Interviewed: Terrence Kelley

Interviewer: Junior Researcher Canton

Foreword: The following interview was conducted by Jr. Researcher Canton, disguised as an interview for a documentary about the town, in order to learn a local resident's view on the anomalous incidents that occur in ██████.

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Canton: Good afternoon, Mr. Kelley.

T. Kelley: Afternoon, Mr.—

Canton: Canton.

T. Kelley: Right, sorry. So what's this about a documentary you're doin'?

Canton: I'm with a group of amateur paranormal investigators that goes from town to town exploring and documenting strange occurrences.

T. Kelley: Like squatches?

Canton: Something like that.

T. Kelley: ██████ is about as normal as any other town.

Canton: It's my understanding that certain… events in this town are anything but normal.

T. Kelley: You're talkin' 'bout the lost souls.

Canton: Pardon?

T. Kelley: The lost souls. When people die here in ██████ sometimes they ain't satisfied with where they get buried. So they get themselves up and hop over to the landfill.

Canton: And these lost souls find a landfill more appealing than a coffin?

T. Kelley: Hell if I know. Things don't talk at all. They wake up at night, 'round eleven, and walk straight to the trash.

Canton: What do they do when they find trash?

T. Kelley: They dig it out, make a comfy hole, and go back to uh… bein' dead.

Canton: So they relocate their graves to garbage.

Canton pauses to write down several notes

Canton: Have you ever attempted to stop them?

T. Kelley: Not me, hell no. Greg though, old fella, tried to stop one a few weeks back. Thing busted him up pretty bad.

Canton: So these lost souls are hostile?

T. Kelley: From what I've seen, only if you make 'em feel scared. Kinda like a cornered animal, you know?

Canton: Right. How do residents feel about seeing their dead loved ones bury themselves in garbage?

T. Kelley: Look, I've been here my whole life. Outsiders don't seem to understand stuff in this town. I'm used to those things wandering the streets at night like everyone else, but frankly, I don't know if I can live here any longer. I remember as a kid when ma died. Pa couldn't bear the sight of her wandering dead so he up and left town.

Canton: He just left you behind?

T. Kelley: He'd seen too much in this damn place. All these dead folks at night, skin hangin' off their bones. I don't blame him.

Canton: Why hasn't this been made well known in the media?

T. Kelley: Folks hardly come to ██████. If they do, they're just passing through and they don't stay too long. If they do stay for long, they usually don't notice the things wandering at night.

Canton: I believe that's all I'd like to know for now. Thank you for your time, Mr. Kelley.

T. Kelley: Glad I could help your documentary.

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Records of Kelley's father lead to a man living in Portland, Oregon, by the name of Roger Kelley.