Forgotten Footage, Hidden Secrets

My name’s Sam Johnson, and I live in a small town called Randle, Washington.

It’s a quiet place tucked between the Cowlitz River and the Gifford Pinchot National Forest.

You probably wouldn’t even notice it driving down Highway 12 — it’s one of those towns that’s more

trees than people. I moved there last spring, hoping to get away from the city noise

and slow down a bit. A few weeks after I settled in, I bought a used

car at an auction house in Chehalis. It was nothing fancy — an old silver sedan,

clean interior, low mileage. The guy at the counter said it was an abandoned vehicle the bank

had repossessed. I didn’t think much of it. When I got home, I noticed it still