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Welcome to Corpsewood Manor (Ep. 59)

October 31, 2025 • J. Harvey • Season 6 • Episode 59

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Deep in the Georgia woods, a devil-worshipping (don't be judgey, now) gay couple built a kinky Satanic sex palace and lived off the land. They made their own wine, threw fabulous dinner parties and certain guests experienced the infamous pink room over the chicken coop. Then they made the mistake of befriending a troubled young man who decided they had money to steal. The name of their home? Corpsewood Manor. Tragically fitting.

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December 1982,. Trion, Georgia

Investigators from the Georgia Bureau of investigation and the state crime lab had never seen anything quite like it. The overturned furniture, the blood stained walls, and the bullet casings? Sure. Those are things you find at your typical crime scene. What they weren’t expecting were pink gargoyles, statues and paintings depicting Satan and Satanic worship, whips, chains, lotsa pornography (we’re talking magazines it was the 80s), vials of LSD, and human skulls that weren’t those of the victims. The authorities wanted to know who had committed the brutal double murder that had happened here, sure. But now they were equally interested in just who the two dead men lying on the floor had been. Perhaps they should have expected such an eerie and macabre crime scene at a handbuilt Satanic sex palace very deep in the woods. Welcome to Corpsewood Manor.

You’re listening to Wicked Gay, a true crime podcast about gay people doing awful things. And having awful things done to them.

Happy Halloween! I’m your host J. Harvey, and it brings me great pleasure to once again bring you a tale of the murderous and macabre just in time for tonight’s ghostly and ghastly festivities. But first - I have sort of a review of something related.

Recently I attended my first every live podcast taping. It was that Morbid podcast. Ive never listened but that doesn’t matter - they’re huge, it’s like #4 in the country or something insane? And I knew they’re true crime and spooky stuffy, which is in my wheelhouse so I thought it would be fun and also to see what the neighbors are up to and how they do their thing. Im not gonna say what the competition is up to, cuz Morbid is a juggernaut and Wicked Gay is a dust mote in their gargantuan wake.

So, this being my first live podcast show and it being a ticketed type thing, I guess I expected…like a show? They had a cutesy spooky ooky set of sorts with some flattering old timey lighting and haunted looking antiques and a fainting couch or some shit. But it was mostly two ladies reading off their ipads and recording an episode? And that was..kinda..it?

Don’t get me wrong, they seemed bright and very charismatic and smart although one made a fart joke and I hate toilet humor but I resisted asking for a refund. And they did have a gal from their network…yes, these two have their own podcast network with Sirius or something so I’m guessing they make some good bank. They had one of their spinoff podcasters pop in to try and guess which of their antiques were haunted and this gal talked about her nipples so maybe they’re branching out into sex podcasts like Kristen Bell has on that Netflix show about her fucking Rabbi Adam Brody, who btw outgrew being irritating on the OC to be very sexy in his synagogue..but I digress..it was just…I left thinking, well I could do that. I could have done that. I do that.

and the subject matter was like ok, I diont know if this is just an east coast thing, because I believe the Morbid-ers are based here in Massachusetts, but you know those paperpacks you se in gas stations or whatever and its like Weird Tales of New Englad, or Boston Ghost Stoires and there’s usually an old timey photo of like a ghost woman with a butter churn and a hookskirt or somerhting and they sell;l it ebsie the cash registe rto give them shopo some logical color? Im always seeing these here in Massachsutetts,. Ok, so basucalky these two read told a story or two like that. That was it. Like they could have just oeoned th ebook and started reading, thank you good night.

But let me tell youm, these chicks have a loyal fanbase, people were treating them like rock stars which bully them for them, thats incredble, and they have their own network, and these gals have sime sort of huge deal with Siruius., But the audience was like reopeating their catchprhases and going wilding, And no im serious, they were dougn what I do, and I was trying to sus it, Is it caus theyre weekly? Were they one of the first to do this>? Yes, They were absolutely charismatic, and smart, and funny…I guess I was just like..huh. Anyway, i was suffused with jealousy and wondering when muy consent toru is up. And if io ever got to go on tour, id put on a show. They had an opening act comedian, so I guess I was expecting a show. I guess it was just to see your favorite podcaster read from their ipad live. Hey, if you guys want to buy tickets from me doing tha t- let me now! Oh if anyone likes Wicked Gay and likes them , tell them id love to be on a network, and lie and say my average episode download is 1000 which it certainly isnt but fake it til you make it baby. Anyway, thats Morbid, and live podcast tapings and i think i might be too old or out fo it to get in on the zeitgeist as to what to do or harness social media or shit to make this happen but who knows, and anyway, speaking of morbid

