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I hope you can help me.
I’m a classical organist, and I’m trying to make organ concerts accessible to a wider audience. My plan is to have a projector in the church that shows what I’m doing in real time - in stead of looking at some organ pipes with me hidden behind them, the audience will actually see what I’m doing. I think this idea has a lot of potential, but I’m not totally sure what equipment to get.
My requirements are: a total price of hopefully not more than 3-4000$ A HD camera with no more than 1 frame of latency (or whatever is possible) A hd projector with a brightness of minimum 3000-4000 ansi lumens Wireless video (not gonna roll up cable every time I play a concert, esp. not in long complicated churches)
I’ve been researching a lot, and so far this is what I’ve come up with:
Pretty cheap solution; get a Marshall CV506 camera, transfer HDMI through a teradec ace 500 to a projector with minimal hdmi lag like the Optoma HD39HDR (16ms latency at 60fps).
To make this setup nicer, I could get a SDI camera - cheapest option is propably the BM Micro studio camera 4K, connect that to a no-latency sdi streaming thing, and then find a suitable projector. I’m however unable to find anything that takes SDI in a price range of 1000-1500 usd.
These are all my ramblings. Tell me what I should do. I’m very obsessed with latency, but I don’t want people to see me play a key 100ms after I’ve played it - that would be too annoying to watch.
As a bonus I’d love to put a Atem mini in between the camera and the projector to do a lower 3rd, but I’m unable to see what latency that introduces.
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I’m sure we all remember the first day the ultralight craze began, and sometime later, Glorious had introduced what I would consider the whole package for the average consumer. Offering a lightweight mouse complete with RGB and their first take at a paracord-like cable. It became evident that Glorious wanted to disrupt the market. It’s been a long time since the Model O entered the ring, and this time around I think Glorious is aiming for perfection. Today we’ll be finding out if the model O wireless from Glorious is a hit or a miss.
Before we get started, I just wanted to make it clear that this unit was sent out for review by Glorious, but you should know that all opinions here are my own, and this does not affect my review in any way.
VIDEO REVIEW TLDR;
Packaging: Coming from the original packaging of the Model O way back in the day, I’m sure many people will be pleased to know that you won’t have to suffer the nightmares of your cable getting damaged due to the packaging. Considering this is wireless, you’re simply presented with the mouse and wireless base immediately after opening the box safely sitting in its place with no cables being forced into uncomfortable positions. Glorious packaging has always been rather minimal, accessories include the USB C cable, wireless base, and dongle along with a sticker and the typical paperwork instructing you on how to get acquainted with your mouse.
Sensor: The sensor being used here is what Glorious is calling the BAMF sensor, their own proprietary sensor. There have been many people claiming it could be a rebranded 3335 or a modified 3370, but I have no way of confirming these claims. Even taking a look inside of the mouse, instead of the usual sensor name being etched in, you’ll only find the words BAMF etched in its place. Using this mouse alongside my G305, GPW, and Pwnage Ultra Custom, performance feels on par with those from a gameplay perspective. The mouse does use a 2.4GHz connection though, and the DPI maxes out at 19,000. DPI steps range from 400-800-1600-3200 by default. DPI steps are indicated by an LED at the bottom of the mouse. To my knowledge, there’s no way to change the polling rate without software, so you’ll be playing at 1000hz by default, not a bad thing, but for those who want to squeeze every ounce of juice they can out of wireless play, 500hz is a must. Before we dive into the software though, you should know that the software isn’t required after you’ve set up your mouse to your liking, huge props to Glorious for this one, as I’m normally the type of person to set it and forget it. Additionally, the mouse includes some instructions on how to change lighting modes and brightness all without the software. Taking a look at the software it’s nice to see they’ve moved on from the previous flat appearance to something more modern with an extremely minimal design that follows the new look of their website. The software gives you a decent set of options. In the first tab, you’re able to adjust the 8 preset RGB effects (excluding LED off). You can also adjust the rate at which the RGB shifts colors, along with separate brightness intensities depending on whether you’re playing wired/wireless, this is really great to see. Moving into the second tab you’re able to change the mouse binds for things like multimedia/macros/shortcuts or you can disable buttons completely. Finally, the third tab gives you the options of removing/adding DPI steps and adjusting the color of these steps. Additionally, you can also adjust LOD from 1mm-2mm, along with making adjustments to your debounce time from 2ms-16ms. Polling rates can also be adjusted here from 125hz-250hz-500hz-1000hz at the max. You can also adjust the LEDs for inactivity (sort of like a sleep mode) which disables the RGB completely from 1m-15m of inactivity, this setting is hidden behind the settings icon. The only real negative feedback I can give for the software is that there isn’t any indication of the battery life percentage. All you’re given is a battery icon with segments on the battery you have left. I’ve spoken with Glorious about this already, and they’re working on it.
Battery life: Battery life is obviously important for a wireless connection, especially in a competitive setting. The last thing you want is your mouse to die in the middle of a game, and in my use, I never ran into any issues like this. I wanna be transparent here, originally I thought I had exact numbers on battery life but there was a flaw in some of the notes I took, so I’d like to apologize for not being able to provide accurate numbers on battery life at this time. The last thing I want to do is mislead people. I urge you to check out other reviewers' thoughts on this for now. However the good news is while Glorious does estimate around 71 hours of use with the RGB off, I am able to confirm that you could potentially squeeze even more time out of the mouse using a 500hz polling rate, as the 71-hour testing was done at 1000hz.
