Trent, a kind-hearted and humble trucker, has seemingly found the woman of his dreams, but all that glitters is not gold.
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Please get me out of this, I hope.
Every man.
Welcome back to the Exorcist Files, a fascinating and chilling foray into the world of spiritual warfare told to the case files of Exorcist Father Carlos Martin's. We now will commence with the opening of our final case file for season one. Due to the complexity of this case, we will be releasing it as a rare three parter, and before going any further, we want to offer a disclaimer that this episode contains mature themes and is definitely not suitable for all audiences. We are delving in to a topic that to some is fascinating and to an unfortunate view, is all too real witchcraft. Also throughout this case file, listeners will hear incantations and spells which ideally sound real, but are in fact entirely fictitious and devoid of any spiritual meaning. So have no fear. One could say, we have enabled spell check for these episodes. You're welcome. Now let's begin. When it comes to witchcraft, the term usually conjures up images of broomsticks and pointy hats, And contrary to many people's belief that it died out in the Middle Ages, witchcraft is still very much alive today, and for a protagonist Trent, a kind hearted and humble trucker, one fateful encounter will show him just how real this ancient form of sorcery is.
As soon as Trent set foot on the Incarnate Word Bible College grounds, he began to experience peace, a peace unlike he had ever felt before his accident. And what preceded it were such awful experiences that they would forever remain ingrained in his memory. Now, eight days after accidentally arriving at the college, he didn't care if he ever.
Left, as we forgive those who trust passed against us, and lead us.
Since his arrival, Trent had prayed the Rosary countless times. He had also spent many hours of silence before the blessed sacrament, and he went to Mass daily. For someone who had rarely practiced faith since his time in elementary school over twenty years ago, the spiritual change in him was dramatic.
Jesus, Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now at the hour of our death.
Come in.
How you feeling much better? Thank you for asking Praise God.
That's so nice to hear.
John.
I just I just want to thank you for everything.
You didn't hey, hey, anytime you would have done the same for me right.
Now.
Look, I can see there's been a lot of progress, but I don't think we're fleet out of the woods yet or you.
Still having those ailments unfortunately.
Yeah, Well that's okay because I have a colleague coming in tomorrow who specializes in these types of.
Things, and I want you to meet him.
Whatever it takes to rid me of her, I'll do it good because you'll have to give up your left ring finger.
Oh I'm joking.
Thank God.
Incarnate Word Bible College was a startup school. In only its sixth year of operation. The school rented the grounds of what was now a vacant monastery, and it kept afloat by cutting costs wherever it could. Trent was grateful for the school's hospitality. Most of all, however, Trent was the recipient of daily prayer ministry, increasingly freeing him of the nightmare that were the last six months of his life.
Trents nope trents no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, trends, my love, you can't run away.
What the hell are you?
I'm yours, Philly.
Get out of my head and you are mine. Please get out of my head, mine, Get out of.
Shit, mine, my honey, Get off the road, Get off.
Oh.
Trent had been driving a pickup truck on Stanwood Road in eastern Idaho when he hit a horse, and the damage was tremendous. His truck was totaled, the front end collapsed and pushed the entire engine into the cab of the truck, and a further it would have crushed Trent's legs. His legs were pinned so tightly between the deformed dashboard and his seat that he had no circulation in his feet. The passenger seat had been ejected and was in the ditch on the side of the road, and the front axle was bent into a V and the stallion was now a scattering of bits of flesh and bone strewn inside the cab and on the road behind it. The fact that Trent survived, let alone walked away with only a badly bruised chest and having a few cuts on his arm was astonishing. Someone looking at the wreckage, would have never believed that anyone had ever survived. The incident occurred just past one o'clock in the afternoon.