Tonight, I have a FASCINATING story for you, its about this gay Satan-worshipping couple who left city life behund and built a satanic kinky sex palacve in the woods, and lived a hedonsitic idyllic kinky satanic life in the satanic sex palace, but unfortuntrley their satanic sex palace had some visitors whoi werent very nice and brutally murdered them (and another guy but that was later). Now, couple of things, the popular conception of Satan worship is like people in cloaks sacrificing German shephards, or like urban legends about fancicukl evikl things haoebiubg at oreschoikls, When in fact, the Church of Satan is pretty much lkike every other church, just a little less rigid about falling into lockstep with what you deity wants, and more like hey do what you want, which, im not religious and i wouldnt subscribe to this one even if i was cuz theres a stigma you cant really shake when you say your worship Satan, but it sounds like it's a lot less pressure than christianity doesnt it? Im just saying., My mom ius listening to this and going oh jesus is he worshiping the devil now> At 51? What im getting is that I wont be blaming the victim here because as far as i can tell they weren't hurting anyone without their consent first, were just out there in their satanic sex palace minding their business and real evil showed up.

This is Episode 58, Satan and a Shotgun: Corpsewood Manor

My sources for this episode are Mother Earth News, Atlanta Magazine, Oxford American, All That;s Interesting and yes The Church of Satan, no really, there’s a website.

For more than a decade, Dr. Charles Scudder, who had a PHD in pharmacology, taught the same at Loyola University. He was kind of the campus rebel.. He dyed his hair purple, kept a pet monkey, and penned a semi-regular column in a naturalist magazine called Mother Earth News .But he was burnt out. The students didn’t seem to care, and he found his colleagues to be full of contempt for each other and way too into office politics. He needed a break. Scudder had three grown kids after two failed marriages, and he lived in a quickly dilapidating mansion in a bad neighborhood on the west side of Chicago, with Joe Odom, a man who was 12 years his junior, and had a fifth grade education compared to Scudder’s PHD. He served as a houseboy and cook for the professor and eventually they fell deeply in love. Scudder would write about Joe, in one instance saying “He’d learned far more about the world than I had with all my degrees, and, somewhere along the line, he’d developed a talent for whipping up meals fit for a king.” Good enough for me.

So on his 50th birthday, Scudder officially retired from teaching, and peace outed from Chicago. He had recently purchased several acres of land back way in the boonies in North Georgia, in the foothillsof the appachlachians in the Chattahoochee National Forest as a mater of fact. He sold a bunch of possession and furniture and hit the road with his houseguy.

Whats interesting is that Scudder wrote about the adventure he and his dude embraked on for something called Mother Earth News. Its available to read online, it was published on paper no less, there used to be print media kids, they had big newsstands and everything. Its an essay called A Castle in the Country, Here’s a little excerpt about the beginning of their next chapter:

What an exhilarating, unsettling, and strange rebirth it was! Joe, the dogs, and I left the city during an icy blizzard. We lost our way several times in the course of the trip, couldn’t find the property when we did reach the area, and spent the night parked and lost. And after we had finally located our new homesite, the storm grew worse. Dead Horse Road (our winding, logging-trail driveway) disappeared completely. For the next few days we were alone and stranded in the wilderness, and had to begin our new life by melting snow for our water supply.

And they then got a concrete mixer, chain saw, a two-wheeled dolly, a small concrete mixer, a garden cultivator, a kerosene refrigerator and a woodstove, and went to work. THese gentleman built their house. By hand. With no electricity. They had a well dug for fresh water. They built an outhouse, and used 45,000 bricks to buld this place. And it wasnt just a square with a door, it was two floors with a turret and stained glass windows scudder made himseklf., they built a deck with a bazeboi overliing a rose and vegetable garden, they grew and foraged for most of their food. And they lived with no electricity or phone. He would later tell a newspaper, cuz these two would become pretty newsworthy considering their lifestyle, that COrpsewood Manor was built using medeival building techniques he had researched and that there wasnt a square corner in the whole place. They went venture several miles into the nearest town for the necessities in a black jeep with a pentagram emblazoned on the side, ill get to that in a second. They become knowna as those two spooky gay guyys who live out in thre woods,. And mostly they gardened, made homemade wine and tea, communed with nature, raised their two big English mastiff dogs, one of who was named Beezlebub, which is traditionally the name of a demoin known as the lord of flies, huh ill get to it. and hcudder played a giant gold harp and painted interesting things, he was a PHD who was a harpist and painter in his spare time. Oh and he woukld sometimes recite poetry while he played his harp. A sample of thay was the creepy recording uou heard in the baginnginf the episode. Oh, and they worshipped Satan and had a lot of kinky sex.

