When my brother-in-law was a teen, he had warts all over his hands. My mother-in-law heard about a local man who was suppose to be a wart talker. The wart talker picked my brother-in-law up and took him for an afternoon drive. He talked to my brother-in-law, and briefly examined his hands. The wart disappeared shortly thereafter. When my children became teens, they also had warts on their hands, I asked my brother-in-law what the man had done, but he really didn't know. By that point in time the wart talker was dead and I had to take my teens to a doctor to have painful removals done. My brother-in-law doesn't like talking about it, because he feels it makes him sound rediculous, even though it really happened.