a. script. Longtime listeners, the ones who. had played the original tape over and. over, noticed it immediately. His pitch. was [music] slightly off. The vocal tics. didn't match. The raw animal terror of. the first call was gone. Art Bell himself seemed unconvinced. >> [music]. >> He let the second caller talk, but he. didn't push back hard, and he didn't. endorse the explanation. He moved on. The audience took that as a signal.

It felt like damage control. The theories multiplied. Maybe the. government found the original caller and. forced him to recant, or found someone. close enough to pass. Maybe the original. caller was never found at all. Maybe he. was triangulated just like he feared. Maybe the second caller was a plant, sent by military intelligence to close. the loop and kill the story before it. spread further than tape trading. networks could carry it. But the. satellite failure is the part that can't. be explained away. You can fake a voice. You can fake a. script. You can hire an actor to call a.

radio show and pretend to be terrified. But you can't fake a satellite dying. 22,000 miles above the Earth. You can't. fake an earth station losing its lock at. the exact moment of a reveal. That takes. real power. That takes [music]. infrastructure. That takes someone who. was listening and had the ability to. reach into space and end the. conversation. The incident changed the landscape of. paranormal [music] broadcasting. It. proved that late-night radio could. produce moments that felt genuinely. dangerous, not scripted, not safe, [music] not entertainment.

Every paranormal show that came after. Coast to Coast AM, every conspiracy. podcast, every late-night live stream. chasing the strange and unexplained, exist in the shadow of Art Bell studio. in Pahrump. And the frantic caller. [music] is the moment that sealed it. The moment the audience believed, truly. believed, that someone powerful was. listening to the same broadcast they. were. Art Bell kept going. He hosted Coast to. Coast for another 6 years before his. first retirement in 2003. [music]. He came back. He always came back. He died in 2018 in.

that same trailer in Pahrump, surrounded. by his equipment. His transmitter still. [music] standing nearby. The show. continues without him. The caller warned about. extra-dimensional beings inside the. government. He warned about planned. disasters and population reduction. In 1997, it sounded like paranoid. fantasy. Today, those warnings have echoed for. decades of conspiracy theory, growing. louder as trust in institutions has. fallen apart. Maybe he was crazy. Maybe he was an. actor who got lucky with his timing. Maybe the satellite failure really was a.

coincidence, a one-in-a-billion glitch. that happened at exactly the wrong. moment. Or maybe someone was listening, someone. who didn't like what they heard, someone. who reached into the sky and pulled the. plug before the caller could say too. much. The audience is still out there. You can. listen to all of it right now. The fear in that man's voice is real, >> [music]. >> or it's the greatest performance in. radio history. And somewhere 22,000 miles above the. Earth, a satellite that failed could. fail once again. So, the next time your.

phone call drops, the next time your. internet cuts out for no reason, don't. assume it's a glitch. Assume someone is. listening. >> [music]. >> Gather around. This happened. The Mojave. Desert, California, 1997. 50 miles from.

the nearest paved road. Down a rutted. dirt track most vehicles couldn't. handle, there stood a phone booth. A. standard Pacific Bell booth, glass. walls, metal shelf, dangling phone book, working dial tone. It'd been there for. decades. No one remembers exactly why. The mine it served closed years ago. The. workers were long gone. But Pacific Bell kept paying the. electricity. The line stayed active. The. booth just sat there in the emptiness, waiting. Then a man named Godfrey Doc Daniels.

found the number. He read about it in a. punk scene. Some guy in Los Angeles had. spotted a tiny telephone icon on the map. and driven out to find it. Something. about that stuck with Daniels. A phone. booth in the middle of nowhere. A. working number that no one ever called. He started calling every day. He taped. each call, stated the date and time, let. the phone ring, and hung up. He stuck a. post-it note on his bathroom mirror. Did. you remember to call the Mojave Desert. today? He made every visitor to his. house call the number, too. Half an hour. of tape. Nothing but ringing and the.

sound of his friends leaving messages. for nobody. Then, less than a month in, June 20th, he got a busy signal. Someone was using. the phone. >> [music]. >> He hit redial over and over until the. line started ringing again. A woman answered. Her name was Lorene. She lived out near the old mine. [music]. She didn't have a phone of her own, so. she walked to the booth. Daniels built a. website about it. He posted the number, 760-733-9969, and a simple challenge, call it, see if.

anyone answers. [music]. The internet fell in love. People. started calling from around the world, London, Tokyo, Sao Paulo. The phone rang. constantly in the empty desert day and. night. Then, people started making the trip. They wanted to be on the other end. They. wanted to answer. And what they found. out there. changed them forever. >> [music].

