Episode 14 – Jenny’s Mist

Who doesn’t love a good ghost story? When I started the Nowhere Dispatch podcast, I was afraid that I wouldn’t have enough content to keep things going. Turns out, all you have to do is look right in front of you. By that I mean, asking the right questions and listening when your friends have something to say.

So, last Super Bowl Sunday, I was hanging out with my good friends Jenny and Sam. (You’ll remember Sam from episode 2.) We were being good patriotic Americans and not watching the Super Bowl at all, choosing to cook some tasty burgers instead.

During our cooking activities, we decided to watch some creepy videos on Youtube, which was only natural, since Jenny and I share an affinity for creepy podcasts, videos and stories.

As I was flipping burgers, Jenny began telling me about the ghostly activities she had experienced in her past.

Naturally, I asked her why she hadn’t told these stories on my podcast. Obviously, it was because I am a dumkopf and hadn’t invited her.

So, I rectified that situation and sat down with my good friend and had a chat about the creepy mists, sounds and movements that had haunted her childhood. It was a great conversation and I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did.

This is why I started this podcast. To find out the true, creepy details of the inexplicable things that happen to us as we trod this earth. Listen in, and get a true slice of the bizarre happenings that occur on this side of nowhere.

About last year.

So, last year, right guys?

It was a rough stretch for a lot of folks, myself included. I won’t go into each aching detail but, for the most part, 2016 ate my lunch in more ways than one. Sure, good things happened, great things happened. But I also got bowled over more than once by the tumble cycle of life’s off-balance washing machine.

The best thing that happened last year was that I launched this podcast in March. (Yeah, also my best friend got pregnant and another best friend survived a bad experience, those were great too, haha.) As is often said: hard to believe it’s been almost a year already.

I’ve had an incredible amount of fun making the Nowhere Dispatch thus far. Towards the end of last year, I went through some unusually tough experiences that knocked me out of commission.

I am a mentally ill person. I have severe depression and anxiety disorder, among other things. One of the defining features of these conditions is that I have a tough time recovering from bad situations. So, as a result, I spent much of the end of 2016 sprawled on a couch, sucking up countless hours of daytime TV because I couldn’t handle much more than being a gelatinous blob.

One of the quirks of mental illness is that I can get really wrapped up in dark subjects. This can be handy, especially when it comes to this podcast.

In the weird, shaking dawn of 2017, I’ve found myself getting wrapped up in work on the podcast and I notice the world falling away. I’m still in the middle of some very difficult and challenging situations but working on these episodes helps me keep my feet on the ground and my head screwed on straight.

Again, and with total humility and gratitude, thank you for listening to the Nowhere Dispatch. You guys are one of the best things I’ve got going in my weird, confusing life at the moment. So I’ll keep churning out strange and creepy stories as long as you kots and koshkas keep clicking that play button.

I’m looking forward to the next episode and my one-year anniversary of the podcast. I just checked my stats after being logged out for awhile and the listener response is better than ever.

Let’s keep on wandering farther into Nowhere.

Episode 13 – The Killough Massacre

I watched a lot of John Wayne movies when I was growing up. In a lot of those old films, the Indians were the bad guys. If they weren’t the bad guys, they were often cast as the “noble savages” who practiced weird rituals and had access to mystical knowledge.

Of course, that’s total nonsense. The Native North Americans were human beings, not

Historical marker placed at the massacre site in 1965.

vicious savages or tree-hugging nature wizards. Most importantly, they were the rightful owners of the land where they lived and some groups, contrary to some historical myths, very much believed in ownership and property rights.

Anyone with a passing familiarity with U.S. and Texas history knows that Native North American groups were slaughtered wholesale by white European settlers, whether by warfare, disease or relocation. Of course, these were real people and they warred with other tribes and may have depleted their own resources as well. This doesn’t excuse the actions of the “God is with us” Europeans, obviously.

Plaque on the monument describing the “Indian” massacre.

