Hi, listeners. I'm Ashley Flowers and I have a story I want to tell you. A story about five seemingly random deaths connected by a strange mystery. So gather round. And listen. Close. Hi Angela Open our professor at Mount Edith State University being of competent and sound mind. Hereby, present my findings on paper into the deaths of Gregor Siegel. Kyle Randolph Tate McCain Rio Wilton, and destiny. Wilton. Allow me to propose a question. If you were to observe the stars at night for what might you perceive? Now, I, admit this question is peculiar but one like the Phoenix has consistently revived itself over the last few millennia. Moreover, this question best serves as a heuristic to understanding the facts to follow. So, if you are determined to consider my forthcoming account, I, strongly encourage you to partake in this simple exercise. Go outside at night. And look at the sky. What do you perceive? The question is purposefully ambiguous so that responses will consistently berry. But you see in this variation were offered a glimpse at the mind. It is impossible to encapsulate the entirety of what was seen, but we can begin to describe what was perceived. and. Perception is wholly dependent on the individual. So you see we learn less of the subject, but rather more on the one who studies it Your answer could be entirely empirical. Certainly it was back. Then before man had any concept of atmosphere or space as such, the scope of your response would be refined to the senses. Perhaps the nocturnal colors called to your consciousness as they did Vincent Van Gogh one-star unite. Or perhaps, it is precisely the lack of color that struck. Your attention might have been alerted to the intensifying effect of global pollution. The world drowning in artificial light the clouds four and catering with poisonous smoke. Certainly van Gogh had little to no awareness of the Earth's rising fever. Have you gone outside and looked? Look at the stars. What do you perceive? Do you see the spiralling coalitions of chaos planets and stars scattered across the universe or do you see the tapestry of ancient legend painted history onto the heaven like the Sistine Chapel You might see the stars, the anchors that hold images to the night. But do you see the minds connect them? I. Confess my introduction has been drawn out and perplexing, but I assure you it is relevant to my report. Finally, let me address the essence of this expose. Over the past week five individuals. The same five I previously named have died in seemingly separate incidents. The police have failed to identify any of their deaths as connected. However, I. Tell You. They are more interlinked than those ancient constellations. And their manner of deaths go far beyond accidental. If. You are unfamiliar with any of these victims or the tragedies that befell them. Let me provide you the facts of each case. Gregor Sehgal. Mr Segel was a college senior of twenty two and a student enrolled in my one two intro to astronomy. He was hardly an industrious student as having failed my course once already but I, was not disposed towards him. In fact, I rather hoped he would overcome his failures and learn a sense of maturity before being released from the juvenile scene of fraternity life. His absences were frequent and unannounced as such. I was hardly disturbed when he missed my lecture on olders paradox. But when he was still missing by his mid term exams, the following day I took notice. It was not until the next morning when I was informed of the grave news. Greg Sago had passed away from an extreme overdose of opioids. He was discovered beneath an overpass on claiming street. The area is infamous for attracting needle junkies and unwanted characters. Well I do not contest the official medical report. It fails to describe the events which led Mr Segel to the scene of his death. It was a few days after hearing what had happened to take McCain that I investigated the site myself. According, to Rick, Lehman a handicapped man with one leg shopping cart full of hubcaps and minor. Ketamine he remembers seeing Mr Segel the day he died. If I am to trust this questionable source supposedly Mr Segel was showcasing signs of extreme anxiety. Mr Lehman said the young man arrived in the evening and stayed beneath the bridge the entire night. This behavior is insanely curious for fraternity student who as his peers have confided in me would only use during parties. Why might have he decided to use Ben? Was He. So impatient could not wait a minute more to sample his poison. Or was the comfort of the damn concrete as alluring as a Hilton Suite. Or did he feel pressured to cower away beneath that bridge of sticks by some overwhelming an enigmatic force? Kyle. Randolph was the second victim during that week of tragedy. I was not formally acquainted with Mr Randolph, but was familiar with his face. I often see him towing behind Gregor's stable after class as they collected into a loud group of young men. He was an offensive guardsmen for the university's football team the mount aided mountaineers. He often sported his red and Black Jersey with pride. So I suppose it is poetic that he would die in it. It was late in the day when the mountaineers were holding a training session. Mr Randolph had already endured a full day of physical exhaustion when finally he was made to do one last lap around the track. Even the cool night air could not quell a raging fire in his chest. He was less than halfway in when he began to lose control of himself. He stumbled forward onto his back. Is Wide with horror as his heart gave in? Almost immediately, paramedics were called to his aid. But nothing could be done. On paper, the