>> People started calling the Mojave phone. booth from around the world. The phone. rang constantly in the empty desert day. and night, and eventually people started. making the trip to answer it. They drove. for hours on paved highway, then turned. onto 15 mi of unpaved dirt road that. rattled their cars and covered. everything in dirt. They arrived at a. phone booth standing alone in a. landscape so empty it could have been on. another planet. The glass was shot out. The phone book was gone. Graffiti. covered every surface, names, dates,

messages from people who'd made the. journey. And they waited. [music] When the phone. rang, the sound hit hard. In the total. silence of the desert, no traffic, no. voices, no hum of any kind, a ringing. phone was almost violent, and you. couldn't ignore it. That's weird. I don't know this. Mojave Desert? This is it. Fine, thanks. People picked up and found themselves.

talking to strangers from halfway around. the world. So, so there's actually a modern. push-button phone there? Yes, there is. And nobody's ripped it out or destroyed. it? No, and our it rings 24 hours a day, seven days a week, from around the. world. I talked to Switzerland. I talked to. Australia, Africa. Of course, I talked. to Kansas, uh Milwaukee, Wisconsin. >> [laughter]. >> The conversations were strange and. personal. >> [music].

>> Something about the isolation made. people open up. They told secrets. They. confessed things they'd never said out. loud. They talked to the booth like it. was a priest, anonymous and free of. judgment. [music]. The New York Times wrote about it in May. 1998. That blew the doors off. Documentary. crews showed up. Musicians wrote songs. about it. The booth got its own fan. sites, its own mythology. People camped. next to it for days waiting for the next. call, [music]. talking to whoever happened to dial the. number. This was 1997, 1998, 1999. The early.

internet, when the web still felt like a. place where weird things could happen, where a phone booth in the desert could. become the most important place in the. world just because enough people decided. it was. But there was something else about the. phone calls. They weren't always friendly. Campers at the booth started reporting.

strange things. Not every call was a. curious stranger or a fellow fan. Some. calls were just static, a low electrical. hum that sounded like the desert wind. had gotten into the wires. Some were. garbled voices, words didn't quite form. into anything you could understand. Sounds that might have been human. or might not have been. One camper answered a call at 3:00 in. the morning. The desert was pitch black, no moon, no artificial light for miles. in any direction, just stars and. silence. He picked up the receiver.

A voice whispered, "I see you.". He looked around. Nothing. Darkness in. every direction. No cars, no. flashlights, no movement. He was alone. He hung up. The phone rang again. Same. voice, same whisper. "I see you.". He didn't answer the third time. He got. in his car and drove 15 mi of dirt road. in the dark. The whole way out, he. couldn't shake the feeling that. something was watching him from the. hills. Other visitors reported the same kind of. thing. >> [music]. >> Calls that felt off, voices that didn't.

sound quite human. The feeling of being. watched in a place where no one should. have been watching. Some saw lights in. the sky above the booth, not planes or. satellites, something else. Others felt vibrations. in the ground when the phone rang, like. the booth was connected to something. underneath the desert. >> [music]. >> The booth pulled in true believers who. thought it was a portal, a beacon, an. antenna drawing attention from things. that weren't human. It pulled in. skeptics who came to prove the stories. wrong and left feeling uneasy. And it.

pulled in people who just wanted to. answer a phone in the middle of nowhere. to prove that connection was still. possible even in the most isolated place. on Earth. And for 3 years, the Mojave. phone booth rang. On May 17th, 2000, Pacific Bell sent a. crew into the desert. They tore down the booth, ripped up the. concrete pad, and disconnected [music]. the line. Per company policy, the phone.

number was retired. A Pac Bell spokesman. later confirmed what fans had feared. They hadn't just removed the booth, they. destroyed it. The official reason was. environmental damage. Too many visitors. driving off-road tearing up the desert, leaving trash in what had become the. Mojave National Preserve. But there was more to it. The preserve. superintendent had confronted Pac Bell. about long-forgotten easement fees for. the land the booth sat on. Fees that had. gone unpaid for years, maybe decades. Pacific Bell didn't fight it, they just. pulled the plug. [music]. The number 760-733-9969.

went dead. Someone placed a headstone at. the site, an actual grave marker, like a. memorial for a dead friend. [music] The. National Park Service removed that, too. But, people still visit. They drive the. 15 mi of dirt road, park in the sand, and stand in the empty spot where the. booth used to be. Nothing there now, just scrub brush and. the faint outline where concrete once. was, and the desert is already taking it. back. Visitors hear a phantom ring, a faint.

electronic sound [music] rising from the. desert floor, coming from nowhere, drifting across the emptiness. The. people who hear it swear it's real. It sounds like the booth is still there, buried under the sand, still connected. to something, still waiting for someone. to answer. In 2013, a phone freak named Lucky 225. acquired the old number through a voice. over IP provider. He set it up so. callers could reach a conference [music]. line, strangers talking to strangers. again, just like the old days. The booth. was gone, but the number lived. Todd.

