The Radish Man -- TAPE 15

Through a series of chilling recordings, police reports, and lost audio logs -- sent anonymously to an Investigative Reporter -- "The Radish Man" unfolds as a found-footage horror mystery, documenting one man’s descent into madness as he fights to save his family from an unstoppable terror. But the deeper he digs, the more the truth becomes clear: no one escapes The Radish Man. No one ever has.

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"The Radish Man" created by Star Chaser Productions, written & directed by Matthew Ewald.

Produced by Karen Ewald, Shannon DeSalvo & Matthew Ewald.

For my wife. On this and every world.

© Star Chaser Productions | 2026

Transcript

SPEAKER_01 0:28

Claire wanted me to go to the police. I didn't want to. Not yet. I And this isn't a a macho, you know, beating my chest type of vibrato. Like I'm a man, I'll take care of my, you know, fuck that. This was, in all honesty, if I walk in there and I tell them what's been happening, fuck's sake. I'd have a lot more problems than just whatever this is. So no, I I didn't want to. Not yet. But after what happened the other night, I caved. After all of that No, there was no other option. So I went to the station this morning. Told them everything. The man in the woods, what Jacob saw, throwing the rock, the the issues at his school, the radish, the shadows, the the the um the the shadow figure outside of the house. The muddy footprints inside the house, the the the whispers, the the Oh man, those whispers. The static on our TVs, the flickering lights, things getting moved, the the orbs out of the the the the corner of our eyes, I told them everything. I told them about things that I haven't even recorded about yet. I told them everything. It um I mean it it went uh Yeah, yeah, it it it went like I thought it would. The desk sergeant, or at least that's who I assumed it was, looked at me like I was crazy. No surprise there, but I mean like seriously. And I swear he was he was a second away from putting me on a twenty-four hour psych hold. I'm not being dramatic here. He was. And then one of them, the uh the younger guy there, he uh he smirked. He said, Sounds like you need a priest, not a cop. The other one, the older grizzled the the desk sergeant. Leaned back in his chair and said, Not a priest an exorcist. Or maybe them ghostbusters. Them? Maybe them ghostbusters? Who the fuck talks like that? Do we suddenly wind up in the deep south? Like what is that? Maybe one of them Ghostbusters. Like fuck. They laughed. They actually laughed. I walked into that police department asking for help. And they laughed at me. They laughed at at all of this. They don't have to look my kid in the eye. And see the I mean what it transcends fear. I I I don't know what I don't know what to say. It it it's not just fear, there's something else. But he they don't have to look in his eyes and see that shit. They don't have to see it. So I walked out. I mean come on. What else could I do? What nothing. There was nothing I could do. Who the hell do you call when the thing invading your house isn't a ghost? It's not a person. But something different. Something else. Did you hear it? Seriously, did you hear it? I'm sitting in my car in a parking lot. That was on the roof. You know, I'm afraid to listen back to these tapes. I'm afraid to know if there's something in the background that I can't hear with my own ears. Like it it's not audible while I'm recording, but once you play it back. I couldn't stop thinking about it. All of it. And then I remembered Frank, our neighbor. He said the kind of stuff that doesn't make it into the history books. He said something like that. And I'm thinking, but what if it did? I needed to know more. So I went to the library. It was supposed to be a quick stop just in an hour or so, but time got away from me. My phone buzzed with missed calls. Worried text became angry texts from Claire. Oh shoot, she was pissed. And rightfully so. She had every right to be pissed. But I found something. I found something. An old file. A reference to an audio log originally entered into consideration for one of the city's earliest time capsules. But it was rejected. Rejected for the severe fabrication and false depictions of the city's historical events, of the glorification of devil worship, witchcraft, and of heathenist beliefs. Yeah, I wrote it down. Hey, it was worth a try. Right. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

SPEAKER_00 8:36

You want witch real?

SPEAKER_01 8:39

Uh sorry, the uh the index said that it's um zero seven six four dash zero nine dash two two seven three two one eight.

SPEAKER_00 9:01

Three two one eight. That's that's certainly buried. You said two two seven three two one eight?

SPEAKER_01 9:13

Uh yes. Yes, it's uh two two seven-three two one eight.

SPEAKER_00 9:22

Well, it appears to be in the archives. Haven't had anyone ask for it in apparently decades. What exactly are you looking for?

SPEAKER_01 9:34

I I have no idea. I sat in a dimly lit room, headphones pressing into my ears, and I had this terribly agonizing thought. I wish that when the library had asked what I was looking for, that I would have said answers. I'm looking for answers. That would have been I mean that would have sounded so much better than all this. I'm sorry for not being cool enough to throw out something awesome. But yeah. Yeah, that would have been better. Anyway, the the the tape crackled. And then a voice, an old voice, a man from the nineteen forties, maybe the fifties. He was recounting a story generational, passed down. He called it bloodline histories. Not his encounter, but it but an encounter an entity at a darkness he called the red man in the dirt The Radish Man.