Buttons: M1/M2 are solid here using Omron D2FC-F-7N (20m), the same switches used in the original O. Clicks feel firm and tactile while having a low pre-travel/slightly higher post-travel. There’s near-zero wobble or play with M1/M2, really solid work here. Side buttons here are using huano greens, clicks feel like in use, while having minor pre-travel there’s a fair bit of post-travel to the side buttons. The coating here is a glossy one, and while I’ve never personally been a fan of Glorious side buttons, it’s super easy to rock my thumb into buttons, they’re always within reach for me using a claw grip. I typically prefer some thicker side buttons, while these sit a tiny bit on the thinner side. The DPI switch at the top is also coated glossy, while the power switch feels like a raw plastic which is located at the bottom.
Scroll Wheel: The Model O wireless scroll wheel uses an F-switch green encoder, while the original Model O used an F-switch red encoder. The scroll wheel here feels very smooth in use, while the steps are subtle but defined, the switch used here is also a Huano green. The scroll wheel rubber itself doesn’t feel great in my opinion and gets oily rather fast when looking at previous usage with other Model O’s.
Shape/Coating: The shape of this mouse is low at the front while relatively flat which then dips in the middle and has an extended lower back. The Model O is typically compared to the FK series of Zowie mice. The mouse shares a matte coating across the whole body ignoring side buttons and DPI switch which are both coated glossy
Cable/Feet: Coming from the original first batch of Model O’s this new ascended cable is a night and day difference, it doesn’t feel nearly as stiff or rough as the previous cable while also being much thinner in comparison. It’s also USB C which I hope we see more of, but there’s a minor problem here. Although the cable here is USB C, it can only go in one way. If you take a look at the cable you can see the side with the icon facing upwards is the proper orientation for plugging the cable in. This would be totally understandable considering how something like the G Pro Wireless executed its front plug, but I don’t think it really makes sense to have to worry about plug orientation in regards to using the wireless base. I could definitely see a few customers accidentally busting their cables in an attempt to push it in, but thankfully I inspected the cable’s molding before pushing any further. The underside of the wireless base has a rubber side that should hopefully stick to your desk. Back to the cable itself though, I think for a stock cable it’ll get the job done. It feels much looser and not as heavy as the new G-wolves cables. You’ll definitely want a bungee for a cable like this, it’s nice but it seems like it can get caught under the mouse pretty easily for any low sense players out there going for big flicks. The feet used here are the G-skates from Glorious, they’re pretty thin but solid for stock feet.
Weight: The Model O Wireless weighs at around 70g according to my scale, and around 75g with a bit of cable. Solid weight for a wireless mouse, only a minor increase from the original Model O.
Build Quality: This time around I think Glorious has seriously nailed it, at least with my copy. Squeezing all along the sides I can’t hear or feel any flex, the shell feels really solid here. Adding extra weight from my palm and pushing down hard into the front buttons, I can’t seem to make the mouse creak or crunch in the slightest. Although my only experience with the Model O was a first batch unit of the original O, I’m happy to report that build quality here has much improved. Getting inside of the mouse is pretty tricky, but it’s mostly identical to taking apart the original Model O. You’ll find two screws under the rear mouse feet, and from there a small prying tool allows you to pop open the sides. After you’ve opened it up, take extra care not to get too excited just yet. You’ll want to unplug the RGB ribbon cables and battery cable, along with the cable connecting the side buttons to the rest of the mouse. For any curious modders out there, the Model O Wireless PCB shares the same size as the original Model O PCB. The molding of the top shell and bottom shell might appear similar to the original Model O, but there have definitely been some changes here. You’ll find photos in the gallery above taken with my phone’s camera. The PCB appears to be held in with a single large screw at the back and some pegs.
Final Thoughts: I think Glorious has set the stage for wireless mice and what you can expect from them with future releases. Despite the many issues with Glorious and quality control in the past, it’s refreshing to see a company actually trying to address their problems, while also having their hands in as many communities as possible whether it’s keyboards or mice. I’m hopeful Glorious will continue to find ways to provide consumers with reasonably priced stuff and quality in mind. I’ll be excited to see how well Glorious executes their next attack on the mechanical keyboard market.
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In all my years of working at radio stations I had never seen such a dump. The broadcast office was full of labelled boxes that dated back years, decades even, and empty paper coffee cups. I would of thought that the least Mr Jones could do before I took over the job was hire a cleaner. It took me several hours just to clear the dust which seemed like it had been settling for years and not just months. I did skim through the piles of boxes out of curiosity; financial reports, listenership records, overdue bills. Nothing interesting, unfortunately.
Silver Oaks radio tower had one of those big, ugly satellite antennas you saw in the old movies, especially the black and white ones. And it sat high above the town. The station still used wireless technology to send out its broadcasts, which was strange because I thought pretty much every radio was digital now. I was so used to working with digital like everyone else nowadays that it took me a while to even work out how to turn on the the damn thing. It made that old crackle sound – do you remember when you used to turn the dial, so it would tune into the right frequency? Annoying as fuck, right? If you think that took patience, imagine how I felt trying to get this piece of junk to tune in properly. But I figured it out eventually, after a couple of hard kicks to the wall and mumbled F-yous.