And they called his manse Corpsewood Manor, because there were a lot of mysteriuously dead and dying trees in their part of the oods, and they liked spooky stuff and were into the occult somewhat. They even put a pink gargoyle over their door. So clearly they were fun.

And So yes, Scudder was a Satanist. Now yes my mind automatically jumps to black robes out in the woods sacrificing dogs, or horrifying dark sided things happening at pre schools in the 80s that would turn out to be a witchhunt type thing that ruined a lot of innocent people’s lives and why I would never work with kids ever in my lifetime cuz you look at someone wrong. Watch a little movie called The Hunt with Mads Mikkelson some time. Jesus Christ.

But, in truth, horror movies and creepy stories aside, if you dont jump to conclusions about shit like some hyped up ignorant churchie in the midwest or my husband when he heard I was writing about a Satanist this episode, he made a face, people really do jump to conclusions, so anyway i read up on this.

Satanism generally falls into two main types: theistic and atheistic. Theistic Satanists believe in and may worship Satan as a deity or supernatural being, often seeing him as a symbol of freedom, rebellion, or enlightenment rather than pure evil. Atheistic Satanists, like those in the Church of Satan which founded by Anton LaVey in 1966, don’t believe in any literal Satan at all. Instead, they use Satan as a metaphor for individualism, critical thinking, and resistance to arbitrary authority. Both forms reject traditional Christian morality but differ in whether they view Satan as a real entity or an empowering symbol.

I read some of that - individualism, critical thinking and resistance to arbitrary authority, and i was like am I a Satanist> I mean - a lot of that sounds good to me? Its just the trappings turn people off.

So Scudder and Anton LaVey, who became a thing in the 60s for his Church of Satan schtick, did you know Sammy David Jr. was briefly a member, and you’ll often see him in footage when they want to show off Satanism through the years, sometimes in a goofy horned robe, so Dr. Scudder and Anton LaVey were pen pals. Although he told his friends in Georgia that he hadn't joined the organization due to the membership fee, a search of Church of Satan archival material has revealed that Dr. Scudder did indeed formalize his affiliation, mailing his membership form and a check for $50 to San Francisco on June 16th, 1980. A cancelled check for a subscription to the Church of Satan's newsletter,The Cloven Hoof, was found on his desk after his death. According to his friends, whenever the subject of church or religion came up, Dr. Charles Scudder would say, "I'm a Satanist."

And one of the stained glasses window in Corpsewood Manor depicted Baphomet, Baphomet, often depicted as a goat-headed, winged figure with both male and female features, is a symbol often associated with Satanism, though its origins predate it. The image we know today comes from the 19th-century French occultist Éliphas Lévi, who created it to represent the balance of opposites—light and dark, male and female, spiritual and material.

In modern Satanism, especially within the Church of Satan, Baphomet is used as a symbol of free thought, duality, and the unity of all things rather than as a literal being. The Sigil of Baphomet—a goat’s head inside an inverted pentagram—is the Church of Satan’s official emblem. It represents the rejection of arbitrary authority and traditional religious dogma, and the embrace of individualism, reason, and self-empowerment.

And Scudder made that that sigl into a stained glass window. Arty. There isnt a lot of detail as to whether or not Joe Odom was into the devil, too. Mostly it sounds like he liked cooking on the woodstove with fresh herbs. He was big into cooking.

And as for the sex stuff.

In additon to Coprswood Manor and its outhouse, built a three-story wooden structure to house their chickens and store food. On the third floor of the Chicken House, though—accessible only by a ladder leading up to a narrow wooden opening—was a single room, painted pink. The room was sparsely furnished with gas lamps, a few old mattresses, and a considerable collection of pornography, as well as some sexy tools and devices. Dubbed the Pink Room, it served as what Atlanta magazine referred to as a pleasure chamber, and many nights at Corpsewood Manor would end up there. And not just with the doctor and houseguy Joe. Despite having plunked a sign that said Beware of Thing at the top of the dirt road that served as their driveway, and the satan jeep, and rumors that Dr, Scudder had summoned a demon to guard their home. some of the initially sceptical and fearful townsfolk of trion had taken a likling to these two individualists.

