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The Bucket of Blood: Holbrook's Haunted Saloon · Ghost stories and the Unusual Paranormal podcast

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Speaker 1: Morning, good, afternoon. Good. Even where we are across the country,
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Speaker 1: around the world, you are listening to Ghost Stories and
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Speaker 1: the Unusual Panormal Podcast. I am indeed your favorite neighborhood investigator,
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Speaker 1: Joe the Ghost Guy. I hope everyone's having a one
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Speaker 1: for a week. You know, it's hum day to day,
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Speaker 1: and hope everyone's enjoying it. It's about that those dog
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Speaker 1: days of summer, right before every thing starts to cool
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Speaker 1: off and fall. But and it's also the spooky season,
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Speaker 1: so very exciting. And today I'm going to talk about
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Speaker 1: something that I did our first season, and I've talked
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Speaker 1: about the in Holebrook talk about the old Bucket of
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Speaker 1: Bud Saloon, and I thought I would give you more
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Speaker 1: explanation and why the name it changed from its previous
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Speaker 1: and what the name was a previous and the reason
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Speaker 1: why so. And also I found a couple other ghost
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Speaker 1: stories that's related to it. So let's start today, all right,
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Speaker 1: Let's sit on the couch, snuggle up with the loved ones,
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Speaker 1: bag of popcorn or bowet popcorn next to you. Let's
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Speaker 1: turn on lights because it's lights out. First story, We're
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Speaker 1: going to talk about the horse Head Saloon that the
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Speaker 1: men who never left. Most people in the Bone evaded
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Speaker 1: the salute water dark. They said the building had been
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Speaker 1: standing there for more than a century. They said its
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Speaker 1: wooden floors had to absorbed the blood. The whiskey his secrets.
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Speaker 1: The generations of miners, drifters, gamblers, and outlaws. But there's
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Speaker 1: one story that people whispered more quietly than others. Call
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Speaker 1: it the man in the Black Cat. According to legend,
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Speaker 1: someone and sometime in late eighteen hundreds, a stranger rode
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Speaker 1: into town just before a terrible winter storm came. He
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Speaker 1: walked into the horse had saloon wearing a long black
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Speaker 1: coat and a black cat pulled over his face. Nobody
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Speaker 1: knew his name. He sat alone at the far end
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Speaker 1: of the bar. The bartender poured on a whiskey. The
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Speaker 1: stranger never touched it. Instead, he stared into the mirror
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Speaker 1: behind the bottles. Then he quickly said, is my horse
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Speaker 1: still outside? Bartender looked through the window. There was no horse,
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Speaker 1: only darkness. When he turned back around, the stranger was gone.
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Speaker 1: The whiskey glass remained on the counter, and inside the
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Speaker 1: glass was a single drop of blood. That night, a
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Speaker 1: terrible storm buried the town. The next morning, they found
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Speaker 1: a dead horse behind the saloon. The saddle was still on,
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Speaker 1: but there was no footprints leaning towards it, and no
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Speaker 1: rider was ever found. Years passed, the story became nothing
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Speaker 1: more than an old legend until people began hearing footsteps,
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Speaker 1: usually round two o'clock in the morning. Slow footsteps, step, step, step,
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Speaker 1: they would begin. It would begin upstairs, then treble the
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Speaker 1: wooden staircase, and stopped directly behind whoever happened to be
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Speaker 1: standing at the bar. Some claimed they would could feel
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Speaker 1: someone breathing against the back of their neck. Others heard
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Speaker 1: a man's voice whisper, where's my horse. The strangest part
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Speaker 1: was the mirror. People sitting at the bar sometimes reported
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Speaker 1: seeing a man standing behind them, a tall man, black hat,
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Speaker 1: black coat, tell face, but whenever they turn around, nobody
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Speaker 1: was there. One night, a young bar tender named Daniel
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Speaker 1: decided he didn't he wasn't afraid of the ghost stories.
