Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast - 3x13: Timmy Kinner - Let's Not Meet (Feat. Kurtis Conner)
Episode Date: February 3, 2020Stories in this episode: Timmy Kinner should be Dead - SmirkyShrugs. Followed late at night in the desert - lionessthedruid. Tinder nightmare - flowerstastebad. Guy Watches My Housemate Throug...h Her Window Then Tries Break In - vonkita. Don't forget to check out Kurtis Conner's podcast Very Really Good at https://veryreallygood.podbean.com/ or wherever you listen to podcasts! Follow Let's Not Meet: Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/groups/433173970399259/ Twitter - https://twitter.com/letsnotmeetcast Website - http://letsnotmeetpodcast.com Patreon - http://patreon.com/letsnotmeetpodcast Merch - https://www.teepublic.com/user/letsnotmeet
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My name is Andrew Tate in the Seseason 3 episode 13 of Let's Not Meet a True Horror Podcast. horror podcast.
My guest this week is Curtis Conner of the very, really good podcast.
Enjoy. Some time around the beginning of July, I got off the bus in Boise, Idaho.
When you get off the bus in downtown Boise, you're already very near multiple shelters,
the skate park, a mile-long bike trail, the library, the zoo, and also the river in the
woods. It's a really beautiful area, in spite of the overabundance of undesirable characters.
The first night I was there, I went from the bus station to the skate park to a place
called Piss Alley.
At some point, a middle-aged lady pulled up and just randomly started talking to me for
no reason. She wasn't a junkie.
She had a job, yet she stood there and piss Ali and talked to us for an hour about religion
and conspiracy. I was high as fuck for the first time in about ten months. There was a lot
about her that made me think that she was some kind of undercover, but I ultimately decided that she was just a little bit crazy.
She had a job and a car and was capable of carrying on an intelligent conversation.
We really hit it off, even though we had just met.
She asked me if I would like to go camping with her and one of her girlfriends the next
day.
She definitely seemed more appealing than the street thug that I was talking to, so
I agreed to go with them. They were going to be leaving in the afternoon, and so she said
that I could come with her now, or she could get me later, after she picked up her friend
from work. She took me out to eat, and we hung out at the skate park until her friend
got off of work. They made sure that we had a tent and a sleeping bag just from me, and we headed off to their favorite place to camp. Long story
short, we went out there, we did camping things, we had fun, and we came back. I didn't
get chopped up in the little pieces. It was about 11 p.m. when she dropped me off back
at piss alley. As I was getting out, this tweaker with long
dreads approached her car. He was talking really fast. He said, I'm not on drugs. I don't have any drugs.
I got a couple of bucks and I got a couple of friends and we need a ride. We need to ride across town.
We just need to ride real quick. I had barely shut the door by the time that he finished his pitch.
My lady friend looked like she was going to give him a ride, but she told him that she
couldn't.
He didn't hesitate to reiterate that he only had a couple of bucks and he just needed
a ride real quick.
She was beating around the bush explaining that her car was too full of camping gear.
She couldn't even fit them in the car.
One of his friends was a girl who looked to be about fifteen, and he was definitely on
drugs.
I could tell because I was so as I.
He was starting to reword his pitch for a third time when I interrupted.
Being sure that I had his eye, I bluntly told him, hey, no, she can't give you a ride.
Then waved her on, and she pulled away from the curve, leaving him and I to look in each I bluntly told him, hey, no, she can't give you a ride.
Then waved her on, and she pulled away from the curve, leaving him and I to look in each
other's eyes.
I could tell he was pissed.
I knew that in his mind, I had disrespected him.
Right away he fired off.
Who the hell are you?
Is that your old lady?
Are you from around here?
Do you know who I am?
I'm T.K. Motherfucker.
Everybody around here knows me.
You must be brand new around here.
You ask some people and they'll tell you, I run shit around here.
He went on to talk about how nobody fucks with him and how he's got everything.
He was talking about how he has shooters all over town
and he can make a call and get somebody to show up and kill for him. I'm pretty used to people
saying stupid shit like that and I didn't act scared or even impressed. But I didn't scoff
or mock either. I bought $20 worth of dope from him, thinking it might calm him down. He pulled out a big bag of dope, and he gave me a tiny little piece of it
and the palm of my hand. We stared each other down, and I asked him if he was serious. He
yelled at me that what he gave me was all that I would need. He was offended that I didn't
trust him. The crowd gathered, all of them
staring at me, with the look on their face, that I knew meant that they were waiting for
me to make a wrong move. They all had his back. I put my hand on my knife, but ultimately
backed down. I popped the shard into my mouth like a pill and swallowed it. This was going very badly.