My whole point is that there was a real conflict, a genuine struggle for survival that played out on the ground right under my feet less than 200 years ago. That’s just a few generations.

I don’t remember when I first heard about the Killough Massacre. I visited the historical site a year or two ago and I remembered it when I got the idea for this episode. I’d read some articles about the problem of Texas historical markers that portray Native Americans as savages or violent warriors who preyed on innocent white settlers.

I’m not talented, well-known or wealthy enough to take on the state of Texas and make them rewrite all of their inaccurate historical markers. But I live just down the road from one and I can tell all you Nowhere wanderers the truth about what happened one October day in 1838. Tune in and peel back the dark clouds of history.

One of the graves at the monument, damaged by time.


Episode 12 – Who The F#@% Was Lori Erica Ruff?

You really can find the strangest things online. I have a habit of digging around on the Internet for weird, unsolved and creepy stories. That’s the main reason I stared broadcasting the Nowhere Dispatch to all of you lovely people in the first place.

Earlier this year, I stumbled across a post on Imgur about mysterious and unsolved cases. Buried in the list of weird stories and strange occurrences, I found out about the then-unsolved case of Lori Erica Ruff.

This woman was an enigma. She had married a man and had a child with him despite her bizarre behavior and her reluctance to reveal her secretive past. Eventually, her behavior placed a strain on their marriage and her husband filed for a divorce.

The Texas Driver's license that Lori obtained when she moved to Texas and changed her name in the 90s.
The Texas Driver’s license that Lori obtained when she moved to Texas and changed her name in the 90s.

This set into motion a weird series of events, which ultimately culminated in Lori’s tragic suicide, right here in my own town of Longview. However, her death was just the start of her unreal saga.

After her passing, her husband’s family began digging into her past. They were shocked to find that Lori Erica Ruff was not her real name. In fact, her name previous to the marriage had been Becky Sue Turner. This was equally bizarre because that was the name of a two-year-old girl who had died in a house fire in 1971. They found strange items in Lori’s house, including an obituary for Becky Sue Turner and a scrap of paper covered in inscrutable scribblings.

The strange note found in Lori's lockbox after her suicide, containing the phrases "402 months", "North Hollywood police" and "Ben Perkins".
The strange note found in Lori’s lockbox after her suicide, containing the phrases “402 months”, “North Hollywood police” and “Ben Perkins”.

From there, things ran into a dead end. The family eventually shared their story with a retired investigator who pursed the case of identity theft for another three years. He sifted through the details of her life and the jumbled collection of clues she left behind. He, too, ran into a dead end, despite finding out a few details about Lori/Becky’s mysterious past.

It wasn’t until three years later, with the help of a forensic genealogist, that the truth would finally come out.

When I first came upon Lori’s case in early 2016, her true identity was still unknown. When I found the case again in September of this year, her identity had been revealed only a few days earlier.

It was then that I knew that I had to share this story with you, nowhere wanderers. This case caught the attention of the world and it revolved around events right here where I live, smack dab in the middle of nowhere.

This is what it’s all about, ladies and germs. Tune in to this weird tale in the latest installment of the Dispach, dear listeners. I have always been fascinated by bizarre and inexplicable stories and this one is, perhaps, the most infamous that I have released on the podcast.

Also: exciting news! The response to the Nowhere Dispatch has been incredible. We’re still a small operation but we’re growing fast. In the coming weeks, stay tuned for updates about a Patreon that I’ll be creating for the pocast so that you can help me bring you the stories that captivate us all and, in return, you’ll get some cool shit!


Episode 11 – The Beatles Bonfire

A Beatles Bonfire near Fort Oglethorpe, Georgia, August 12th, 1966.
A Beatles Bonfire near Fort Oglethorpe, Georgia, August 12th, 1966.

Do you like rock music? I certainly do, always have. Most of my friends do, too. There’s nothing remarkable about that, though. Many people feel the same way. But it’s a bit different, I think, because music is how I found most of the people that I came to trust and love. It was that way growing up and it’s that way to this day. I play music (though not as much as I should) and it’s led me to a lot of wacky places.

