Morbid - Episode 423: Listener Tales 66

Episode Date: January 27, 2023

Listener Tales 66!!! It's like route 66 but completely different. This installment of Listener Tales includes a tale about those hellacious 2016 killer clowns, a grandmother reincarnated into a little brother, a FUCKING wild tale of a flesh pedestrian making their presence known to several campers and so much more!! You guys are the cats meow and we are so obsessed with you!!! If you've got a listener tale please send it in to [e-mail] with "Listener Tale" somewhere 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 I am Ash. And this is morbid. But it's better because it's a listener tail. So it is. Brought to you by fuck fuck you. Let me off. Brought to you by you, for you, from you, and all about you, baby. Yeah.

We're in a listener tale mood today. It feels right. Yeah, it does. It's like dark and spooky at the end. Yeah, the vibe is right. We're feeling a little punchy, which is always like chef's kiss for a listener tale. I'm saying.

Always. Always feeling punchy. Today, we learned that there's gonna be a tsunami. I don't think it. I'm saying. Always. Always feeling punchy. Today, we learned that there's going to be a tsunami. I don't think it's an actual tsunami. Oh, it's not. I thought he was for real. One of our friends was like, there's going to be a tsunami today.

I thought he was serious. So he was saying it's like a tsunami in LA. In LA. Oh, he meant it's just like wet there. I thought that motherfucker really meant a tsunami was going to hit. And I was like, that's weird, because I watched the news this morning, wet there. I thought that motherfucker really meant to sue Nami was gonna hit. And I was like, that's weird because I watched the news this morning and there was nothing about that. I'm screaming.

I really thought. I'm screaming. Oh my god, I really, that makes sense because he also said it's so casual. Of course he did. That was like, what? Well, I was gonna say my thoughts are with y'all and I hope that you're not gonna get hurt, but like I guess it's just raining So, so fuck me, my thoughts are so with y'all cuz it's raining in LA Wow, I'm so

Spent right now. What the fuck? That's really funny That makes sense why like he wasn't really that nervous about it. You weren't in my head I was like everyone's acting so casual about this potential tsunami I also was like all right, so that's in California like how far is that kind of a fact? Oh, man Lali Kazawi. All right really sorry that you guys are having a rainy day And also same. We also are happy.

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Don't be. Don't be. Don't be. Don't be. Don't be. Don was gonna throw some thoughts out. That's about it. It's just gonna say, my mind is with you. Oh, okay. Thoughts and hugs. All right. Love and light to you guys on your rainy day. It's gonna say no way to transition out of this now. Yeah, this is really not. But I were to start my listener tails episode right now And it's called Just Yours. Just mine. Just yours. I meant to say my listener tail story.

The prison ghost wants to drag me to hell because he likes my long blonde hair. Mm. So is this you. I was going to say now I'm nervous. So his hey, my sexy morbid bitches. So I love, of course, always. Are you ready to hear about the time I was almost dragged

to hell by a prison ghost? Yes, yes. Well, too fucking bad because first I'm going to gosh, as everyone does. That's okay. Love the podcast. It's almost the end of 2022. And I just started listening in February and I'm almost almost always wow, I'm already almost caught up. I'm alright. Like eight apps behind. That's right. I listened to four years worth in 10 months So I might be a bit obsessed. We love you. That's okay. Also my apologies to Ash, but I started at the beginning Yes, the audio has gotten so much better But it wasn't terrible at the beginning if you ever need a third sister. I volunteer. I fit right in I'm in the middle of you guys in ages. That's kind of cool. That is cool

I swear I often think of you guys and ages. That's kind of cool. That is cool. I swear, I often think of Asha's jokes before she says them. I, too, am a writer, still unpublished, but what of? She's that dream girl. And my final selling point, I'm a Virgo, which is basically the cool version of a Capricorn sorry, Elena. That's actually very true, but you don't have to be sorry because that's in Elena's big three.

That's very true. I have a Virgo in there. So I'd fit right in. That's enough ass kissing onto the story of how a person goes wanted to drag me the hell. I live in the ass crack of America. AKA the Midwest. Sorry. For anyone not from there, let me spell it out for you. The Midwest fucking sucks. I'm not saying this. I'm reading. No, no. And there's shit, there's shit all to do to do So of course when my coworker page suggested we go to an overnight prison ghost tour I said yes. I would do that here. I would do that. We live in Boston where lots of things are going on

I would do that. I would do that wherever I lived. Yeah, to be clear. I'm not a ghost person I believe they might exist maybe but I've never encountered encountered one Wow, they have real Boston there. I was like in counted.'ve never encountered one while they look at their real boss in there. I was like, I'm counting. I never encountered a fucking ghost, kid. You that keeps happening to me lately. I'm, I don't know what's happening if I'm just reverting. Have you seen Papa a lot lately? Maybe that's what it is, but I think it's when we started the podcast, I tried to do the dialect thing, which is like

stifled the accent, because I didn't want it to be super annoying to anybody listening. And so I kind of did that, like, what actors do, I didn't want it to be super annoying to anybody listening. And so I kind of did that, like, what actors do, I guess, where they, like, just get rid of an accent. Did you go like, I tried to stifle a little, yeah. But I've become like, well, you guys know me now. And it's like, and it falls out every once in a while. People seem to think it's fine.

I don't think anybody's worried about it. So the other day, I think it was yesterday, actually, I said something to John, and I was like, well, we can just go back to Tag It. It's fun. And he was like, to what? To tag it. To tag it.

To tag it. I love it. And the girls were like, she said Tag It, Dad. Like, there's just like, I we know what that is. The girls are like our biggest height men, but especially yours. Even I will be like, oh, mum is gross. Like if you burp her something and they're like,

no, she's not. Oh, they are my little, our most joking. I love it. John's always like, oh my God. Yeah, he does. And it's just a group of like capricorns coming out of this. He doesn't stand a chance.

And a Virgo. And a Virgo. So there you go. But yeah, it's great. But tag it. Tag it. You think I would have plenty of ghost stories since I live in a fucking old house, probably not as old as yours, Elena. But I'm not sure as I don't know how old your house is or exactly how old mine is.

Old houses. We have a water bill from 1904 that says old house, but that's it. Fuck, not even three paragraphs in and I'm already off track. I did warn you. Honestly, relatable. Anyway, Paige and I decided to go to the Missouri State Prison for an overnight ghost tour. This sounds so funny. paragraphs in and I'm already off track. I did warn you. Honestly, relatable. Anyway, Paige and I decided to go to the Missouri State Prison for an overnight ghost tour. This sounds so fucking cool. I've included links to the prison, which does daytime

historical tours that I think would be cool as well as ghost tours. I've also included a link for the company that does ghost tours all over the countries. I'm sure that's cool. There's cool ones near you if you're so inclined. I am. You know, I've never done a Boston ghost tour. That's funny. I have. I've done one on a whim. I want to do the nighttime one. It's fun. Yeah. It's really fun. I want to go back. I want to go stunt again with Sam and Colby. Yeah, manifest it. Like it's happening again. We've already we like whether they want us to or not.

I know. It's like we're coming. We're essentially forcing a friendship and it's fine. Okay. Hey, Sam and and Cole, we love you! I'm just kidding. Yeah. Like, we're just like, we're coming back with you. We're actually pending restraining orders. That's what we speak. They're like, that's a no-go.

That's a no-go for me, ladies. So, whatever. There's so much. We're just kidding. So the ghost tour started at 10 p.m. and went until 6 am. So we ate at Red Robin, that's on your rings ever.

Oh, lies. No, no. Elpac Statehouse, stay-house. Oh, the Blue Manian, yeah. Baby. And they headed out. It was about a two and a half hour drive to Jefferson City. The universe really decided to set the fucking stage

because it was a cold rainy night. It knew what you wanted. And super fun. The road to Jefferson City is a because it was a cold rainy night. It knew what you wanted. And super fun. The road to Jefferson City is a one lane, twisty fucking highway. There I was feeling like Fred driving the Scooby Gang to the abandoned castle where I would inevitably and stupidly say, let's split up gang. The tour starts and I'm skeptical.

Some spirits were lighting up some orbs. People, including me and Paige, were feeling such things like cold breezes, hands grabbing us, etc. But still, I was skeptical, because Virgo, remember, you felt hands grabbing you and felt skeptical about.

Because I gotta tell you, like I'm a capricorn, I'm skeptical as fuck. But as soon as it goes tattooed, as soon as it goes blue into my ear, I was like, well, okay, I changed my entire outlook on all of this. I low-ghosts, baby, put their finger into my fucking back. And I, I've never been a skeptic.

Lucy. And you say anything could light an orb ever heard of batteries and remote controls. And it could have been just our in our heads that something was grabbing us. The thunder and the lightning and the cold dark prison could easily make our minds play tricks on us. I became a little more convinced when we went to the gas chamber where prisoners were actually killed. The people running the tour had some kind of box. I'm not a ghost hunting expert, so I don't know the official name, okay?

The box supposedly lets you talk to spirits or whatever. What's that called? I think it's a spirit box, actually. The spirit box and then there's the Oculus. Oculus, there's two different ones. As a group, we crowded into the theater. Yes, there was essentially a theater to view the executions. There still is.