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Speaker 1: He laughed when the old timers warned them not to
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Speaker 1: stay after closing. I'll prove them there there is nothing here,
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Speaker 1: he says. At midnight, he locked the doors. At one,
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Speaker 1: nothing happened. One thirty, nothing happened. Then when the clock
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Speaker 1: struck two long, Daniel heard footsteps upstairs. He froze step step.
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Speaker 1: He grabbed the flashlight and slowly climbed up the stairs.
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Speaker 1: The hallway was empty. Then he turned. Then then he
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Speaker 1: came to a sound from behind him. A horse not
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Speaker 1: outside inside the building, don't Daniels spun around nothing, then
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Speaker 1: another sound. Doump. Something heavy was walking towards them, walking
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Speaker 1: cross across the floorboards. He followed the sounds back downstairs.
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Speaker 1: The saloon was completely dark. Then he knows something on
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Speaker 1: the floor, wet footsteps, horse tracks, and then they began
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Speaker 1: at the front door. They crossed the saloon and stopped
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Speaker 1: directly in front of the mirror. Daniels slowly raised his flashlight.
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Speaker 1: The mirror reflected the room, the empty tables, the bottles,
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Speaker 1: the bar, and Daniel, but there was some standing behind him,
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Speaker 1: man wearing a black hat. Daniel didn't move. The figure
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Speaker 1: slowly lifted his head. His face was gray and lifeless.
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Speaker 1: Then he whispered, you see my horse. Daniel turned around nothing.
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Speaker 1: Then he looked back in the mirror. The man was gone,
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Speaker 1: but the reflection of Daniel was no longer alone. A
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Speaker 1: dark figure stood behind him, and this time he was smiling.
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Speaker 1: The front door suddenly slammed open. If a freezing wind
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Speaker 1: tore through the saloon, the lights went out, Daniel heard
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Speaker 1: the sound of a horse screaming somewhere in the darkness.
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Speaker 1: The man's voice whispered, directing his ear. Still waiting. Next morning,
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Speaker 1: Daniel was gone. The police found his flashlight on the floor,
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Speaker 1: They found his boots beside the bar, and they found
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Speaker 1: a single black cat sitting on the counter. Daniel was
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Speaker 1: never seen again. To this day, people who visit the
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Speaker 1: Horsehead Saloon still still tell stories about strange footsteps on
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Speaker 1: explained voices, and a dark figure appearing in an old mirror,
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Speaker 1: and someone. If you'd stay inside after midnight, you might
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Speaker 1: hear a horse walking somewhere beneath the floorboards, step step.
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Speaker 1: If you're unlucky enough to hear someone whisper your name,
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Speaker 1: don't turn around, because, accordant to legend, if the horse
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Speaker 1: Heads saloom, the man in the black hat isn't looking
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Speaker 1: for his horse anymore. He's looking for someone to ride
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Speaker 1: with him. That's a pretty good story. Now let's go
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Speaker 1: to where made the story. Here our future presentation, And
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Speaker 1: if you ever come, come come across, and you travel
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Speaker 1: through Holebrook, And if you happen to go down south
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Speaker 1: and hit an old sign, the the sloon's right there,
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Speaker 1: and it's called the Bucket of Blood Saloon, where the
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Speaker 1: floor is remembered. There are places where history feels like history,
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Speaker 1: old photographs, whether it be buildings, names carved into stone.
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Speaker 1: And where are places where history feels like something else,
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Speaker 1: something that never really left to night. We're traveling deep
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Speaker 1: into the Arizona Desert to a little town called Holbrook,
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Speaker 1: a town that in the late eighteenth century had earned
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Speaker 1: a reputation for violence, and so notorious that the streets
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Speaker 1: themselves seemed to carry warnings. And there in the middle
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Speaker 1: of that rough frontier town stands a saloon originally called
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Speaker 1: Terrell's Cottridge Saloon. It was built in eighteen eighty eight
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Speaker 1: by Byron Terrell, during the period when Holbrook was just
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Speaker 1: becoming a booming cattle and railroad town. But eventually no
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Speaker 1: one would remember it simply. Nobody would remember it simply
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Speaker 1: as the cottage. They would remember it by a name
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Speaker 1: that sounds less like a business and more like a threat,
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Speaker 1: the Bucket of Blood. And according to local history, the
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Speaker 1: name came after a violent station, violent Comfort Comfort confrontation
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Speaker 1: in which two men were killed and so much blood
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Speaker 1: covered the floor that the people compared it to an
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Speaker 1: entire bucket of blood. Exact year in circumstances, very among
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Speaker 1: very amongst historical accounts. Some sources placed thee if It
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Speaker 1: Must incident in eighteen eighty six, while the National Park
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Speaker 1: Service historic documentation dates the saloon's informal nickname to a
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Speaker 1: eighteen ninety one double murder. But regardless to which version
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Speaker 1: you believe, the story has survived. And perhaps that's because
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Speaker 1: Hobrook isn't simply a town where violence occasionally happened, is
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Speaker 1: a place where violence had became part of everyday life.