Daniels spent 10 years writing a book. about the whole thing. Adventures with. the Mojave Phone Booth came out in 2018, funded by a Kickstarter campaign. >> [music]. >> NPR snapped judgment to a segment on it. The podcast 99% Invisible devoted an. episode to it. The novelist J. G. Ballard called the booth a kind of. talismanic object, [music] something. that shouldn't have mattered, but did, for reasons nobody could fully explain. Thousands of people drove hours into the. desert just to talk to strangers. They. told secrets to a phone booth in the.

middle of nowhere because it felt safer. than telling anyone they actually knew. The booth was a piece of forgotten. equipment, a leftover from 1948 that. nobody bothered to disconnect, apology. station for a dead mine. The desert is quiet now. The concrete is. gone. The confessional is closed. But, somewhere under the sand, something is. still waiting [music] for a signal.

>> Gather round. This happened October. 1996. The Cascade Mountains in Washington. state, Dr. Jonathan Reed was hiking with. his golden retriever Susie enjoying a. crisp autumn afternoon in the woods. Reed was a psychologist with a private. practice, an educated man, not the type. to invent stories about aliens.

The woods were quiet, too quiet. Then. Susie barked and ran into the brush. ahead of him. Reed heard a commotion, a low humming. sound, then a yelp, the sound of an. animal in pain. He grabbed a tree branch and ran toward. the noise. He entered a clearing and. stopped. A black triangular craft hovered. silently above the ground, and beneath. it stood a creature, small and gray, and. it was holding what was left of his dog.

The creature moved with impossible. speed. It had Susie by the jaw, and in. one motion, faster than Reed's eye could. track, it crushed her skull. Dog didn't. just die, she turned to powder. Bone and tissue. reduced to dust in seconds. Reed didn't. think. He swung the tree branch as hard. as he could. Solid impact.

The creature collapsed and lay still on. the forest floor. The humming stopped. The woods went silent. It was heavy and oppressive, but the. quiet that follows violence. Reed stood over the body, breathing. hard, trying to understand what he was. looking at. It wasn't human. The creature was about. 4 ft tall with gray skin and large dark. almond-shaped eyes. The body looked. biological, but also synthetic, like. living tissue stretched over machinery,

a suit made of flesh, or flesh made to look like suit. Reed threw up. He just killed an. intelligent being, an extraterrestrial, a being that traveled across space or. dimensions, then up dead in a forest. clearing in Washington state, killed by. a man with a tree branch. Then he realized. he needed proof. He couldn't leave the. body there, it would disappear, or. someone would find it, or he'd come back. tomorrow and convince himself that it. never happened. He had to take it with. him.

Reed wrapped the creature in a foil. emergency blanket from his hiking pack. It was heavier than it looked, and it. smelled strange. It had a chemical odor. like ozone mixed with sulfur. He carried. it to his car, loaded it in the back, and drove home. He couldn't call the police. He couldn't. call a hospital. He couldn't tell anyone. without sounding insane. So, he did the. only thing that made sense. He put the. alien in his chest freezer, shoved it. back in the frozen vegetables, and. closed the lid.

Reed documented everything. He. photographed the creature from every. angle. He recorded video footage. That. footage became some of the most analyzed. alien evidence [music] in history. In the footage, the creature's eyes are. open. They're moist. They reflect light, and they blink. It wasn't dead. It was healing. Reed.

heard it screaming from inside the. freezer, but the screaming was. telepathic, a sound that bypassed his. ears and pierced directly into his mind. It woke him at night. It followed him. during the day. A high-pitched agonizing. [music] shriek that sounded like a. dolphin in pain. He also found an object at the crash. site, a black bracelet that he called. the link. When he wore it, he could. sense the creature's thoughts. He could. feel its rage, its fear, its desperate. attempts to reach others of its kind.

The bracelet connected him to the entity. in ways he didn't understand and. couldn't control. [music]. Within weeks, men showed up Reed's. house. They weren't wearing suits like. the classic men in black. They wore. tactical gear, military equipment. They. carried weapons, the kind of hardware. you don't see outside of a combat zone. They raided his home. They killed people. who had seen the evidence. They burned. his records, his [music] photographs, his backup files. Reed went on the run. He said the. government erased his identity, deleted.

his university records, his professional. licenses, his birth certificate. He. became a ghost, a man with no official. existence, hiding from people who wanted. him dead or silenced. This is Coast to Coast AM. I'm Art Bell, and tonight you're going to get what. you've been waiting for. The alien encounter that Dr. Jonathan. Reed had. about 2 years ago, and you're going to. hear the entire story in a moment. He appeared on Coast to Coast [music]. AM's tell a story. He sounded exhausted.