Music also separates people, like weird little fences that we smack down to mark out minefields. If you can dig on a tune with someone else who digs it equally, everything comes up roses and daisies. But if someone is just totally into a genre that makes you grind your teeth, no cups of wine will be crushed betwixt you, y’know?

All of East Texas is like that. From high school on up to today, people blast country at the people blasting punk who are blasting at the people blasting rap. It’s dumb, really, but I get it. Even when I moved away from East Texas for six years, it was like that, to a lesser degree.

Apparently, things were much the same here in Longview back in the 60s. On a certain

Beatles Bonfire in Longview, TX, August 12, 1966.
Beatles Bonfire in Longview, TX, August 12, 1966.

evening, almost 50 years ago to the day, some people who weren’t too happy with a certain rock group took torches to vinyl in protest.

It was 1966. The Beatles were the biggest act that ever was or ever would be. Even here in the middle of nowhere, folks were shimmying and head-bobbing to “Love Me Do” and “I Saw Her Standing There”. Then John Lennon had to let everyone know that he thought the Beatles were “bigger than Jesus.”

That, to put it mildly, is not something that you say around here. The response was swift and incendiary. All across the American South, local radio DJs refused to play Beatles records and held “Beatles Bonfires”, inviting kids of all ages to come out and torch all of their Beatles records, pictures and memorabilia in a public conflagration.

It didn’t end there though. The DJ at the Longview rock radio station KLUE sponsored and directed a Beatles Bonfire right here in town. The next day, a sudden late summer storm flared up and a bolt of lightning struck the broadcast antenna of KLUE, frying most of their equipment and sending that same station manager to the hospital.

Cosmic justice? Probably not. After all, assuming that the lightning strike was divine retribution goes against everything that Lennon said in the first place.

Anti-Beatles sign posted near Beaver Meadows, Pennsylvania, August 10th, 1966.
Anti-Beatles sign posted near Beaver Meadows, Pennsylvania, August 10th, 1966.

But, if you’ve ever rocked out the the Beatles in your pickup and watched storm clouds roll in over the horizon, you have to admit that an errant lightning bolt is just a bit creepy, even if it was deserved.

At the very least, the photographs of the Beatles Bonfire phenomenon are truly eerie. Enjoy, nowhere wanderers.


Creepy Sh#t Part 10 – Longview’s Burning

Fire is, and always has been, fascinating. It scares us as much as it serves us. When fires rage out of control, we can be reduced to an almost powerless state.

I think that the unpredictability and power of fire is one of the reasons that the crime of arson is so heinous. In 2016 alone, 17 potential cases of arson have occurred in Longview, with 13 of them occurring in the span of just a few weeks. There’s a chance that these fires are tied to a local gang and that association takes the case much deeper.

A map of the earliest fires of 2016, some just a few streets apart from one another.
A map of the earliest fires of 2016, some just a few streets apart from one another.

Some gang members are associated with a local record label which released a viral music video, while members of the gang were being picked up for weapons violations.

How deep does this connection go? What is the reason behind all these fires?

Sharing a town with firebugs can be a frightening thing. Tune in to learn more about these unsolved arson cases.



UPDATE 21 September 2016: On August 26, the Longview News-Journal released a very brief article online stating that “several suspects” had been arrested in connection with arson incidents in Longview. No suspects were named and the article stated that law enforcement officials were investigating suspects who were already jailed on other charges. In addition, the police department is waiting on several grand jury indictments to be returned before proceeding. The Longview Fire Marshal claimed that tips from local residents assisted in the investigation. The article did not specify which cases of arson were associated with the suspects but it’s still early in the investigation. I’ll post more updates as I find them.

Episode 9 – The Disappearance of Brandi Wells

It’s been said that people go missing all the time. According to the National Missing and Unidentified Persons System, 90,000 people are missing at any given time in this country. Where do they all go? How many make it home?