I was seething. I could glare, but I knew if I was expressing my anger with any major outburst,
it would probably result in me getting stomped. TK and his main few friends walked away, and they stood there, talking
in a small circle. After a few minutes, the 15-year-old girl came over to me, and she started
flirting with me. I completely ignored her. This was obviously a trap. If he could make
it look like I was disrespecting him further, by so much as talking to his girl or sister or whatever,
in front of all of these people, he would gain more of their support.
There were about 20 people in the alley at this point.
I was starting to feel slightly paranoid that Shard was starting to kick in.
If I was rude to this girl, that could be just as bad.
So I answered a couple of her small talk
questions with simple nods. She abruptly quit trying to be cute and walked back over
to where TK and his friends were. He was on the phone.
Next a very big guy who might have been about 40. And another who might have been about
20 came up to me and started talking to me.
The young kid didn't say anything at all the whole time.
He just stood there with the glazed overlooking his eyes, like he was ready to kill me.
The older guy was very tall and very fat with a red goatee.
He talked to me about very mundane things and went back and forth from being very nice
to giving me the same stare that the young guy was giving me.
I could tell that he was trying to see if I was scared, and he was trying to see if I
was an undercover cop as well.
He was testing me in all kinds of ways, talking about crimes he had committed in the past
and looking at me, in a very intimidating
hateful way, one second, then talking neutrally about the corner store in a cheerful manner
the next second. The two of them talked to me, one on each side of me, with my back against
the wall. They were closer to me than they should have been. Everyone else in the alley seemed
to be oblivious to us,
but there were guys leaning against the wall at either end of the alley, just staring at us.
I had three bags, one of which contained my laptop. I had cash on me and I was wearing a nice leather
jacket. I kept my hand on my knife the entire time. I was trying to be respectful but not look so scared.
I was starting to suspect that the shard that I had swallowed was actually a bath salt.
Because on the inside I was tripping fucking balls.
TK walked over and set his bag next to my bag and started going through it, like he was
looking for something.
I was trying to maintain eye contact with the big guy, but now I had to watch and make
sure that he wasn't going through my bag as well.
I knew something was going to happen, and as soon as it did, I planned on flipping open
my knife and sticking him swiftly and repeatedly.
If I could, I would try to keep TK between me and the big guy
while I stabbed him. I'm good with a knife, and I can take hits, but if I had to fight
right now, three on one would only be the first stage and there would be three or five
more rushing me right after. The only thing that saved me is that I casually hinted that I needed
to go get some money from a lady who owed me. Without saying it directly, I led them
to believe that I did not have any money on me, but would come back with some and buy
more dope from them. Needless to say, I didn't plan on coming back.
The rest of that night was very long, due to the effects of what I still believe was
bath salts.
I ran through the woods, I kept thinking that I was being followed.
I hid my bags in different places in the woods so that I could run without them if I had
to.
I was pretty scared, and I'm pretty sure I narrowly escaped with my life. I was high, high as
fuck. I came across a guy on the nature trail. He had a cloth bag in his hand, and when I
asked him what it was, he said it was just something that he found on the trail, and he
threw it in the bushes. He was a little tweaked out, like me. He seemed to sympathize as
I told him the whole story of what happened to me.
He was going to take me somewhere safe, a camp where I could lay low.
I was unfamiliar with the area, so we were talking and walking, and the next thing I realized
were headed right back to Piss Alley.
We were a block away.
I yelled at him and said,
what the fuck are you doing? I said I didn't want to come back here. He was saying that it was
cool. He knew those people that I was talking about, and he can make everything okay by just
telling them I was a good guy. I turned around and walked back into the woods. I went back to the area where he threw the bag. I found
the bag and opened it. It was a giant dildo. Still tripping balls, randomly stopping to hide,
stopping and listening to sounds for extended periods of time to try and figure out where they are.
Well, I come across another guy. He's about 20. In the end, he helped me keep safe.
He took me to an island where the river split around a piece of land underneath the bridge.
I fell asleep there and woke up in the middle of the night to a random couple putting a
blanket over me. I said thanks and went right back to sleep. After a couple of days of getting used to Boise, I found out that TK had made national
news.
