The relentless evil (Jeffbarcode)
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Last published Wed, May 24, 2023
A Horror Jeffbarcode au
Tinnasit Barcode Isarapongporn, yeah that is my name. I am a 28-year old man who is also the anonymous host of the most popular paranormal horror podcast in Thailand, "The Relentless evil".
I met the love of my life, Jeff Satur, 9 years ago, on a cold December night at the only local tarot shop in Nonthaburi city. That day, we decided to take our tarot reading together.
"Hi, I'm Worakmon"
"I'm Tinnasit"
"I'll go by Jeff for short..."
"Huh? Okay.."
One year into our marriage, my husband was hired by one of the biggest International film studios to work for their Thailand branch as a 3D animator. Jeff never kept his identity hidden. He's utterly honest with his fans, and the audience remains very loyal to his work because he's able to bring horror to life through his animations very skillfully.
We both posted our content on Friday night. Viewers on both of our platforms were quite surprised to see the similarities in our content. For a while, my anonymous identity and Jeff's name were hot topics for the Thai dating scandals, especially our fans, as they believed that we must be secretly married to each other. But none of us really address it.
With all the dots the audience had connected, their quick witteness wasn't enough for them to realize the tales we created on our platforms were based on incidents we actually experienced while living in our own haunted home. which was a nest for a family curse by the greate evil in 1860.
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