3x-xx-xx ep026 The Devil Tracks Of Devonshire

The makers of X-Lacks present Strange as it seems. Before we begin tonight's Strange Adventures, the Devil Tracks of Devonshire and the Strange Story of Anthem, we want to read an open letter to Mr. John J. Millionaire.

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And now, on with the show. The Devil Cracks of Devonshire. February 8, 1855, heavy snow has fallen all night in the English County of Devonshire. All along the coast of England from Torquey to Exma, the distance of a hundred miles, the storm has not abated.

Wind was enclosed, doors are bolted. It is well you country folk of Devonshire, and you bolt your doors. All the devil walks abroad tonight. In the cottage of Giles-Hobson, the first streets of dawn appear on the wooden floor.