The same night that I had my interaction with him, actually, the same night I stopped him
from getting in that Christian lady's car.
He had convinced a couple to let him sleep in their apartment.
I can imagine him telling them just like he told us, but I'm not on drugs, I don't have any drugs.
At some point, he started acting really weird, cracked out.
They had planned on having their three-year-old daughter's birthday party later that day, so they
told him to leave, and he left.
But then he came back. He stabbed nine people, six kids, and three adults.
One of those kids was the three-year-old whose birthday party it was.
The people that he was upset with weren't even at the party. But he stabbed those kids anyway.
He killed a three-year-old at a birthday party.
It's a fucking coward.
Over the next five months, I got more acquainted with Boise and its vagrant junky population.
The people that had his back that night, most of them, still missed him and acted like he never did anything wrong.
When I went looking for details on the case,
just now I found out that he will be getting the needle, but that a psychiatrist had almost got him off the hook.
He won't actually be tried by a jury until 2020.
That little girl is already dead.
He should have been dead six months ago, right after it happened.
Or before it happened.
I can't help but wonder if it was fate that put me in a position to have taken him out
of commission just hours before all of this happened.
Yeah, I'm out of save that lady from him getting in her car and doing who knows what.
But maybe I was supposed to stab him to death in that
confrontation, and it just never fully escalated. I knew he was dangerous, I knew he
was evil, but all I did was get myself out of danger and look what happened. In
the future, if I'm ever put in a situation like that, I honestly don't know that I won't consider taking action to be doing the world a favor.
What if I had failed fate? How am I supposed to sleep now?
This story happened slightly over 20 years ago back when I was 16. During this time I lived with my mom and stepdad and a remote area 70 miles west of Las Vegas,
Nevada.
I had gone out to visit with my friends being allowed to drive myself for the first time
ever.
I had a lovely time watching a movie and getting food together until it was time for me to head home. The curfew I was given was 10pm with the caveat that
if I was running late for any reason to find a pay phone and call. The night wrapped around
me and my old 71 Chevy pickup as there were no street lights or houses for most of my way home.
As I pulled up to the first of two stop signs I could see an older sedan stop with its hazards on.
I pulled up behind it and waited as a man in his late 30s early 40s started walking towards
me from the driver's side.
Even at this point I didn't have any alarm bells going off.
Being in the middle of the Mojave desert providing assistance to stranded people was common.
People rapidly get into severe problems there by not having enough water when a vehicle
breaks down or not realizing that it's a fucking desert and people die wandering delirious away from the highway trying to
find help.
Anyhow, I rolled down my window and as he came and breasted on my door, I could smell
the liquor on him.
I could see another man in the passenger seat.
As this was before anyone, I knew he had cell phones and the nearest pay phone was a good
10 minute drive ahead.
I didn't have a way to call the cops on a drunk driver immediately.
The man explained that his car stalled and asked if I could help them out.
I asked if his car was a stick shift, which it was.
So I asked if he was familiar with push starting it.
He said yes.
So I agreed to his gently as I could push their car with my truck while they turned the
engine over.
For anyone that isn't familiar, this is a way to start a manual car that is having battery or starter issues, specifically to get a somewhere to work on it. I knew
my truck would be fine, and I didn't feel like it would be wise to get out and try to push
their car physically. We push starting the car worked without a hitch, but here's where
things go south. They get back out and thank me, then invite me to hang out and have some
fun with them. I decline.
They pull off to the side of the road and I continue on my way.
Only they start following me.
So here I am, it's 9.50, I'm currently late because I stopped to help them.
Admittedly, I hadn't given myself much leeway from leaving my friends.
These drunk creepy older guys have started to follow me on a road without any man-made light
except the car headlights and I'm at least 10 minutes from a pay phone.
I think to myself maybe I'm being paranoid so I turned down a road that I know gave me
a couple turn off to either head back to town or loop around to the gas station with a pay
phone.
The car follows behind me.
I'm thinking shit shit shit.
So I take another turn that only leads to a couple houses at the end of the road and they turn behind me. I'm thinking shit shit shit. So I take another turn that only leads to a couple houses at the end of the road and they turn behind me. I take another turn to loop around
back to the gas station and they follow me again. So at least I know they are following me
and not just heading home. At this point my heart is pounding. I decided to try something
to lose them. I pulled to the side of the road. I see them pull up behind me. I wait as the driver
gets out of the car and begins walking towards me. His companion also gets out and starts
walking towards me. I wait until they almost get to my tailgate and then floor it. My wheels
dig into the rocks and poof dirt causing a cloud behind me. With the lead way, I head towards
a gas station. The gas station is deserted, but my payphone is showered in the light from the gas pumps.