It wasn’t the most ideal situation, but I couldn’t turn my nose up at the opportunity. Not only did I have the perks of being the only broadcaster at SILVER OAKS 96.6, which mostly consisted of playing he same 80s songs throughout the day and a talk show at night, but I also got room and board chucked into the job for free. Now the room, if you could call it that, consisted of a single sized mattress on a bed frame of dented springs, a en suite bathroom – okay, actually it’s a cupboard with a toilet and the smallest shower cubicle I’ve ever seen. Besides that there was the usual bedroom fixtures squeezed into the room, making it hard to navigate of a morning after repeatedly stubbing my toe. But I didn’t need much else. My divorce had set me back by a lot, finance wise, so I would take what I could get with what little I actually had left.
Still, it’s not all bad. The view of the sleepy town of Silver Oaks was quite majestic to look at everyday. The tower was situated just behind the famous oaks and seeing the town light up at night was mesmerising to watch, especially for someone who didn’t grow up in a small town. I didn’t miss the city much at all and the townsfolk here seemed friendly enough. I really wanted to make it work, but the listenership for the station wasn’t the best which made me have my doubts about how permanent the job would really be. Even with the revival of the station being advertised in the local paper and through word of mouth, it wasn’t getting much attention. I knew that the radio had been ran by a man before me who had died in some freak accident – look, I don’t know the details and I didn’t really care to know. I never asked Mr Jones before accepting the job. I needed the money and a place to lay my head of a night. But one day in the town, this old demented man came out of nowhere whilst I was shopping. I was filling my cart with chips and beer to keep me going through the evening show that night – god knows I needed them with the absolute bullshit these people talked about. Anyway, more about that later – the old man was so… desperate and insistent. The moment he approached me I took a step back as the smell of stale urine filled my sinuses.
‘Get out of there whilst you still can!’ He yelled, startling the checkout staff and getting the attention of the other shoppers. Even for a radio host, I didn’t like being the centre of attention – I truly had a face for radio and I liked having a loud mouth with a hidden face. ‘He was killed you know – it was no accident! They covered it all up!’ He was pointing at the fellow eavesdroppers, who continued to stare on.
‘I-I’m sorry, I don’t-‘ I began, feeling quite embarrassed for him. Finally one of the staff members came to my rescue, I assumed he was the manager. Straight away he took the old man gently by the arm, starting to lead him towards the exit.
‘Come on, Ted,’ he said, ‘go home and get done rest.’ After the deranged old man was out the door, the manager came over to stress his apologies. ‘Don’t mind old Ted, he’s just a bit tired and can be erratic at times. He’s been like that since he lost his wife a few years back.’
‘I’m assuming he was talking about the previous radio host?’ I asked.
The manager sighed. ‘Terrible, terrible situation. You needn’t bother worrying about it.’
I could see the other shoppers and staff were still staring and listening in on our conversation, they all must of known what happened to him. A couple of them were nodding and whispering amongst themselves.
‘I’m er-sorry about making a scene. I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble.’
‘Not at all! Look your groceries are on me today - I’ll let the guys know,’ The Manager insisted before I could refuse. ‘Good luck with your show tonight. I’ll be listening in!’ And away he went.
So I guess I should explain the talk show - ‘The Peaceful Hour’. So The irony of the 11pm show is that it consists of the citizens of Silver Oaks calling in to voice their concerns, issues and anything else related to the town. Why they call it ‘The Peaceful Hour’? I don’t know. Because it’s mostly the townsfolk venting their frustrations about the most mundane things. So far I’ve had a woman who was furious about the tiny graffiti on the town cross not being removed despite her many visits and letters to the town council, then I had a man who owned a family-run drug store who was being buried into the ground by the arrival of a chain in town. He insisted everyone should protest outside the chain and stop shopping there, despite their cheaper prices. Oh, and how could I forget the call about the chickens that escaped multiple times from Goldmayer’s farm! Yes, apparently they were pecking the grass from Mrs Jackson’s lawn every other morning.
‘Uh-Huh…’ I uttered in bewilderment. ‘So have you tried talking to Mr Goldmayer about getting a stronger, more secure chicken coop?’
‘Talking?! I’ve damn near screamed at the man! You try talking to him!’ Mrs Jackson yelled. ‘Does it on purpose, knows I don’t like him and his damn farm!’
It was a far cry from my previous talk show where I was conversing about real world issues and political injustice. I certainly wouldn’t say I ‘loved’ the job so far, not with the lack of material I was actually given permission to cover. It was no wonder the listenership was so low when the conversation was taking a turn to mild vandalism or escapee chickens…
Mr Jones – the owner of the station - wasn’t interested in my ideas to talk more about the bigger world outside of Silver Oaks. He said to me: ‘Silver Oaks is the big world to these people. The station and the newspaper are the only two outlets for these people to express their frustration and their feelings – let them talk. You’ll settle in just fine, kid.’ I wasn’t convinced by Mr Jones encouragement, I felt out of touch with the locals and didn’t have a clue about the town’s stance on certain things having spent little time in it, but I would give it a try.