And asked this box questions. It was muffled in otherworldly, but there were answers coming from the box. Not sure that this, not sure that could have been also rigged somehow, but it seemed real. I can't explain it. There was just something in the air. Maybe ghosts are real? A little later, we were in the Gen Pop cells doing the whole box experiment again, but with a twist. This time, one person put on headphones, so only they could hear the ghosts. And they could also hear the questions we were asking.

They also couldn't hear the questions we were asking, either. Some annoying guy went first. He was getting some interesting answers, but Paige and I both wanted a punch him in the throat. You know how some people just give off that gross energy? Yes. That was that guy. The tour guide asked for another volunteer and some girl went,

but she couldn't really hear anything. The tour guide then asked if anyone else wanted to go. Somebody from the second floor said, can I try? The tour guide said, sure. And that's when we realized I was the dumb fuck who it is. Oh my god, I'm dead. Page and I go down and with everyone's eyes on me, I place the headphones on. Looking back, I wonder how clean they were. But that's

another matter. With the headphones on, I couldn't hear anything other than the sounds of the other side. It's hard to describe how it sounded, almost static-y, but also kind of wooshy, like water. A little while ago, NASA released the sound from a black hole. Yeah, they did. Go listen to that. That's exactly what it sounded like. Maybe black holes are portals to other realms.

I think so. Anyway, all I heard was the wooshy, I love that she just drops that theory. She's just like, I don't know, maybe black holes are portals to other realms. Moving on anyway. Anyway, all I heard was the Wushie static at first until I heard a voice, a deep and disembodied voice.

Did you ever do that thing as a kid where you tried to talk to your friends underwater at the pool? Yeah. As a kid. As a voice sounded like that, I was gonna say, we still do that. We're doing that out here. Mixed with that static Wushing sound. The voice said yes a couple of times. As a kid. As a kid. As a kid. As a kid. As a kid. As a kid. As a kid. As a kid.

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As a kid. As a kid. As a kid. As a kid. As a kid. As a kid. As a kid. As a kid. As a kid. As a kid. alone. This was very scary for me, and I assumed there were multiple spirits around that wanted to be left alone. Then the voice said, none of your fucking business. Whatever spirit we connected with was getting angry, the spirit said, yes, I love it. And then the spirit practically screamed, none of your fucking business. Jesus. Then the scariest sound of all came through those headphones. Silence. The static and Wushing gone. And then through the static, up from the bowels of hell,

I heard my name. Clear as day, the spirit said, Jessica. Ladies, no lie, I honestly almost shat myself. That is not hyper, or hyperbole. I literally squeezed my cheeks together. I do not blame you. Just as suddenly as it stopped, the static whooshing came back.

The spirit once again said with increasing anger, leave us alone. Then the silence was back. It lasted twice as long as before. And then once again, clear as day, the voice said, Jessica, the last syllable was barely out before I yanked those headphones off. How did that spirit know my name?

No one had said it all night. I hate that. I was cold. And yes, I know it was cold, but I'm always hot and I had not been cold prior to this and I couldn't stop shaking. Whenever I was hearing through those headphones was another realm of that, of that I am sure absurd. Sorry.

Whenever I heard through those headphones was from another realm of that I am certain. There you go. I'm watching you're writing. How dare you? As we all moved through around the prison, Paige told me what the group had been asking. And weirdos, what she told me, still send shivers down my spine.

I was dying to know what they were asking. They started with some innocuous questions where the spirit was saying, yes. The worker had told us that the spirit liked blondes. And guess who's a dumb fucking blond? Me too. Apparently they had asked the spirit if he liked my long blond hair. And he said yes. That was when he said leave us alone.

That's right. It wasn't a bunch of spirits that wanted to be left alone. It was the spirit wanting to be left alone with me. And when they asked the spirit why he wanted to be left alone with me, the spirit said, none of your fucking business. Oh! I think we can all assume that ghost wasn't the Casper type and didn't want to just show me to his cool jail cell. Probably not.

They tried to ask the spirit's name, and that's when it became angry and told us to mind our own business again. The spirit once again had asked for them to leave us alone. So yeah, apparently a spirit of a maximum security inmate liked my hair and wanted to be left alone with me. And oh yeah, the spirit somehow knew my name. That's so fucked up. I was trembling for about an hour afterwards. Those headphones had maybe allowed some small piece of hell to enter my body through my ears. Never before have I been so happy that I have excessive your wax. Well, relatable

after the group tour. Around 3am we were allowed to explore the prison alone and we could borrow some ghost hunting equipment too. That's cool. There weren't any more of the fancy boxes, but we were able to borrow those rods that worked very well for Paige. We returned to the scene of the attempted hellish abduction, and we heard it. On the third floor and the empty darkness, there was a distinct clicking, like someone banging on the bars of a cell. Ugh, the rods wanted us to follow the noise. I had so many goosebumps, and I honestly don't know if my legs would have let me go towards the noise if I had even if I had wanted to. Paige and I held hands as we stared into the abyss.

You know that Homer Simpson meme when he's backing into the hedges? One of my favorites. We recreated that as we have backed down the stairs. We returned those rods and left that prison as fast as our fat Miss midwestern legs would let us. We're both convinced that noise was the same spirit trying once again to grab me and drag me down to hell. I'm scared. On the way out, we told the spirits thank you and asked them not to follow us home.

Smart. We've been told to do that when we left, but after meeting one that wanted me, we knew we absolutely had to. The ride home was quiet. It was still dark and rainy as I drove us down a windy, one lane road again. Page fell asleep, which I think we can all agree

is the last thing the passenger is supposed to do, right? Yeah, you got to stay awake early. The passenger is supposed to make sure the driver stays awake, but that is besides the point. I didn't even have the radio on. I literally drove in silence thinking about my experience. I was a skeptic before, but I fully believe that I was in contact with something

from the other side in those headphones. I never want to be in that kind of contact with a ghost again. Although Paige and I have been looking at other ghost tours near us, like I said, Ascrack of America, not a lot of entertainment options. That's it. That's my tale of how I was almost kidnapped to hell by a prison ghost who liked my hair. Maybe opt for a bad hair day if you know you'll be encountering ghosts. Thanks for reading this, ladies, and don't forget to keep it weird,

but not so weird that your hair attracts a long dead criminal who wants to be alone with you for nefarious reasons. P.S. Don't feel obligated to read this part. You'll, don't read it. I was like, don't read it. I thought it said don't read it.

It says don't feel obligated. It says don't feel, you know what, I don't feel obligated, but you wrote it. Yeah, I knew I gushed over you guys, but I seriously love your podcast and find you inspiring. That's really nice of you. Thank you.

I just finished two masters degrees. The fuck? I'm shouting that from the fucking rooftops. Two masters degrees. Yes, I got. And got a new job, hell yeah. And listening to the pod was motivating during study time.

That's fucking awesome. I also started my own True Crime podcast with all my free time, LOL. Tell me you're a Virgo without telling me you're a Virgo. It's an international True Crime podcast where I go to a different country every week. I love that. Ooh, that's a very good idea.

And it's called, is everybody ready with your pens to write it down? It's called, Have Murder, Will Travel. If you listen to it, start with the Canadian episodes because that's where the audio got better. You are one of us. I don't know, Jessica. I think I'm going to start at the beginning from the beginning.

I'm like, you guys in that my audio was not so good in the beginning and I know it could still be better. Anyways, I really just wanted you, ladies, to know that you are an inspiration to me and I'm sure others as well. Bye. Jessica, thank you so much. That's fucking awesome and everybody go listen to that podcast. I'm going to listen to it. And congratulations on listen to that podcast. I'm gonna listen to it. And congratulations on two mother fucking masters. What a badass.

Damn. I would have wanted to drag you to hell too. I mean, yeah. I mean, you're a catch. And you've got long hair. What are you talking about? You got just smat, you're driven. You're beautiful.

You're a girl. You just look like Linda, Vangelie, Stag. I go. I love with Longbow there. That's wild. That's a scary. That's basically when we were on the ship, the USS Salem, that they were sailors.

So they were, they were a person. They were not super respectful. No, and then at the end, they were like, we don't want to see ladies get the fuck off forever. I don't think they're, I think we were so horrified by them that maybe they were like, all right, then leave. I think they also didn't like that we cursed a lot. Yeah, I don't think they're, I think we were so horrified by them, that maybe they were like, all right, then leave. I think they also didn't like that we cursed a lot. Yeah, I don't think we were there kind of ladies.

Yeah, in the beginning, they were very gross. Like, when the member when Colby handed me the box and it just started saying like the most foul did they literally say like spread? Yeah, and literally said bed, and it said spread and tease. And I was like, you can have this back. I literally just had to sit back.

And then when I handed it back to him, it was like, knee broken. Like you just started talking and like when I was in a whole thing. And I was like, what the fuck? Yeah, that shit was not cute. I was terrified. Oh, that was a scary one.

But I want to go. I don't know if I want to go back to the USS Salam. I think I got everything I needed. I would go back there again. I thought it was, but I really want to go. I mean, I want to go back to the USS Salam. I think I got everything I needed. I would go back there again. I thought it was, but I really want to go, I mean, I want to go to like the Velliska house really bad. I just need to see that. I want to go to the Velliska house,

but everything in my body is saying, don't do that. Don't do that, don't do that, girly girl. There's a few that I want to go to. So hopefully we'll be in between. Yeah, I agree near future. Yeah, even Sam and Colby said that. The Velliska axe house was very intense. It was one of the most intense. Yeah. I Sam and Colby said that. The Voluska Axe House was very intense.