And they were gay, and pro tip - many a gay loves to throw a dinner party so they began to entertain the occasional friend they made in town.

Guests were invited to stay, eat, and share in Scudder’s homemade wine. Corpsewood Manor became kind of a social destination. Odom, an exceptional chef who loved to cook, prepared meals while Scudder served as host, often playing his golden harp for guests. One Trion local described a candlelit dinner party at Corpsewood Manor that featured a five-course meal complete with wine served in silver goblets. “It was a fantasy,” she told the local paper.

And many guests were invited to hang out in the pink room. And some did, which is so itneresitng to me for late 70s early 80s deep south. Pink orgy room in satan manor? Jesus would never! Participants reported that encounters were consensual, free of judgment, and often fueled by heavy pours of that homemade wine. There are also reports that there was a ledger in the pink room, a journal if you will, available for guests to record their experiences and sexual preferences, which i guess people did which…why? See Im convinced technology has advanced so quickly and hugely because of sex, People want to recoed themselves doiung stuff or to show it off to attract other people..we’re all just horny fools.

And that was life at Corpsewood Manor. It doesnt sound half bad except for the lack of electricity and outhouse thing.

And as often happens, especially when it comes to people living outside the norm in times past, it all went to shit for Dr. Scudder and Joe Odom.

It all started in 1982 when a 17-year-old Avery Brock wandered onto the Corpsewood property. Brock was an avid hunter from a nearby county. And he had reportedly lived a rough life. Brock’s father had kicked him out of his home at a young age. Brock met Scudder and Odom, and they reportedly became friends. Scudder happily granted him permission to hunt on the land. And Brock was said to have joined them in the Pink Room. Yes, he was 17 but in Georgia in 1982? The age of consent was 14. FOURTEEN. My oldest nephew turned 14 this summer. That child is in no way there for that with an adult. That;s appalling. And it didnt get bumped up toi 16 until 1995. The hell. People wonder about cousin sexin hillbilly stereotypes and im going to point to that mess.

Cuz Dr, Scudder was 56 at the time of his death. So no. But it was a different time> I dont know, im going to move on,. So Brock is hanging out at Corpsewood Manor now and then, and certain fates were sealed when he told his friend and roommate, an older man in his 30s named Tony West., Brock and Tony lived in a trailer together in Trion. Now, Tony West was a rough character, He had done a couole of stints in prison and in psychiatric wards for violent behavior.

And despite the hospitality he had received at Corpsewood Manor (define hospitality however you want), Brock and Tony West started thinking that Dr, Scudder and Joe Odom had money, how else did they afford the land, and to build that big interesting house, and the chickens, and the big gold harp. They became convinced that Scudder and Odom had cash up there in Corpsewood Manor. And they wanted it. There’s intimations that Tony West and maybe Brock Avery had a drug issue, which could have been the impetus for the tragedy that fllowed,.

So, on December 12 1982, Brock and Tony invited some teenager friends of theirs, a girl and a boy, with them to visit Corpsewood Manor and Dr. Scudder and Joe Odom. The plan was to rob the lords of Corpswood Manor, but the two teens werent aware of this. So they began the long drive through the woods, up Mountain View Road to Dead Horse Road to the desolate part of the forest with all the dead trees where Corpseood Manor was locared. Brock and Tony hadn;t the slightest fear of any supposed demons Dr. Satanist supposedly summoned to guard them.

Scudder and Odom made them a nice dinner. Their visitors had brought along something they called toot a loo, which was homemade concoction of alcohol, paint thinner, and glue that could be huffed for a cheap high. Jesus. So there was lot of toot a looing going on, And then after dinner everyone went out and adjourned up the ladder to the Pink Room. Joe Odom stayed behind in the kitchen to clean uo after dunner

After a couple of minutes, Brock Avery went back down to the car using the pretense of fetching more toot a loo. Instead he got a rifle out of the trunk and came back to the pink room

