Morbid - Episode 339: Listener Tales 44

Episode Date: July 15, 2022

Listener tales 44, much like the rest of the Listener Tales episodes, is…. BONKERS!!!! We’ve got Salem spirits coming through to let one of our listeners know that they were expecting a pretty big surprise, chocolate loving grandmothers helping their grandkids out with free chocolate treats for life and an incredible tale of a wrongly accused man!! If you have a listener tale that you’d like to send in you can send it to [e-mail] and please put “Listener Tale” in the subject line!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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And we yeah we scheduled a lot of things. I feel good today. I feel like we're like in a good vibe with the with scheduling everything. I also think for the first time and actually feeling out of my COVID brain fog. Well, there you go. Yeah, I feel like for a while I was in like a post-COVID fog. It hangs on, man. It does. Like I didn't, I was lucky enough to get out of that

when I had it, because I was asymptomatic. I knew it was coming. I knew it was coming. But I didn't have to deal with any of the effects, which I feel like everybody else has had to deal with and I feel bad. I know. Also, sorry if you just heard my seat. I was gonna say I wasn't actually farting

because we were talking about farting, that's just a creek. But you know what, we're gonna get new seats because these are not comfortable either. In a noise, me that yours doesn't creak. Yeah. Mine is like rude to my butt. You're so rude. And John had to sit in that chair when we recorded, and he was like, why the fuck do you guys sit in this chair? Like he was like, not comfortable. Why do you sit in these chairs? These are not comfortable I'm like, I don't know if I feel like it keeps us on our game because we're not comfortable Yeah, you have a weird thing about not being comfy when we record because we used to record on the couch Which I'll give to you. Yeah, I would sink in and just be like so next week

Yeah, it just makes you to but I think we can dream me. We have so next week. Yeah, and it just makes you two. But I think we can dreamy. We got to have comfy office chairs. Yeah, that's allowed. Yeah, we need to get some comfy chairs. And we will, you know, we will. It'll happen. For anybody, just like a little nostalgia moment,

for anybody that was at our first Providence live show, those are the chairs we're sitting at. We're still sitting in those chairs. Yeah, so these chairs are, they're like from Target. They've been through it. Yeah. You know, they do the job right now. They do.

We got our money's worth. We did. We've been using them for years, so there you go. Chairs. But you know what? Today is not about chairs. Today is about you. Not your chair, not your problem.

But you know what? I hope you all have very comfortable chairs as you listen to this. I do too. You know, I'm giving out good chair vibes. And with that, let's do it. First listen to this. I do too, you know? I'm giving out good chair vibes. And with that, let's do it. First listen to our tables. This is gonna be a fun one just judging by the nature of these, all the intro as well, there you go.

We're on the same page here, obviously. But no, all the titles of these ones, because again, we have a red these ahead of time. But the titles, they're given it to me, so I'm excited about this. I'm just gonna preview you one that I am dying to read. We actually structured the episode so that I could read it. And we're not reading it first, it's third.

It's Kuku for Coca-Grama. And I just need to read that. She didn't, she was like, I'm reading that one, so how can we structure this to make sure that happens? But before we get to that one, I'm first going to read, I'm sure, an equally amazing listener tale. And it was for you because it says eat.

There you go. And more specifically, it says eat all the Ouija boards into the fire pits of hell, which like I- I sure do for you. The same sentiment, and we were just talking about this. We were, which is weird.

All right. I'm not sure if I can say this person's name, so let me open it up. It says, I've included a double spaced putt of fa for your reading pleasure. All right. I'm not sure if I can say this person's name, so let me open it up. It says, I've included a double spaced pitiful for your reading pleasure. Appreciate it. I do. Hello, gorgeous ladies.

Thank you. I love that it just starts with thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I discovered your podcast in the beginning of COVID when my kids were doing their school from home. I was working from home, quote unquote,

but it mostly consisted of like five emails a day. I didn't have much to do. So I decided to start getting active again. Oh, bless your soul. Good for you. In a nice way. I started jogging a few miles a day. Oh, wow, you're a great human.

And walking like 10 more. Or hell, yeah. When I see my step count at the end of the day, I want to sign up for like, well, Barry's bootcamp or something. Barry's bootcamp. I never walking apparently. I, yeah, we're not doing a whole lot of walking.

Yeah, so you all kept me thoroughly entertained. And then you kept me entertained while I was laid up on my couch because of hip pain from said exercise. Oh, no. Oh, that's the worst. And then you kept me saying while recovering, oh, no, no. Oh, no, hip surgeries. All right, maybe I won't go jogging. Oh, that's the worst. And then you kept me saying while we're covering, oh no, no!

Hip surgeries, all right, maybe I won't go jogging. Oh damn! Two hip surgeries in this last year. Oh, I'm so sorry. That escalated so quickly. It did, you were like, get active, never mind. Just kidding. It's been a terrible couple of years,

but you were one of the bright spots. So again, thank you for being badass bitches. You are also one of the bright spots, all of you. And a badass bitch, all of you. And a bad ass bitch, all of you. Sorry, I just bumped my microphone like an asshole. Now this is not a first person story for me, but it is one of the scariest stories I've been told so I need to share it.

For me, the story starts when I was in high school in 1996, the year of Ash. My grand the year of Ash. My grandfather passed away, and a couple of my mom's high school best friends came to town for the funeral. When these particular friends came around, my mom always reverted her to her high school self.

There was an impressive amount of alcohol consumption. And a lot of hilarious stories about them growing up in our small paper mill town in the Pacific Northwest. I was like a book. I love this. This is literally a book. And when I say small paper mill town in the Pacific Northwest. I would say a book. I love this. This is literally a book. And when I say small paper mill town, our old high school mascot was the paper maker.

Paper maker. Fuck yeah, it was. That's amazing. Hell yeah, it was. One of my mascots was a wood truck and I thought that was like silly. Yeah, that is silly, but the paper maker is like, oh my gosh.

Chef's key. Chef's key. Let's just say that having like a... Shepski. Shepskies. Let's just say, having such a hilariously terrible mascot, led to some pretty great pet assemblies with kids running around with toilet lids around my god and tossing toilet paper rolls into the crowd of students. This is legendary. That's wonderful.

Anyway, I digress. Many of the stories revolved around how bad ass my grandfather was. After most of a bottle of Jamisonish whiskey, my mom's friend said, I still to this day can't even watch anything having to do with a Ouija board. The whole room went still, and my mom left the room to get another drink. Being the pain in the a 16 year old self, I started bugging them for the story behind that. So after many attempts at changing the story, I decided to use the fact that I was the only super person in the room to my benefit, and I finally convinced them to tell me what

the hell they were talking about. Here's the legend as it goes. Oh, I'm excited. I'm stoked. One night, when they were all in the 10th grade, my mom and the same friends came over to my mom's house to hang out. It was my mom and three friends. Harlan thought it would be funny to bring the Ouija board that his sister had gotten for Christmas because he was kind of a dick and wanted to fuck with the girls and freak them out. Of course Harlan wanted to do that. Ah, the 60s. When Ouija boards was a totally normal present to your preteen kids at Christmas. I forget who we were talking to recently, but they were like, isn't it funny that the Ouija board is made by Mattel? Oh, yes, it was, Oh, it was, um, Trid, it was Trid.

