Spring 1964, if you were in Bryant Park, NYC, you may have seen her: Thin woman, wearing sandals, jeans and a t-shirt, carrying a raincoat; walking deliberately one direction as if she were running late, then turning and running the opposite, or maybe you'd see her sleeping on a bench for a few nights, or maybe you'd see her burying sticks in the ground by the walkway. If you got too close, you would notice the way she smelled... like rotting. More than all of that, you would notice her smile. Today, we are going to learn the true story of The Smiler.

Sources for this week:

Hostage to The Devil

Dark Tension Rising Music

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