It was one of the most intense. Yeah. I think I'd just never been ghost hunting before and that was the first time. So it was a lot of fun. That was like the first like real time. Yeah, it was a lot of fun. But thanks Jessica.

Thank you Jessica, you into a cult over shot nine times or fell in love with a vampire or went into a minor surgery and woke up one week later, paralyzed? What would you do? I'm Whit Missildine, the creator of this is actually happening, a podcast from Wondry that brings you extraordinary true stories of life-changing events told by the people who lived them. From a young man that dunes his entire future with one choice, to a woman who survived a notorious serial killer,

you'll hear their first-person account of how they overcame remarkable circumstances. Each episode is an exploration of the human spirit and personal discovery. These haunting accounts sound like Hollywood movies, but I assure you this is actually happening. Followed this is actually happening wherever you get your podcasts. You can listen to Add Free on the Amazon Music or Lundery app. You are. I know it's time for listener tale. My grandmother, or my grandma, excuse me, is reincarnated into my brother. I'm obsessed with that.

That's really cool. It says, hi. Sorry for the length. Never be. But I put this story into a word document for an easier read. Thank you so much. Hi ladies, my name is Tatum and you can use my name. What? All the names involved.

I love how you spell your name. I do too and that's one of my favorite names. I've been a listener for years and have many different spookier odd stories that I share on various occasions, but I've been contemplating for a while now sending this story in. But I have listened back on episodes where reincarnation is mentioned, so I figured why not share my experience? Let's go.

I'm so sorry that this is so long. Never be. But the background is needed to understand the impact of the story. First, hearing, quote, my grandma is reincarnated into my little brother, some people don't believe it until I tell them my entire story, so get ready.

To start, my dad's parents died tragically when he was 14. It was a murder suicide leaving my dad and his younger siblings as orphans until my great-grandparents, my grandma's parents, took them in and raised them. Flash forward to when my dad was 22. He and my mom were married and he had me, three years later had my sister,

and three years after that, they had my brother. My dad's siblings were all younger than him, so they began having kids when I was about 11, making all my cousins at least 10 years younger than me. So in 2015, my dad's brother and his wife just had a baby and we're planning on having more after a little time had passed. Being that my family is the type to never not have a baby and we're planning on having more after a little time at past.

Being that my family is the type to never not have a baby with a family, I love that. My parents contemplated if they should have just one more before they go too far into advanced maternal age. Oh, we love to hear that statement from them. It's a much nicer way to say it. The geriatric pregnancy. Yeah. Like, oh, fun fact. I just read an article that said that there's literally no such thing. Good. Like it's not real. Yeah. And stop saying it to people. Exactly. At that point, my parents were turning 37 and already had three kids that were 14, 11, and eight. Oh, bless your parents. They wanted to just begin again. To everyone else, this sounded absolutely crazy because they only had 10 more years

and would reach the home stretch and be finished raising kids. But the idea is still bounced back and forth and their minds for a little bit. I feel that. Yeah, I mean, I always think you're like, you're just a little baby.

Well, and I think that, I mean, I don't know from experience, obviously, but I could see that happening when like all your kids, you're like, oh, like we don't even have that much time left. Like, should we just do it again? Yeah, and they're like, they get to like the age where you're like, oh, like we don't even have that much time left. Like should we just do it again? Yeah, and they're like, they get to like the age where you're like, I feel like you're getting so much older and I can't see you baby.

Good, I feel that. I want to lean in to have another baby so badly. I will not. She says no more. No more. But I have a little more time before I'm ready. So two C sections is enough for me. But why do you just do one more?

Because like three is a good number. Make it three. You know, we're not even in your own. That's true. That's very true. Yeah, we'll talk. We'll talk often, I guess.

You're like, you're not going to decide that I have a baby. Like, what the fuck? Everyone listening is like, what the hell? I'm like, listen, it's fun. It's happening. Anyways, eventually they decided against having one more and a few months passed without mention of it.

Until in August of 2015, my dad told my mom that he had a dream and his mom, my grandma, visited him in it. He said that my grandma came to him in this dream and told him that they should have another baby. The baby would be healthy, it would be a healthy pregnancy and finally that it would be a boy. When my dad woke up, he told my mom the dream, and they decided, why not just try,

and if it doesn't happen, then it's not meant to be. Well, it did happen. My mom got pregnant the first time they tried after having an IUD in for almost 10 years. That is crazy. Damn. Fertile myrtle over here. And then my eight yearyear-old brother,

uh, wait, what? 10 years after my then eight-year-old brother was born. I thought that's not in my eight-year-old brother was born. And I was like, I don't understand. And to like miracle. Whoa, that's a healthy pregnancy. Skipping the whole pregnancy, there was no complications, even though my mom was technically

in advanced maternal age. My brother, yes, my grandma was right about the sex of the baby, was born in April 2016 and was completely healthy. Now it gets to the spooky part. When my brother was a baby, there would be times where he would just talk to the walls, laugh at empty spaces, or clap and move his arms to something that no

one else saw. Obviously, it freaked us out a bit, but it was nothing we would, we found concerning until he could start talking. The first incidents that made us question things is when he looked at a picture of my grandma. In this picture, my grandma and my great grandma are leaning on a chain link fence at a baseball game. When my brother saw that picture, he began pointing to my grandma and saying that it was him. Whoa. So casually, we asked where the picture was taken. At the time, he was only two. He could say a few words,

but when we asked where this picture was taken, he told us baseball. Holy shit. Weird, but okay, and we left it alone. Once he got a little older and could talk more and more, this is where we could really tell that something was off, to the point where I started taking note of every single thing he said that would make us turn our heads. There was an instance when he was about three or four and he told us randomly that he

was born in the 1960s. What? We told him, no, you were born in 2016, and he was insistent that he was definitely born in the 1960s. Well, my grandma was born in 1962. Oh shit. Another odd instance was when he was around five and we were sitting in the car talking about owning various pets.

Since my brother has been born, we have had the same two dogs his whole life. But in the car, he told my mom and I, we used to have a cat, remember? We replied, no, you've only ever had our dogs. And we have never had a cat. He said, we used to have a cat at our old house. And we got rid of it, don't you remember? And we replied, no Lincoln, we have only had dogs at the house we live in now.

You didn't live in our old house. We did move in 2012 to the house we currently lived in, but he never even stepped foot in our old house being that he was born in 2016. At this point, he was getting upset with us and said, no, we had a cat and we got rid of it because it bit someone. Confused and tired of arguing, we just left it alone

until we asked my dad whether or not they had a cat growing up. My dad is a bit skeptical. So we would keep things that my brother had said secret until we felt it necessary to ask about it like in this situation. Turns out my dad did have a cat growing up. It was his mom's cat. And they did have to get rid of it because it bit my aunt when she was little. My dad also said that my grandma was so upset

that they got rid of the cat. Also, with the mention of an old house, my brother would describe a house that he lived in that was similar to the house my dad had grown up in. I'm like getting chills. This is like something that I'm just like, it's so fucking crazy that this happens. And it's one of those things where you're like,

I want this to happen to me, but also like, I want this to happen to me, but also I don't want this to happen to me because I would be so fucking freaked out. Seriously. I'd be like, what is this, John? Oddly enough, the bond that my dad and little brother have, along with my little brother and great grandfather, is insane.

They both feel that his energy's different than the rest of us, and we say it's because they've known one another before. That's so beautiful. I love that. There have also been other instances where he would call people names only my grandma called them or would know stores that we were specifically around when my grandma was alive. And when we ask where he heard that from, he doesn't give us an answer. He either gets embarrassed or becomes too upset at the question and will tell us, I can't answer that. I don't know what to say. Or he'll become uncomfortable and just say, I don't know, and move back to whatever he was doing before.

Finally, the connection he has with the spiritual world is random being that we're not a super religious family. He's told us, Mommy, I don't want to die, then I have to start all over again as a baby, or that he doesn't want to go back to God or heaven. Like I said, not a super religious family, so there's really no mentioning of God or heaven or Jesus in our house. Wow. Finally, last summer, I went to a medium, and she came in contact with my grandmother.

She described her to a T and was telling me things that my grandma wishes she could say to my dad. After the reading, my mom and I were talking about this reading and our living room with my family. My little brother was on his tablet when I explained, she told me a woman who was coming forward, who was a grandmother figure with black curly hair and she was short. My brother interrupted me and said, can you just stop talking about me please? And immediately went back to his game. Oh my god, that's hilarious. I love this grandma too. She's like, just, she's like talking about me.

Freaked out. My mom and I stopped talking about it and never asked him any more questions about these things because like I said, he gets upset and uncomfortable with various questions about it. It's probably confusing because it's like, maybe it's like a part of him as your grandmother but then a part of him has to be him, you know?

Like, it's confusing because he of him as your grandmother, but then a part of him has to be him, you know? Like, it's confusing because he's so little. Yeah. Unfortunately, he is six now. So the memories he did hold from a past life are being replaced by the current memories during his life now. I truly believe my grandma came to my dad in that dream

because she knew she would be reincarnated into my brother and would finally get the time spent with our family that she missed out on. Like I said, I apologize for the length again. Don't! Never! Also, let me know if you would like to hear yes more about the other content or weird occurrences I have. And finally, if you got this far, thank you so much for reading. Thank you!