I braced myself for another night of monotonous tales from an angered local. Snacks were on hand, and I’m not ashamed to say I’d already consumed two beers, with another cracked open just before I switched the ‘On Air’ sign on. Not great for third week in, but it numbed the future headache I would surely get from listening to petty crap for an hour. There was one caller on hold tonight, just like every other night so far. I hoped it wasn’t Mrs Jackson again. Please, not another night of chickens, I thought.
‘Good evening Silver Oaks, I’m your host Jacob Evans and you’re listening to ‘The Peaceful Hour’ on SILVER OAKS 96.6 where you, the citizens of Silver Oaks, lead the conversation. We already have a caller waiting on the line tonight.’
‘Hello?’ A crackled, distant voice said as I connected the call.
‘Hello, welcome to ‘The Peaceful Hour’. Please tell our listeners your name and what you want to get off your chest.’
‘Well, you can call me Sam...’
‘Okay, Sam. So what do you want to talk about tonight?’ I asked again, in a monotone register. There was a long pause, but I could hear his shallow breathing. ‘Sam, are you still with us?’
‘Yes,’ he said bluntly.
‘Okay, what do you want to talk about?’
‘I want to talk about the murders I’ve committed.’
I rolled my eyes. I didn’t expect it to happen here, but the burden of not screening callers before they’re broadcast is having to put up with prank calls. I decided to play along.
‘Uh-Huh. And what murders have you committed, Sam?’
‘Well, which one would you like me to start with?’
‘Take your pick!’ I said, followed by a pathetic laugh. I shook my head and took a huge swing of beer. At least it was an entertaining start to the evening.
‘Okay, how about I start with Dean Reagan?’
My phone suddenly lit up, it was a text from Mr Jones. As soon as I read his words, my childish mood went away just as quickly as it came… it read:
DO NOT HANG UP. I THINK HE’S SERIOUS!
‘Mr Evans, are you still there?’ Sam asked politely.
‘Y-Yeah. I’m here,’ I replied nervously, quickly diverting to my usual tone so he wouldn’t suspect something was off. Although, after Mr Jones text I was curious about only one thing. ‘So who is Dean Reagan? What did you do to him?’
There was a long silence.
‘He was the previous host for SILVER OAKS 96.6 and I killed him. Right there in that tower in-fact…’
This time the painful, prolonged silence was on my end of the broadcast. I was weighing up if this Sam fella really was serious, just like Mr Jones had said in his text. Because let’s be realistic, who admits to committing murder over the radio? This was obviously some scare tactic from the local teens who were clearly giving me my initiation prank call, ya know, a ‘Welcome to Silver Oaks, the last host who died was actually murdered – LOL.’ That’s what I was telling myself, and that’s how I would continue to stir the rest of this conversation as Mr Jones was still blowing up my phone with text messages telling me not to disconnect Sam’s call.
‘Really?’ I said. ‘I suppose I better sleep with one eye open then, huh?’
Sam chuckled as though we were two pals with a private joke between us. ‘Perhaps you should, I’m interested to know why you didn’t even know his name?’
‘Because I never asked,’ I said, ‘I was just told it was an accident and I never wanted to know anymore than that.’
Sam’s shallow breathing fuzzed into my earphones, the sound was actually quite annoying due to the crappy signal. ‘Yes, I’m sure everyone would tell you it was accident,’ he finally said, ‘but Silver Oaks know the truth and I’m here to tell it straight.’
I took a swig of my beer and quickly flashed through the multiple texts that Mr Jones had sent me. They kept coming through like a commentary to what was being said between Sam and I on the broadcast. The last one saying:
‘GO TO COMMERCIAL – CALL ME.’
‘Okay citizens of Silver Oaks, we’ll be back shortly with our…interesting conversation on local homicides with Sam. Sam, do you mind staying on the line?’
‘I’ll be here,’ he said flatly.
‘This is ‘The Peaceful Hour’ on SILVER OAKS 96.6 and I’m your host, Jacob Evans. Do not go anywhere. This is going to be one memorable show.’
As soon as I set the broadcast to commercial, I picked up my phone and called Mr Jones.
‘Well, this is the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve ever heard in my life,’ I said when he picked up, ‘I’ll give this guy credit, it’s certainly better than hearing about the quality of the vegetables at Goldmayer’s Sunday market stall.’
‘Look, Jacob there’s a-er-there’s something I forgot to mention,’ Mr Jones began, seeming jittery and nervous. ‘Now I don’t want you to think I didn’t tell you this to put you off the job, but this isn’t the first time er, ‘Sam’ has called in.’
I was confused. ‘Okay…’
‘Ya see, when Dean was host, God rest his soul, he would get calls from Sam quite often. They were innocent at first. But they started to take a dark turn.’
I was a little frustrated with how intense Mr Jones seemed, it was almost like no one in this town understood when someone was just playing a joke. A sick one, come to think of it, but a joke none-the-less.
‘Okay, so why didn’t Dean just disconnect his calls?’ I asked.
‘Well, it was good for the ratings and Dean – he-er got sucked into it, obsessed quite frankly,’ Mr Jones explained. ‘I don’t know how to describe it, but he wasn’t himself – at the end, I mean.’