Now you might be wandering a horse and who is that voice in his head? As this case file involves a subject of witchcraft, we think it's important to set the table with a proper understanding of what it is from a historical and a Christian context. In our research, we quickly realized that while beliefs about witchcraft are universal, there is no universal definition of witchcraft because its method and understanding derived from a variety of sources, including ancient sorcery, paganism, scholastic theology, medieval heresy, inquisition trials, and folklore. One definition states it as the manipulation of supernatural forces through the casting of spells and the conjuring or evoking of spirits. Some define it as an innate condition one is born with, in which one harnesses occult powers by psychic means, with no need for rituals or charms. Witchcraft can take many forms. In most societies, witches are believed to use their supernatural powers for evil, a form often called black magic. However, there are also self proclaimed white witches who practice folk medicine, pagan rituals, divination, and conjure spells for healing, protection, fertility, good fortune, and other more charitable reasons. And these practices have been used for centuries. With numerous witchcraft references found on religious inscriptions dating back to the Sumerians, it seems for as long as humans have been around, witchcraft was there as well. Now from a Christian context, witchcraft is mentioned numerous times in scripture and is explicitly prohibited. Dating back to Old Testament times, the Bible has some harsh words to say about those who consult mediums, divination, and practice sorcery. The Book of Leviticus states that anyone who practices these arts is to be stoned to death. Then, of course, there's perhaps the most well known witch reference from Exodus, chapter twenty two, that shall not suffer a witch to live. In the New Testament, the Book of Acts describes a character known as Simon the Sorcerer. The account says of Simon, he had practiced sorcery in the city and amazed all the people of Samaria. He boasted that he was someone great, and all the people, both high and low, gave him their attention and exclaimed this man is rightly called the Great Power of God. Simon later offered the apostle Peter money in exchange for Jesus's powers. You can guess what Peter's response was. I found it particularly interesting how the surprising part of the story was not the supernatural feats, but rather the fact that he tried to put a price on obtaining power. Bottom line, you cannot buy power from Jesus. To this day, humans have a fascination with magic arts, and time has done nothing to diminish witchcraft's popularity. On one of the world's largest social media apps, TikTok, there is a trending hashtag called witch talk, with over thirty billion views today. The tag is uniting a community of practicing witches who discuss everything from spells to rituals and blog about their experiences. While it is small relative to other religions, according to one Pew survey, it is estimated that in the US alone there were at least just under a million people identifying as wiccan, New Age, or Pagan, and that number probably underestimates the involvement.
Stanwood Road is a little traveled road that Trent discovered ear years ago when he and a friend were elk hunting. The views of the mountains were as scenic as any, and what usually added to the pleasure of driving on that road was the lack of other vehicles. Trent waited trapped inside his truck, his legs immobilized, for someone to come along and help them. His cellphone had been thrown in the impact, and only God knew where it was now. After ten minutes or so of no one else passing by, having no choice, he began to work himself out. After wiggling and painfully pulling on his legs, he managed to free them, but only by slipping off his shoes. The driver's door had also crumpled on the impact, so he had to crawl out the window to get himself out. The sound of the crash still rang in his ears. Trent began to limp southward down the road, looking for any sign of civilization. After walking almost a mile, he saw the sign for the Bible College, and he turned up the laneway, hoping to get access to a telephone to call for help. It didn't take long for Trent.
To get noticed, and she said it was because I didn't use APA formatting.
But if she wanted a p a.
Why wouldn't she satisfy that in the syllabus.
Well, at least you're going to pass.
I swear Myers is off her rocker.
She wrote better luck next time on my paper. Don't believe I'm paying for this. It's a Christmas school.
You'd think that there would be a little bit more forgetting Hell no blood, sorry, wait right there.
Don't get help.
One, please help.
Help me.
No.
He was a gruesome sight covered with Stallion's blood. He had drying bits of animal flesh clinging to his face and shirt, and that caused a crowd to quickly gather.
Sir, can you hear me?
Put his feet up now? Sir, if you can hear me, just stay calm.
We are getting help for you.
Someone calling an It's okay to say what us.
Help is coming, okay, day.
This is a good time to take a quick commercial break, but don't go anywhere. We will be back with more of Trent's fascinating story in just a bit. Welcome back to the Exorcist Files, where our truck or Trent just claimed he was cursed after he miraculously survived a horrific crash fleeing some malevolent force. Now I now, to some curses can seem far fetched, but in the spiritual world, cursing and spellcasting have been an experience of humanity for almost all of documented civilization. Before we go too far down the rabbit hole, let's hear from Father Martin's onjust what a curse actually is.
Most people believe a curse is simply the use of crude words in speech. Certainly, verbal crudeness is one of the definitions, but a curse in a spiritual sense is speech or an action calling for harm to befall someone or something. It's best understood in contrast to a blessing. A blessing empowers, strengthens, and gives life. A curse, however, drains, weakens, and kills. It is the wishing of evil to befall someone. There are different reasons why someone would curse. That might do so to get revenge on someone, to destroy a marriage or relationship that two people have to establish, an unholy relationship, to cause financial hardship, disturbance, unhappiness, or any other poor state of affairs upon someone. Curses exist simply because of the way that God has constructed reality. God created a moral universe, a universe where it is possible to choose good or evil. When Adam rebelled against God, he destroyed the primordial blessing of paradise under which he and the rest of the universe was living, and that transgression became the occasion for history's first curses. God cursed the serpent. Two verses later he curses Eve. One verse later he curses the Earth, and beginning in that same verse, he finally curses Atom. But God never curses simply for the sake of punishment alone. His curses are medicinal. They become means for a blessing. There is such a thing as evil cursing, cursing that desires to wound someone sinfully or to selfishly manipulate them. That kind of cursing is capable of inflicting terrible damage.
