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Oct. 22th Death Row Wraiths Of Rook River Prison Setup

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Mysterious by Tom Aldrich

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Soul Sleuths intro, voice over plays over intro montage of explorations.

 

Paranormal. Supernatural. Otherworldly. Mysterious.

Unexplained.

There are those who shrug off these words.

There are those who find these words irresistible.

If you are watching, then you are among the latter. You are people with

inquisitive minds, adventurous hearts, and courageous souls.

Together, we will explore places some say are inhabited by restless

spirits, demons, and creatures of unknown origin.

Our team of believers and skeptics seek to unite science and mysticism

in our quest to produce empirical evidence that some things may exist on

the boundaries of what we regard as reality.

Welcome to Soul Sleuths, where "investigation is just the beginning."

 

SCENE ONE

 

(dissolves to Soul set where Nica and Hammer sit on white throw cloth-covered armchairs)

 

Nica: Hi there, thank you for joining us, and we hope you will enjoy seeing me scared out of my mind as we investigate the Death Row Wraiths Of Rook River Prison.

 

Hammer: I think Johnny Cash had a song about that place.

 

Nica: (snort/laughs) No, he didn't, but it would be cool if he did. Speaking of cool, we're going to be using a cool new device invented by our very own, Edi! (motions) Come on over, Edi, and tell everyone what this new weapon to our arsenal is called, and what it does.

 

Rebus: (from direction of camera) Cord!

 

There's a brief scene of Edi falling into frame then everything goes black. When picture resumes, Nica and Hammer are in their chairs, Edi is seated on the floor, on a puffy cushion, between them. She's wearing a pink helmet of some sort, pink jammies with teddy bear slippers, and is waving vigorously at the camera.

 

Nica: And we're back. Just a little technical difficulty.

 

Edi: That's me! Hi, everybody! (Hammer chuckles)

 

Nica: Edi, why don't you tell our fellow investigators about your new invention?

 

Hammer: And why you're in your PJs.

 

Rebus: (vo from direction of camera) I don't mind.

 

Edi: My PJs are comfy. (pointing to her head) It's called the Spectre Detectre. It allows the wearer to see and hear spectral images and sounds, enhanced by A.I.

 

Hammer: So, it creates images and sounds?

 

Edi: Not exactly, it's constantly measuring electromagnetic waves, EMFs, as well as temperature, motion, and barometric pressure. All of this data is fed into the computer, the A.I. searches for bunching then extrapolates what is the most likely source, shape, and/or sound.

 

Nica: Bunching?

 

Edi: (nods) Uh huh, when a bunch of data seems to be focused in one area, simultaneously. Like when your shorts ride up in--

 

Nica: And there you have it, people. The Spectre Detectre, one of a kind. Hopefully this pioneering tech will become available to paranormal investigators worldwide, if our field tests are successful. (the set fades, being replaced with black and white images that match the accompanying voice over) In 1953, the city of Rook River, in Eastern Washington, was selected as the site of a new prison. Mostly for its isolation, and relative ease of security. With the treacherous rapids of Rook River running along along the west side, and flat expanses of open prairie everywhere else, it was considered inescapable, and was soon filled with the dregs of the criminal world; murderers, rapists, and other violent offenders.

 

Hammer: (vo) I imagine there were a lot of fights and whatnot, with people like that being crammed together.

 

Nica: (vo) Not as much as you would think. William Roscoe Brickermann was the warden--

 

Hammer: (vo) Helluva name.

 

Nica: (vo) Yeah. You needed a name like that to be a warden in Rook River. Brickermann was a stickler for security, and he had no sympathy for the "miscreants of human detritis" in his keeping.

 

Hammer: (vo) Why did you do air quotes?

 

Nica: (vo) Because I was quoting.

 

Hammer: (snort/laughs) (vo) That was a quote?

 

Nica: (vo) From one of Brickermann's statements, yeah.

 

Hammer: (laughs) (vo) Wow. So, these prisoners must have had it rough.

 

Nica: (vo) Yes and no. Prisoners were never kept more than two to a cell. They were rotated once a week. They were fed in their cells, without utensils, depriving them of a means to fashion weapons.

 

Hammer: (vo) They ate with their fingers?

 

Nica: (vo) Their meals consisted of varying types of soups they could drink from bowls, and sandwiches.

 

Hammer: (vo) Is that healthy?

 

Nica: (vo) Apparently, it was. There were no cases of malnourishment.

 

Hammer: (vo) Sounds like they should adopt that for all prisons. Curb that shiv making.

 

Nica: (laughs) (vo) Prisoners were allowed books to read, games to play, but there was no mass interaction except for once daily when 25 men at a time would be allowed into the yard for exercise. These precautions kept the guards safe, reduced prison violence, and while Brickermann was often criticized for his failure to advance rehabilitation, there were few noteworthy incidents of death, or violence.

 

Hammer: (vo) Doesn't sound like a place that would be super haunted. (pause) I can tell by the look on your face that there's more to this story.

 

Nica: Bailey

Hammer: Arc

Edi: Teddi

Philly: Seth

Rebus: Erebus

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Uploaded on October 23, 2023