Well, that, Well, that, It was like, isn't that funny, that it's just from Mattel. It is hilarious. Elena did a great episode about the history of Ouija boards. If you wanna go back and find it, I don't know the episode number. Thank you so much.

Of course. My grandma was out for the evening, and my grandpa was in his room in the basement. Yes. Now, I never got a straight answer on why grandpa was forced to sleep in the cold dump dungeon. I actually went back because I thought I had read it wrong. I know, like wait.

But my grandma claimed it was because his boots were stinky. I'm calling bullshit on that. I'm like, listen, I have stinky feet and I'd be pissed if Drew may be sleeping a basement. I was just going to say the next line was what I was thinking. Yes. If you just put his boots in the basement instead of grandpa, like why do we have to put the whole ass man in the basement?

Not just his boots. Just the way you worded that instead of grandpa. Instead of grandpa. Anyway, their marriage is a whole other side story, but it involves a lot of stomping down the stairs and muttering, god damn son, god damn son of a bitch woman. Honestly I feel like a lot of grandparents have that little like this dynamic is where he had very of that time I think. Yes. Oh this is funny. I can like try to get my breath. Anyway the dumbass teenager set the board up on the kitchen table that was right on the top

of the stairs to the basement. They turned off all the lights, lit a couple candles, and sat down to quote unquote play. The first minute's consistent of all of them obviously pushing it around, giggling, and not taking anything seriously. But all of a sudden, the glass piece pushed to the right of the middle.

Excuse me, to the right? It pushed right. Thank you. I don't know why. Just short-circuited. I will start that sentence again. It just pushed right. I just wanted to.

All of a sudden the glass piece pushed right to the middle of the board and went completely rigid. It was so abrupt that all of them screamed, Harlan louder than any of them. Harlan. Take that, take it. They wrote that not me. But I agree. I do.

None of them could push the glass piece for a few seconds. And then it started swirling around the board. They all looked at each other in what they described as, what in the holy fuck is going on, kind of look? Perfect description. I get it. I see it in my head. I do too.

I kind of have the same look. Yeah. My mom finally able was, my mom was finally able to mutter, who is this? Just kept swirling. After about a minute it started going to what seemed to be random letters. But after a couple of minutes they noticed that it was going to the same eight letters in the same sequence over and over again. F-I-C-K-D-I-C-H. Fickditch. Fickditch! They were all confused.

This went on for like five to six minutes. They were so engrossed in what was going on that my mom didn't even notice my grandpa had come upstairs and was standing by the table watching them. He's like, what the? He's like, what did I get you? At that moment, they noticed that instead

of just the eight letters over and over and over again, it added three. Excuse me, it added three more. Now it was spelling out F-I-C-K-D-I-C-H-L-E-E. Fick ditchly over and over and over again. My mom looked at my grip, a Lee. And said, we don't know what it's saying. His face, now pale and white.

Oh my god. He said, it's saying, fuck you Lee and German. When I said ditch or like dick, I sounded very like I've heard it before, but I'm like, I don't know if I have, but fictically. Yes, when I said it like that, cause I had a grandma, that was a German and she taught me all the swear words. Yep Amazing at that point

Everyone let go of the glass piece and it started spinning before flying ten feet across the room. Fuck you, Lee. That's um That's hilarious. I want to know who was saying that. Uh-huh. Everyone just kind of sat there and stunned silence for a minute processing What just happened then my grandpa grabbed the board hauled ass downstairs with the doorified teens closely behind. Oh, I went to the back door to his fire pit. They all stood there and watched as he poured gasoline on it and threw in a match. They all just stood there and another stunned silence staring at the fire until my mom broke the silence as she looked at my grandpa and said, what just happened? Do you want to explain this, Lee? Sir, dad?

My grandpa just stared at the fire for what seemed like a full minute as his daughter just stared him down. He finally turned his head to her, looked her straight in the eye for like 30 seconds, said nothing, and then walked back inside and closed his bedroom door. Okay. I feel like I understand my grandma relegated him to the big house, a little creepy.

He's a little withholding. I know. Do I love your grandpa? My mom's friends decided that it was a good time to note the fuck out of the house. While Harlan had to try to figure out how to explain to his little sister that her game was now a pile of fucked up creepy-ass.

Fucked up creepy-ass. That's what we call ash. Yeah, totally. That's what I'm known as. Fuck fucked up creepy-ass. Fucked up creepy-ass. That's what we call ash. Yeah, totally. That's what I'm known as. Fucked up creepy-ass. When my grandmother finally came home that night, my mom had a lot of questions. She told her what had happened,

and my grandma went as pale white as my grandpa had been. My grandmother tried to evade the questions, but my mom was much better at getting her to talk. The story goes like this. When my grandpa was in World War II, him and another member of his platoon had been captured by a couple pretty sadistic German soldiers who tied them up in some little shack in the jungle. After the initial capture, one of the other German soldiers was never seen again, and just one of the men kept coming back. The second day in captivity, the German soldiers

executed my grandpa's partner. That's really sad. Right in front of him. Oh, that's, I can't even imagine. Oh, got real sobering real fast. Yes, my grandpa knew that he was going to be next and that this man was getting off on the fear for my grandpa. He left the body right now.

Oh my God, he left the body right next to my grandfather and left. Ooh, he knew he was going to die if he didn't find a good way to get the hell out of there. So when the psycho left, he spent hours trying to loosen the ties. Right as he got loose enough to try to escape, he heard the soldier coming back. Being quick on his feet and the badass that he was, he pretended to still be tied up until the soldier walked past him. He then charged at him and tackled him to the ground. The man's rifle flew out of his hands and they both scrambled toward it, but my grandpa was able to grab it.

As he was pointing the gun at the man, trying to figure out what to do next, the man charged at him screaming, fictic, fictic, I think. Fictic, probably. Fictic, right? I like how you just had to say it in like a somewhat German accent. Yeah, I didn't work out.

I am German, but like not actively. Yeah, I'm not actively German. You know what I mean? So my grandfather shot him. He, I love to my mother. That's, that's a tough, that's a tough thing to live through. That's hard too, because it's like you, it's like, it's like,

all he had to for his escape. Yeah, and his original thoughts were probably, I don't, you don't, I don't think anybody, you know, most people don't wanna kill another person. Like that's not what anybody wants to do and it looks like he was trying to figure out what to do in this scenario. Yeah, that was kind of the only thing he could do.

It was self defense. Self defense, exactly. He then picked up his friend's body because he wanted to make sure he would get a proper burial and his mother would have closure. Oh, what a good guy. Your grandpa is amazing.