These questions bother me. I’m sure we’ve all known someone who disappeared from our lives suddenly. A co-worker who stopped showing up for work. A friend who took off with a new partner to the other side of the country. Have you ever wondered if those people were taken or led astray? I don’t think that’s as morbid as it sounds. After all, these things happen and they happen everywhere.

They happened right here, in Longview, in the middle of Nowhere almost exactly 10 years ago. Brandi Wells was last seen leaving a popular nightclub just after midnight in August of 2006. She hasn’t been seen since.

The mysterious man in the white cowboy hat who was seen leaving the club immediately after Brandi Wells.
The mysterious man in the white cowboy hat who was seen leaving the club immediately after Brandi Wells.

But the case didn’t stop there. Her car was found five days later. Three separate men were caught using her cell phone after her disappearance. Then, over three years later, her mother received a mysterious phone call from a man claiming to know where Brandi lived.

Despite all these leads, the case remains unsolved. No one, at least no one who is looking, seems to know where Brandi Wells is. Her case has been featured on national crime shows and now, 10 years later, the local paper is printing her story on the front page.

People are still looking for Brandi Wells. I don’t know if she will ever be found but I hope, for her family’s sake, that the truth comes out. The middle of Nowhere is a lonely place, we need to keep our friends and loved ones close.

Tune in to this episode of the Dispatch to learn about this mysterious disappearance.

The former Graham's Central Station where Brandi was last seen. Now known as the Electric Cowboy/Lone Star Ice House.
The former Graham’s Central Station where Brandi was last seen. Now known as the Electric Cowboy/Lone Star Ice House.

If you or someone you know has credible information about the whereabouts of Brandi Wells or about her disappearance, you can contact the Longview Police Department here: (903) 237-1199. Credible info only, please. Spurious tips and information may only muddy the waters, so to speak.

Another shot of the club to show the massive size of the parking lot where Brandi disappeared. This is only a section, there is much more past the edges of the photo.
Another shot of the club to show the massive size of the parking lot where Brandi disappeared. This is only a section, there is much more past the edges of the photo.

Episode 8 – Cults

What’s the deal with cults?

I’ve always wondered that. What exactly drives someone to give up their identity to be assimilated into a new group? Loneliness? Fear? Boredom?

I don’t have the answers to those questions but my friend Adam and I sat down to talk about cults anyway. Adam brought up this topic when he found out about a strange Russian cult that worships (of all things) Gadget from the Rescue Rangers. Now, that sounds weird, and it is. Even so, a group of folks, albeit a small group, has banded together with a common cause that many others would find entirely strange, even a bit creepy.

Of course, there are far creepier cults out there. Jim Jones and the People’s Temple. Marshall Applewhite and Heaven’s Gate. Ol’ Chuck Manson and his kooky acid-munching murderous followers. I honestly don’t understand how those people could look at themselves objectively and not reach the conclusion that they were part of a mind-bending, reality-denying train that was speeding towards destruction. Then again, maybe they did and they just weren’t allowed to leave.

Whatever the case, cults are entirely fascinating. Here in Longview, there have been rumors and jokes since I was a kid about the Longview Baptist Temple, or LBT. (Affectionately mocked as “Lettuce-Bacon-Tomato”.) I heard stories about their bizarre behavior as a kid and a teenager. For example, I heard that they locked the doors to the sanctuary during services so that no one could leave, not even to go the bathroom. On the episode, Adam shares some truly creepy tales about the way that this so-called bus ministry tried to snag new recruits.

As we state on the podcast, we are in no way insinuating that Longview Baptist Temple is any type of cult. For all we know, they’re just a standard Baptist church with some weird practices. That’s not really the point, though. The point is the story. We always heard tales as kids that really creeped us out. And that’s what this podcast is all about. Weird, creepy local stories. Every town’s got ’em. And this is one from my town.

I hope you enjoy our discussion. Does your town have any local cults? You might be surprised, especially if you live in the middle of Nowhere.