Thank you for sending that in. Hey, dumb! Fucking nuts! That's like beautiful and I want you to know that Deb literally wrote the little note to us and said, I just love these stories. I love these stories too. Also, you're so pretty.

I can see your alarm. Well, email picture. We have the cutest listeners. We do, you're just so tall, I'm tall. Oh, man. All right, that was nuts. That was wild. That gave me the chills.

Me too. Ah. Woo-hoo. Uh, so let's see. I'm going to go with summer camps, skinny dipping, and flesh pedestrians. Alrighty. I'm going to do that. Alright, this one says, Hello, Ash and Alaina.

Before I start, feel free to use my real name. Thank you. I'm Maddie, a writer and graphic designer from San Francisco. As of a few months ago, I'm a new morbid listener too. Hey! ever since coming across my first episode of Listener Tales, I knew one day I would find the words to tell this story. The time has come. I want you to know, in Listeners 2, that the story is 100% true, unexaggerated, and unexplainable. I've changed names for the privacy of people involved. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for being the best part of my daily afterwork beach walk. Oh, that's lovely. I'm so glad we get to do that with you. And I can see your little picture too and you're adorable. Oh, and you even gave a read time. You guys are just

next level. 11 minutes and 30 seconds. I was eight years old when my parents dropped me off at sleep away camp for the first time. It was a small Christian camp on a lake and new Hampshire. And if you're familiar with Christian subcultures, I am not. This was the two, not two spiritually traumatic type of Christian camp with campfires. Capture the flag, water skiing, co-ed dances, and Jesus loves you type of Bible studies.

All right, not the speaking in tongues, exorcisms, women should submit to their husbands, Satan is coming for you type of Christian camp. That's like the one that Andrew told us about. Yeah, that is. And thankfully, there was no talk of demons, possessions, or any of that spiritual warfare stuff. If you know, you really know.

Take your rick. There you go. My 45 pound Twiggy Legged, eight year old self had such a heavenly time in the New Hampshire woods that summer, I love that. That I went back every year throughout my childhood. I learned to water ski. I hiked hundreds of miles in the white mountains. It made some incredible lifelong friends. And sure, we love to tell ghost stories around the campfire or jump out at each other in the woods

at night, but camp was the safest place on earth to me. That is, until it wasn't. Oh no. By high school, I was spending two full months at camp every summer. And this year was extra special. I was 16 years old, and it was my last year as a camper. After this, my best friends and I would age out. And we would be, we were determined to make it a summer to remember.

There were 12 of us bunking in a cabin together that summer, with two college age counselors there to lead Bible studies, and make sure we weren't piercing each other's ears, which we were. This old discabin was known to have a lot of traditions passed down over many generations of campers. Initiations, late-night dance parties,

stolen ice cream from the camp kitchens, and singing around the campfire with our brother, Cabin. This sounds adorable. It sounds like bug juice. I was thinking about bug juice. It doesn't come in a jar. Cuz it comes from who you are.

But there was one tradition that was so secret. We swore up and down, we'd never tell a soul. Not even our future husbands or children or children's childrens. And I'm sharing it with you now because I learned recently that this tradition has been lost to time for better or for worse. I say for better or for worse

because it was during this tradition that I experienced the most frightening night of my life. I am literally so fucking effing myself. I'm ready. So I'm going to let you in on this sacred ritual. On a few special nights throughout the summer, we would sneak out of our cabin, trek through the woods, and down to the lake, and skinny dip under the moonlight. I love.

Now it may sound innocent enough, but if there's one thing to know about camps, sneaking out was strictly forbidden. Some of the older administrators that camp patrolled the 500-acre property by night with flashlights, searching every corner for canoodling campers or heaven forbid some kind of intruder. There was even an old wives tale about camp in the 70s when someone on night patrol found a man sneaking into the onto the property by boat. When police arrested him that night, they found duct tape, rope, and a 10-inch knife in his backpack. To aim or all of the story, if you were caught out after hours, you'd be shipped home by morning. On this fateful night, things did not go quite as planned. It was 1 a.m. when I woke up to my baby G watch oh my god baby G. My baby G watch alarm beeping next to my ear.

I turned it off before it beeped again. Since I was a light sleeper, I'd been chosen by my campmates, my cabin mates to be the designated alarm. From the top bunk, I peered down to see our counselors still sound asleep in the bloom light of the moon. Phew, this was all part of the plan. Oh, I can see this. To the fact that you snuck out with counselors

in the room with you, it's like, whoa, that's intense. A spool. Bad ass. I slipped out of bed wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and wool socks. I wasn't normally a sleep and socks kind of person, aka, I'm not a sociopath. Thank you. I was literally just about to say that, so I appreciate you saying it for me.

But this was the uniform for skinny dipping nights. I woke my bottom bunkmate trying my best not to rattle the metal bed or trip over the hiking boots to your cost of floor. If our counselors woke up, we'd be in serious trouble. My God, so intense. I know. They're like right there. Haley. I whispered pressing her shoulder. She opened her eyes. I pointed towards the door and

mouthed. Let's go. And so Haley slipped out of her sleeping bag and woke the girls in the bunk beside us. And quietly as we could, we crept out of the cabin door into the chilly New Hampshire night. Haley and I walked hand in hand in nothing, and I mean nothing, but thick wool socks and oversized t-shirts down the gravel pads, weaving through the woods towards the lake front. It was a half mile walk and the air was frigid, and the woods were dense around us. We walked in silence, just squeezing each other's hands and anticipation,

knowing that our ten cabin mates would be coming in twos just minutes behind us. It was best not to travel in the large group, so we would stay undetected. You guys are smart. I know, you had this down to a 10. We were on high alert. The quietest sound could tip off night patrol that campers were out of bed. As we limped along the path without headlines, the head lamps to light our way, we tripped over roots and sharp rocks that poked up through our socks. I felt safe with Haley. She was one of my closest friends, bold, pragmatic, and unafraid. She could find a silver lining in anything. And to this day is one of the smartest humans I know. Oh. She works as a researcher and epidemiologist at Harvard now. OK, Haley.

I say this because what happened next cannot be explained away by science, not even by Haley. We were nearing the lake, weaving our way down a widening tree-lined path when we heard a branch crack in the woods. It was as if someone just a few yards to our right hidden in the pine trees had taken a step. We froze. We stopped walking and held our breath, squeezing each other's hands, a dim lamp post in the distance cast a warm light on the path. I turned to look at Haley and

could see fear in her eyes. She broke the silence and whispered to me, it's probably just a deer. I nodded. We started walking again. But this time someone or some thing was walking alongside us in the woods. Just off the path. With each step we took, we heard leaves and twigs crunch to our right. When we stopped, the footsteps stopped too. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. I still remember the feeling in my body like my blood had turned to ice and my veins. Even in the cold night air, I held Haley's hands so tightly now we were slick with sweat. We walked faster, eager to reach the waterfront where the woods opened up to a sandy beach, and the moonlight reflected off the water.

It seemed safer there. We couldn't turn back now. The walk back to the cabin was pitch dark and wooded. It was safer to continue on. We walked faster and the steps began again in the woods, but they were getting closer. Twig snapped and leaves crunched, and suddenly the footsteps quickened until they were crashing through the woods towards us. They'll think you.

We stopped again and Haley let out a tiny whimper, and this time the steps did not stop with ours. The crashing continued, frantic and nearly on top of us. And then it emerged. Shining in the lamp light, a snarling, hairless creature barreled across the path just in front of us. It hissed and choked as if its throat was constricted. Its motion was thrashing, frantic, and frenzied. It barreled across the path, hunched over on all fours, like some kind of contorted,

long-limbed naked human. I remember its emaciated form in arched spine, and the sound of its frenzied steps lurching over the rocky path like hooves. And then without even glancing our way, it disappeared down the hill into the woods towards the lake. What? What the fuck did you see? What?

What? Bitch, were you at Hogwarts? What? What? What? I, did you shit all over the floor? I got shwifty? What? Did you shit all over the floor and got shwifty? What?

Did you shit yourself? I was in shock. Like I was in shock. Haley and I stood in silence for what felt like an eternity afraid to move or breathe. Oh my God. I was trembling. What was that? Haley whispered back, terrified. And before we could say another words, another word, another word, another words. Two friends

came tiptoeing down the path, approaching us hand in hand, cheering unaware of the horror. We had just witnessed my own eye. And looking back, I don't know why we didn't say something to them in that moment, but we grouped up in silence and continued our pilgrimage down to the lake. Are you shitting? They were like, we really wanted a skinny dip. For real. Haley and I squeezed each other's hands so tightly

that our fingers turned white and sweat pulled between our palms. I racked my brain for some reasonable explanation. A mangy, rabid coyote? No. It couldn't be. This was larger than any coyote or wolf I'd ever seen. A fisher cat?

No. A sick deer? No. No, no. No, no, no, no. None of it made sense. Why didn't it eat you? It's a not deer.

It's not even not a not deer. Why didn't it eat you? We scared him to the lake that night, and crept quietly back into our beds undetected. You just told me that that mother fucking creature had in toward the lake, and you still went into the, what if that was the creature of the mother fucking black lagoon?