‘Mr Jones, you can’t honestly tell me you think this Sam guy is serious? If he is, we shouldn’t be airing it for broadcast we should be contacting the police! Tracking his GPS. Anything to get the son-of-a-bitch behind bars!’
‘Sam never calls from the same number, and all the numbers cease to exist when they’re tracked. Dean tried. This Sam character, he’s smart. Look kid, just see what he comes out with. We may finally get the real story behind that ‘accident’ and it’ll do us some good for the ratings. It’s a win/win situation.’
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was absolute madness. ‘You seriously want me to have a conversation with a potential murderer who is at large? Are you insane?!’
‘I’ll make it worth your while, kid,’ Mr Jones was pleading with me, but there was also a sharpness to his voice. ‘You don’t really have much choice, do you?’
So that’s how it was. He knew my financial situation and that the divorce had severely drained me. ‘Fine.’
I hung up the phone and cracked open another beer. My buzz from drinking earlier had completely gone after speaking to Mr Jones. I couldn’t believe what I just agreed to. I still wasn’t entirely convinced that this person had committed murder, but I also wasn’t convinced I should carry on the call. I know I originally didn’t care to know anything about Dean Reagan, I mean, Christ! I didn’t know the man’s name until Sam mentioned it. It seemed not only sinister to even discuss a dead man, who may have been killed right here, right where I’m sitting, but not only that – his family. Did he even have family? Was he a loner, like me? Perhaps that’s why he took this shitty job. I downed the rest of my beer and placed my headset back on. I ignored the ‘NO SMOKING’ sign and I lit up a cigarette. A habit I couldn’t really afford, but it was only occasional. Lord knows I need needed one before I put the ‘ON AIR’ light back on.
‘Welcome back, Silver Oaks. I’m your host, Jacob Evans and you’re listening to ‘The Peaceful Hour’ on SILVER OAKS 96.6. Sam is still with us. Hi Sam.’
‘Hello, Jacob,’ Sam replied cheerfully. A little forced, actually.
‘So Sam, we’ve kept our listeners in suspense for long enough. How did you kill Dean Reagan?’
Sam laughed on the other end. ‘Do you not want to know WHY I killed him first?’
‘Sure, why not.’
‘He was different because he was an out-of-towner, which made him a good person to start off with, but he was dumb. Just like most of the people in this vile, decaying little town,’ Sam spat, and I was taken aback by the change in his voice; the venom. ‘Silver Oaks is a snake pit of liars, cheats and thieves. If you really knew the truth about this place, you wouldn’t of moved here Jacob.’
‘Uh-huh,’ I uttered, ‘and how does that justify Mr Reagan being murdered?’
‘Because I saved him from his lonely existence, I saved him from the people in this town. Silver Oaks may appear to be this quiet, idilic little place that is hidden from the rest of the world but that’s its biggest advantage. Silver Oaks is free from government, free from the rules of normal society – the people running this place know they can get away with so much. It drives me insane – has drove me insane!’
I shook my head in disbelief, taking in the last drag of my cigarette before extinguishing it. ‘So you think you ‘’saved’’ Dean Reagan by killing him? Is that what you’re saying?’
‘Yes, I am. If it wasn’t me it would have been one of those corrupt townsfolk or those—those…things that hide in the tall oaks just outside your tower, surely you’ve seen them?’ Sam asked.
‘No, I honestly haven’t any idea what you’re taking about…’ I said, really starting to sense how much of a nut job Sam really was.
‘Next time you drive into town, just look, you’ll see them. Or just look out your window later,’ Sam said dismissively. ‘Anyway, Dean needed to get out of this place, away from all of the scum...I know they’re all listening right now. But he had no way out. No one ever actually leaves Silver Oaks, ya know. Just try. I’ll bet you can’t.’
‘Sam, let’s just summarise for a moment here. You killed Dean Reagan to save him from the citizens of Silver Oaks because they’re all so corrupt and covering up these...these ‘’big’’ secrets?’
‘They got to him. They turned him. And they’ll turn you too!’ Sam was now erratic and hysterical. His earlier composure was completely gone.
‘Turned him into WHAT, Sam?’ I asked, feeling a little impatient with his scattered ramblings.
‘A citizen of Silver Oaks,’ he said calmly. ‘I have to go now, before they figure out who I am, I’ll call again tomorrow.’
The line disconnected, and I sat for a moment listening to the dial tone. I was trying to take in what I’d heard as I crossed my arms and processed what Sam said carefully. He was obviously a very mentally unwell man who needed help. Then I thought about Old Man Ted in the store earlier, he was blaming the townspeople for Dean’s death too. Sam, if that was his real name, sounded too young to be Old Man Ted. Perhaps there is a town conspiracy theory that bats from person to person, but so far I didn’t believe in it. And I still didn’t get any answers about Dean’s death.
‘Well, that was quite the conversation, wasn’t it? We’re going to take a short break but we’ll be back with your thoughts. I can’t wait to hear what you all thought of those accusations. You’re listening to ‘The Peaceful Hour’ on SILVER OAKS 96.6, with me your host, Jacob Evans. Don’t go anywhere.’
