Alex Reagan: Last season, we discovered that Coralee Strand, Richard Strand’s long-lost and presumed-dead wife, was alive, well, and living in Tahoe, and that Sexy James Bond, the mysterious stranger who stole Richard’s DNA and forced me to change my underwear, is actually a mysterious billionaire named Thomas Warren. My producer, good friend, and unhinged lunatic Nic Sliver helped me think all of this through:

Alex Reagan: Okay Dr. Strand, let’s have it out once and for all! You can’t seriously be telling me that all of these black tapes are unconnected!

Richard Strand: Sorry, going through a tunnel, can’t hear you!

Alex Reagan: FUCK YOU!!!

Alex Reagan: Okay, let’s have it out for real this time! How can you possibly contend that the Black Tapes are just a bunch of standalone mysteries, when they all seem to be connected by the intersection of shadow people, upside-down faces, Devil’s Doors, sacred geometry, the Unsound, and percocious little boys who can leave their bodies and murderstab anybody that makes them angry?

Richard Strand: Okay Alex, let’s take this one step at a time. First, you have been publishing these podcast episodes in more or less real time, which clearly gave whoever kidnapped Sebastian Torres enough time to learn the secret things of Sacred Geometry, develop an obsession with the Torres family, teach himself After Effects, break into the Torres’ family home, steal their wedding video, add in the Shadow Demon using CGI, place that VHS back in the family home, wait in the closet for the Torres family to return home, drug them, hypnotize them into remembering the Shadow Demon as being at the wedding, then following Sebastian to school, kidnapping him, dragging him to his uncle’s abandoned cabin in the woods, brainwashing Sebastian into forgetting his face but remembering the dark and terrible purpose for which he has been called, and then phoning in a tip to the local police department so that his wicked narrative might play out live on your radio show!

Alex Reagan: Oh, well when you put it like that it sounds like you’re absolutely full of shit!

Richard Strand: Alex, all of these so-called connections are just an over-performance of the pattern-finding areas of your brain, a phenomena widely known as–

Alex Reagan: Richard, I swear to whatever dark gods may be listening, if you say the word “apophenia” to me I will remove your testicles with a melon baller and give them over to C’Thulhu as a burnt offering.

Richard Strand: Look Alex, all I’m saying is that two dots and a line does not an ancient, globe-spanning conspiracy to create a race of children who can walk in the astral plane in order to unleash their shadowy, inverted-face wearing demon masters make.

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Alex: So far, my least favorite aspects of this podcast, which is like radio for the internet, have been the creepy credit union mental hospital and the possibility of demon possession. So of course this week Dr. Strand is dragging me to an asylum to meet with a boy who murdered the ever loving shit out of his parents in a fit of apparent demonomania. I’m starting to think Dr. Strand doesn’t like me very much.

Richard Strand: I don’t know why you could possibly think that. I mean sure, I’m being endlessly harassed by so-called journalists, and I’ve been invited to debate a creationist on CNN, and been overwhelmed by the attention heaped upon me due to your podcast, but why would I ever hold a grudge?

Alex: I thought you wanted publicity?

Richard Strand: I wanted publicity for my acute mental abilities and precise logic, not for the “rumors” that I “murdered” my wife in a fit of “demonic rage!”

Alex: And you don’t see why anyone would be interested in that?

Richard Strand: No I do not, and I resent the implication. Now if you will excuse me, I need to storm off in the first of many huffs.

Alex: I’ve got to admit, this podcast, which is like radio for the internet, is going a lot better than I expected! I can deal with shadowy figures lurking in the background of school photos an creepy sound clips and and prom queens with razor blades and upside down faces! I was just worried that I’d have to deal with demons or something! I hate demons! Can’t even watch The Exorcist without peeing my pants! So Richard, what Black Tape did you bring us this week?

Richard Strand: …it’s a video tape of an exorcism of a little girl.

Alex: I should have seen this coming.

Alex: Thank you for all of the messages, we really love hearing from our fans. However, Dr. Strand has asked me to inform you that “I totally know a guy whose cousin saw a video with a ghost in it” is not sufficient proof to win the Strand Institute’s million dollar prize. He has also stated that while he finds your offers of marriage, and other less wholesome, more lurid activities, flattering, he is currently in a long-term, committed relationship with never ever talking to you, you creepy creeper. Finally, on behalf of PWNS, we are not currently in the market for, nor will we read, any erotic fan fiction.