I call home and explain what happened and why I was running late.
My stepdad asked if the gas station worker could be seen,
and I let him know I couldn't see him behind the counter, and he was probably in the back.
I wasn't in trouble, but I was asked to hurry home.
So, to the two drunk idiots that wanted to fuck 16-year-old me on my first night driving
by myself, let's not meet again.
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I just came out of a relationship and felt like a bit of casual dating would be fun, so
I went on to tender.
I made it clear to a few people that I actually matched with and spoke to that I didn't want
anything serious just to dinner date or a pub night here and there.
I matched with a really cute guy.
Let's call him Pete.
He had just moved to the city and wasn't looking for anything serious.
He just wanted to meet some people and see some local spots.
For the first night we met up at a topus bar.
I chose this place because I had a few friends that were waitresses and bar staff there, so
I felt safe, meaning a stranger here.
He was on time.
We had a nice chat, and he seemed like a really cool guy.
We spoke about work to which he responded
that he's a software developer
and that he just started his freelancing career.
We spoke about where he stays now, that he's moved up here.
And he says that he's sharing a place with some friends. Rint is quite
pricey in this city, so that made sense. He asked where I lived, and I told him that I was
lucky enough to have my own one bedroom apartment, and quite a nice and popular part of town.
Mostly thanks to my parents that helped me save and gave me a portion of the deposit money
for my 21st birthday, which I invested and grew until
I had enough to put down a decent deposit. He then offered to drop me off at home, but
I said no, I'd prefer to Uber myself. He asked if this was because I'm going to meet
someone else after him, and I laughed because I genuinely thought it was a joke.
The next time I saw Pete was about three days later. He knew it was fast,
but he actually couldn't stop thinking about me, and he wanted to see me again. This time,
we met at a different restaurant, also one that I chose because I went to school with
the owner and I knew all of the staff pretty well. The place is a bit more pricey, and
he got really annoyed with me for ordering
as much as I did. I couldn't understand why, since I insisted on paying for my own stuff
and both times that we met. That night, same story. Let me drop you off at home. Please.
Again, I said no. While we're in the middle of this conversation, he gets a call. He stepped away, but I could still hear a fair amount.
He said,
No, I think I'm going to stay with you again.
Yeah, I'm with her.
Don't worry about it, okay?
I'll be home soon.
So now, I think he's chatting with his roommate, or maybe his mom, but I don't ask.
He comes back to our table. Please I insist bad things happen to women that uber this late by themselves, I'd feel
a lot better if I dropped you off.
Not having the energy to argue, I tell him fine, then I put my address into his GPS.
As soon as he got home, he messaged me, and he tells me he'll be picking me up in the morning to go for a picnic.
I reply that I actually have cleaning to do, but again, he insists that he'll see me attend.
Come 10 a.m. that next morning.
You better believe he's right outside my apartment. I get into his car, and as he leans over to kiss my cheek,
I notice that his breath stinks.
Obviously, I'm a little grossed out.
We have our picnic, and it's actually quite nice.
He tried to kiss me a few times, but I avoided it with everything in me.
By about 4 p.m., I tell him that I really want to go home.
And the park we went to is about an hour and a half drive from my apartment.
So I couldn't really uber back because it would cost me a fortune. He agrees it's time to go.
So we get into his car and we're off. I fell asleep in the car on the drive back. And when I woke up,
he asked if we should finish the rest of the bubbly that we got for the mimosas at my apartment.
rest of the bubbly that we got for the mimosas at my apartment. I said to him, I don't want to. And he snaps. He raised his voice and said something along the lines of, what are
you hiding from me? Just be honest, why are you so desperate to keep me out of your apartment?
I was confused. I actually just kept quiet. He dropped me off, but I could see his car across from
my apartment for about half an hour before he actually left. About five minutes after he left,
he let me know that he's home safe and he thinks he's starting to fall for me. So naturally,
I'm freaked out because I made it clear that I didn't want anything serious
and he said he felt the same.
I said to him, if that's the case, I think we should take a break from hanging out with
each other.
About five days later, he messages me and asks if we can go to dinner again.
He found an Indian cuisine place that he knows all love.