circumstances around Mr. Randolph's death were averse to Mr, Sables Unlike his friend, Mr Randolph died of natural causes in a familiar environment and among dozens of his peers. Had I. put no effort into investigating these incidents. I too would have thought Mr Randolph's case was extraneous. After all Mr Randolph. Was a larger young man and his family had a long history of heart disease. Surely his health was just a winding clock ticking down to disaster. Still as young as twenty and fit to play on a university team. Hadn't he done those same exercises a hundred times before. But I digress. Tate. McCain. Truly a tragedy. Mister McCain was one of my most promising students. He enrolled in nearly every course I taught and excel the each one like Hercules to the twelve labours. The night prior to his unfitting end, I was conducting a lab for a three. Oh, four astro biology. Mister McCain, asked to stay late so that he could run a few extra models. I would never discourage the curious mind. So I told him it was acceptable. So long as he locked up the lap. When I left I bid him farewell and said I would see him in the morning for a three eleven. Are Ko astronomy. Come morning however, there was no McCain. I might have been able to ignore Mr Segel's extended sabbaticals but Mr McCain's absence had me considerably concerned. I checked the lab and found it had been properly locked and equipment put away in respectable. This did nothing to alleviate my puzzlement for I still was without knowledge to his leave. But his whereabouts would not stay a mystery furlong. If you are local to the university area. You have likely already heard the rumors. and. If you are of sensible mind, you were probably quick to disregard them as fiction. But those there that day who saw the body before it was quickly concealed by university staff know that the rumors were impaled comparison to the truth. I know because I was there too. And had I not recognized the very same outfit he that day prior, there would have been no way for me to recognize his horribly Gord face. I was put under speculation for a while having the last recorded contact with Mister, McCain. It was only reasonable. But the case was quickly turned around and closed. The overwhelming evidence on the scene proved that Mister McCain had performed fatal self mutilation. Campus surveillance captured the dreadful scene from several angles. According to the Weird County police every one of Mr McCain's final moments were regarded captured on video. For the sake of his family, the Weird County police have not publicly released the film. But a few of the faculty myself included have been allowed to view it. After I had left that night Mr McCain worked in a lab for another hour. Before cleaning up locking the room it was nine, forty, two PM. He, left the north side building and was heading in the direction of the dormitories when he started to display strange behaviour. Still heading in the same direction he suddenly began darting from tree tree crouching his head as though something might fall on top of him. It was beneath one of these trees where Mister McCain began to ruthlessly claw at his eyes. He eventually collapsed. And died from blood loss. No theory to his suicide has satisfied me. Conventional drugs cannot be blamed for the police found no traces within his system. It's true Mister McCain was enrolled with twenty two credit hours and even employed part time on the weekends. But if he was so overwhelmed with work to the point of self-destruction, why? Why would he had asked to stay for an extra hour in the lab? Had I not taught him since he first arrived at the university. Would I not have seen the signs of strain on one of my most intelligent students? It was precisely when police concluded their investigation that I began my own. I started by questioning his friends a few of which were also my students. After Class I. interviewed each of them separately. Their questions whereas numerous as mind and their statements typically unenlightening. But it was one lily porter who informed me of the party Mister McCain had been present to five days prior. Miss Porter explained that she and Mr McCain had gone together to the party at a campus fraternity house. The Same Fraternity House as Mr Segel attended. I asked Miss Porter. If there were any incidents at this party which dealt Mister McCain stress. She stated no but rather, he was having a pleasant time in even began flirting with a young girl from another school. This young girl I would later learn was destiny Hiltermann. Rio Hiltermann was destinies older sister of three years a senior at a community college near Cops Hill, and the fourth victim after Mister McCain. Unfortunately. I know less about Rio will remain than any of the others. She was mostly local to cops hill. So I had never seen her face nor did her obituary appear in my morning paper? Through my own research I learned that Miss Wilson was driving home one night from her part time job at the Ferris family coroner's office when she steered off the road and crashed into a tree. According to the very same establishment, Miss Wilton was returned to. She died instantly. Dear destiny. tremend- was such a delicate soul. Like. A White Begonia. Her caring heart is something to see in brimming light. Yet there she is so vulnerable. burning. Away from the shade. I had the pleasure of meeting with Miss Destiny will tremend- while she was still alive. Unfortunately I came too late to see her sister. Perhaps it was my subconscious aware of the flowers final bloom that warned me time was short but I contacted destiny chairman instantly after Miss Porter's testimony. When I did