She said the only reason she even knows this story is because after 10 years of marriage and him waking up screaming multiple times a week, I understand the basement now. She finally got him to tell her about this. I'm now wondering if that's why he's loved the basement. My grandma did always talk about getting her beauty sleep and I'm sure wondering if that's why he's loved to be spent. My grandma did always talk about getting her beauty sleep, and I'm sure random screaming in the middle of the night gave my grandpa some unacceptable eye bags. Oh my gosh.

Me and your grandma would be friends. After they finished telling me the story, I realized why my very non-religious mom once had a panic attack when I came home from a sleepover telling her about playing light as a feather, stiff as a board, and playing with you guessed it, a Ouija board. I remember being baffled that she was so interested in,

but in what a bunch of 11 year olds did at a sleepover. She had made me promise never to touch a Ouija board again without telling me why. Luckily, there were no sadistic German ghosts coming through at our Pre-Pubescent Party, while I was sitting in my new kids on the block sleeping bag. Amazing. I never did play with one after she asked me not two at 11 years old.

But after finding out why when I was 16, I refused, excuse me, but after finding out why when I was 16, I refused to even have one around. Which is really hard for my atheist ass to justify when I really don't think I'm leaving any of this shit. But when you see the fear in your mother's eyes while telling you a story like this, it sticks with you. I just tried to chuck all this stuff up to, oh my god, Alaina. The things science can't explain yet, but I don't even think I buy that. Oh my god, I'm with you. Did Alaina write that? Seriously. Anyway, keep it weird and stay the fuck away from Ouija Bords. Trish. Trish.

I got to play this for one of my favorite uncles because we're going on a family trip soon and he wanted to use a Ouija board and I was like, Billy A, we can't. Billy A. Shout out to Billy A. I hope you're listening. That's what my kids call their uncle Billy.

Yeah, Billy A. Billy A. That's the same call, that's the same. It's the same. Billy A. So shout out to Billy A. Shout out to Billye. Trish, first of all, like that was a phenomenal story to tell.

And also now looking at how the grandpa reacted to that, can you imagine what he felt in that moment? Because he probably, I can't even know, I can't. It's this sadistic piece of shit who killed his friend in front of him. In front of him, taunting him from beyond. Like that must have been such a harrowing. Well, I like for him.

Taunting him from beyond in his house. And he's like, that makes you feel like the spirit is in your home. To his daughter and her friends. Yeah, I would be interested to hear like a little follow up if anything else happened after that because some people think that you're not supposed to burn a Ouija board.

Some people think that can like spread spirits everywhere. Or I think you can just spread spirits everywhere. You know, like, there's like Ghostbusters question mark. I don't know. When you turn the hose onto mist, you just mist spirits everywhere. It's like when you lift a big bag of money off of a pedal in a glass house filled with inscriptions that are supposed to keep the spirits contained and they get out.

They spray everywhere. Have you guys seen 13 ghosts? That's what that reference is from by the way. Just covered it on screen. So that's why it's real fresh in our mind, but go listen to it on screen. It's great. Yay. It was my pick and I'm glad I picked it.

I think it comes out next. It might take a minute to come out. It'll be out someday. So keep an eye on it. It's out there. All right, my next one is going to be called Salmonella, a phone call, and I knowped the fuck out of a murder.

Maybe? Ooh. I mean, you're alive, so I assume. So you take a break. I'm assuming, though, I shouldn't assume. No, hi, Elena Ash, and all you weirdos. Hello. Hi, hello. Hey, first off, I would like to take a moment to gush and fan girl over both of you. You don't have to do that, but you're amazing. Thank you. I absolutely love your podcast and really enjoy your banter. Thank you.

I work from home and until the girls from work suggested morbid, I was only listening to my audible app. Since I was going through a book a day, chitching, LOL, I decided to listen to my trusty co-workers and check out your podcast. Hello to Norma and the RCM Girls. Hey Norma and the RCM Girls, hey friends! I am not quite caught up with all the episodes yet,

but boy am I glad I took their advice because you two are great. Thank you. You're great. You Norma and all the RCM girls are also great. Just, you're amazing. Everyone's great. Secondly, I must apologize.

In advance, this story will certainly be long-winded and chaotic as I figured it would have been dead bolted in the door and chucked the key to this memory ages ago. Just recently, my subconscious must have found the damn key and reopened the door because it all came crashing back. Oh boy. For this tale, you may call me L. All right, hey L, thank you so much. Buckle up your DeLorean awaits to take you back to the late 80s.

I was around 18 years young then. Yes, I am that old. You're not old. You were young. You're wonderful and magical. I grew up in a very small town in South Dakota, while attending USD and working part time. I made up my mind that even though I never

really traveled or lived anywhere else, I didn't want to stay in my hometown and ultimately, quote, end up with my own bar stool. But sheers reference for all you young folks, hey, we're from Boston, we get it. Hell yeah. Fast forward about five months later. And somehow I ended up in New Jersey. A young 18-year-old kid from the sticks of South Dakota set off to get a job and make some friends. Yay! Life is so exciting! It always feels that way.

Well, in my quest to make a life for myself in a new place, Fates slapped me in my plump wrinkle free face, and I met, well, let's call him, douche canoe. Let's, because I can already tell. We dated for a while, and naturally he introduced me to some of his friends. One friend, Matt and I, remained friendly, even after things fizzled out with douche canoe. Matt and I never dated, just casual friends. I never called him to hang out, but he would randomly call me or stop my my house to catch up.

One day, and for the first time, he invited me to his house. He was still living with his parents, so I got to meet his mom, dad, and brother. They were all very warm and welcoming, especially his mother. On the drive back to my house, Matt told me he was adopted. It was a brief conversation, but I recall him saying to him, he is lucky to have such an awesome loving family, and he genuinely agreed. Throughout the two-ish years I'd gotten to know Matt, there were some things he did that made me scratch my head. One night he came to my house with

bullet holes in his car. Oh, that's something to do to someone. When I asked him about it, he made up some nonchalant excuse. So nonchalant, I can't even remember what it was. How do you know that? Bullet hole excuse. Look at how do you come up with one of those? Another time he visited me after returning from Ecuador. He pulled pills from his pocket and took them with no explanation. But at the time, I was as worldly as a tadpole, and he was always very polite and kind to me. So I did my best to muffle the ringing

of my inner alarm bells. I get it. Totally. Totally. Let's move to the beginning of January 1991. I was managing a local restaurant in the area. One night, I could not shake a haunting and overwhelming feeling that Matt was going to do something horrible.

Ooh. I had no idea what, when, or how. All night, in between orders, running plates, putting out fires and greeting patrons, I could not shake this feeling. I even picked up the phone and called douche canoe to ask if you had heard from Matt and to tell him and warn him about this horrible feeling I had that something bad was going to happen.

That's so crazy that it was such a specific feeling. It even made you call douche canoe. I know, that's how you know. Yeah. Within a few days of that phone call, I ended up with a case of salmonella. Oh! Oh, and spent an entire week at the hospital.