Episode 7 – Red Summer

This summer has burned. Literally and metaphorically. We’ve seen innocent people murdered in the streets and the tally of the dead continues to grow. Racial anger and the violence that it engenders is a massive problem that we, as a society, have refused to acknowledge for a long time.

But it’s not a new problem. Right here, in the heart of Longview, we have witnessed this struggle before. In the hot, reckless summer of 1919, the entire country was wracked by a spasm of anger, as whites and blacks battled for equality, decent jobs and fair pay.

Sometimes, that struggle ended in bloodshed and burned houses. That’s how it went down in Longview.

Near the spot on Methvin Street where Samuel Jones was beaten by the two brothers.
Near the spot on Methvin Street where Samuel Jones was beaten by the two brothers.

In July 1919, Longview erupted. People were murdered for the color of their skin and their attempts to make better lives for themselves.

Our current summer in the dread year of our lord 2016 is not so very different.

If we can talk about the things that are killing us, maybe our fellow citizens can stop dying in the streets.



In front of the courthouse where the Texas National Guard set up their command post when martial law was imposed by Governor Hobby.
In front of the courthouse where the Texas National Guard set up their command post when martial law was imposed by Governor Hobby.




Episode 6 – Stagecoach Road

If you have listened to a few episodes of The Nowhere Dispatch, it’s probably a safe bet that you enjoy folklore, urban legends and weird local tales. I’m much the same way which is a big reason I started this podcast.

What is it about these stories that captivates us so reliably and completely?

Is it the fact that we know they probably aren’t true but we can imagine them taking place? Is it because they’re about our own hometowns?

I’m really not sure. What I’m sure of, however, is that these stories draw some people like iron filings to a magnet.

Stagecoach Road
At the beginning of my trip down the road. The dirt walls rise as high as 12-15 feet.

I’m not sure exactly when I first heard about Stagecoach Road, though I believe it was sometime in high school. I just heard about it in passing, yet another local story about a haunted road. I can’t recall if I really wanted to go out there but, all these years later, the legend popped up squarely in my mind.

I figured that it was a perfect fit for this podcast because it is rife with legends and it has a strong tie to local history. Why not take a trip out there and drive the road?

At the time I recorded this podcast, I’d just been through a very difficult experience. I remarked afterwards that my trip out to the road was partially fueled by my lack of self-preservation in the face of this tough situation. I rode that adrenaline like a drug as my tires kicked up clouds of dust and I dove deeper into the guts of the forest.

It was so isolated out there. So impossibly alone. I love horror movies that focus on the loneliness and the isolation of the woods. That’s far more frightening to me than a hulking brute wielding a hockey mask and a machete at a summer camp.

Stagecoach Road Bridge
The bridge I crossed on Stagecoach Road. I don’t think it’s the “haunted” bridge but it was creepy all the same. That’s not fog over the road, it’s a combination of the dust my tires kicked up and condensation on my camera lens after stepping out of the A/C in my car into the sweltering heat.

The isolation carries the real weight of the fear. I hope some of that comes through in this episode. I’m sure I rambled too much (you can actually hear my Texas accent and idioms coming through on the field recordings. I do that when I’m really nervous.) but I hope the feeling of isolation is apparent enough.


Middle of Nowhere
The scariest thing I saw on the road. I checked Google Maps throughout the trip but, at one point, the map dropped away and I realized that I was potentially lost as hell and low on gas. Freaked me right the hell out.


Oh, one more thing. Always, always, always fuel up your car before you decide to explore a legendary haunted road in the middle of nowhere when July heat turns everything into an oven. A word to the wise as well as the foolish.

We All Fall Down
One of the many pieces of graffiti I saw on the road. “We all fall down”, indeed.

On the episode, I mentioned an investigation conducted on the road by Sonshine Paranormal in Fort Worth. They snapped a photo of the Woman in White, which you can see here. Check out this page for a bit of backstory on the history of Stagecoach Road.