As soon as I went off air, I couldn’t help myself. I had to go and look out the window just like Sam had advised me to, knowing in the back of my head how fucking ridiculous it was. These ‘things’ he spoke of made me think of that Disney movie from when I was a kid, which was actually more like a horror movie: ‘The Watcher in the Woods’. God that movie scared the shit out of me as a child. I tried to imagine some weird being staring up at the tower every night - stalking me and watching my every move. Okay, so it was juvenile but it made me laugh out loud just thinking about it. But then I thought I saw…no it was just the wind, surely? The trees were shuffling at least, but I was convinced I saw a bright light flashing or glowing in the middle of the oaks. Perhaps it was just my imagination. I was interrupted from my trance by a phone call from Mr Jones.
‘Hello!’ I answered abruptly.
‘First of all, kid, I do the hanging up in future, you got that?’ He said. ‘Second of all, I need you to get more out of Sam tomorrow. This could really get the ratings going if we keep this up.’
God, the man had no shame if it meant that people were actually listening to his dire station. ‘Are you not worried that people will get pissed off that they’re being slandered by some raving lunatic?’
‘You let me worry about that, you just do the job you were hired to do. As I said, I’ll make it worth your while.’
I wondered if I should even ask the next question, because in my head I know it sounded ridiculous. ‘Mr Jones, what did he mean by ‘’those things that hide in the talk oaks’’?’
Mr Jones laughed. ‘Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little urban legend?’
‘No, I’m just curious…’
‘Well, supposedly there’s these creatures, aliens, wolves - whatever version of the story is popular at the time – they live in the tall oaks. Just like every other town, it’s just a story.’
‘Do they glow?’ I asked, innocently.
‘What?’ Mr Jones replied a little confused.
‘The creatures?’ I asked. ‘Do they glow?’
‘Yeah, sure. Why not! I guess they could. Look just finish tonight’s show and think about what to ask Sam if he calls tomorrow. Sweet dreams, kid.’
Mr Jones hung up this time, and I took one last look outside the window. It was distant this time, but I’m sure I saw another flash of blue light. Jesus, I need to get a grip, I thought to myself as I took a step away from the window. Now, I’m not one to get spooked easily, especially now I’m in my mid-thirties, but something about all of this really made me feel a chill. Perhaps it was the controversy of talking about someone who died just for the benefit of getting local attention drawn to our broadcast. It felt like I was pushing this exploitive narrative and I hated that feeling. But after tonight, I don’t know…I just didn’t feel safe so I pushed a heavy wooden ottoman in front of the door and a couple of my unpacked boxes in front of the fire escape. God help me if there’s actually a fire, but it made me feel more secure. For the first time in my life I certainly felt vulnerable. There wasn’t long left of tonight’s show, and I only had one caller on hold. Hopefully they would offer some better insight into Dean’s ‘accident’ or ‘murder’, perhaps they’d tell they knew this Sam guy and that he’s taking absolute shit.
‘Welcome back to ‘The Peaceful Hour’ on SILVER OAKS 96.6, I’m your host Jacob Evans and tonight we’re talking about murder, or are we? I’d love to hear your thoughts caller. Tell our listeners at home your name and thoughts.’
‘I can understand what that young man is saying, I have been close to murdering those chickens for months now!’
Great. It was Mrs Jackson. ‘Uh. Huh…’ I mumbled, lighting up my second cigarette of that evening, feeling kind of grateful it was her, but at the same time wishing she would just murder the chickens so she’d stop talking about them.
‘Maybe I should kill Mr Goldmayer! He’s probably responsible for those things out in the oaks! I’ve seen them too, they glow at night and-‘
I cut Mrs Jackson off. ‘Excuse me, they glow, you say?’
‘As I was just saying,’ she said with annoyance, ‘they glow and it’s all because of him messing with those poor damn animals! Cross breeding and whatever the hell he does to them! I could do it you know, my husband taught me how to use a rifle!’
I leaned back in my chair and sighed. Even batshit Mrs Jackson sees things glowing in those oaks at night. Maybe I’m not imagining what I saw, or I’m just as crazy as the rest of them.
God, this town is more fucked up than I thought.
I felt wary about driving through the oaks after what I may or may not of seen the night before, even in broad daylight. I considered having my groceries delivered to the tower so I didn’t have to drive through them, but then again I didn’t exactly feel much better about sitting alone in the tower today either, so what difference would it make if I stayed in or went out? Maybe I should consider installing a camera outside the door so I can see—do you know what? No. It’s ridiculous! This whole thing is a joke! I’m a grown adult and I’m allowing myself to be spooked out by some stupid fairy story the crazy locals made up and I won’t submit to it. So in the end I just decided to drive into town like I usually would.
I’m embarrassed to admit I did go over the speed limit as I drove through the winding road down into Silver Oaks. No signs of ghouls, goblins, monsters or mutated farm animals so far, so I eventually eased back down to the speed limit before I passed Goldmayer’s Farm. It’s a good thing I did, because surprise, surprise, the chickens were on the run again. That’ll be Mrs Jackson calling in, furious about her property being vandalised by them, later on tonight’s show. Whilst I waited for the flock of chickens to cross the road, which obviously made me think of the oldest joke of all time, I studied them and noticed how unusual they were; size wise they were all pretty large. And they were all walking in perfect unison as if they were a row of ducks rather than chickens. Whilst I waited for them to cross, I took a good look over at Goldmayer’s Farm for the first time since I moved to Silver Oaks.