So, in short, from the Christian perspective, while spells, hexes, evil eyes, black magic, and other forms of malevolent supernatural practices can vary in their practice and intention, a curse is the general umbrella term for causing harm to others through demonic intervention, and, unfortunately for the altruistic witches, even so called white magic, with its benign or beneficial intentions is still considered a serious sin that puts one in relationship with the demonic. Now let's get back to Trent, who barely managed to survive as when he fortunately stumbled upon a Christian college.
Shortly afterwards, John Brooks, the school's headmaster, arrived and Trent recounted his collision with the stallion. John brought Trent inside to report the accident to the police, and the operator dispatched a unit immediately, but it would be over thirty minutes before it arrived in the rural area. In the meantime, John offered Trent the shower in his quarters to wash himself of the blood, for which Trent was grateful. John pulled clothes from his wardrobe that Trent could wear after washing up, and he produced a pair of shoes as well. By the time Trent changed the police had arrived. The two officers took his account of the accident and offered to drive him to a hospital to be examined, which Trent politely turned down. He felt so much peace in the short time he was at school that he did not want to leave. John offered to let him stay at the college as long as he needed, and Trent couldn't think of anything he wanted more. The goodness Trent saw around him left him speechless. These people did not know him, and yet they treated him like a brother. One student promised to offer a holy hour for him in the chapel, while several more promised to pray the Rosary for him. Another one lent him a laptop to email family and let him know where he was. He saw in these people something that he lacked, tranquility and peace. John arranged for Trent and him to eat in his private dining room. As they sat down, Trent told him the extended version of how he got there.
Passages waxed in likeness, his blessed. He wish his member in a raven's nest, chained by risks and made to crawl shackle to the beastly ankle, slave of spirit, Lust in.
Life, honey, dark and lead and water, wax in likeness.
Wane and wamble.
You may have just noticed our mystery sorceress invoking Asmidius, the notorious demon of lust. Well documented within the Judeo Christian narrative. This diabolical fiend is one of the devil's leading agents of provocation and It's not the first time he was mentioned this season. Witches are said to worship as Medeas, and magicians and sorcerers have reportedly conjured him to strike at enemies. Interestingly, it is noted that Grimwar's or spell books sternly admonish anyone seeking an audience with Asmidius to summon him bareheaded. Out of respect, and with that bit of trivia, I must reiterate that nobody affiliated with this show has ever opened or seen a grimoire. All the incantations are pure fabrications.
As a long haul truck driver, Trent crisscrossed the country, and like all truckers, he had his favorite stops along his route. Trent often had the same drive Houston to Memphis to Wichita to Seattle.
In case you're wondering, and as a shout out to all our truckers out there, Google Maps claims that route is a forty four hour drive, not including stops, but it would likely take even longer when carrying a large load in an eighteen wheeler.
Trent discovered a restaurant about twenty miles outside of Seattle where he liked to eat.
Oh, let's who it is. I can't stay away. I guess there's no better restaurant than this one. Right, you could say that I said it. I guess that makes it true.
It is true that there is no better restaurant within an eighteen mile radius.
Let's see how psychic I am. Mmmm, pork job and mashed potatoes again. M Evelyn.
Tonight, I'm feeling rebellious.
I'm gonna go fried chicken, Fried chicken. Oh, you're a bad boy, aren't you. I'll put in that order, and then I want to hear about what you've been up to all week.
No, I ain't going anywhere, darling.
You know, rumor has it you've been letting someone else for your cut.
I would never you better.
Not.
While the food was good, what he found exceptional was the waitress, Evelyn. She engaged him in conversation throughout the evening. With each of Trent's subsequent visits, she made sure that it was she who waited on him, and the conversation continued from where left off the previous visit. Trent loved Evelyn's personality and found her both physically attractive and pleasingly feminine. By his fourth visit, Evelyn was overtly flirtatious. And halfway through his meal, came to him and said, so, when.
Are you going to do it? Do what I've been sending you all the signals, and frankly, I'm out of signals. I thought you were just working for those good tips. Honey, when are you going to ask me out?
Right now?