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Speaker 1: Imagine Hobrook in the eighteen hundred eighteen eighties. No neon signs,
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Speaker 1: no paid highways, see services weighing around the corner. Instead,
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Speaker 1: there were horses, tight outside buildings, dirty streets, railroad tracks,
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Speaker 1: cattlemen coming into town, gamblers looking for easy money, and
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Speaker 1: men carrying loaded revolvers. The Aztec Glenn and Cattle Company
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Speaker 1: had established itself in the area in eighteen eighty four,
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Speaker 1: and its cowboys became known as the Hatch Snipe Outfit.
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Speaker 1: Historical Council described the hoebrook as rough cattletown, where gunplay
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Speaker 1: and violence were not uncommon. After spending days a weeks
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Speaker 1: on the range, cowboys coming to town looking for whiskey, gambling, women, food,
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Speaker 1: and of course trouble, and sometimes they found all fired
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Speaker 1: at the same building, the saloon. Inside everything smelled of whiskey,
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Speaker 1: sweat to back go, smoke and gun oil. Cards slapped
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Speaker 1: against wooden tables, coins rattled, men laughed too loudly. Arguments
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Speaker 1: began over almost nothing, a drink, a woman, a horse,
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Speaker 1: a dead a playing card, or just a look. And
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Speaker 1: someone knew that that somewhere beneath the laughter was the
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Speaker 1: possible or possibility of a gunshot. One moment people could
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Speaker 1: be drinking together, the next someone could be dying on
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Speaker 1: the floor, and the Book of the Blood would become
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Speaker 1: one of the places where that possibility came a reality.
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Speaker 1: The stories surrounding the saloon's infamous name aren't completely consistent.
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Speaker 1: It's part of what makes the legend so unsettling. The
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Speaker 1: historical account deserved by the Nevo County Library tells the
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Speaker 1: cowboys of one cowboy, Joe Crawford, and the gambler George Bell,
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Speaker 1: who had been at the cottage playing cards with Roman
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Speaker 1: Lopez and another man. A disagreement erupted, Lopez struck Crawford
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Speaker 1: over the head with the gun. Crawford drew his revolver,
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Speaker 1: and suddenly the card game became a massacre. When the
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Speaker 1: shooting stopped, two men lay dead and the floor was
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Speaker 1: stained with so much blood that the surviving cowboys said
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Speaker 1: it looked like as though someone had spilt an entire
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Speaker 1: bucket of it. Imagine being the first person to walk
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Speaker 1: into the room. Afterward, the cards still scattered across the table,
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Speaker 1: a knocked over a whiskey glass rolled slowly across the floor,
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Speaker 1: smoke hanging in the air, and two bodies lying there
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Speaker 1: moments before and then where moments before they had their conversation.
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Speaker 1: Nobody knew what to say, nobody knew where to look,
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Speaker 1: but someone knew that they had to what they just witnessed.
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Speaker 1: The cottage saloon had changed, and eventually so did its name. Today,
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Speaker 1: there is still a street of Holbrook called the Bucket
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Speaker 1: of Blood Street. The City of Holbrook describes the area
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Speaker 1: part of the town's historic downtown and connects the infamous
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Speaker 1: nae to the violent history surrounding the Terrell's Cottage saloon.
