Third Owner: Rebecca Howsen

Shortly after Gillus was killed, it became apparent that the warehouse had to close. It was no longer profitable to keep it open, and the rumors were beginning to hurt business elsewhere. In one final attempt to make the company solvent, a large warehouse and tent sale was held to try and clear the warehouse's merchandise. All of the long-forgotten boxes were opened and their contents laid out for sale.

The sale was quite successful and almost fully covered the cost of closing down operations and redistributing the labor to other facilities. The locals turned out in droves to pick through the merchandise. Many, including one non-local, showed up due to the warehouse's reputation. Rebecca Howsen, an up-and-coming tech blogger, came from out of state, thinking she could get a good story out of the trip and subsequent purchase if something caught her eye.

Rebecca found her prize on the vintage electronics table, which appeared to be an old AM//FM radio. The radio. She bought it for a pittance. "They didn't know how valuable it was", Rebecca later wrote, "They had no idea what it was."

Rebecca wrote a few blog posts about the trip and the radio. Nothing remarkable can be found in them. Like the radio's other victims, she is unaware of its more aberrant qualities. Some months later, her blogs begin to shift. What was once a professional tech blog began to shift towards a forum for personal grievances. This shift also coincided with Rebbecca picking up the habit of nail-biting. Her friends and family reported that they had not witnessed this behavior in her before.

This new direction came to a head when Rebecca openly accused her boyfriend of cheating on her. She identified him by name and even put his phone number in the post. Rebecca said that she could hear them talking on the phone. She even said she could hear them "fucking each other's brains out", as she put it. She said she had never caught him red-handed but she could hear it and no amount of lying would change that she knew, "she knew and [she]... needed him to admit it!"

In further posts, it became clear that Rebecca's boyfriend left her. She never received the confession she sought and spent the next couple of months ranting about it on her blog. Then, suddenly, her blog went quiet. Her final post was a long rant about needing to show the world she wasn't crazy.

The rest of the story comes from an all-too-common source: police reports. Rebecca tracked down her ex who was now living in a bachelor's apartment by himself, and staked him out. When the police searched her car, they found blankets, junk food, bottles of [omitted], and the radio, plugged into the cigarette lighter using an adaptor. She had been watching him from her car.

Rebecca watched him leave for work and come home again. Saw him leaving and entering with another woman. Heard him talk about her.

"How much better his new lover was. How much prettier. Smarter. How he was going to propose to her. He was going to introduce her to his parents. He told her how much he loved her."

One evening, as Rebecca watched her ex and his new girlfriend enter the apartment, she finally snapped. She followed him in and waited outside the door to his apartment, knife in hand. She tried to listen at the door but couldn't hear them. She knocked furiously at the door. When her ex opened it, she threatened him, told him to step back, the knife pointed at his gut. Even through the fear, he said the thing that stood out most was Rebecca's fingers. Her nails were ripped and torn out. Many were chewed down so close to the quick that there was little left but browning semicircles of dried blood and pus. Some were actively bleeding as if she nervously bit them off in the car.

After entering, Rebecca told the other woman to come out. That she knew she was in there. No one stepped out. She told her ex "not to fuck with her. She'd kill them both if she didn't come out." He explained no one was there and gestured around. The apartment only had two rooms and she was in neither. The dingy apartment didn't even have windows.

Clarity hit Rebecca in that moment and shame next. She began to cry and tried to pull the knife across her throat. Her ex stepped in but she managed to cut through her windpipe and nearly sever the carotid artery. He wrestled the knife away and called an ambulance. He held a towel against her throat until they arrived which is what ended up saving her life. Physically it only took 6 months for Rebecca's wounds to heal, but she never fully recovered mentally. She remains in psychiatric care. To this day they have to keep her fingers wrapped in bandages so she doesn't chew at them. As for the radio, it went into evidence. Then it went into storage, and then when the storage locker payments dried up it came into the hands of science.