He sounded broken, like a man who lost. everything. This is all happening in seconds. >> I understand. At that point, I ran forward. and I don't know where the logic came. from. I don't know. There was no forethought. I literally struck with. this bat. hitting the creature. He played the audio of the creature. screaming.

Listeners heard that high-pitched trill. cutting through static. The sound of the. being from another world crying out from. inside a freezer. >> [music]. >> The Jonathan Reed story is polarizing. Skeptics say the alien was a rubber. doll, the video was a puppet, and Reed. was a con man trying to sell a book. They point out that his credentials. can't be verified. They note that no one. has ever found the crash site or found.

more evidence. But the details are haunting. The violence of the encounter, the way. Susie was destroyed in seconds, reduced. to powder by an entity that moved faster. than human reflexes could follow. The specific smell of the creature, that. ozone and sulfur chemical signature, the. telepathic screaming that Reed described. with the desperation of a man who. couldn't make it stop. And the video. If the footage is fake, it's a masterpiece. The creature. breathes. Its chest rises and falls in a.

regular rhythm. Its eyes are moist, catching the light the way living tissue. catches light. When it blinks, the. movement is uneven, not the synchronized. motion of a mechanical puppet, but the. imperfect organic movement of real. [music] eyelids. In 1996, that kind of practical effects. work would require a professional. studio. Jonathan Reed was a. psychologist, not a special effects. artist. He had no background in. filmmaking, no access to. Hollywood-quality materials, no clear. reason to destroy his own life for a. hoax.

Because his life was destroyed. Reed. spent years in hiding. He lost his. career, his home, his identity. He. became a paranoid voice on late-night. radio, playing recordings that most. people dismissed as fantasy. Hoaxers usually profit from their lies. Reed never got rich, never got famous. He got erased. The freezer is what makes this story. different from every other alien. encounter. It grounds the cosmic horror. in everyday life. We all have freezers full of ice cream, frozen vegetables, leftovers we'll never. eat.

Jonathan Reed kept a healing. extraterrestrial in his, wedged between. the frozen peas and the ice cube trays. [music]. He slept in the next room while a being. from another world repaired itself in. the cold and the dark. He heard it. screaming into his mind, and every. morning he had to walk past that freezer. to make his coffee. That's the horror of the Jonathan Reed. story, >> [music]. >> the aftermath, the realization that you. brought something home you can't. explain, that you can't control, and. [music] can't let anyone see. The barrier between normal life and. cosmic nightmare is exactly as thick as.

a freezer door. So, next time you go. hiking and your dog runs into the brush, think twice before you follow. Things in. the woods don't want to be found. Remember, if you break them, you have to. keep them. Thank you so much for hanging out today. My name is AJ. This is the Wi Files, and. that was a campfire story. No debunking, no analysis, just a creepy story to.

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member on on YouTube for three bucks, pays for itself. [music]. And that money goes to the team, not me. Those are the plugs. I got through them. as fast as I could. And that's going to. do it. Till next time, be safe, be kind, and know that you are appreciated. >> [music]. [bell]. >> Oh, oh, yeah. >> [music].

>> I played Polybius in Area 51, [music] a. secret code inside the Bible said I was. >> [music]. >> I love my UFOs and paranormal fun as. well as music. Some say they don't like. I should. [music]. But then another conspiracy theory. becomes the truth, my friends, [music]. and it never ends. [singing]. No, it never ends.

>> [music]. [music]. >> I feel the crab got down got stuck. inside Mount Zion with MK Ultra. I feel. I'm only two away. >> [music]. >> Did Stanley Kubrick fake the moon. landing alone on a film set or were the. shadow people [music] there? The Roswell aliens kissed the smiling. [singing] man.

and I'm told. >> [music]. >> and his name was Cole. but I can't believe. I'm dancing with the. beast. Head over heels on. >> [music]. >> Thursday. next Wednesday chasing. the wild. wild wild beat through the night. All I ever wanted [music] was to just. hear the truth. So the wild wild wild. beat. through the night. >> [music].

[music]. >> The mothman sighting confirmed the solar. storm [music and singing] still come to. have got the the secret city. underground. Mysterious number stations, planets are. both true, [music] Project Stargate and. what the dark watchers found.

>> [music]. >> We're in a simulation, don't you worry. though. The black knight satellite told me so. I can't believe. I'm dancing with the beast. Head over heels [music] on Thursday next. Wednesday chasing. the wild wild wild. beat through the night. All I ever wanted was to just hear the. truth. So the wild ones all repeat. through.

after you. Head professionals. >> [music]. >> dance like they changed you. And the wild ones. all repeat. after you. >> [singing]. >> All [music] I ever wanted was to give. her truth. So the wild ones. all repeat. after you. >> [music].

[music]. >> Cody loves to dance on the dance floor. [music]. because she is a camel. and camels love to dance. when the feeling is right or wasting. time. >> [music].

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