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Speaker 1: But imagine walking that street at night. The desert winds
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Speaker 1: rose through the darkness, the old buildings sitting silently. The
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Speaker 1: railroad tracks were near by, and somewhere beneath the modern
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Speaker 1: world is a memory of another Hope Brook, a hope
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Speaker 1: Brook where a man could walk into swoon alive and
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Speaker 1: never walk back out. People sometimes imagine the Old West
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Speaker 1: was romantic cowboys riding beneath the infamous sunsets, six shooters,
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Speaker 1: dusty trails. Frontier was freedom, but for the real Frontier
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Speaker 1: it could be bruly unforgiving. The National Parks Service historical
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Speaker 1: documentation knows that Arizona saloons is the period where important
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Speaker 1: social centers but could also become the places the most
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Speaker 1: violence and when alcohol tempers collide and the Bucket of
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Speaker 1: Blood was remembered as one of the roughest. Now this
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Speaker 1: is where the history gives way to legend. There is
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Speaker 1: no reliable evidence proving that the ghost haunt the old saloon,
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Speaker 1: but places of violent histories have a strange way of
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Speaker 1: accepting stories. People hear footsteps, they hear voices, they feel watched.
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Speaker 1: They walk into an empty room and suddenly that and
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Speaker 1: suddenly feel that they weren't alone. And when the name
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Speaker 1: of the building is Bucket of Blood, the imagination doesn't
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Speaker 1: need much help. So imagine, just for a moment, that
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Speaker 1: you are standing inside and no buildings after midnight. Town
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Speaker 1: is silent, the lights are out, there's nobody inside. You
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Speaker 1: take one step, you stop, another step, then another sound,
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Speaker 1: not behind you, not beside you, above you, slow deliberate, one, two, three,
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Speaker 1: You tell yourself that it's a building, is settling, old wood,
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Speaker 1: old walls, nothing more than you hear something else, the
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Speaker 1: chair scraping across the floor. You freeze before you are
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Speaker 1: not alone anymore, at last, at least that's what makes
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Speaker 1: me makes you feel like Imagine seeing a table in
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Speaker 1: the darkness, four chairs, three empty, one occupied. One man
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Speaker 1: sis there with his back towards that turned towards you.
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Speaker 1: He's wearing an old fashioned hat, his shoulders were perfectly still.
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Speaker 1: You say hello, and then doesn't answer. You step closer.
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Speaker 1: The cards are on the table, are arranged in a
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Speaker 1: polker's hand. You look down, and then the man solely
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Speaker 1: raises one hand. His finger points towards the chair upside
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Speaker 1: opposite him, an invitation sit You don't instead you step backwards,
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Speaker 1: and then finally speaks, his voice barely more in a whisper.
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Speaker 1: His finger points towards the chair upside him. Sit down.
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Speaker 1: He turned and run because he suddenly understands something. The
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Speaker 1: man isn't ask you to play. He's waiting for someone,
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Speaker 1: some who never came back, someone who died before the
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Speaker 1: game was finished. The Bucket of Bud's reputation did not
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Speaker 1: end in the instant that gave its infinitous name. Another
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Speaker 1: violent episode occurred in eighteen ninety six. Historical count describes
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Speaker 1: the dispute involved in playing cards at the saloon. The
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Speaker 1: saloon manager, Harry Donnelly, later shot George C. Hyatt outside
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Speaker 1: the establishment calmly was arrested by a deputy sheriff. Holford.
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Speaker 1: Story is a reminder that the legend of the Bucket
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Speaker 1: of Blood wasn't built round one fighting night. It grew
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Speaker 1: into a pattern arguments, guns, death, again and again and again.
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Speaker 1: And that what makes the place so disturbing, Because if
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Speaker 1: ghosts really do remain where this tragedy occurred, what happens
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Speaker 1: when tragedy happens over and over and over again. Does
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Speaker 1: one spirit remain or does the building become crowded with memories.
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Speaker 1: That's imagined as two thirteen in the morning, the town's asleep,
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Speaker 1: the desert's cold. The train passionate passes. Someone in the distance.