What if it was in the lake with you? What if it grabbed your foot? It was right under your feet, I know it. It was looking at it. It was right under your feet. It was looking at it. It was just looking at the feet, and it was just going,

and it was like about to touch. And then it did. Oh my god. And you were just in there in the lake. You were in there swimwear going to the bullshit. Oh god. Girlfriend. Though Haley and I convinced the whole group

to walk back together this time without sharing what we'd seen, we didn't want to scare them. And more than that, we didn't even have the words yet. After creeping back into the cabin that night, I got into Haley's lower bunk and we stayed up whispering to each other, trying to process the horrific thing we'd seen. I was so relieved that she'd seen it just the way I had. The snarling sounds, the hairless limbs, protruding spine and hoofed feet. That was the devil.

That was the devil. That was the devil. That was the devil the devil that was Clayton site site Clayton It seemed terrified like it was running from something she said. Oh, no, what the fuck is that thing running from yeah for real No, you you gotta leave the continent like I was the fuck was I'm getting out of here Well, what, you say? Where are you far from that? What was that thing running from?

And that's why Mama doesn't camp in New Hampshire. No! Do you hear that, brother-in-laws, or any of the family that listens, I am never camping. No, just this right here. Goodbye. But she said, I thought so too. I'm not a woo-woo person. To be honest, to this day, I'm a bit of a cynic, even rolling my eyes at ghost stories, astrology, paranormal sightings, or healing crystals. But I will never forget the feeling of evil,

unspeakable darkness that's around to that creature. That creature didn't make you a believer in a astrology or a believer. Or a believer. Or a believer. Or a believer. Any kind of a believer. For many years after that, we never spoke of it again. I would speak of it every day. Every single day. I'd be like,

imagine if me and you saw that. We would never shut the fuck up again. We would never shut the fuck up about it. I'd go sploo in my ear and I have told everyone that I have ever known. Retweeted. Every day for the rest of my life. We're fucking tweets. So this happened? Like I would, I'd be telling everybody.

I would write a fucking news call in the same headline every day about it. I would never say that. I saw a creature in the woods bitch. That would be my headline. Oh, but oh, there's more though. That's something happened in my early 20s just a few years ago that brought it all flooding back. We weren't the only ones to see that creature that night. Hwa? Oh, I'm in. I'm in. Okay. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I'm 28 years old now and Haley is married.

I was a bridesmaid in her wedding, adorable. And at the Bachelorette party, all her dearest friends gave toast. I decided it was finally time to relive that terrifying night. This time, under a more light-hearted lens. If you're ever going to live through something inexplicable and traumatic, you want Haley by your side. I told the story for the first time with an audience of Haley's closest friends, sparing no details about this evil thing we'd seen in so many years ago at Summer Camp.

Afterwards, another bridesmaid approached me. A mutual friend would grow up with that camp. She never heard the story before, and she was uncharacteristically serious. I have to tell you something. I don't want to share this with the whole group. It might have thrown off the mood. But you have to talk to my sister, talk to my sister, Erica. She was working at camp that summer, and she saw something that looked just like that. And so she retold Erica's story, and I had chills running over my whole body. Do you see my arms? Even writing this now, I feel a bit trembling inside.

Even listening to it me as well. Oh! Erica was a counselor at Camp that very same summer, just a few years older than us. She snuck out of her cabin late one night to meet her camp crush down by the like, oh my god. They were gonna canoe doll. Get it! But I think this hairless creature might have ruined the mood.

Yeah, that's, that'll do it. They hid in the shadows on the porch of the scuba shack. The scuba shack is a little building just perched on the shore of the lake. Housing scuba tanks and gear for campers and want to get certified to dive. That makes sense. Very cool.

Erica and her summer crush. Another counselor from the Boyce Camps at Kissin and Whispering when they heard something crashing through the woods. Oh my God. What a fucking mood killer. For real? For killing tins. The very same direction, Haley,

and I'd watch this creature go, is it ripped past us and down toward the lake. They looked on in horror as a hairless thing, heaving and snarling on all fours, crept towards the water's edge, hunched over in the moonlight, and drank water from the lake. It drank lake water. It didn't look at them, or seemed to know that they were there at all.

It paused for just a moment at the water's edge, then took off frantically back into the forest. Why is this becoming like comical though? But I just like picture this thing like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's thirsty. It's like, I kind of love it. It's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, Glugs some liquid IV really quick and then like run back upstairs into the shower

So it was you that summer It was me you scared the campers. It was me. It's just me when I work out I get really see my face that I'm looking at her with right now cuz I'm like, I don't know Just ask John he'll tell you I just snore on my way downstairs all sweaty Gross I grab a liquid IV. I just chug it. I just snorearl my way downstairs off-sweaty, gross. I grab a liquid IV, I just chug it, I just snarl my way upstairs. You're so weird. Like what? What?

I am so scared. He was just working out. Okay, so the next morning, the camp pastor called an emergency meeting. I bet he fucking did. And this is where things take even more terrifying turn. Pastor Greg said said it's the devil. It's a devil. Please Clay. He has come to us. He has come in to this Christian guy. I don't know he's like a new hamster. We're like giving him a very strong. He's not the camp. He's here guys. He's here. He's not the king. He's here, guys. He's here. That's what he said. He's here. This is where things take an even more terrifying turn. I know

this man well. We'll call him Pastor Greg. He's a kind middle-aged theologian. He spent his thumbers, his thumbers, his thumbers. He spent the thumbers offering men to the church. I was like, you'll still look at the word theologian. Yeah, I sure sure. We spent his summer's offering mentorship to the camp staff. That's very nice of him. During the year when camp was an in session, he passed a Presbyterian church on the East Coast for those who don't know.

Presbyter, I don't know actually, so thank you for telling me. I don't either. I never know the differences. No, me either. Presbyterian Christians are stereotypically stiff. Sometimes called gods frozen chosen. Wow, all right.

Good to know. They don't worship with their hands up or cry in church, and they definitely don't talk about demons or dark spiritual things. Also, he didn't do that. Oh, thinks stayed hymns, wooden church benches, and community potluck dinners. Oh, kind of the like. That's it. Yeah, that's what I would make sense.

Do you know what a state him is? I do not. I assume just him. Okay. But on this morning, Pastor Greg gathered the camp staff together for an unprecedented morning meeting, looking unusually solemn. I didn't sleep last night, and I'm not sure how to say this.

He looked around at the group of 40 apprehensive counselors. I woke up with a weight on my chest, like something evil was here on camp grounds. I woke up with a weight on my chest, like something, something evil was here on campgrounds. I don't know. I've never felt something like that before. So I just stayed up and prayed. And I know camp is a safe place and God is present here. But I felt I needed to share this. There is a dark presence and I encourage you all to be in prayer and stay vigilant. Can you fucking imagine? And is it terrible that if I was in this meeting, I would be so fucking excited.

I would be like, say it again with the accent. Yes. Like, give it your all. What's midnight message? Once more with feeling, Pastor Greg. I'd be like, are we in the next season of midnight mass? I'd be like, go. Are we going on a hunt tonight?

I'd be like, Mike Flanagan, are you here? I'd be like, are we gonna light our torches and just like, what's gonna happen? Like, I don't wanna kill it or anything, I just wanna see it. Yeah, I gotta know. I would be so freaking excited. Hearing something evil is here on campus,

I'd be like, I'd be like, let's fucking find it, Pastor Greg. We're in a horror movie. I would be so excited. So, Erica and her camp crashed in Dare-Tell Pastor Greg about what they'd seen that night because they were practicing abstinence. Because they were naked.

And now, years later, her younger sister was sharing her account for the very first time with me. I felt the blood drain from my face. I didn't know whether it feel better that I wasn't alone or like my understanding of the world as a safe place undisturbed by some dark unseen power was shattering before my eyes. Even Pastor Greg, with his cheerful and composed demeanor, had felt disturbed by a dark presence

I camp. As I'm writing this, it's been over 10 years since that horrific encounter, and it's still the most scary, most unexplained thing I've ever seen. It has me questioning everything I believe about the world, God, and the thin veil between our worlds and some other world of other. More and more in my adulthood, I can't believe I'm even using that word. I'm starting to believe there are rare spiritual places in the world where that veil is especially thin. Totally. Totally. And sometimes frightening and dark things can crawl through it. And

maybe more often, beautiful, divine things peek through it too. Camp is one of those thin places, I guess. And I know I came out on top with enough amazing friends and wild memories in those New Hampshire woods to last a lifetime. So, as I like to say, keep it weird, but not so weird that you find yourself half naked in the New Hampshire woods confronted by a horrifying, hairless, blush pedestrian that makes you question everything

you know about the world. Yeah, don't keep it that weird, or maybe fucking do. Maddie, that was crazy. Also, I have a little bit of a theory, because at camp there's plenty of kids like sitting around telling like ghost stories and shit, and then you get super freaked out.

Like everybody's freaked out at camp a little bit. And things like that, like to feed off of it. So it's like rife for this kind of activity. The energy is right. That's my theory. That's yours. I like it. That's it.

Damn. That was one of my favorite listener tales that we've ever been sent to. That took me. And I'm not even joking. I visualized that entire thing. Me too. I felt like I was watching a movie

and I think you maybe should write a book about it. I think you should make me TM that. TM, TM, TM. TM for Maddie. Yes. TM for Maddie. Reserving the rights. For Maddie.

Reserving rights. Yes. Do you ever see people sign off emails like that? I never know what that means. But you know what, we're doing it for you. I'm just going to start doing it. I'm going to be like, happy Monday. Here's this.