I. offered my full and uncensored desire for a meeting. She had every right and sensible reason to ignore my requests and yet. She agreed. I visited her family home the next day. She was frightfully distraught as can be understood to a sister in mourning. But behind her grief, I also sensed a very primal fear. Discussion took to that night at the fraternity party. She explained, it had been her sister's idea to go. reas bolstering confidence was often gravitational destiny orbited about her every decision. If her big sister thought, they should go to a college party than they went. And it wasn't like they were complete strangers rea- Hudson old friends at Eighth University. The two had a few drinks and mingled. Soon, enough RIA was off spending private time with some boy and destiny was left adrift among an alien crowd. At some point, she was approached by Tate McCain. They talked and laughed for a while until rea- came stumbling down the stairs crushed on the shoulder of Gregor ll. Ria then tells destiny that Gregor is going to show them a movie. Destiny reluctantly follows but not before convincing McCain to join that. He agrees and the four meet with Gregor's friend Kyle Randolph in the theater room. And so finally. Our stories converge. Five victims of seemingly unrelated tragedies are found all alone in the same room just days before they die. What happens in that room sets forth a series of era personable calamities. Destiny said the room clung to a smell of pot and liquor. She was nervous worried Gregor might try and pressure them into using drugs. However. This was not the case. Apparently familiar with the proceedings took a bag of chips to one of the loungers. Rea- fell into a beanbag chair as Gregor. Drunkenly paste a shelf full of video games, Blu Ray DVD's and football memorabilia. He looked into a cupboard just below the shelves and pulled out a few classic VHS tapes. The covers according to destiny were all white but had a ribbon of color along one side. Most were green. But. One was purple. Gregor boasted his small collection passing them one of the Green Stripe tapes. The cover had the silhouette of swordfish and -scribed in Marco was the title Green Swordfish Twelve. Destiny asked if this was the movie they were going to watch but Gregor, shook his head and said, they were going to try a new one. He said all the tapes aside except for the one with the Purple Ribbon. Destiny said the name of this film was Herpel Moon Four? Destiny Hiltermann could not tell me what was on that tape. Either she could not remember or she refused to remember but she said they left that party after finishing the film. It's not clear whether those five felt any adverse change upon finishing the tape but. Just then as I looked into the hollow is of Destiny Wilton I pictured the canyons of carnage carved into tate McCain's face. Such as I struggled to formulate my questions destiny searched her words to express some insoluble secret. Her next words would forever be like a which to my mind. She leaned in desperately and whispered. Do you see the lines that connect the stars. Try as I did I could not apprehend her thoughts. And so we were both left to despair. For I was alone without understanding. And she was alone without anyone to understand. As I left I promised to return her call the next day. Destiny Wilton took her own life that night. Hanging. Herself with the curtains that defended against the starry night. If you were to observe the stars at nightfall. What might you perceive? In the times of the ancient Greeks the constellations were not just legend but divine. Their positions in the sky were chosen by the gods themselves. To suggest anything less was heresy. Today the opposite is true. The stars were set by a random displacement in the universe. Their existence is natural and far removed from our lives. And their constellations are but delusions of the mind. After all modern science, proves that the stars are light years apart. Do you see now. Do, you see how they're all connected. Certainly, they were all present at that party in the theater room that dreadful day. But it's more than that. It did not come all at once, but it unraveled itself. They all saw it. The same thing they witnessed on that tape. I suspect they witnessed it before they died. Gregor. SAGO. Beneath a bridge beneath the sky escaping into drugs. Into death. Kyle Randolph, pushed to exhaustion but struck down by fear. Down by the night. Tate McCain. Running? Running underneath the site of stars. A site, he could no longer bear. Real. Walterman driving home catching a glimpse of the black. and. In a glimpse, her life is done. Destiny will terminate. Surrendering before her window. Before the dark. If you were to observe the stars at night nightfall. Might you perceive. Does it compare to all? That's there. Does it hold a candle to the stars. I went to search for Greg's collection for Purple Moon for. But all of the tapes were gone. Someone took them. So I am forever alone without understanding. I can't stop wondering whether what those vice saw on that tape made them Matt. Or made them see. When often I am plagued by this thought I must go under the night sky and look up. Were the ancient Greeks. So wrong to perceive the divine among the heavens. Certainly, they are light years apart. What do you see? You see the stars. But do you see the lines that connect them? This series was produced by Ashley Flowers and David Flowers, this episode was written by David Flowers and read by Ashley Flowers. This story was modified slightly for audio retailing, but you can find the original info on our website. 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