Cook your food thoroughly, kids. Oh, just for anybody that doesn't know, I'm sure everybody knows, but you can get like that Pillsbury or like, Toll House cookie dough. I forgot which one it is. It's the one, yeah, Pillsbury. Yeah, with a little boy.

Little boy. They make ones that you can eat now. Oh yeah, yeah, the cookie dough. It's true. Around January 25th and out of the blue, Matt called me and asked if I wanted to come and hang out at his house, yeah, the cookie dough. You're welcome. Around January 25th and out of the blue, Matt called me and asked if I wanted to come and hang out at his house, quote, for a while. Yeah, other than meeting his parents briefly

about a year earlier, we never hung at his house. This coupled with that overwhelming feeling was enough for me to decline his seemingly odd invitation. Matt did not take this well and was adamant and continued insisting I go to his house. Although I had made a full recovery, I used that excuse and told him I was not fully recovered and my then boyfriend and now ex-husband,

it took me over 20 years to get rid of that asset. Good riddance, yeah, good riddance. Dushkenews and Assahats, I'm sorry. Always was coming over to take care of me. Four days later on January 29th, I learned that Matt murdered his parents. Oh my gosh. Holy shit. He shot them both.

Later authorities discovered that he had written mom and dad on the bullets. Oh. He just got that like, yeah. Boom. I read that on the same day he murdered his parents. He took his girlfriend to dinner and in New York City to celebrate her birthday. When they arrived back at Matt's house, he handcuffed her, showed her his dead parents and said,

for your birthday present, I'm going to kill both of us too. I don't even... what the fuck? Wow. Throughout the night, plans must have changed because he decided he would book two plane tickets to Jamaica instead. His girlfriend told him she needed to go home first to get her passport.

When they got to her house, her mom must have known something was wrong and refused to let her leave with Matt. Thank goodness. What is his deal? So after murdering his parents, Matt went to Jamaica by himself. Due to some trouble, he'd gotten into, in Dara, blah blah blah.

Due to some trouble he had gotten into during a previous trip, he was arrested shortly after he arrived. Who is this human? Why was he in trouble? I'm like a previous white. What? When they ran his information through the system, they found out he fled the US

and was wanted for murdering his parents. He was caught five days after the murders. This is easily one of the most crazy list of her tales we've ever gotten. I believe I locked this memory away because I was so freaked out and wondering, oh, M.G, was that going to be me? Was I going to be handcuffed and murdered?

Is that why he was so persistent and trying to get me back to his house only a few short days before he did this to his girlfriend? Yep. Always trust your gut. Even if you are as worldly as a tadpole, his name is Matthew, what is his name? Matthew Hecla. Hecla? Although he may be going by Matthew Eric to be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- To be no- Did it be a belt toe? Yeah. As I think he had, he found his biological parents. He murdered his adoptive parents on January 29, 1991 in Bernard's T.W.P. New Jersey, and was sentenced to a minimum of 60 years in case you or one of the other weirdos want to check into it further. I do.

That is my tale. Keep it weird, but not so weird that take it away, Ash. Girl, you expect me to take it away after that? I don't even know what to say. Keep it weird, but not so weird that you murder your entire family, I guess, and try to do the same thing to the girlfriend that you have and you run to Jamaica

and you try to do the star friend L. L. I'm very glad that you did not go. Because that would not have ended well. I'm shook right now. My whole body says that would have been. The detail of him writing mom and dad on the bullets. And just, like obviously we don't know the situation

in depth, so I'm just looking at this from a very generalized point of view. Yeah, thank you. I needed that. I can't even post a thoughts right now, but these people adopted him. And like probably wanted a baby so badly. And like, what?

Well, and from Elle, she said, you know, they seemed great. Everybody seems like they were loving and happy. Wow. Wow, Elle. Wow. I can see why you buried that for a little while. I could also see that as well.

She was holy cun-noly. Woo. Oh my goodness, Arnex Tail is Kuku for Coco, grandma. I love it. And it says, hi there, my dudes. It says they would like to remain anonymous, so we're gonna call them Susie. Hey Susie.

It says, I won't write too much in this email because God knows that I'm r- I rambled the fuck out in the pot of a attached below, but I will say I love your podcast, your banter, and your unapologetic dismay for summer. Oh my God, we've been saying it so often lately. I hate this point in summer, like July. I'm done.

Oh, July, I'm beyond, I'm already in fall, like buy, I'm out, but June hits, and I'm like, well, that was a nice day and a half of summer. Like I'm like, get me out of here. I think the only reason I like June is it's my birthday. Oh, I hate summer. They said, let's skip to October, am I right? You are right.

While my boyfriend tells me that I have spooky brains, the story attached below is more heartfelt than scary. So I totally get it if it's not the vibes you're looking for. It's a nice little palette cleanser. It's a perfect palette cleanser, because we had some gnarly ones. I know, right? And then they said,

P.S., I found out that I met Drew at a house party a couple years back, small world. That's wild. That's hilarious. I'm gonna have to ask if you're a mem-muzz. If you're a mem-muzz, you're Suzy. You're right. So the first thing you need to know about my grandma is that she was a total badass. Yes.

I'm talking about a woman whom yes marched alongside Emma. Yes. I'm okay. Published multiple novels. Oh, novels and raised a whole ass family. I'm like what I'm sitting here like saying it with my hands My arms just fist pumping my mother fucking yes hell yeah, not only did she get life right? But she got death right to get it grandma sandy had been diagnosed with dementia when I was in high school That's so hard. I'm sorry and I decided to make a point of getting lunch with her once a week during study hall. Wow. Beautiful human.

You're the grand kid that we all hope we have someday. Truly. Each time I would take her to UNO's and she would emphatically exclaim that they had added spaghetti squash to the menu, her favorite. I never had the heart to tell her that it had been on the menu for over a year because hell, it made her wicked happy

and who gives a flying fuck. Exactly. As my mom says, with dementia, you have to appreciate the now because it only goes in one direction. And if you focus on what you've lost, you'll miss it on what you have. Oh, I love her. I do too. That was so beautiful. Now we are going to take a quip, a quick flippity flop back to 1971. When my mom was 10 years old and was woken up by her broken no batteries not plugged in kukku clock in the witching hours of the night. No thank you. Nope.

She groggly stumbled into her parents' room to find them crying. Her grandfather, my grandma's dad, had passed away. Oh. Okay. Now back to 2018. My mom once again was woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of a clock. Now, is this Stranger Things? Is Vecna here? I don't know. You all get it. Is Vecna here? Oh, you know. Dude, the amount of messages that I have that are

like, why haven't you watched Stranger Things? I mean, it really is. It's a valid question. Yeah. I don't. We're all insulted. I don't have a good answer. I'm watching Desperate Housewives. That's my answer. Close. No. I mean, fitting. No, we didn't have a cuckoo clock at our house,

but instead, a grandfather clock. It's back then. Yes. The thing I'd never gone off before and never has since my grandma's passing. My mom immediately called my grandpa with a sickening feeling in her stomach. He told her that grandma was in the hospital

with a minor infection, but that everything should be okay. Unfortunately, it's not uncommon for dementia patients to become worse when staying in a hospital for an extended period of time. It only took a couple of days before grandma entered the final stages of dementia, and my ever-selfless grandpa followed her wishes to stop meditating and enter hospice. Oh.

