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OR AT LEAST I THINK IT WAS THE
SPRINKLERS.
IT COULD HAVE BEEN CAT PISS FOR
ALL I KNOW.
MAYBE THAT'S WHAT I SMELL.
DON'T LIE, GIRL.
DEAD YETI.
GOOD TO KNOW.
WOW, MAYA.
ALONG FOR THIS.
CONVERSATION.
WHAA!
CHEETOS.
[ LAUGHS ]
THANK GOD.
I'M GOOD.
I'M SORRY.
[ LAUGHS ]
YOU BETTER BE.
LET'S GET GOING.
I'M ALMOST DONE!
I'M GOOD!
REMAINS.
FUNNY.
COME ON.
[ LAUGHTER ]
RIDICULOUS.
ARE YOU DONE?
[ SIGHS ]
REALLY?
NICE.
OH, GOD!
HEY!
YOU GUYS WANT TO HEAR ABOUT MY
LAST INTERNSHIP?
YOU GET A MOVIE?
NOT EXACTLY.
THAT'S HOT.
THERE.
IT'S EVERYTHING YOU'RE
THINKING.
JUST GROSS!
BY THE END OF THE DAY, I FEL LIKE I HAD SUCTION CUPS ON THE
I KEPT STICKING TO THE FLOOR AND
SH*T.
WE HAD A QUICK BREAK WHILE THEY
SO, I'D GO OVER TO CRAF SERVICE, WHICH CONSISTS OF A
AS I GO TO GRAB SOMETHING, ONE
WITHOUT ANYTHING GOING STARTS TO
F*** HIMSELF RIGHT IN FRONT OF
ME.
[ LAUGHTER ]
WEATHER, LIKE I'M
GEORGE MICHAEL, AND WE'RE IN A
PUBLIC RESTROOM.
AND WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT, HE
TAKES HIS DICK HAND AND STICKS
IT RIGHT IN THE BOWL, TAKING A
[ LAUGHTER ]
BUSINESS LIKE HE DOES IT ALL THE
TIME.
THE F***ER HAD A FREE HAND AND
STILL CHOSE TO DIG IN THERE WITH
HIS GOOEY HAND.
F***ING DICK.
AFTER THAT.
[ LAUGHS ]
IS THIS IT?
THERE?
OUT, THE TOWN POPULATION WEN FROM, LIKE, 7,000 TO 50
PRACTICALLY OVERNIGHT.
COUPLE CONCEIVED THEIR FIRS CHILD IN THE BOTTOM OF THE PIT.
THERE TODAY.
SERIOUS.
GREAT ORGY.
WE GO.
ALL RIGHT.
WELCOME, FOLKS.
HI, SIR.
DOCUMENTARY FOR A CLASS ON THE
OLD HOSPITAL.
OH, AIN'T NOTHING WORTH
DOCUMENTING UP THERE, GIRL.
GHOSTS?
IS THAT RIGHT?
[ CHUCKLES ]
UH, YEAH.
COPPER QUEEN?
YEAH.
LIFE.
ONE OF THE UNFORTUNATE 50, I
GUESS.
SOMETHING FUNNY?
OH, NO. SORRY.
MISS IT.
SOMETIME AROUND 1910, I THINK
DURING THE TAFT PRESIDENCY, THE
HOSPITAL WAS OPEN TO ACCOMMODATE
THE INFLUX OF MINERS AND THEIR
MULE.
MULE MOUNTAINS.
AT ITS PEAK, OUR POPULATION ROSE
TO OH, ABOUT 9,000.
WERE OVER.
AT THE TIME, THE HOSPITAL BECAME
A SPECIAL-CARE FACILITY AND
CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL.
AT LEAST, THAT'S WHAT THEY TOLD
US.
WASN'T UNTIL THE '70s, AFTER THE
STARTED TO HEAR ABOUT THE THINGS
HOSPITAL IS HAUNTED?
UM, WELL, I DON'T KNOW FOR
CERTAIN.
I'VE HEARD LOTS OF STORIES, BU I PERSONALLY HAVEN'T SEEN
ANYTHING.
WELL, LIKE I SAID, I HAVEN' SEEN ANYTHING MYSELF, BUT MY
BEST FRIEND AT THE TIME, SONNY?
TERRIFIED ONE ONE NIGHT BY WHA SHE HAD SEEN.
IT WAS LIKE SHE WAS HOPPED UP ON
SOMETHING, YOU KNOW?
ALL MANIC.
SO, THERE'S GOT TO BE SOMETHING
TO IT.
POOR KIDS WITH THA ELECTRIC-SHOCK THERAPY.
YEARS.
MOST OF THE PATIENTS WERE WARDS
OF THE STATE LABELED WITH SOME
SOCIAL-BEHAVIORAL DISORDER OR
ILLNESS.
ALL THIS CAME OUT AFTER THA F***ING DOCTOR WAS FOUND.
CLOSURE OF THE MINE, ALMOST SHU THIS TOWN DOWN.
NOW WE'RE JUST A BOOMTOWN
WASTELAND.
MAN WHO SEEMED TO FLOAT THROUGH
DRAGGING A DEAD BODY BEHIND HIM.
NO, IT'S ALL BULLSHIT, LADY.
STORIES!
MY AUNT -- I MEAN, BACK IN '93?
MAN, SHE SAID SHE SAW ELVIS A THE PIGGLY WIGGLY.
MAN, I WAS AT THE STOP-N-GO ONE
IT WASN'T WHO I THOUGHT IT WAS,
BUT I SAW HIM.
MARMOT.
BUT PEOPLE SEE WHAT THEY WANT TO
SEE, LADY.
IT'S JUST, YOU KNOW -- DON' LISTEN TO NOBODY.
IT'S ALL BULLSHIT, REALLY.
EXCUSE ME, SIR?
COULD YOU TELL US ABOUT THE OLD
HOSPITAL?
OH, I'M SORRY.
I'M MAKING A DOCUMENT--
LEAVE IT ALONE.
THAT PLACE CAUSED THIS TOWN MORE
TROUBLE.
YOU CITY RATS -- YOU DON'T KNOW
UM...THANK YOU!
ALL RIGHT.
BASTARD.
SHE TOOK YOU?
BUT ONLY IN BROAD DAYLIGHT AND
NOWADAYS, I DON'T HAVE MUCH
I SURE AS HELL WON'T LET MY KIDS
GO OUT THERE.
HEAR A NEWS STORY THAT SAYS THA THEY MUST HAVE BEEN SWALLOWED UP
BY SOME GHOSTS.
[ CHUCKLES ]
SOMEBODY HEARD SOMETHING,
SOMEBODY SAW SOMETHING -- THINGS
LIKE THAT.
BUT ONLY STORIES.
WITH ME.
MRS. CAMPBELL.
[ CHUCKLES ]
YEAH, YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO ASK
MRS. CAMPBELL.
[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS ]
NUMBER 25.
FROM THIS PLACE.
WELL, IT'S A LITTLE F***ED
"TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE,"
EITHER.
YEAH, BUT, I MEAN, EVER SINCE
DESERT, I JUST FEEL LIKE WE'RE
GONNA GET SHOT, OR WE'RE GONNA
BULLSHIT LIKE THAT.
IT'S LIKE WE'RE JUST ASKING FOR
IT.
WE DON'T NEED YOU, ANYWAY.
THANKS.
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