I tell him it's cool. He should just send
me the address. He tells me that he'll pick me up. So 7pm comes. He tells me that he's
downstairs and I go down to meet him. And I see he's standing at my gate. I press the
remote control to open the gate and he walked inside to meet me.
Show me which one is yours. I'd love to see how you live. He
didn't say hi. He didn't say how are you. That was his opening line. So now I'm naturally
unsettled. I say to him that I'm starving. Could we go to dinner and I'll show him my
place at a later stage. That dinner, he gets a call again this time he didn't step away
He says Yeah, I don't know I can let you know by about 10
Then he turns to me
Am I sleeping by you tonight?
He asked
No, I don't know I have work tomorrow
Pete to me
Yes me too Then he says to the caller. I to me. Yes, me too.
Then he says to the caller,
I'll let you know, okay?
I can actually hear the caller.
No, you're not.
Can you just get your things, please?
And Pete says,
and do what with them?
The caller says,
take them to that girl that you're seeing.
I'm done asking you.
Now, I'm sitting here in absolute shock and terror. What the fuck is going on here?
Our food arrives, and we barely speak. I say to him, why did you ask me if you could sleep
over by me? We're not spending time together like that. You know this. He then spends a story
about how he just wanted to hang out and again see how I live. I then say to him very frankly,
that I don't like having strangers in my apartment. He gets very touched. And the bill
arrives. As per usual, I pay for myself. He pays for himself. I say to him that I'm going to
get an Uber home. And he says, what's the use? I already know where you live. Let me drop you off.
By now, I've already decided that this will be the last time that I see him. I get into his car,
and I reach for my jumper that I threw in the back when he fetched me.
for my jumper that I threw in the back when he fetched me. I noticed a bag in the back of the car full of clothes and toiletries as well as a pillow. I don't think too much
of it. I don't personally drive my own car, but I know my sister has the most random
shit in the backseat of her car. On the way home he's dead quiet. When suddenly he says,
do you know how selfish you are? I had no issue driving you around, but you don't want me to sleep over by you. I say to him that I've never had an issue with Ubering, and if he's so upset,
I also have no issue with paying him what the Uberbers would have cost me. I'm over this and I'm not even playing nice anymore.
His phone rings again.
I hear the caller.
Your stuff is at the security boom, at the gate, Pete.
It's stay with your girlfriend or stay with your mom.
You're fucked for taking advantage of everyone like this.
Pete responds, I don't speak to my mom, you know this, you bitch.
Be then hangs up.
Now I think this maybe an ex-girlfriend that he needs to collect things from.
Before I even have a chance to process what happened, he turns to me and starts yelling
at me.
I have nowhere to go.
Are you fucking happy?
You spoiled brat. Living off of mommy and daddy's money,
getting driven around by me like I fucking work for you.
You bitch.
My whole body got stiff with fear.
I don't know if I'm going to cry or throw up.
In my head, I'm just planning how I'm going to grab my bag.
The second he stops and runs straight
to the cafe under my apartment.
If you run through the cafe, you can get to a gate that takes you to the back part of
the apartment, and it works with fingerprint access only.
There was a time to still find my keys in my bag and I didn't want the main gate that
I normally used to open wide enough for him to get in when I go in.
He stops at my apartment and as planned, I jump out, run into the cafe, run out back,
and use the little gate up to the second floor, however my apartment is on the fourth floor.
I hammered on a neighbor's door.
I went inside and told her, and her husband everything that happened and asked if they
wouldn't mind calling the cafe to explain why I ran through with no explanation in such a state.
I blocked Pete, and I haven't seen him since.
I'm still not sure what his case was.
From what I gathered, he was basically homeless, and I think he wanted to get into my apartment
to maybe sleep over for a while.
I'm not sure if that girl that kept calling him was also a tender date, that let him into
their apartment, and he just never left.
All I know is that he scared the living daylights out of me and I scored the deal of the century.
Living her parents recently purchased and refurbished home for cheapest chips rent so
the property wasn't considered unoccupied and their insurance still covers it.
They were planning on selling their house in the country and moving closer to town in a year,
but when they spotted this place it was perfect, so they snapped it up.
They couldn't be bothered dealing with rando tenants for a year, so we were offered it.
It was a lovely old mid-victorian-style house with a hallway running the majority of the
length on the left side, and three bedrooms in a bathroom coming off that hallway to the right. At the back of the house was an open-plan living room and kitchen in a backyard.