That is must have been just like such a hard decision. Oh, a hardist. And just a hard thing to go through. Yeah. I feel for your family. The thing is, my grandma technically had had an infection that would prevent her from entering any hospice home, meaning she would have to pass in the hospital, not comforting place to go or mourn.

No. That's when my dad called. The grand, that's when my dad called. this home, meaning she would have to pass in the hospital, not comforting place to go or mourn. No. That's when my dad called. The grand father clock was going off again. Minutes later, the doctor came in to let us know that her infection had subsided and she was cleared for hospice. Damn. The night before she left the hospital, the clock in her room stopped for exactly 18 minutes.

The significance of this? I have no fucking idea, but my best guess is that in Hebrew, 18 is high, which means life. Maybe it was a sign that life too would stop soon. Who knows on that one? Now, once she got to Hops' hospice, she told my mom she was going to have a party, and she fucking did. For 24 hours, she was completely lucid. I'm talking more with it than she had been

for the last 10 years. Holy shit. We had a lineup of people who wanted to come say they're goodbyes. So many that we actually had to write down a lineup and to turn some people away who were less close with her. What? You had to turn people away at the door.

If that doesn't happen to me when I die, I don't want it. That's why you had to have a b at the door. If that doesn't happen to me when I die, I don't want it. That's why you had to have a bouncer. I'm sorry. We're at capacity. That is, I've never even heard of that happening before. Your grandma is amazing. I love it.

It was a true testament to the person she was. After the party, we decided to close the door to anybody who was not immediate family. That's when my mom asked her how she would know she was with us. Oh my gosh. Oh, her answer. I'll see you at lunch. Oh my God. Then she began to ramble some about an adventure that she was going on. My mom asked her when she was leaving for this trip. Her answer, I'm waiting on my dad. I'm gonna start crying. Oh my God. Yeah. I'm waiting on my dad. He's gonna pick me up Oh, my God. Yeah. I'm waiting on my dad. He's gonna pick me up on Friday, but he's running late. Working on clocks.

Working on clocks. I have chill bumps and chill bumps and chill bumps. The chill bumps have overtaken my body at this point. I am a chill bump. My mom and I just about shit ourselves. My great grandfather had never worked with clocks. He drove an oil truck. Still, there was something so comforting about the idea

that her dad was going to be there for her when those of us trapped on this planet no longer could be. That Friday, she passed peacefully in her sleep. I'm not kidding. I knew I had chills that are radiating throughout my body right now. Like in case you missed it, it kick. Like she had already said, my dad is picking me up on Friday.

He's running late, working on clocks. Oh, I keep getting chills. She passed on Friday. They are literally like over and over. I keep getting them. This is so sweet. This is so beautiful. This is the paliacal serenity.

This is the reason. Now the story doesn't stop here. And I apologize for how long this is. Never. Soon after her passing, my mom and grandpa were out to lunch. Before they could ask for the check, the waiter came over with a flowerless chocolate cake. Fuck me, oh! That's literally what it says. That's what it says, and that's what I would have said. How do you not said that?

They politely told the waiter that they hadn't ordered any dessert. Something my Jewish grandma would not stand for. Hell no. And the waiter looked at them puzz ordered any dessert. Something my Jewish grandma would not stand for. Hell no. And the waiter looked at them puzzled. It just showed up on my machine. He put it on the table and told them that they could have it for free.

My mom and grandpa both looked at each other and knew it was my grandma. She said, you'll see me at lunch. Yup. There she is. Once, maybe a coincidence. But my grandma was not the type to leave us wondering if she was with us.

That month had been one of the hardest of my life. I had just, oh, excuse me, I had lost my grandma, my rescue pup, R-I-P, Kazoo, I think. I'm sorry. And then my dumbass boyfriend, he's actually really sweet, just emotionally and apt. Decided to dump me a week before my birth date. Oh my God.

Oh, not cool, man. He did. He's still mad at him. I'm pissed. I was in a dark place and I'm so mad at him. I'm pissed. I was in a dark place and I think my grandma knew it. Just like every other morning, my coworker and I went to the coffee shop across the street from our work in order to coffee for him and a hot cocoa for me. That morning I found myself standing by the glass case holding all of the dankest looking

chocolate treats. God, I love you. You're the best. I was like a five year old. I asked the server, which was the most chocolatey? She seemed to find this endearing, probably helps that I'm five feet with some big ass puppy dog guys

that make me look like an actual child, even though this is literally me, even though I'm an old, and taker, a man on the inside. Are we the same person though? After a quick exchange, I went back to the register to pick up my hot cocoa. That's when the server came over

with the fucking $40 chocolate dream of a cake that I had been eyeing. Oh, yeah. A $40 chocolate cake, you know that's good. She told me that she just had a feeling I needed it and she gave it to me. Oh my God. Next thing I know, the barista tells me

the hot cocoa's on the house too, because she just wants to be in on the kindness. Oh! Man, when I tell you I was shooketh, I was mother fucking shooketh. And it did not stop there. The next day, I went back to Turmin to pay for a hot cocoa. But when I got there, they told me that my money was no longer accepted at this cafe, and I would be feasting on all the chocolate I could handle.

My heart has never felt so warm, nor my arteries so clogged. Where is this place? Yeah, we live in Boston. I was like, where is it? Wow, to end this rambul, I won't tell you not to keep it weird, because hell, grandma Sandy was weirdo herself.

Hell yeah, so keep it so weird that you are so kind of strangers, spend time with family and never say no to dessert. Suzy! Suzy! That was fucking beautiful! Oh my goodness. Grandma Sandy! I hope we're all Grandma Sandy. We have to be. Everybody needs a Grandma Sandy. Everyone should be a Grandma Sandy.

It's... that was beautiful. I just... I can't imagine walking into a place and then being like, your money's not accepted here, but you can have stuff. I'd be like, okay. Wow. You can have all the chocolate you can handle. That is like some serious divine intervention. I love it.

That was grandma Sandy to the extreme. Yeah, yeah. All right, so my next one is called, Salem did not disappoint. And you know what what it never will. No, it there's not a possibility that could ever happen. Never. So it says hey weirdos my name is Julie and as always in my listener tales you can use my name. Julie! Julie! Let me start by reminding you fine ladies that I'm a huge fan and love

listening to your podcast. It's like having girl time with some fabulous people who share my love for true crime and spooky things, while driving to and from work, cleaning the house, in the shower, getting ready for bed, driving anywhere, waiting in drives through lines, doing dishes, folding clothes, you get the point. I love that. You were on 24-7, it seems.

