Director: Ron Lyon Producer: Jenny Paschall Location: Northern England Director of Photography: Michael Wunsch Broadcast on A&E Biography Channel

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The continuing series of STRANGE shows, created by Big Cat Productions, takes the audience on a tour of the crazy world we live in. Traveling to international locations, viewers see a slice of life they didn’t know existed. From ghosts, ghouls, and UFO abductees to a real life lizard man and a road-kill chef, the STRANGE series is a walk on the wild side.

Outpost Worldwide teamed up with Ron Lyon and Jenny Paschall of Big Cat Productions to shoot the STRANGE series. Lyon and Paschall are the creators and producers of many television specials and series, including RIPLEYS BELIEVE IT OR NOT, Nickelodeon’s BEYOND BELIEF!!, Discovery Channel’s WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT!!, MOST HAUNTED IN AMERICA, and Travel Channel’s SIMPLY UNBELIEVABLE.

In this STRANGE excerpt, Rev. Tom Willis, who lives in Northern England, is the Church of England’s official exorcist. He has spent his life battling the forces of evil. Here, he takes us inside his terrifying world, and describes some of the cases he’s dealt with.

The talented entertainers who make up 999 Eyes put on a show that is like nothing you have ever seen. 999 Eyes is the last freak show in the United States. The group features authentic living human oddities, such as the “tripod lady”, the dancing dwarf, the lobster girl, the Black Scorpion and the Elephant Man. The group also features Lowrent, the clown and “That Damned Band”, a dark carnival jug band.

Celebrating living human oddities and genetic diversity, the 999 Eyes freak show visited Kansas City where cinema high definition video crews from Outpost Worldwide shot interviews and a portion of the group’s show for a promotional video.

Stefi is certainly turning out to be an unusual friend. After I woke up from my very drunken sleep, I decided to have a long soak in a hot, oily, deliciously smelly bath and wash my hair. Sometime during all this, Stefi must have called. Her message just said, “Glad you agreed to stop moping. I’ll meet you at 9.30 tonight at Julio’s Wine Bar.”

What? I didn’t remember making any plans with her, but I suppose I was pretty drunk when she left. Whenever that was. I looked at my watch. It was 8.15. I realized that I still didn’t have Stefi’s phone number, so I couldn’t cancel. I couldn’t stand her up either; that would be terrible. I’d never been to Julio’s (nor had I ever intended to go there), but I had passed it a few times. It was full of bored divorcees and guys looking for a quick fling. Not my kind of place at all. Still, I had no choice.

I put on my make-up and a clingy black dress – the one good thing about being indecisive is that once someone has made a decision for me, I go with the flow like a trouper.

I walked in and could not see Stefi anywhere. I stood aimlessly and awkwardly by the door watching the Saturday-night hormones swirling. I have never felt so much pounding testosterone in my life. Just as I was about to leave, Stefi came bounding up like a lollopy puppy. She looked great. Still seventies’ retro, but this time she wore the most amazing blue and gold sleeveless shift dress with blue-and-gold-strapped shoes. She put a green cocktail of some sort in my hand and led me to a table. It was far too noisy to bother with the polite hello stuff.

As we sat down, I looked over to the bar and saw a man staring at me. He was about my age and looked vaguely familiar. He smiled. I glared. Stefi, naturally, saw this. “For God’s sake,” she yelled. “Loosen up. Have some fun. He may not be the man of your dreams, but he’ll kill a few hours until darling Matt sees the error of his ways.” I glared at her too.

Next thing, he was walking towards me (actually, it was more like oozing toward me). I felt sick but smiled. He was definitely tall, dark and handsome, but his ego could be seen from outer space. He was available, willing, and probably quite able. The only thing missing was a neon sign across his crotch saying “Open for business 24 hours”.

“Well hello,” he crooned.

“Well hello” I replied, trying not to laugh. I didn’t think anyone spoke like that anymore.
I turned to introduce him to Stefi, but she had disappeared. He sat down on Stefi’s now empty chair and started chatting. Actually, he was okay – just very impressed with himself. He looked so familiar. He told me he was a gynecologist, and I realized where I had seen him before. He had been peering up from between my legs explaining about my tilted uterus. He wasn’t just any gynecologist – he was mine!

Now, this was a real dilemma. What is the social etiquette concerning being chatted up by your gynecologist? Was I supposed to tell him we had met before? Or should I be insulted that he didn’t recognize me. The thought did cross my mind that perhaps I should pull down my panties, climb onto the table, spread my legs, and say, “Remember me?” But, I thought this approach lacked subtlety. So, I just let him talk. Not difficult – he was a definite self-motivator. While he was busy impressing himself with his wit and charm, I was able to take a long, uninterrupted look at him. Actually, he was great looking. Good teeth, nice smile, gleaming hair, brown eyes, nice hands – not a bad little package. And, at least if we ever got to a little frenzied action, he would certainly know where everything was. Hey doc, I thought, I bet you know which little buttons to press. I must have smiled, and he naturally took this to be my total enchantment with his dynamic yet caring personality. He asked for my phone number. I muttered something about having just moved and couldn’t remember it, and I bolted for the bathroom. Where the hell was Stefi?

When I returned to my table, the delicious doctor had departed, and Stefi was sitting there instead. This was like musical chairs. She smiled lasciviously, “Well, you’re a fast mover, considering your reluctance to throw off your nun’s habit. In ten seconds flat you have the most eligible bachelor in the place eating out of your hand.”

“With luck, he’ll be eating a lot more than my hand,” I heard myself say the words – what on earth was happening to me? I never spoke like that. Stefi gave the dirtiest laugh I’ve ever heard outside of a bachelor party. “No, no, I didn’t mean that. Oh God, I think I’ve had too much to drink today. This green stuff on top of the wine from this afternoon is loosening my tongue,” I wailed.

Stefi laughed even harder, “A loose woman with a loose tongue. Hmm, no wonder you’re such a hit.” I started giggling too. Well, I might still be indecisive, but at least I was having fun.

Anyway, all my vile, disgusting, and delicious thoughts proved to be totally irrelevant. The doc had left, and I eventually fell into bed – very much alone – at 3 a.m. At least this had been worth giving up a face pack and a good book for.