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Speaker 1: Then the sound from inside the old saloon, a glass breaking, silence,
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Speaker 1: then another, and suddenly voices muffled, angry, several men arguing.
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Speaker 1: Don't understand the words, but you could hear the anger.
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Speaker 1: And someone screams. A gunshot crashed through the night, bangs,
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Speaker 1: something stops or everything stops. Silence, You wait, nothing, then
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Speaker 1: another gun shot. Then you look towards the building. You
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Speaker 1: see a shadow standing beside one of the windows, a
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Speaker 1: man still watching. You blink, He's gone. You step closer.
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Speaker 1: The window is empty. But then and a hand appears
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Speaker 1: on the other side of the glass. Five fingers pressing
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Speaker 1: against the window, and a brad and beneath the hand,
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Speaker 1: a dark stain begins to spread across the glass. He
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Speaker 1: stumbled backward because you know what it looks like blood
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Speaker 1: years past, the Old West disappeared, the cowboys vanished, the
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Speaker 1: gunslingers disappeared, saloons changed, and eventually the bucket of blood
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Speaker 1: stops upring as a saloon. Historical records note that The
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Speaker 1: building became largely vacant after prohibition and later used for
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Speaker 1: storage of the purposes, but the building survived. It's the
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Speaker 1: strange thing about old places. People die, businesses disappear, generations
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Speaker 1: come and go, but the walls remain, and walls remember nothing,
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Speaker 1: or so we tell ourselves. Now, imagine a final story.
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Speaker 1: I document an event, a ghost story, the kind whispered
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Speaker 1: by someone. The squares they heard it from. Someone was there.
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Speaker 1: A traveler arrives in homework late at night. He has
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Speaker 1: been driving for hours. He sees an old street, the
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Speaker 1: old buildings, and then moses his sign bucket of Blood Street.
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Speaker 1: He laughs, that's one held a name. Then he notices
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Speaker 1: something strange, an old saloon door standing open. He knows
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Speaker 1: that the building wasn't isn't an upring as a saloon.
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Speaker 1: But inside he sees light, a warm yellow light. He
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Speaker 1: hears piano music. He walks inside. The room is filled.
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Speaker 1: Men are drinking cards, a're being dealt. Someone laughs. Bartender
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Speaker 1: looks at directly at him. You're late, the Trevor says,
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Speaker 1: late for what. Bartender smiles for the game. Trevor looks around.
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Speaker 1: Something feels wrong. Nobody is moving quite naturally. Nobody is blinking,
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Speaker 1: and then he knows something. Every person in the room
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Speaker 1: is staring at him, every single one. Bartender pours him
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Speaker 1: a drink. The glass is red. The traveler pushes away.
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Speaker 1: What is that? The bartender whispers the last. The traveler stands.
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Speaker 1: He tries to leave, but the door isn't there anymore. Instead,
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Speaker 1: there's a wall behind him. Cards began shuffling. Someone says deal.
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Speaker 1: Another voice, deal, and another deal, and everyone begins whispering
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Speaker 1: the same word, del dem. The traveler turns around. The
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Speaker 1: men with the poker table are no longer looking at him.
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Speaker 1: They're looking at us for someone behind him. He slowly turns.
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Speaker 1: He's standing directly behind him, a man covered in blood.
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Speaker 1: A man's face is pale, his eyes are dark. In
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Speaker 1: his hand a revolver. He raises it. Do any did
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Speaker 1: any of that happen? No? Not, as far as the
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Speaker 1: historical record tells us that the documented story is already
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Speaker 1: frightening enough. Bucket of Blue Slew is a real place.
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Speaker 1: The building is real, the violence was real, the murders
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Speaker 1: associated with history were real, and the building still stands.
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Speaker 1: Apart of Ulbrook's historical past, the ghost well that's another question.
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Speaker 1: Is there no reliable historical proof that the spirits of
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Speaker 1: the dead still walk those rooms? And perhaps that's not
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Speaker 1: what makes the story frightening. Maybe the real horror is simpler.