No kidding. If I'm not listening to you when I go to bed, I can't fall asleep. I love that we go to sleep with you all the time. My fiance thinks I'm weird and is honestly scared if anyone ever pisses me off or rungs me. We should all be that way. We now joke that I will be listening to morbid while I'm in labor as I am due October 29th, 2022. Yeah, congratulations. That's amazing. Hoping for the 31st because Halloween things. Yeah.

Well, he jokes, I'm serious. I also will make sure to have my copy of the butcher and the rent while trying to push my tiny morbid fan in the making, wait, well, yeah, tiny morbid fan and the making out. Yeah, I said that wrong, but you said it right. Thank you. Also, I love Libris.

And also, thank you so much. You're the best. 10year-old.com slash The Butcher and The Ren. You can still pre-order it, guys. Anyways, so about my story, I tried to shorten it to allow for my stories. For any stories you guys wanted to add and about your own Salem experiences or such.

Anyways, the listener tale. Let me enlighten you. I will start off by saying, I have always been sensitive to the paranormal since I was young. When I was four, my grandmother passed away and she visited me as I grew up occasionally to remind me that she is proud of me and she is still there. That's really sweet.

When I was a teen, my great-grandfather passed away and it upset me he never came to visit me like my grandma did. Now these two people are going to come back in this story later. So remember them. So this year in 2022 my boyfriend now fiance but at the time he hadn't purchased his upgrade to his membership. Why have I never put it that way? I love it. My fiance or my boyfriend and I decided to go to Salem for my birthday. Oh great birthday. Now this would have been so much more exciting if I wasn't born in January. A cappercorns. And it would be winter when we went.

Oh man. Now we went January 15th and it was a whole last negative 9 degrees outside that day with Halloween. Oh yeah, you're a lotter baby. You are. New England winter hit different. And I was not ready to freeze my ass off while wandering around the beauty of what is Salem.

Living in Maryland has made me used to not having actual winters like I did when I lived in Colorado. While there, I got a tarot reading in my palm red because hello, it's Salem bitches, that's right, but where though? Yeah, I gotta know. Because we got a great one when we were there. I was living my best spooky witchy life while wearing five layers and still freezing, but didn't care.

During the terror reading, shout out to the wonderful staff at Crow Haven Corner in their familiar star. Ooh, I gotta go there. I very much wanna go there. Thank you for shouting them out. So Crow Haven Corner in their familiar star. I found out that I would indeed have children

despite my struggle in the past. Oh, that just like touched my soul. Of course I cried because I have had three miscarriages and was currently struggling hard to try to get pregnant. I feel you so hard, so I'm so happy that this person gave me that hope. I'm so happy. And that you are currently with child.

That's so exciting. After a long day of shopping, buying all the spooky witchy things, collecting all the spooky witchy things, collecting all the crystals and shiny things like the dragon I am, and having the best food ever at this little tavern, we headed to our Airbnb. This place was easily 150 years old, and a few blocks away from the house that we use for Max's house in Hocus Pocus. Let me just say 69 degrees has never felt so amazing than it did after being in sub-zero temps all day. I was sweating the moment we walked in the door.

I literally shed like four or five of my layers at the door. As I showered my boyfriend decided to surprise me that he bought me a ticket for the moment how show you guys did on my birthday. Yes! Oh my god, that's awesome. Amazing. Getting ready to enjoy some live morbid, I heard something.

I love that this happened. In Salem. Like, we were all there. Oh, my God, I love this. I know. Like, a woman calling to someone. I asked my boyfriend if he heard anything and he said, no. I shook it off and thought nothing of it until I saw a shadow.

I walked out of the room into the kitchen when the chandelier started to swing, like someone had hit it. Cue my Broadway-ass screaming, he's here! The phantom of the opera is here! I'm screaming. My boyfriend came around the corner curious what the heck I was talking about to see the chandelier swinging as well,

because he was probably like, what? Yeah, right. He was like, what the hell is going on? Who's here? What's going on? He looked at me, shook his head, and tried saying, it's an old house, and it was a draft, saying these things happened.

Like, excuse me, these things do happen. You have been here five minutes. What do you know? At that moment, you ladies went live, so I brushed it off and walked back to my room to enjoy me some morbid, but it didn't stop. The fact that this was happening as we were doing a live show is making me very happy. It's feeding the...

It's feeding, she can't even talk. It's feeding my soul is what I was gonna say before I died. But you know what? It didn't stop. Soon after the lights in the room started flickering and it got cold. This time, a woman stood at the edge

of my bed looking at me like I wasn't supposed to be here. Nor am I supposed to be able to see her. You dropped it at like so casual. You said all of a sudden there was a lady in my damn room. A lady looked like she could have been from the 1800s and had bruises on her neck, maybe from a rope or maybe from the 1600s. And maybe from she was hanged, maybe accused of witchcraft.

She was also dripping like she just went for a swim in the bay, not far from the house. And you know what they used to do with witches and say, oh, I'm not, they didn't hang before they hanged them. Dunk. Before I could ask her anything, she opened her mouth and dark, dirty water fell out of her mouth and fell on the floor. And we were just sitting there unknowingly presenting a live show. Well, this is you shitting my actual dick.

Well, this is literally happening. Happening. And like, not even that far away, if you think we don't go far for the virtual ones. No. She pointed at my stomach and said something I couldn't understand. I just went home. She disappeared as soon as she appeared and I looked where she stood to see the water on the floor. I called my boyfriend and he saw it as

well. The water was still there. Oh, he tried to brush it off saying it could be from my boots because it snowed a few days prior, but my boots were by the door. What? He walked away giving, he walked away again to give me privacy while I enjoyed the show. When he started seeing and hearing things. Did you just sit there and watch our show after that? After the show, he came and terrified like he saw something. I asked what was wrong and he stated, you're right, the Phantom of the Opera is here. And did not appreciate me watching TV.

What? Apparently, the lady turned off the TV and caused the chandelier to swing again. At this point, we decided to reach out to the host to see if this was normal. And if they were like, you didn't put this in the Airbnb description. Right. Apparently this is, and they thought they got rid of her.

I'm screaming. They said they put, they said they saved the place once a month. And when I asked if they opened the windows or not, they didn't. We informed them that they need to open the windows when they do this. And so I got to work as I was saging the place while playing the Phantom of the Opera album because I carry it with me as someone should. You're an icon. You're an icon.

I could hear moaning in someone saying no. I'm freaking out. My boyfriend joke that she must not be a fan of the music. I must have left after that. I want to hang out with you guys. The rest of the night went uneventful and we left in the morning. Wow. As we left, I saw her standing in the window looking at us, smiling and waving. I am not well, bitch. Once we returned home.

By the way, that's from Bravo. I'm not calling you a bitch. Yeah, that's from Bravo. Not well, bitch. Once we returned home after the weekend, complete with a's from Bravo, I'm not calling you a bitch. Yeah, that's from Bravo. Not well, bitch. Once we returned home after the weekend, complete with a ghost siding, I tried seeing if I could find any information about this lady. According to the owners of the property, the lady had lost her child due to sickness, and the baby she was pregnant with shortly after due to her husband beating her.