Would you like to go out sometime? How about dinner tomorrow night?
Yeah?
I would love to have dinner with you.
And yeah, I don't have to hit the road for a few more days.
So do you know any spots with good pork chops? My place? The specials are way better there. All have everything ready by six thirty. Don't be late. I hate being disappointed.
She handed Trent a piece of paper with her address, winking as she did.
So okay, then, okay, then see it tomorrow. Tracks Well, I'll be damn.
I'm telling you, man, she is the real deal. Oh yeah, she has this charm about her. I can't explain it. She just has She has everything, man, the whole package. Wait, this is the waitress you've been stalking for the last six months. Not stalking, we're just sitting in her section because she's smoking. You went too logan, No judgment here, buddy. She's friendly, hilarious and so feminine at the same time. Haley, yeah, brother, her voice, her walk, she's just mesmerizing. Damn well, here's the hope that she can handle your schedule. Hey, hey, hey, bump the brakes there, I gotta get through dinner first. Oh yeah, bring a bottle of wine.
Trent could be all over the continent each month. One week he could be in Mexico, the next he could be in Canada. While he loved the open road, he was well aware of his loneliness, and at thirty four years old, his plans to get married and have children were passing by as well. The next day, when Trent arrived, avelin spotted him even before he rang the doorbell.
Right on time, my hero, heay, I did you have a truck with precious cargo? Being on time? As my job anyway, I wasn't sure what.
She let him in, greeting him with a tight hug.
Hey there, hey, Hanson, Wow, you smell very nice.
Are you surprised?
Not at all?
Wait till you smell the food, though, follow me.
It had been so long since he had experienced any human affection that he could have remained in that hug forever.
This is.
Make yourself at home.
Oh wow, and I can take that from you.
Yeah, I didn't know if you liked red or white bolshoet.
You chose wisely awesome.
I told the wine lady I was looking for tasting notes of red and good.
So I've got one more thing on the stove. Then dinner will be served.
Take your time. I'm in no rush. Holy moly.
Evelyn's Home, once an old stone farmhouse, was eventually absorbed by the town. It was apparent it had been recently renovated, the cost of which would have been a fortune, but it turned out beautifully. The stone fireplace, the log walls, and the lead windows created one of the most inviting rooms Trent had ever seen.
This place is amazing.
You live alone?
Oh come on, Trence, of course. Oh you got me.
I'm just saying the work in this house is very impressive.
I actually finish year.
It's so.
Cozy.
Hey, would you like a beer?
Yes?
I would, He wondered how Evelyn could afford this on a waitress salary. The house's decor was simple, though elegant, with mirrors and art that fit the room perfectly.
I hear Ice cooled beer.
That's a stereotype.
But yes, this chuckers beer. Whoa how did you?
In her hand was a bottle of Lafende Mound, a beer brewed in Quebec, Canada by a tiny brewery. You know, this may be my absolute favorite beer in the world.
Something told me you'd like it.
Yeah, cheers?
H Where did you get this?
All?
Right?
Friends in low places known as the restaurant business.
Well, I've definitely never seen around these parts.
Of all the drinks she could bring him, he never expected a bottle of Lafendemunde. It was a Belgian style beer that Trent thought tasted like heaven. He was introduced to it when he was in a bar in Montreal, Quebec, by an old trucker. It's brooding, shambly about twenty miles from Montreal.
Interesting.
Yeah, I have.
Stopped there all the time, fresh off the tap.
Literal heaven.
But it's nine percent alcohol volume, so you can love it, but too much love.
We'll take it down tears to that.
Yeah, since things are heating up here, let's cool down with a quick commercial break.
We'll be right back.
Welcome back to the Exorcist Files, where our favorite trucker. Trent is enjoying a dinner night with ostensibly the woman of his dreams.
Evelyn made a wonderful chicken and rice dish with green beans, salad, and fresh baked bread. He loved every bite All through dinner, Evelyn told him about herself.
We've moved around a lot. I spent eight years of my childhood living in Europe. My father was stationed in Germany from when I was six until I think fourteen. We're still own a house in Munich. I go back every couple of years. So does that mean you can speak German? Yeah, Libeta and lechen, says social Mols.
I'm kind of scared right now.
I learned Russian as well. Prove it, Comrade Tsh Miyota, show what's that?
It's Russian, isn't it?
Yeah? Hotel Tobaya vistin Cevonia ya YouTube ba Varsini.
Duh. Okay, I'm laughing, but for real, it sounded like you were reading me a death sentence.