It was an inner-mill bernion suburb, so it was totally fenced in with six-foot fence on three sides,
and the front had a cutesy white-pigot fence. On the right side of the property, an outdoor gravel
pathway was wedged beside the bedroom walls and the fence line. It began with a gate in the front
yard and ran the length of the property to the backyard. This is important
later.
My mate obviously scored the master bedroom at the front, with lovely vertically opening
bay windows facing the front garden and street. I had the next bedroom with a window facing
the gravel path slash fence, and the third bedroom was our study.
We lived here for close to ten months in bliss, great house, great company, and even though
the area was considered a little dicey, the location was stellar.
One hot summer's night we set our good nights, and I hit the hay and zonked out immediately.
My house may sit up in bed to read for a bit, which is her bedside light on.
She was doing that for just over an hour before she heard a weird screech scratch on the front
window of her bedroom.
Initially she put it down to an overhanging tree branch,
till she realized there was no overhanging tree branch. She sat frozen in fear,
blankly staring at her book for what felt like eternity,
till she heard the noise again, and again.
the noise again. And again. Scridge scratch, scratch scratch. Slowly looking up, she saw a dude wearing a hoodie trying to open her window, looking
her dead in the eyes. She screamed, jumped out of bed and ran straight into my room.
I woke up super days as she was pulling my hand and whisper yelling, that someone was
trying to break in. She had a tendency to be a little
over-dramatic sometimes, but I swear I've never seen someone look so genuinely terrified.
I went to grab my phone and call the cops, but we just went completely still when we heard
the distinct crunch, crunch, crunch of someone walking down the side path of the house.
We both rolled off my bed onto the floor and went completely still. The crunch, crunch, crunch continued, getting closer to my bedroom window.
I don't know what it is about distinct sounds at night when it's otherwise quiet,
but it sounded deafening. And then I realized why it was so loud.
My fucking window was wide open. I jumped up, slid the window down, and slammed the lock shut
just as he reached the window. He looked at me, but he didn't react at all.
He just calmly tried to open the window, but when he realized he couldn't, he continued
down the pathway to the backyard.
I was thoroughly shitting myself now, and my housemate was sobbing in the floor looking
up at me like a bunny about to be torn apart by a fox.
I sprinted into the back door to thankfully find it locked
and ran back to my room and called the cops. I don't know what the cops knew that we didn't,
but they must have broken a land speed record to arrive all of three minutes later,
lights and sirens off. We saw them go down the side path, guns drawn straight to the backyard.
There were some noises from the yard and then a knock at the back door a moment later and the
police identified themselves. It turns out the dude a knock at the back door a moment later, and the police identified themselves.
It turns out the dude had vaulted the back fence, an impressive feat, and another patrol
car was headed to the next street to look for him.
The two cops that are placed asked if we were okay, then asked if they could come in and
look around.
The cops were honestly amazing.
They managed to calm us down while making sure the place was safe, and I was really impressed
with how they handled the situation.
After them some tea, which they politely declined, as it took our statements and they asked
if there was anyone we could stay with tonight.
My housemate and I stayed at our boyfriend's place for a few nights after that and when
we stayed in the house it was never the same.
We felt completely violated and ended up moving out a few weeks later.
We never found out if the dude was caught but there was a random stabbing a few nights
after the incident at the train station two streets over.
If it was related or not, I don't know, but all I can think is that we were so fucking
lucky that it went the way it did. Thank you for listening to this week's episode of Let's Not Meet, a true horror podcast.
This week you have heard, Timmy Kinner, should be dead by Reddit user Smirkey Shugs.
Followed late at night in the desert by Reddit user Lioness the Druid.
Tinder Nightmare by Reddit user Flowers Taste Bad. And finally Guy watches my
housemate through her window then tries to break in by Reddit user
Vanquita. Thanks to Curtis Connor for appearing on this week's episode of Let's
Not Meet. Check out his podcast very, really good on iTunes, Spotify, wherever you listen to your
podcasts, or check out his YouTube channel, Just Search Curtis Conner.
I was surprised to find out that he was a fan of my podcast while listening to his show.
Any reference, let's not meet as one of his favorite shows.
So it was really cool to meet up with him on Twitter and we talked a little bit and decided
that he should just come on the show and tell a couple of stories.
Then I really enjoyed having him on the show.
Don't forget to send your stories into Let's Not Meet Stories at gmail.com.
If you have any questions, email me at Let's Not Meet Podcast at gmail.com.
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