And then decided to try escaping him by jumping into the bay. Oh, however, she unfortunately drowned and now haunts the place and typically bothers young couples. About a month later, I received a visit from my grandma and my dream. We were at the restaurant in Salem. We had gone to on my birthday and she was holding a young child. I'm crying. Oh, my whole body. She looked so happy and my great-grandfather was there too. I can't. They were both playing with the baby

and saying congrats to my boyfriend and I. At the table across from us was the lady from the Airbnb with a baby of her own and another woman was with her. The thing is, I am losing it. I don't know if my arms are going to be permanently like this from all these listeners' house. Everyone.

Oh my God. This one is like mine. We had a conversation and she said, you are so blessed and congratulated me on the birth of my baby. That was not a dream that was like you were just in another space that we may not know about. The next day I discovered I was pregnant

on what would have been my grandma's birthday. I'm like actively trying not to cry right now. Um, after doing the math, I discovered I did the dirty to get pregnant. I'm shitting myself. I did the dirty. I'm shitting myself. I-I-I-I let me be able to do it. I can do it.

I did the dirty to get pregnant on my great-grandparents and a person. That is on some family shit. That is on some, I made it nice shit. I made it nice. I since found out that not only was I pregnant, but everything is perfectly normal and baby is happy and healthy. Yes, and it's gonna be, or excuse me,

baby's gonna be a leap rock. Yeah, I'm so excited. And this all happened on our freaking show date. Like that makes me feel like some cosmic awesomeness was happening. I kind of feel like we should go to that Airbnb and see if we can shout to that woman. Just be like, oh yeah.

Hello. So healthy that it is kicking my ass with morning sickness and fatigue. That is great. I'm sorry. I know I was like, that's, this grip sorry. That is so healthy. That sucks,. I'm sorry. I know I was like, that's great. That is so healthy. That sucks, but I'm glad that this baby is so healthy that it's making you feel sick,

because that's great. That's not in some like Renezme type shit. There you go. I can't help but think that I'm like, yeah, I'm just going to move past that. I can't help but think that my visit to Salem had a hand in my pregnancy, and that my grandma and great-grandfather might have helped as well. I fully believe that. I've been visited a few times in my pregnancy, and that my grandma and great-grandfather might have helped as well. I fully believe that. I've been visited a few times in my dreams from the lady since and almost find a comfort in her visits. Oh. I tried to keep this, oh, sorry, I'm in interrupt.

Oh, no, I interrupted you. Maybe she's like a spirit guide. I think she is. You know? She's a fucking terrifying spirit guide. But she does great things. But you're spooky, so like you will have a terrifying spirit guide. And she honestly, I mean, she has every right

to be a terrifying spirit guide with what she went through. Right. So it says, I tried to keep this as short as I could allow, I could to allow time for other tales of the listeners. I hope this finds you ladies well as always and that you keep it weird. Take it away, Ash.

I think you should keep it as weird as you kept it. I don't think you did anything wrong. You did everything right. I gotta tell you guys, keep it this weird. Keep it as weird as, like, Julie, that is beautiful. I am so glad that you're having the baby of your dreams literally, like literally the baby of your dreams. Actually. I'm so happy for you and your fiance.

I'm so happy that it happened on your grandparents anniversary. Oh my god, that it was pointed out to you and you didn't even realize it in Salem, right? By a spooky spirit guide. What more could you ask for? And that this baby is doing October spooky season only the greatest time of the year. I'm so happy for you, I could burst. I also can't wait for you to tell your child this story and I do expect the list of her tale of that experience. Yes, 100%. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. All right. My next list in a tale is called Listener Tale. My grandpa Bundy was on Death Row. I'm sorry, excuse me. Who's grandpa Bundy? Excuse me now. Well, let's get into it. It's

as hey, Ashnellina. first off, love you guys. This show gives me life. And your dynamic reminds me of my cousin and I when we talk about literally anything. It makes me smile. Oh, I love that. I do too. Second, you're probably curious about the subject line

of the story, yep, you knew us. So let me start by saying that I am 100% not related to Ted Bundy. I'm very glad for you. Me too. In the sucks, hurt it my whole life, along with jokes about married with children. Ah, that was waiting for that one too.

That's one of Drew's favorite shows. I have a sister named Kelly. Oh, man. Kelly Bundy. Oh, man. Amazing. Imagine if your mom's name was Peg. That'd be amazing.

Anyways, this story is about my dad's dad who was on death row back in the 1950s for a crime that he did not commit. That's just so intense. It's already his. I know, it sounds super sketchy and crazy, but it's a real last thing. I believe you.

I do too. This is kind of a long one, so strap in. Also, I'm not going, no, no, no. Yeah, I'm not going to mention the other guy's name as I'm not sure if he's still alive or not. Maybe as a family, I'll be respectful in that aspect. Good for you, man. So my grandpa.

Yeah. I just love the way you said that so earnestly that aspect. Good for you, man. So my grandpa. Yeah. I just love the way you said that so earnestly. Like, good for you, man. Yeah, good for you. I appreciate it. All right. So my grandpa, Harry Dale Bundy was convicted of a murder in 1956 for the murder of a grocery store clerk

and was sentenced to fucking death in Stark County, Ohio. Whoa. Y'all, the shit is crazy and I wouldn't have believed it unless my dad had shown me the old newspaper clippings. Ooh, can we see them? Oh, damn. Uh, uh, uh, newspaper clippings of the whole damn thing.

There's a whole article about this. Oh, I left the link for you below in case you're curious. Yeah, you did. Yeah, you did. I know you. I did it. I see you. I appreciate you.

Before I get into the nitty gritty, a few things about my grandpa. I did it. I see you. I appreciate you. Before I get into the nitty-gritty, a few things about my grandpa. I didn't know him as he passed away before I was born in the 90s. Yeah, 90s kids. But my family has told me stories. Apparently he was super into roller-saving and stuff. That's fucking iconic.

Just a really fun loving guy and he loved my grandma and his kids. Oh. Another thing you should know is that he was also an alcoholic. It is what it is, but it has kind of a big part in the story. When my grandpa was 38, he was friends with this 23 year old guy that he had worked with at a warehouse.

Work friends are hard to come by, so I'm sure my grandpa was like, yeah, let's do it. They hung out and drank together and even went on visits to our family in Zainsville, Ohio for the holidays. At one point when they visited, it had been reported in the news that two store clerks have been shot and killed in an apparent robbery attempt. I'll come back to this.

I'm going to be real. There are a lot of details to this story that the articles I've read get into, but I'm not going to give you the shorter version, but I'm going to give you the shorter version in a more personal way. My grandpa was working at the warehouse one night when this dude shows up and literally tells my grandpa that he had just fucking murdered his whole family and burned the house down.