Oh don't worry. I basically said, you're very cute.
Well, you're beautiful, and you have gorgeous eyes. I think they're magical. Oh okay, I just just magical.
Wow, dread well as they say, duncas.
Hey, youful are the joian pa.
My, what a lovely singing voice you have.
I'm glad you noticed. He's a rare technique where you kind of take.
The notes you're supposed to hit and you sing the other one. Pictures show second in Balgunny was the place we need.
The trunk was older than Evelyn by three years. She had seen a lot more of the world than he had. Had she not continually looked at him with indulgent eyes, he might have even felt intimidated by her. They were at the table for over an hour.
Okay, then I'll take these plates, grab another fiend of mood, and then what do you say? We moved to the solarium, in which the sunset.
You have a selarium, my.
Second favorite spot in the house.
Well, you you were full of surprises.
We'll be happy to clean up.
No, no, the guests water must relax. You just can't hide and conserve that energy.
I really don't deserve this treatment.
No, you deserve more.
I've got to say it again, Evelyn.
The food was absolutely delicious and the drink pairing was perfection.
Oh you know, I'm just thinking out loud because it's already so late. You better just plan to stay at night.
What It was only seven point thirty in the evening, but Evelyn just made clear what her desires were.
Hi.
I like that, Trent thought to himself.
Did you hear me?
Yeah?
What's to say?
An ounce of prevention worth a pound of care.
I better stay over, good call, just to be safe, you know.
Together they watched a beautiful sunset, had a few more drinks, and talked well into the evening, caressing each other on the couch. Trent felt better than he had in years. Normally, at this hour of the night, he would either be drinking by himself in a bar or inside his rig while watching a movie. Either way, it would be a night alone. It felt so good to have some companionship, especially with somebody who made it so apparent that she liked him. Don't mess this up, he told himself.
Hey, hey, eve When I uh, I really want to kiss you?
It's about time.
Yeah?
Actually you know what, come with me?
Yes, ma'am.
H h.
You can almost hear people screaming into their speakers. Don't do it, Trent, don't do it. Unfortunately, that's all the time we have for this episode, but stay tuned for the next episode to find out what ungodly fate befalls our beloved Trucker. Thanks for listening to the Exorcist Files and remember all that glitters is not gold. Folks, see you soon. You've been listening to The Exorcist Files. For additional materials and video resources, you can follow us on social media and sign up for our email list at Exorcistfiles dot tv to be made aware of new case files. You can also email us absurd and overly specific criticisms at Exorcist Files at gmail dot com. All cases in The Exorcist Files are recounted by Father Carlos Martins from his personal archives. The Exorcist Files is hosted by Father Martin's and myself, Ryan Beethay. This episode's re enactments were directed and recorded by Chandler Mays and Ryan Beethay in the Big Easy, New Orleans, Louisiana. These recordings wouldn't be possible without our special locations manager and Everything New Orleans Expert producer, Katie Wiss. Thank you for all your hospitality, hard work and help on this case. Follow Katie. The character of Trent is portrayed by Cameron Stout, Evelyn by Virginia Tucker, Headmaster John by Keegan Macy, and the College Students by Alex Arnold and Danie Asante. Any likeness or similarities of characters are entirely coincidental and unintentional on the part of the writers. Additional research provided by Anne Marie Robson and Miranda Hawkins. Script written by Chandler Mays and Ryan Bethay. All incantations are written by Iheart's own Robert Lamb, co host of the hit podcast Stuff to Blow Your Mind. Thank you for the assist Robert for this particular case file. The soundtrack is written and composed by the uber talented ann Alia Lentini, our guests composer, hailing all the way from Argentina. You can follow her on Instagram at A n A l Ia Underscore l E n NI, and you can listen to her other works on YouTube and Spotify under her name and Alia Lntini. Original theme song written and composed by Dan Carey Bailey. Assistant editor is Kristin Vermilia. Supervising producer, sound designer, editor and mixer is Chandler Mays. Executive producers are Carlos Martin's, Ryan Bethay, Ben Bohlen, and Chandler Mays. And last, but certainly not least, all big rig sound effects you hear throughout this case file were graciously provided by Squirrel, the friendly trucker we met in the parking lot behind the Miss Universe pageant in New Orleans. Squirrel is the founder of the Diesel Drifters, a nonprofit group that organizes charity rides to raise money for the needy, and you can learn more about the group and their cause on their Facebook page Diesel Drifters Public, and you can email them at Diesel Drifters Forever at gmail dot com. The Exercise Files is a production of iHeartRadio