Reserving rights. You're going to be like, what? We're going to get 800 emails explaining to you. Yes. That's what I'm doing. Thank you. You're gonna get 800 emails explaining to me about that one, that one, that one. That's a few percent. Thank you. You're welcome. You're welcome. Sorry, Nepda. I My next one, I don't even wow just how do you even follow that? I guess I'm gonna follow it with the time I needed a mother fucking clown Yeah, I think you are gonna follow that. I think I'm gonna oh when I see dogs. So let's fucking go pep-ache

Funny you're really funny lately. Thank you lately No, just like you're funny always, but you're really funny lately. I appreciate that. You're welcome. All right, hello, Queens of all the creepies. I have attached a word document because I'm a piss poor adult and a little drunk. See, I was about to read this.

So I can't figure out PDFs on my new computer. Don't tell my husband, he would never let me live it down. I think he might know now. You guys are the best, and I'm glad that I'm not the only weirdo. I have changed my name within the word document, but I hope you enjoy this little story. Never mind the grammar. Spell check and auto correct can only do so much. It's been years since I've actually typed up anything that didn't include emojis or some sort of

gift. Amazing. I have attached my pictures of my dogs because they're more popular than my husband and I. They're beautiful. Have a great day and continue being the baddest bitches I quote unquote no. I love you. I love you. I love your dog wrapped up in his little boy, Glee. Little boy Glee. I think this is you and your husband and that's for you. You're adorable.

You're adorable. Personality pick and this other dog is so cute too. Doggies. All right. How I eat it this mother fucking clown plus some random shit you might find interesting. I'm already in. Elena and Ash. Let me just say that you guys are the tips.

You're the tips. You are. My bar nickname is Katie, since it's close enough to my name that I will respond, but not my name, so they can't find me, so call me that. I love that. I'm a newer listener and I've been listening to it non-stop. It helps me with my mind numbing boredom, my experience when it's slow at work. I love listening to you guys.

If you read this on the pod, I will lose my fucking mind. Go get it, but honestly it might already be lost. But if you giggle to yourselves, that would just make me happy too. I'm gonna giggle to myself and to you. And to you. You guys remind me of my best friend and I talking shit about true crime and wondering how the fuck we didn't end up dead.

Let's just say we were teenage dirt bags. Oh, we just would be proud. At first I was like, what? We had many alcohol and drug-filled adventures. We've woken up in a field a couple miles away from home after three, four locus. Two, three, four. Are you alive? If you know, you know.

Okay. We broke into, yes, we broke into an abandoned preschool and proceeded to throw a rager with a couple of gang members. What? I stole a guy's phone to send text to everyone on his football team that he would only fuck his human- Ah! His human-

What? What? That he would only fuck his human-sized fuzzy dragon which he actually had. He keeps in his closet because it was the only way he could feel anything. Oh my God. That's right, distracted him. Oh my God. That's fantastic. That's fantastic.

That fucker crossed the wrong bitches. I'm obsessed. Did I love that that was your revenge? Don't get me wrong. I don't kink shame. But he was the very definition of a Chad and terrorized the alphabet mafia at my school. Oh, yeah, he did deserve it. What's the alphabet mafia?

LGBTQ. Oh, wow, I should know that, as a member. I feel like I'm the member of it. Anyway, as you have obviously realized that I am the queen of tangents, my ADHD will not allow me to keep on topic for more than five minutes. I'm writing in a stream of thought

with Ship Poor Grammar and probably the wrong format because my bestie and I are about five to 10 beer steep and she's been begging me to send some of the stories I have. I'm obsessed with this. I love your friendship. We love a drunk listener. Drunk listener. Drunk listener tells forever just like do it at home.

You would never know we graduated with honors based on the format of the stories. I'll get to the point. I promise. The story will be somewhat short and a sweet little adventure of when I made some dumb asshole rethink his life choice. Hell yeah. You remember that horrific time in 2016? Yes. Ish time is relative. When dumb mother fuckers decided it would be a fucking great idea to chase

people around and goddamn clown costumes with knives. I do and I did not enjoy that time. No that was a weird fucking moment. Side story. I was fucking terrified of that time and so were you actually. We were both terrified. Oh, John terrified and we were talking to John about it one night And that mother fucker thought that it would be funny when he was walking Bob We didn't even think of it. We were like freaked out I think we were watching something scary too and this mother fucker just slammed his whole body on the window behind us Yep, and I probably shit on your couch that The scare I thought my heart literally stopped. I was like cardiac arrest.

I thought I was gonna murder you. I was not pleased. But I didn't. But he thought it was great. He was cackling. Never heard of laugh that hard in my life. No, he loves mess up a lot. He does.

Anyways, you have obviously realized that I'm the queen. Oh, I just read that entire thing again. But you know, all my adult life, I have been in the food industry. I was a server, a hostess, a bartender, you get it. I see a lot of shit that you can never unsee, and I hear some shit you can never unhere. I mind my business, make some money, and go the fuck home.

Yeah. At this time of my crazy life, I lived three blocks away from the bar that I worked at. It was in a busy downtown area in the heart of a strip of bars with enormous bouncers. You would have to be stupid to fuck with these guys, and gals. I made friends with all the ones on my root home

just to make sure that nobody would approach me. Normally, my why the fuck are you talking face for both men, but drunk men are morons. To get all of it, I love that you have why the fuck are you talking face. Everybody should have one. To get home, I have to cross two streets down and one street to the right.

So like an L, I'm geographically challenged. So describing directions is never something I'm gonna excel at. I feel that. Me either. I get lost in my own town that I've lived in pretty much my whole life. I just need landmarks. Like I'll just be like turn left at that grocery store. It's never like a street. Yeah, no. Never street. I say hi to the bouncers as I walk home. And they watch to make sure no one fucks with me as I take my happy ass home. That's awesome. I say hi to the bouncers as I walk home, and they watch to make sure no one fucks with me as I take my happy asshole. That's awesome. I usually run across the street instead of using crosswalks

because those are for the week. I also feel that. I then cut through a short alley since I'm kind of dumb. I always do a ton of true crime, but when it comes to convenience, I'll roll the dice, I guess. Good. The night in question was busy at the bar and in the general area.

I didn't get off work until around 2 a.m., and I was so fucking tired. All I could think about was the mac and cheese I was gonna shove in my face, and the squishy bed I was gonna drown myself in. I walked out of one of the back doors to see the cops had cord and off parts of the main drag, and the bouncers were helping with crowd control.

Well, fuck me, I guess. I had to go around the cord and off parts of the main drag, and the bouncers were helping with the with crowd control. Well, fuck me, I guess. I had to go around the cord and off sections, which took me through two alleys that I did not normally go through. I could have gone around the block onto a well-lit street, but nothing was going to get in the way of the gooey deliciousness waiting for me. I understand this. I'm mac and cheese. Yeah, like, you do crazy things. Yeah, good thoughts be damned. I knew I should keep my head on a swivel and keep an eye out for drunk creeps. But the vast empty space I call my brain was engrossed in a food gase, in the food gase

and I was preparing for. Well, I was halfway through the first alley when I heard someone entering the alley. That echoes, which is why I knew someone was there. I looked over my shoulder and to my heart, it was one of those fucking clothes. My feet faltered a little and he stopped, did the creepy head tilt and took off running toward me. Are the creepy head tilt too, you know exactly the one.

Oh my god, I just took a long breath, looked up at the sky and said for a fox sake. P.S. Do you know if it is like for the sake of fuck's or no fuck's to offer up for the sake of myself? I think about this too often. For fuck's sake. Oh my god. I think it's for the sake of fuck. Yeah, that's what I always looked at it as, but I'm glad that you just took me on a different journey

of what it could be. You just never know. You never know. I think it's for whatever you're hoping. Katie, it's whatever you feel. Katie, I agree. Because I love you. I do too.

I grabbed a tight hold of my backpack and took off faster than I had the energy for. I was never a long distance runner, which is why I chose to be a golean soccer because fuck run. I agree. I always said I will only run if someone is chasing me, and if that wasn't putting the bullshit in the universe, I don't know what is. I ran out of the alley across the street without looking for traffic because I'd rather be taken out by a fucking car. They gave this asshole the satisfaction of stabbing me. I am also with you on that. Retweet, you could recover from that.

Yeah, exactly. He was still hot on my tail, but I'd gained enough distance to make it to the next alley and tuck her on the corner. I was tired, but best believe I had a fucking plan for this guy. I quietly took my backpack off as I heard him sprinting down the old alley and by the grace of God or whatever day and he I was praying to at the time,

my timing was fucking perfect. I swung my backpack full of books and whatever the fuck else I randomly threw into my backpack that day, into this fucker space. Oh yeah. I swear, I saw his life flash in his eyes as he was yeeted into the fucking air and landed flat on his back. Yes, I stood there for a minute watching him rolling around in pain.

I wanted him to realize who the fuck he had fucked with. Hell yeah. The knife which turned out to be fake was laying at my feet. Oh my god. My inner bitch think exasperated mom with a toddler that learned his lesson after being told five fucking times not to do something took over my body. I leaned over fake knife and hand, knelt and whispered into his ear, think twice next time, mother fucker. Yeah! I tossed the knife and I walked, skipped my way back home. I enjoyed my mac and cheese, I took a long shower and I proceeded to watch a docky series

about a compulsive stalker, because that's the kind of twisted bitch I am. You're my kind of twisted bitch. Hell yeah, you are. I'd like to think that he questioned all of his life choices that brought him to the moment where he chose to wear a clown costume. Buy a fake knife, chase a random woman

minding her own damn business, only to end up with a 15 pound backpack to the mother fucking face. But one can only hope. Well, can you imagine being that dumb? Like, you have at least three parts of the costume to get into to change your mind. Yeah. Like, that's full blown insanity.

