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‎The Blood Stream: Episode 00052 - Site 13 on Apple Podcasts

‎Show The Blood Stream, Ep Episode 00052 - Site 13 - Feb 3, 2024

New episode is up, and this week I look at Nathan Faudree's flick, Site 13. You'll just have to listen to see if it drove me mad or not.

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A WOUNDED FAWN premiers tomorrow December 1st on SHUDDER!

I co-wrote this movie and it’s absolutely crazy that tomorrow it premieres. Unreal.

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The Fairport Incident

The following is from the introduction to “An Evaporated World: The Fairport Incident”

When you first drive up the hill leading into Fairport, you notice two things, the ever present ash cloud and the military blockade.  It’s been five years since the events of August 16th, but this scar on the face of the world still bleeds.

Like everyone else, I sat glued to my television on that day, watching as the perfect example of the American small town, went mad and then burned; watching the blockades rise and the people of the town cut down by automatic gun fire and finally the ground itself exploding with sufficient force to launch a large chunk of earth that the town stood on into the cold emptiness of space.

The Senate hearings came to many conclusions, but the pervading wisdom to explain the events was an explosive venting of poisonous gasses followed by a volcanic eruption. But, how could a region with no fault lines and no subterranean fissures produce such a violent geographic event? A freak confluence of geological pressure is what they said.  They moved on quickly to speeches and memorials, hoping to cover the fact that they had absolutely no idea what had happened.  Soon after the blockades became more permanent and the powers that be moved on to the next crisis.  

But the earth still burns. The cloud of smoke and ash refuses to be swept under the carpet.

And what about the survivor. What about Sean Gallows, the last survivor of this hell on earth?  He sits in the maximum security wing of the Beagin County Institute for the Criminally Insane. He sits in a small room where he writes every day, over and over again, “I am unwritten, the Evaporated Man.”  The Evaporated Man, an appropriate description for this poor broken soul. But why is he there?  Of course, he is in need of serious treatment, but why a hospital for the criminally insane? Why the maximum security wing? Sean Gallows is just one more piece of the puzzle that has been locked away from sight. The hope is that no one will look too closely and let the incident fade away.

But the homemade memorials still stand on the lonely stretch of State Route 107. The chunk of earth that Fairport stood on still makes it’s way further into space, nearing the asteroid belt at last sighting.

So, why write this? Why dig up old wounds that literally have not healed? Like any project that I’ve worked on over the past few years, the Fairport Incident settled into a part of my brain that refused to let it die.  The more I look, the more questions I find.  And as I dig further, I find that I am just now starting to see the connections.  I’ve interviewed Sean Gallows. I’ve combed through the social media and any online records that I have for the residents. I’ve interviewed surviving relatives. These stories are the most accurate supposition that I can make.  How do they end? We all know the answer to that. They end in madness, flames and horror. But how did they get there and what might we be able to piece together from their accounts? That is the point of this. I will post new stories as I come upon them and maybe, just maybe, we can arrive at some answers together.

The residents of Fairport are gone, but they will not, must not, be forgotten.  Their stories are the surest way to accomplish that.

And at night, you can see the orange glow on the clouds as the earth still burns where Fairport stood.