Im guessing everyone was pretty drunk or high by this point, becade Dr, Scudder saw the rifle and went BANG BANG in a joking manner laughng, He stopped laughing when Brock went for a knife he had hin his belt grabbed Dr Charles Scudder by the hair, held the knife to his neck and demanded to know ehre the money was. Satanists must be levelheaded or he was so high on homemade wine and toot a loo that the danger he was in didnt register because the doc reportedly remained very calm and gently told Brock that their money, which there wasnt a huge amount of because they had mostly spent his inheritance and any severance from the univiety on buying the land and building corpsewood manor. that thei money was in a local bank back in town.,

Brock was pissed off at this. Reports differ but apparently Brock and Tony bound and gagged Scudder, and Brock decided to go into the house and make Joe Odom tell him where the money was, What happened in the house isnt known exactly but what is known is that Brock straight up exucuted Joe Odom AND the two dogs with the shotgun,. Tony took this as his cue to move everyone into the house, which he did, Scudder helpless and the two teenagers absolutely terrified cuz they had no inkling this was going to happen so they were pretty much hostages at this point, too.

When Scudder saw the love of his life and his dogs dead, he ran over to see what he could do, and Brock shot and killed him. There are several macabre details to this part. One of them is that one of the teens supposedly heard him say I Did This through his gag while crouched over his partner’s corpse, which could mean a lot of things, another is that someow the recording you heard the beginning of the episode, Scudder reciting creepy William Blake poetry while playing the harp, somehow that was playing while Dr. Scudder was being murdered. And the creepiest part is that Scudder’s bound and gagged body reportedly had five gunshot wounds when it was found, and was supposedly found lying beside one of his own paintings, a painting supposedly of him bound and gagged, and dead with five gunshot wounds. That part seems a little far fetched to me but Happy Halloween.

So now that the lords of Corpsewood Manor, now a sadly apt name for the place, now that they were out of the way, Brock and Tony tossed the place and discovered Dr. Scudder hadnt been lying. They didnt have shit. Enraged, the two murderers took some items that were of little value just to feel liek they had forgotten SOMETHING out of ending two lives I guess, and went to leave in Scudder;s Jeep. Oh, and they did try to take the harp with them but it was too big to fit in the Jeep or the car so they left it.

They all drove back to the trailer, and shockingly, they let the two teens go, after telling them at gunpoint not to say a word or they’d be dead. Brock and Tony then went on the run in Dr. Scudder’s Jeep, and their murderous stupidity didnt end at Corpsewood manor.

They planned to flee to Mexico. They pulled into a a dimly lit rest stop outside Vicksburg, Mississippi, where they decided to swap Scudder’s Jeep for another ride. ipt. They noticed 26 year old Georgia Tech graduate and Navy Liuetnant Kirby Key Phelps sleeping behind the wheel of a Toyota. They forced Phelps out of his car and led him into a grove of trees. When Phelps allegedly tried to escape, Tony West shot and killed him.

Meanwhile Back in Georgia, four days passed before A friend of the doomed owners of Corpsewood Manor stopped by for a visit, and, after discovering their bodies hauled ass into into town to notify the police. Deputies from the Chattooga County Sheriff’s Office were at Corpsewood within the hour. Entering the house, they found blood-stained walls, overturned furniture, and bullet casings. the Georgia Bureau of Investigation and the state crime lab. Those who searched the house that day described a kinda out there crime scene satanic statues and paintings, whips, chains, a woman’s wig (who doesnt have a wig lying around), pornography, vials of LSD, and human skulls. (Newspapers later reported that Scudder had swiped the skulls and LSD from his lab at Loyola, so Scudder and Odom had nothing to do with those skulls being skulls and the LSD was old and for research purposes, taken a s souvenir really.)

And you can imagine the reporting on this crime. And can you think of a better situation for victim blaming? The Atlanta Constitution reported the story on December 18 with the headline “Slain ‘devil-worshipers’ were ex-college teacher, companion.” The article quoted oneof the cops as saying, “It is a very bizarre murder . . . The gentlemen that lived in the house were devil-worshipers. We are a very small town, and we had known about that. That’s just freedom of religion.” The Atlanta Constitution seized on that detail in its reporting the next day when it referenced “the bizarre killing of two reclusive devil worshipers” and their “homosexual activity,” while noting the discovery of “unusual sexual devices.” Corpsewood Manor made the national news. Newspapers in Sacramento, Tucson, Billings, and Chicago ran with the story and pics of the satanic sex palace in the woods, only slightly less sinister than a witch’s house constructed from candy.