And it's like to chase a woman at 2 a.m. down an alleyway. You deserve whatever the fuck comes to you for that. Well, and I feel like you are some kind of psychopath that is going to us going to have to know something is coming to you for that. And I feel like you are some kind of psychopath that is going to us. Because you have to know something is coming to you. Yeah. Because she's gonna get help from someone who's gonna beat the shit out of you.

Yeah, and you're gonna deserve it. You're weird and not the good kind. I still have that backpack and I make sure that I still always have some heavy shit in there. Just in case some faulty fucking sperm that should have been swallowed comes around the corner to fuck with me. I love you so much.

Thank you for listening to this story. I hope it gives you some giggles. Oh, man. If I ever feel like I would die in a zombie apocalypse because yes, my husband and I actually have conversations about who we think in our friend group would survive. We have also had this conversation. Oh, yeah.

I remember the night that I gave that dick bag the reckoning he needed. Hell, yeah, you did, Katie. P.S., I sent you guys a message on IG, but I'm sure you'll get too many that you'll probably never see it. I was re-listening to some listener when one caught me off guard. I think it was listener tails 15. When a guy named John was talking about a dark shadowy figure that was in the corner of

his bedroom and slid down the wall instead at the end of his bed. Well, I have the unfortunate pleasure of having a night terror every few days of that exact same thing. I've had it ever since I was 13, so for the last 20 years. But there are a few fucking fun twists. The dream always starts with me, quote-unquote, waking up and not being able to move. Sleep paralysis. The surroundings look almost exactly the same

as when I fell asleep, no matter where I'm sleeping. Friends, family, spouses, doesn't matter. It's definitely sleep paralysis. I see a dark shadow in the top right hand corner of the rim. It slides down the wall and crawls to the foot of my bed. Something about crawling is so fucking terrifying. It's just not all right. The shadowy bastard yanks me out of bed.

Shed our way past her. Whatever blankets I'm using and suffocates me, the only way I can get myself out of the dream is to find the one thing in the room that's different than when I fell asleep. Sometimes the blanket is a different color. The door was open when it was shut.

Bathroom light was on when it wasn't. You got the gist. It's a mother fucking wears Waldo with this inconsiderate demon. Anyways, have a great day. Give everyone hugs. Only if they want it because consent is a thing. Hell yeah. We're loving this world. Yes.

Here are my dogs because everybody needs to see how adorable they are. Leo and Luna, my son and my moon. I love that. Oh my god. You are fan fucking tastic. Baby, I'm obsessed with you. I'm obsessed with you and your husband. I'm obsessed with your dogs and you're a badass bitch. You're so funny. And I want to tasked with it. I'm obsessed with you. I'm obsessed with you and your husband. I'm obsessed with your dogs.

And you're a badass bitch. You're so funny. And I want to be your friend. I absolutely love you. Wow. We're friends now. That was great. So you're stuck with us.

All right. Holy shit. You want to do one more? What do you think? Wow. All right. Let me see. I'll do one more.

We started with you. We got to end on you. It just feels right. We got to end on me. Let's see. All right, let's go with, they call me Yeety McEaterson from Yeetsville. Hey, Deb, Deb. That's what it's called. I think we should. Let's see. It says, hello beautiful haunted honey's of my heart. I like that. I've attached a 14-boy double space put-of-one by story about the time that a sex worker saved my life.

I apologize in advance for the grammar and junk. I try my best and I am silly. I love that. I've said this before, but I had the chance to look at it and was like, they deserve better damage. I love you both and we'll do all the different shit. Chits that everyone always speaks to when they hear both and we'll do all the different shit. Chits that everyone always speaks to when they hear their tales.

Also, all the different shit. So like that. Also, hi other morbid fans. I love you guys too, because it's obvious that you are all hella awesome because the women that brought us together are awesome. All I love you. All right, the first one.

Starts on saying yo yo yo yo yo. First of all, I thought I'd hear Elena say. First of all, let me just say this is in list form because I beyond one sometimes. Ha ha ha. Number one, Bailey is amazing. And I feel your families love for her. When you talk about her and I know that every time you do,

she does a little happy dance among the stars. Oh, her birthday was yesterday. Your birthday. Well, it was her 13th birthday yesterday. Number two, my lovely amazing couple. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday.

Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday.

Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. Your birthday. What about what's the what about fuckers like you got it because they asked is old is fuck so they can't grab shit

They're not trying to be creepy. They're just clumsy. I get it back to our regular schedule craziness I'm so excited that you guys found each other made it through the storms people get so caught up and love being this Perfect thing that doesn't have rough spots But it's the fact that you made it through them is what matters what makes makes love last is growing with each other through each chapter and learning how to love each new page. That was so fucking beautiful. That was so beautiful. Thank you so much.

Number three, speaking of pages, Mrs. New York Times best selling author, lady. Hey! Hey! I got your book and scared the shit out of myself listening to it. The butcher in the run, more like the butcher in the run. My big black butt straight to the bathroom. So I don't scare peeve, scare peepee on myself. I love peepee. I'm so excited for you and all that you do. Thank you.

Number four, y'all both have just the best people in your lives. What up Deb Deb, John Drew, the minis, aka kiddos, and the cats? Oh, I love you. I love you so much. They say hi back. Now the regular gushy feel feels you beyond on the you be on fab sexy smart silly spooky Crimey mommy TT sister bitches are the shit. I mean elephant after a coffee at a machine I mean first shit after taking a diuretic shit. I Mean baby that just had straight up apple. Jesus blew out the back of their pepper shit. I mean dog that got into the muffin basket. No chocolate mobs. It has the sugar shit shit. I'm so obsessed with you. Oh my gosh. My face hurts. You're literally my favorite human.

What a way to end. I'm not the back of the back of the back. My bestie for work. Let's call her Lady Jammy, Mcjam pretty face. All right, let's do that. Got me into you guys. Shout out to my chocolate, sweetie Mcjammy, sweetie, and the first lady lady not only are you amazing

with the most beautiful and classic style, but you got the best taste of motherfucking with no condom podcasts. Oh yeah, no safety bitch. Oh, wrong. Oh, wrong. I don't know if you can tell, but I am silly Billy Gumdrop.

Oh, shit, all right. I am a culinary arts teacher in my early 30s. You can call me bear because I will fuck a dumpster fire of a fuck face up for the people tatted on my heart. I.e. students, friends, family, my German shepherd grew the teachers in my department. You get it. Mama got a lot of cubs. I love you. I love you. You are officially one of those people that are talented on my heart. I will go to town for you. Oh, well, hopefully at some point, I will get to add a partner bear and cubs of my own.

You will. Oh, fucking awesome. I listen to you classy lassies on my way to work at work during meetings and taking my Groot out to play fetch. Any Hooser, I would tell you that I'm sorry for the length of this, but I'm not, but I'm not you, dope doll, but I'm not. You dope dolls deserve some crazy cocoa crepe, creepy crap of a story. Oh my god.

Now as a woman would say to her husband on their wedding night, I hope you are ready, because this is about to be epic. Reminded me to say that. This is about the time, this is the story of the time I was saved by a sex worker. This takes place when I was in college at cooking school in the cooking place state. I have always loved cooking, so this was a dream. PSI would adore the chance to cook for you and your family.

Seriously, just email me back and I will totally be your personal chef for the week. Oh my god. Holy shit. That's a dream. It was the second month of school and we were trying to get used to the schedule. In cooking school, you have six hour classes.

I'm like seriously crying. I am too. In cooking school, you have six hour classes in the morning. Damn. It sounds long, but it was lecture cook, clean, wrap up, so it went fast. At this, at this, there was no classic college movie dorms. So what they did was rent out entire buildings from the apartment complexes around the school. And we would stay there for to a to a to bedroom apartment. This place

had a gym and because I was an anxiety and depression filled bad bitch. And in high school, I played basketball, volleyball, did track and fields. And I took a dance class during the day. I wanted to work out because I was eating like a chef hobo because broke. To be honest, as a public school teacher still broke just with fucking bills, sorry, off topic anyway, I was in the gym. And here comes, here comes in, this six foot seven guy with long hair and braids, looking like ludicrous in the early 2000s,

except stretch him out and give him pillar skin. He was cute in a weird way. I could see it. He had a five foot one henchman that followed him around as a stripper follows the men throwing a hundred dollar bills making it rain on rain. I love you. That's the story. I will call these balloons filled with rotten dicks and boiled balls by their height. Six foot seven started a conversation with me about the fact that they're from New York and we're here visiting because their grandmother had passed and he really missed her.