Exterior wise, it looked pretty run down with overgrown, pale long grass and there were no animals to be seen out front. It seemed like the type of place that if you were to knock on the door, you wouldn’t be surprised if Leatherface came charging out at you with a chainsaw. I could hear a faint drilling sound which I figured was coming from the huge red barn next to the farmhouse, and I wondered what on earth he could be doing in there. Mrs Jackson seemed to think he was abusing his animals and turning them into these supposed creature that occupy the oaks. IF that was true, I wanted to know how he would even do it. Seeing plenty of horror movies in my time provided me with the cliché ideas; probably some sort of injection or Victor Frankenstein invention maybe? My imagination was running wild, yet again, so I took one last look at the farm before driving off into Silver Oaks town centre. The drilling sound got louder as I drove away.
I guess I should talk a little about Silver Oaks town centre. It’s like most small towns. A lot of independent small businesses, the local newspaper office, well kept community gardens, a town monument, a church and a city hall. It was basic and had pretty much everything you’d expect a small town to have, but it was actually quite pretty to look at. The townsfolk were very polite and greeted you as you walked around running your errands, it still had a video store that people used quite frequently which I know seems strange now everyone streams on the internet. But I guess that was part of its charm, it was stuck in this time capsule. I never experienced anything like that when I lived in cities with everyone rushing around, the sound of heavy traffic as a constant background noise and people would sooner tell you to ‘fuck off’ than wish you a good morning. Being in the town certainly shook off any eerie feeling I had earlier that morning and made me appreciate what a nice day it was. It made me remember despite how deluded some of the people may be, the town itself wasn’t that bad.
I was walking around the grocery store with my cart when I was suddenly approached by a young guy, probably about mid-twenties, dressed kind of trendy. Trendier than most of the other younger guys around town anyway.
‘You’re the new radio host, right?’ He asked, both his hands resting in the pockets of his trousers.
‘I might be,’ I said, ‘who’s asking?’
He extended his hand, which I accepted. ‘Timothy Dandridge, reporter for The Silver Oaks Standard.’
‘Jacob Evans. How can I help you?’
He signalled for us to move out of the aisle into a quiet corner. It seemed very cloak and dagger, but I followed him anyway. ‘I was listening to your broadcast last night,’ he said. ‘Some er, pretty strange stuff, wouldn’t you agree?’
‘Oh you mean someone admitting to murdering my predecessor, talking about town conspiracy theories and creatures that live in the woods? Nope, pretty standard stuff,’ I said, joking. He only offered a slight smile at my attempt at humour. For a young guy he seemed pretty uptight.
‘Well, I wouldn’t use the word ‘standard’ to describe town. Silver Oaks is very…different in many ways. But I’m sure you’ve already figured that out, haven’t you?’
I studied Timothy’s blank expression, beginning to wonder if he thought any of those things that he heard on ‘The Peaceful Hour’ last night were really true. My gut instinct told me that even if he didn’t, he wouldn’t rule it out. ‘Until last night, I thought so. I guess I still do. I’m not entirely convinced this Sam guy knows what he’s saying, and I certainly don’t believe that weird creatures live in the oaks.’
‘But you seemed stunned when Mrs Jackson talked about the glowing?’ Timothy said, furrowing his brows with suspicion.
‘Because I thought it was crazy,’ I said. Half of me was telling the truth and the other half of me was keeping what I thought I saw to myself, especially from a reporter. Besides, I could of just been a flashlight or something. ‘I was a little out of my depth with last night’s conversation.’
Timothy sighed, and took a step closer to me, we were nearly touching cheeks when he whispered in my ear. ‘You’re out of your depth in general, Jacob. This place has had many strange incidents for years, and it’s hard to explain why. Dean Reagan’s death was just one of them. And Sam, he knows the truth. You have no idea what they did to Dean, he let this town consume him. I’d be careful that the same thing doesn’t happen to you.’
I took a step back. ‘Are you threatening me?’
Timothy shook his head. ‘No, I’m just giving you some friendly advice. I can be a real friend to you, not like all of these phoney, crazy bastards,’ he said signalling to the other people who were shopping, seemingly minding their own business, except for the occasional glance. ‘They may seem like nice, ordinary people, but when you’ve lived here long enough you learn that everyone in this town is hiding something. And don’t think they’re not watching you, because they are. They’re probably listening to us right now, they’re good at that, even when it looks like they aren’t.’
He tried to get in close again, so I took another step back. ‘Tell me why I should trust someone who condones murder?’
‘The person that Sam killed wasn’t Dean Reagan. Not anymore.’
I shook my head and grabbed my cart, ready to walk away. ‘That doesn’t even make any sense! He still killed a man. It’s wrong. It’s unlawful.’
‘Do you see the law here? In fact, do you really see Silver Oaks, or do you just see what you want to see?’ Timothy asked, withharrowing conviction. And I thought about his question. Sam already mentioned that there was no real law system in place. And when I considered it, there didn’t appear to be a Sheriff’s department or police station around. Maybe they dismantled the police? I know some places do that. I don’t know.