Brock and Tony made it as far as Texas, and then they had fight and split up. Brock started hitchhiking back home. One of the teen witnesses spoke to the cops, who immediately issued arrest warrants for Brock and West. Brock made it to Marietta GA, where he called his mother, who told him about the warrant. Brock, tired of being on the run, hung up and walked to a gas station where he told the attendant about what he’d done. Moments later, police police took him into custody.

As for Tony West, he also headed back home and on Christmas Eve, passing through Chattanooga, he ran out of gas. He too, had enough of life on the run, and Penniless and exhausted, he walked through the rain to a highway lounge, where he found a police officer and confessed to his crimes.

After Brock and Tony were picked up, the Atlanta Constitution ran another big story on the murders, and got even more salacious and sensational about the murders, writing that “Scudder and Odum [sic] were described by authorities as ‘homosexual devil-worshipers’ who lived in a dank, castle-like home cluttered with skulls, pornographic materials, an extensive occult library and statues of Satan, serpents, lizards, and frogs.” I mean, it sounds like this was mostly accurately but still that doesnt mean they should have been gunned down like animals, and speaking of animals, Buzzlebvub and the other English mastiff were gunned down too, and what did they do to anybody> Nothing!

By February 1983, the court cases were underway. Brock admitted to killing Joe Odom and was sentenced to three consecutive life terms. West was charged with murdering Scudder but pleaded innocent. According to transcripts, West claimed the murders were an act of “revenge for the embarrassment suffered by Brock when he had allowed Dr. Scudder to perform oral sex on him during an earlier visit.”

“At trial, however, Tony [West] contended the crimes were the product of hallucinations resulting from Dr. Scudder having spiked their wine with LSD.” (Btw - Forensic analysis of the wine bottles revealed no traces of LSD.) Tony West’s attorneys also claimed Scudder had bewitched their client, who had seen Scudder’s golden harp pulsing with an evil glow. Im guessing that had more to do with the amount of toot a look these fools were huffing as opposed to witchcraft and devilry.

And as expected, throughout the trial, Tony West’s attorneys dog whistled that their client would never have given Dr. Scudder multiple fatal gunshot wounds if he hadnt been a dirty queer trying to lure them to the dark side. .

The jury, to their credit, wasnt having this. After several days of testimony, they returned a verdict of guilt on all counts, and West was sentenced to death. Harsh! And im guessing kinda unusual for a case win which the victim was a gay devil-worshipper, right? The following year, Tony West appealed and pleaded guilty in exchange for life in prison.

Was robbery the only motive? Chattooga County Sheriff Gary McConnell thinks that robbery was “probably 50 percent of the motive.” and “the was because of devil-worshiping and homosexuality.” In his confession, Tony West’s said that “All I can say is they were devils and I killed them. That’s how I feel about it.” Look, you were someone’s plus one and no one forced your toot a loo looting ass into the pink room, girl.

Both Brock Avery and Tony West are serving life in prison.

Today, Corpsewood Manor is privately owned. People into chills and thrills still make pilgrimages to where Corpsewood Manor stood. I say stood because, months after the murders, arsonists torched both Corpsewood Manor and the Chicken House. Over the years, souvenir hunters stole the famed the pink gargoyle and any remaining signs of deviltry, including the Baphomet stained glass window. One of the few things left standing, at least as reported in 2022, is Dr. Scudder’s gazebo, described as completely covered in tendrils of ivy.

Its tragic because Dr. Scudder and Joe just wanted to live their authentic lives in a home of their own making without owing society anything or having any regrets. As he put it in that essay:

“My message is that we older people are really free—even more so than are young folks—and, because of our experiences, perhaps at least a little more wise. If we want a different, fuller, more exciting life than we’re leading—one closer to this beautiful earth—we can have it. Our only chains are those in our minds! Just promise me that you’ll think about it seriously for a while . . . after all, wouldn’t you like to live in your own kind of ‘castle in the country’?”

Yeah, and Id have a pink gargoyle, too just less sex with teenagers and no thank you to the toot a loo.

And thats the Corpsewood Manor story, Thank you for joining me for this spooky tale of Wicked Gay macabre. And thank you for lisenting and coming back to listen whenever I put one of these bad boys up. its much appreciated. And remember if youre into Wicked Gay and want to hear more, there’s a Patereom just waiting for you at pateron.com./wickedgay. Good night and remember you dont have to be a virgin to escape a slasher movie, just make good choices and always uses the buddy system. NITE.