Oh, and then deadass threatened him with a gun to keep quiet. My grandpa, I'm sure, was just like, okay, what do you do with that? Yeah, thinking he was just drunk or something and not actually serious. Well, sure enough, the next day it was just like, okay, what do you do with that? Yeah, thinking he was just drunk or something and not actually serious. Well, sure enough, the next day it was reported that this dude's family's house had burned to the ground

and two people were found charred in the house with bullet wheels. Holy shit. So of course, like any sane person, my grandpa was like, uh, yeah, I should probably report this. Yeah, apparently he was not just drunk. Mm-hmm. He obviously, he was not just drunk. Mm-hmm. He obviously, he was obviously hesitant

because who wouldn't be after being threatened at gunpoint, but he tipped off police. He then asked them to guard the house because he was afraid for the family that this guy would come after them. Yeah. Oh my gosh, I can't even imagine that must have been so stressful.

After a few days, the police apparently decided it was no longer necessary and stopped standing guard. What the fuck? I never get that. And it's always that's when they decide to stop and things happen. Well of course the dude comes to the house to threaten my grandpa and the family once again but eventually turned himself in. Now I would love to tell you that's how the story ended but it's not. You remember how I said that one night when they were in my grandpa's hometown, that two store clerks were shot? After turning himself in, this guy told the police that my grandpa Dale

was in a call-piless to the murder. It's murder's that night. So that was his like way of getting back at him. What a jackass. Wow. This fucking guy even tried to drag my grandma into the loop saying he stashed the guns at her house. I'm sure you're now thinking that's what witnesses are for, right?

You would be correct, but remember, my grandpa was an alcoholic and he didn't remember where he was that day. Oh no. That's so sad. So my grandpa went to trial in June of 53, and once again, this douche spun the story that my grandpa had come up with the plot to rob the store and get the money for Christmas presents. He told the jury that once inside

his gun accidentally went off, and then my grandpa shot and killed the other guy. What? Wow. Who even is this man? This man is terrible. Seriously. Once again, I cannot stress this enough? This man is terrible. Seriously. Once again, I cannot stress this enough.

This dude was a psychopath. After a long trial, my grandpa was sentenced to die by electric chair on November 8th, 1957. Wow. My grandma at this point was desperate and had somehow put out a plea across the country asking anyone for any information

that could exonerate my grandpa. She had three kids, my dad only being five at the time, and was not about to lose her husband to a crime she knew he didn't commit. Hell yeah grandma, now get ready for this because it is bonkers. On November 5th 1957, three damn days before my grandpa was set to be executed, my grandma's prayers were answered. My fucking deal about it again. Halfway across the country in Amarillo, Texas, as a girl was sitting at a bus terminal reading in a newspaper about my grandma's plea to save her husband and asking for any

information on the whereabouts of the guy who actually committed the murders, you know, because of course the dude had F and Bailed because he was guilty as hell. Of course. This girl recognized the guy's picture. According to my dad, she worked in a liquor store or something, but she said she had talked to him and recalled him telling her that he had already committed four murders and was about to commit a fourth one legally. A fifth one. I don't know why I looked at the night. About to commit a fifth one legally. A fifth one. I don't know why I looked at the night. It's a four. About to commit a fifth one legally. I think I was stuck on the legally pants. I was like, bye. Bye. Bye number. Of course, this chick was like, yo, pretty sure no murder is legal. Pretty sure. Me as well. He told her that he would quote, he would, sorry, oh my god,

I'm just stressed out. He told her that he would quote, have the law do it for him. What? Wow. So he was going to try to get that that's what this was. Yeah. He was committing a fist one legally by pinning it on the grandpa to have the law murder the grandpa for him. Oh, thank you.

He had gone through the whole thing and he was like, you know what, this guy just fucked me over. So now I'm gonna have it done legally, meaning I'm gonna get him for murder and I'm gonna have the police kill him for me. This is why I need you in my life. I'm saying that I'm gonna go on so over my head. What?

Wow. Again, this dude was a psycho. Yeah. Luckily, three damn days before my grandpa was about to be electrocuted for a crime that he didn't commit, he was exonerated. Holy shit. This guy was sentenced to 25 years. He wasn't tried for all the murders, not sure why. I feel like that always happened. That happens a lot, yeah.

And he was paroled in 1986. Y'all, I'm not sure if he's died since, so I'm almost hesitant to give my name. But I think he'd be like 86 at this point, so I guess it's not a big deal. Thanks for reading, especially since this story story could easily be a mini morbid as far as how much detail there really is. Love you guys, don't ever change lovely ladies. Fellow weirdo, should I say their name? Because they were a little hesitant.

That's what we won't. Yeah, it's from Jill. It's from Jill. Thank you Jill. Oh my goodness Jill. Not Jill. Wow. Thank you Jill. Oh my goodness Jill. Wow. Holy canole. Also, who's in this photo?

Is this your grandma and grandpa? Oh my god, please tell me it is. I need it to be. Please tell me it is. Oh my goodness. My, my computer's being so weird, so it's like not telling me who this is. Also.

Oh no. Ah! What? It's the dad of the stepmom on their wedding day. Oh! And if you pull up the picture of her grandpa, her dad and her grandpa are like identical. Oh my god. What the hell? I love that. And also, this listener sent this in pre-COVID times, but we didn't see it. Oh, we somehow miss it. I mean, there's so many listeners. Her tale, so we're going through them like,

with a fine tooth comb now. Oh yeah. So I'm so glad that we see this now. Oh my God. This is bananas, cuckoo nuts. You were absolutely correct. I'm astounded. And three days.

Three days. Imagine if that woman had realized it, like, too late, and that this guy was going around saying I'm gonna have him murdered Legally, I'm gonna have the put like the the justice system do it for me What and get away with murder the fuck holy shit. That's insane, dude. That's wilds. Okay guys You guys again delivered the shit out of listener tails. My goodness. I don't know how you do it. Wow, wow.

You're all living crazy lives out there. Yeah, what is the damn world? What's going on? But you know what? I love the grandma's story. Yeah, Sandy, Sandy. I love the pregnancy and Salem with a spooky spiritual guy. I love them all. I love all of them so much.

Oh wow. So with that being said, we do hope that you keep listening and writing these in. Yeah, and we hope you. Keep it. Wee-er. But that's the way that you brought a Ouija board. But like, oh my god, I feel like you should have

burned that Ouija board because that Ouija board had some secrets from the past that like, we didn't even, oh my goodness, so scary. Not so weird that you get Salmonella. But like, do you get, keep it so weird that you get salmonella at a pretty perfect time because you might have been murdered, had you not gotten salmonella. Cuckoo for cocoa grandma, just keep it so weird that you have that grandma. Don't keep it so weird.

No, do keep it so weird that a lady comes to the end of your bed and like kind of informs you that you're pregnant. Do keep it so weird. No, don't keep it so weird that you legally have the justice system murder someone, but I feel like I shouldn't have to tell you that. But also keep it so weird that you're the grandma who never stopped making sure that he was proven innocent. Boom, boom, and ad-free on Amazon Music. Download the Amazon Music app today, or you can listen ad-free with Wondery Plus and Apple podcasts.

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