So of course, my bleeding heart was like, oh my goodness, let me heal your pain with my magic box. I had my slutty time in college, but no STDs are kids, so I win. Yeah! but no STDs are kids. So I win. Yeah. The girl after my own heart. He and five foot one and I, he and five foot one planned on coming over the next day

to chill with me in my roommate. The other two were from cooking place states, so they would go home on the weekends. Saturday evening comes and we were chilling in the apartment and my friend and five foot one hit it off. So me and six foot seven went into room so I could share my condolences with him. And after a bit, we came back out and they chilled for a couple more hours. I'm literally

obsessed with you. They left and told us that they would come back the next night, which was fine because it was a three day weekend, so we had time to kill. And it's like, it's not like we were in college and had a seven page paper on the history of foodborne illnesses in America that was due on Tuesday that neither of us had started or anything. No, no, no. We slept all day because college and procrastination. When the guys came over that night,

we were drinking that good old arbor mist. We was high-class bitches on that mist. I think I've ever even heard of that. Anyway, five foot one said he had to use the bathroom. The common area was one was messed up, so my roommate let him use the one in her common area was what one was messed up so my roommate let him use the one in her bedroom. He was in there for a while so when my roommate noticed she went to the room and saw him going through her in her roommate shit. She was like what the fuck

are you doing? He gave us some excuse about admiring the stuff they had on their wall. She said yeah the pics of a lia and boys to man are fucking art are fucking art. And I came up behind her screaming at him about how he was being a bag of sour cream and cuny and cunz, and that is when 6 foot 7 started laughing and saying some dumb shit about how they were going to take some shit and leave. Well, I was like, no, the fuck you aren't. I went in the room, took the shit out of five foot one's hands

and told them to get the shit out of five foot one's hands, and told them to get the hat hell out of my apartment. I was visibly shaking because I had never experienced that before. That amount of the fuck, and why you so stupid. So her and I were discussing this, trying to calm down. When all of a sudden, we hear voices at the door. It was 6'7 and 5'1 back, but we heard two female voices too. They started banging on the door, and it didn't sound like they used a hand. It was 6'7 and 5'1 back, but we heard two female voices too. They started banging on the door and it didn't sound like they used a hand.

Ooh. I crawled to the people and saw a gun beating on the door. Oh my God. My heart fell out of my ass, rolled into my room and hit under my bed. My roommate could tell what I saw wasn't good. She GI Jane crawled behind the couch to call 911. And I sat there unable to move, just hearing the four of them saying

that they were going to fucking kill us and telling us that we fucked up when we kicked them out. Oh my God. What the fuck, side note. I get that they came back, I get that they came back, because idiots are gonna idiot. But I didn't understand why they went

and got the swamp buckets too. Yeah, right. Anyway, back to the shit. So then I heard a scratching sound on the door. So I slowly got up to look out the people and one of the fucking swamp monsters had a fucking knife and was scratching the people so we couldn't see out. What the fuck?

At this point, not only was my heart hiding under my bed, but it had to make way for my lungs and other organs. I crawled to my roommates, she was still on the phone with fucking Barney Fife. The Andi Griffith show, please God get that. If not, combine Dale Grible and Bill Dott-Dotterov. Oh, I don't know King of the Hill, but I feel you. I don't know. I do know Barney Fife.

I do too. Because they were not trying to hear what the fuck our scared asses were saying. The banging and taunting went on for another 20 shit in minutes, then it went quiet. I slithered over to the window like the snake on Brittany's neck at the VMAs. The view from that window was to the street and there we saw the four fucking fuckt wats, great all-girl hardcore metal band name. Wow, the fuckt wats.

Walking away. 30 minutes later, the cops started knocking on our door. And when we opened it, there stood two male cops who asked us to tell them what happened. Hold on to your tits, velvety, smooth bad bitches, because you are going to get mad. They told us to tell them what happened. As we talked, they asked the following questions. Why did you invite them up if it was only the two of you? Because we thought we were friends. Did you ask for their full names? No. Do you know them from New York? I don't know. Why aren't your parents home? Because this is college. You girls should know better than to have men in your apartment. I'm sorry what? Did you ask them to leave nicely? It's my fucking

property. I don't fucking have to ask them to do that. I don't have to do that. I need that amount of money. Fuck you. After this, they continued to make us feel like shit when they told us that they didn't see anyone when they pulled up so they most likely left and that we should have called sooner. Are you kidding me? At that point, I was crying so hard.

I can't remember what those men's, men's bleeding butts saw said. They left in my roommate and I slept on the floor that night. Well, it wasn't sleep. It was more like mini-napps where we would sleep, wake up and look outside and repeat. Oh, that makes me so sad. Me too. Then one morning came, our other two roommates came home.

When they saw us, they said, what the fuck happened? And crying, we told them everything they held and they held us and cried with us. Those are good friends. I stayed by the window all day because all I could see was the gun hitting the door and the knife scratching the people. I sat there all day not wanting to eat or do anything else. My roommates were worried, but I felt horrible because this was all my fault. If I didn't hulk out, then they would not be threatening. No, you did, you were like protecting your friend. Yeah. That night, I slept like I did again in weird shifts because I wanted to be ready if they came Yeah. That night, I slept like I did again in weird shifts

because I wanted to be ready if they came back. That next morning, my roomies were getting ready to go to class and we had to leave at 5 a.m. to be in our seats by 6 a.m. I told them that I could not go outside because I was so afraid that they were waiting for me with that gun. So I told them to tell Chef that I was sick. They tried to get me to go, but I refused to move

so they left. And I continued to sit by the window, still in the clothes I had on the night should happen. Around 8.30 a.m. I hear a knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat. I tried to look at the people and through the scratches I saw a blurry chef uniform on what seemed to be a thick man. It was my six foot one Texan chef instructor at my door with my roommates behind him. Oh my god He came in and saw me when his eyes got really low He was about to get out he was about to get all Walker Texas Ranger out here My roomies came in and told me what happened when they got to class They told him what I said about being sick and he called bullshit

So he sent the rest of the students out early and he told them to tell him the truth. Oh my god They laid it out for him like an episode of fucking 2020 So he sent the rest of the students out early and he told them to tell him the truth. Oh my God. They laid it out for him like an episode of fucking 2020. He was mad and got them in his dad van and he brought them back to the apartment. I love Sess Through The Cloud. We sat there on the floor. I don't know why we had fucking sofas

because we stayed on the floor like ass at the cut, like ass at a club. Yes. An hour went by when we heard a knock on the door. It was Chef Hooker. He had a girl with him that I'd never seen before. Chef Hooker said he had information that I needed. And if he and or his dumbest friends come to bother us again,

fuck the police, he was gonna handle that. Oh my God, he left me standing there with this girl and I was visibly shaking and crying. She told me that six foot seven was her boyfriend and he was visiting her for the weekend. Oh my God. My eyes got really big because I friggered. Word, I made up that you can say however you feel like her man. I feel like sorry girl friggers. You didn't know.

In my head, I was like, I've seen Jerry Springer and every trashy reality TV show this bitch is about to kill me. I say that because I am not a fighter. I have never been in a fight and I don't plan on it any time soon. No, no. I told her what happened and what he said and what he did and about the two bitches they had with him. The bitch didn't see how they had with him. She looked at me having a full-blown panic attack

while I tried to apologize and that is when she said, look, I don't want to fight you. I can tell that you are kind and this is all about the fucks that are downstairs in my apartment right now. Yes, luscious ladies, they were staying down the fucks stairs in the apartment below us. Are you kidding me? I was fucking done at this point, overwhelmed, confused,

sad and all the other feels. She asked me to go downstairs with her to confront him and I said, not no way am I going to see him. He had a gun. She said, trust me, he had my gun and it had no bullets. So holding her hand, I walked down the stairs to her room and saw them both sitting down there

playing in a fucking video game losers. She busted in that damn door like SWAT and said, you rotten bitch, did you fuck her? Oh my God. He said no without even looking up. She looked at her. Did you tell her that your grandmother died and that's why were you here, bitch? She slapped the shit out of the back of his head like he should have had a video. Not fuck the bitch should have part-manate. I'm obsessed with you. He turned around and looked at me and said, I don't know that bitch, she hit him again

and said, you don't know bear, she lives upstairs and you threatened her. He acted as if he had no clue who I was or what she was talking about. She threw his shed at him and his friend and told them to get the fuck out. She was done with him and she did not give a fuck what he did to get back to New York but it will still have nothing to do with her. He tried to calm her down, but it didn't work. So they argued as I slowly walked backward out of the room and up to my apartment

to tell my roomies what happened. About three hours later, she came up to check to see if I was okay. I invited her in so we could talk about everything and we talked for hours. That night I made a badass friend who I will, oh, I love this. I know. I was close to all through college and we still talk now every once in a while,

but I will never forget how we met. I bet you won't. Thank you for reading this for you. Holy shit. Thank you for reading this. Oh, and now I see why you said a sex worker saved you. Oh, yeah. Thank you for reading this. You, thank you for reading this. You top-notch to some. I have attached a frozen life pause square, aka picture of my group to this email. Let me know if you want to hear about my great-grandmother's house and how she lives in my bathroom.

I do. Or the troubled first date where I was lied to and almost arrested because he was drunk and had no money. I need to hear about both of those things. Bear, I just need to hear about everything that you ever want to tell us. This widow puppy, this toe with all the kids. This is beautiful, I love this. Oh my god, you guys are so fucking funny. Bear, that just like, you guys are so fucking funny. That was so fucking funny bear. I that just like you guys are so fucking funny

That was so crazy story. He literally lived downstairs that like what is terrible? What sir is wrong with you was living downstairs staying downstairs at the very least I just play video games after threatening you after cheating on his girlfriend Destroying your property threatening you yeah with a on his girlfriend. And then your property? Threatening you. Yeah. With a fucking knife and a gun. And, yeah, the knife scratched out their people. My God.

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