‘I just see a small town that is still clinging onto a tragedy. Despite whether Dean Reagan was really killed, or did die from an accident, it seems to have the people around here pretty riled up. Sam needs to turn himself into the authorities so the town can move on. Where is he anyway? WHO is he?’
‘No one knows were Sam is. But he’s in this town, somewhere. Hiding. No one ever really leaves Silver Oaks. No one really can.’
I nodded my head at Timothy’s delusional comment, the same comment Sam had made on ‘The Peaceful Hour’. ‘Okay, well it was nice meeting you!’ I said sarcastically as I steered off with my cart. But Timothy grabbed me by the arm before I could walk any further. I looked down, feeling my face flushing with fury. I was just about ready to brawl with this idiot.
‘Please, Jacob!’ He pleaded. ‘Just open your eyes a bit more. I’m not crazy, I’m just trying to help you. Can I come over to the tower later? There’s something I want you to hear. It might clarify a few things for you. Help you make sense of what I’m trying to tell you…away from prying eyes.’
I bit my bottom lip as I considered his proposal. I swiftly nudged his hand off my arm and walked away at a steady pace. ‘Eight O’Clock,’ I said with my back turned to him. ‘Don’t try anything stupid, I’m handy with a baseball bat.’ I lied.
After paying for my groceries, I packed them into my car and opened up the fresh pack of cigarettes I just bought. I ended up smoking the rest of the pack I had last night and this morning, and I know, I promised myself I wouldn’t smoke regularly again but desperate times and all that. I hadn’t smoked like this since my divorce but it was helping calm my nerves. I decided to lean against my bonnet taking in the sunshine, something I’d rarely seen since moving here and probably one of the things I missed about the city. Eventually the heat on the bonnet started to burn my ass after a while, so I decided to take a walk around town as I didn’t feel like going back to the tower straight away.
I still had something that Timothy said playing on my mind, about not really seeing Silver Oaks, and I had no idea what he meant until it dawned on me that since I had been here, I had not seen a single child or baby until today. They were school kids, all boys, in a grey uniform, all walking in perfection unison like the chickens I saw earlier. The strange thing about them was that even though they all had different hair colours, eye colours, different heights; they all looked the same facially. Close family members maybe? Cousins? Either that or one guy really was a very busy fella spreading his seeds around. But still, it was unusual.
Then I noticed that the church was actually boarded up, with an imprint on the front where the crucifix used to be. Come to think of it, the building looked very derelict, like it hadn’t been used in decades. There were birds sitting on top of the church roof, big birds, and they didn’t look like any species I’d seen before. It was hard to tell from this distance, but their eyes seemed to be bulging and their feathers were extremely long on their wings. If it wasn’t strange enough that there was still a video store here, like I mentioned earlier, the people who were going in there – which was quite a lot — weren’t coming out of there with DVD rentals. They were coming out with big duffle bags. What they had in them? I had no idea. Timothy was right, I never really SAW Silver Oaks. But now that I finally did, everything seemed off.
I drove back up to the tower, listening to the auto playlist I left on the broadcast whilst I was away. The car I bought after the divorce was old and slightly beat down, it didn’t have an AUX portal, so listening to SILVER OAKS 96.6 was my only option as I didn’t own any cassette tapes. Just before driving up the hill to the tower, I stopped again at Goldmayer’s Farm and the drilling sound from earlier had gone. There was now several cows chewing the long grass outside the red barn. Still no sign of Mr Goldmayer though, I’d never actually seen him any time I’d drove past the farm. Before I was about to drive off, just to my right I saw those chickens from earlier crossing the road back over to the farm — I assumed they were the same chickens anyway. Only…they were much bigger than they were when I saw them that morning and their mouths and breasts were covered in—oh God. It was blood. No question about it. What the fuck had they been eating? I didn’t wait for them to cross this time. I beeped my horn, making them jump frantically and revved my engine as I sped up the hill.
It all started to stir around in my head — all these thoughts, all these things I’d seen and heard. What the hell was going on in this crazy fucking place? Why hadn’t I noticed all these weird things before? What was with those chickens? Who or WHAT are those children? What the actual FUCK happened to Dean Reagan? And then just as I was about to make my turn up to the tower, this big blue light flashed in front of me. There was something behind it that I couldn’t quite see, it was huge and towered over the road. I swerved the car away from it, and pulled hard on the brakes, making my car screech as I pushed my foot on the brake as hard as I could. The car went flying forward, and I just missed one of the oak trees by a few centimetres. My heart pounded and I tried to control my heavy breathing, I felt like I was about to have a panic attack. I looked in the rear view mirror to see if that thing behind the light was still there, but there was nothing on the road except for my tire marks. I leaned my head on the stirring wheel for a moment and tried to calm down, listening to my breathing slowly decreasing and waited for my hands to stop shaking. After a few minutes, I reversed my car back onto the road and made my way up to the tower.
As soon as I got in, despite it being barely noon, I opened a beer and downed it in one go, then opened another. It helped to calm my nerves. Then I lit a cigarette and walked over to the window to look out at the oaks, it seemed calm and nothing out of the ordinary struck me. But all my doubts before had vanished…
There was something out there after all.
Next: Part Two
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