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Speaker 1: People actually died there. People sat at the tables, people laughed,
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Speaker 1: people drank, people playing cards. People thought they would wake
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Speaker 1: up the next morning, and some of them didn't tonight.
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Speaker 1: If you ever find yourself driving through Homebook Arizona and
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Speaker 1: you see the words bucket up Blood Street, stop for
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Speaker 1: a moment, looking down the old street. Listen. Might hear nothing.
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Speaker 1: There's probably, and that's probably for the best. But sometimes
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Speaker 1: the scariest places aren't the ones you aren't the ones
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Speaker 1: that you could hear the ghost. They're the ones you
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Speaker 1: could imagine what happened when the living are still there.
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Speaker 1: The cards, the whiskey, the arguments, the gunshots, the screams,
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Speaker 1: and finally silence. The Bucket of Blued Saloon began as
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Speaker 1: the cottage, but history gave it another name, a name
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Speaker 1: that survived in men who created it, the name that
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Speaker 1: survived the saloon itself, a name that survived generations. Bucket
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Speaker 1: of Blood. Perhaps somewhere in the darkness of old Holbrook.
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Speaker 1: Beneath the desert wind, beneath the sounds of the passing trains,
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Speaker 1: there's still a poker game waiting to be finished, a
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Speaker 1: chair going to be occupied, a glass waiting to be filled,
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Speaker 1: and a voice in the darkness, quietly asking are you
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Speaker 1: ready to deal? I hope you enjoyed this story, and
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Speaker 1: you know I wanted to ask. I want to answer
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Speaker 1: one of those questions. Questions and I've had experiences in
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Speaker 1: the Bucket of woodsloon. So I was in a react
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Speaker 1: reenactors group called the Bucket of Blood Reenactors, and we
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Speaker 1: did a lot of saloon scenes. We've done jail breaks,
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Speaker 1: who've done bank robberies, who do everything for the West.
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Speaker 1: And we have one guy that he owns or I
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Speaker 1: don't know if he still owns it or owned it.
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Speaker 1: He owned the Young's Corral and he was our bartender
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Speaker 1: and other thing, a doctor and other things in the
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Speaker 1: in the group, and he happened to he was thinking
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Speaker 1: by in the bucketbut saloon. He was gonna refurbish it
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Speaker 1: and turn into what it was. We had the opportunity
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Speaker 1: to go down there, and as we were waiting, most
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Speaker 1: people were outside of the outside of the UH building,
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Speaker 1: Me and mister Young. We went in and he was
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Speaker 1: showing it's it's like time never stopped. I mean, it's
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Speaker 1: like time stopped where it was. You get that old
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Speaker 1: saloon feeling for as you know, oldness, and it'say the
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Speaker 1: old West going for time again. And we were in
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Speaker 1: the back and we were looking at different things, and
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Speaker 1: I happened, we happened to hear a piano music. We
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Speaker 1: thought maybe one of our ye had a couple of
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Speaker 1: people I knew how to play piano. We thought, you know,
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Speaker 1: one of our girls were playing it, or one of
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Speaker 1: the guys playing and all of a sudden, you heard
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Speaker 1: some gunshots or sometimes we have old ammunition or old
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Speaker 1: blanks that we use need to be filled up with
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Speaker 1: some new ones in and you hear like four or
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Speaker 1: five shots and we go out after we're done. We
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Speaker 1: asked him, so, you guys playing the piano or we
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Speaker 1: guys playing around with the you know, finding some shots,
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Speaker 1: you know, just get rid of them. And they looked
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Speaker 1: at us and said no, we were out here talking
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Speaker 1: and you know, we weren't doing nothing. And we looked
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Speaker 1: at each other, me and mister Young, and we witnessed
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Speaker 1: the past, come on line far as piano music and
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Speaker 1: the gunshots, and I know that it is real. The
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Speaker 1: ghosts are there, and I hope you like the story.
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Speaker 1: And until then, night and whatever you do, don't sit
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Speaker 1: at any tables you may be sorry and tell them
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Speaker 1: my friends, this is Joe the ghost guy saying idy
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Speaker 1: else to me. Ghosts, see you as soon. H