Morbid - Episode 524: Listener Tales 81

Episode Date: December 28, 2023

It’s Listener Tales 81 and you know the drill…..! It’s brought to you by you, for you, from you, and ALL ABOUT YOU! In this installment we have haunted clown sightings, almost run ins with the most notorious serial killers, spooky choirs& creepy men abroad. If you’ve got a listener tale please send it on over to [e-mail] with “Listener Tales” 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.

You're listening to a Morbid Network podcast. Hey, weirdos, I'm Elena. I'm Ash. And this is Morbid. It is, we were just having a confession circle. Ash had a hilarious dream. I'm not going to tell it over. We'll tell it over. It will not leave this room.

And we will not give you a hint. It will. It's on a strange fucking dream. Let me tell you, Mikey and I have tears in our gosh darn eyes. I'm glad to give you that. What a gift. You're on a gift. You gave me.

Do you guys have weird dreams? No, I'm not sure. I feel like weird inexplicable dreams about like, of course everybody does. Because like, do you ever wake up from your dream and you're like, what the fuck is wrong with me? Happened a lot actually. I mean, I do agree that to be true.

You wrote a whole novel about the way you're for the fuck is wrong with you dream. I'm not gonna write a novel about that. Remember my flying printer dream? Yeah. That was a weird one. That was a weird one. That was a weird one and that was out my house. It was?

Yeah, I hope that doesn't happen. I hope that doesn't happen. Yeah, that's a cool tree. Yeah, that's a cool tree. Mikey, can you calm down over there? Stop throwing trees. Mikey, shouldn't I mean? I know my dream upset you, but I also ordered old.

You did what? No. You did what? I ordered some cookies. For us. Are they cookie cookies? Because I don't think we? I ordered some cookies for us. Are they cookie cookies? Because I don't think we need those.

Cookie cookies. Cookie cookies. But so we're gonna get even cookie or in here because we're gonna go on cookies. And we had Wendy's for lunch, we are dressed. We're just really clogging those old days today. That was just a fake today. Today's just like a fuck it day.

Fuck it. Fuck it. But you know what? It's listener tale day. Brought to you by you for you from you and all about you, baby. We love them. You love them. We all love them together.

Everybody in the club getting listener tales. You know? She died. I killed her with my song. I don't know. I just laughed so hard at that. Is that a coke? It's a coke. You only have like such a little bit of it,

and I only had such a little bit of my Dr. Pepper. I know. But I don't drink a lot of soda. Yeah. So I just took like two sips and I was like, woo! Well, we had coffees today too. And I don't want mine. That's true.

People are like, can you just slow it down? Like, can you shut the fuck up? Oh, yeah, we oh, sorry. Well, you know what? Oh, sorry, I would tell you a place to bring it on. We'll start with a wild tail. Okay. A tail that is called the time a clown almost yeeteth me.

And I possibly almost yeeteth him back. Okay. Because I don't know why, but I was in a place of clown when I was looking for some listening to him. We were down to clown. I really wanted to say. Was that a bad thing to say? For Mikey, Mikey was like, oh, I was like, does that mean something that I don't know?

I'm screaming. Does it? I have no idea. I myself have never said that. What did you make me feel weird about what I said for the second time today? Probably based off your dream, we're like probably in some crazy business.

Again, nothing to do with clowns. I guess. I guess. That means depends on you look at it. It certainly does. I was acted a clown. So, all right. So let's look at it. It certainly does. I was acted a clown. So, anyways, I'm just going to go right into it. I'm going to just do a quick intro.

Love you guys. I've been listening for one talk now, and I'm listening for most recent episode, and I'm working my way down to number one. Ooh, don't do that. Don't do that. Don't. Ooh, don't do that. That's an interesting way of doing it. Don't do that. Let us know if you still think we're okay by the end of that. That's good.

We're not. The other way is much more fun. What an evolution you have. I was gonna say you're developing at that point. I was just thinking, you'll experience my breakup. Or no, my marriage, my breakup, and then my like not breakup time. And then like, yeah, you'll experience a lot. Yeah.

And you're going to experience it in a weird way. Yeah. And then you're just, you're kind of like slowly submerging yourself into water. Yeah. You're going 10,000 leagues under the sea. Stop! Stop! That's the picture that I saw.

And that's her mind to be in my weird dream, Mikey. Everybody Mikey's hazing me, okay? My own employee is hazing me about a weird dream that I had one time. The amount of people that are gonna be so pissed, but they will never, they will never know. They will never know. It's locked up tights.

You better believe it, you better lock yourself up over there. You know what? Whatever you think the dream was, that was a maybe not though. So yeah, you're listening to the show in a, in a twar now. And for about a twar now, and that you're going at a very interesting way, I guess, from now to beginning. But you are also saying that your name is Jade, which I can say. Nope, thank you.

So this terrifying but-ho-clenching experience takes place way back when in the lovely year of 2016, I was but a scrawny pimple-faced, wild-haired, mentally unstable middle-schooler. What are we all? During this unfortunate time in my life, you may remember a certain killer clown pandemic had arisen. I personally had never been scared of clowns,

but oh boy, was that opinion about to kick me in my non-existent middle school balls? Let's set the scene. It was 11 o'clock at night on Friday, mid spooky season. The fall air was nippy, and I was at a sleepover with two of my friends, Amy, whose house we were residing, lived in the middle of literally bum-fuck-nowhere. Like, actually, she lived on a hundred-acre private property

that was only accessible by a windy gravel road. Honestly, the dream. Her father was a very paranoid man who we all joked, but seriously thought was part of the CIA or the FBI. He supposedly worked as a mailman, but sir, sir, you expect us to believe your children go to private school on a mailman salary, not fucking buying it. That helps government workers though,

don't they make like better money? I have no idea. Like there's not one part of me that can answer that question. Yeah, I don't know what they make, but I do know that they work, like technically you're a government employee. Private school is wildly expensive. Yeah, I don't know what they make, but I do know that they work, like technically you're a government employee. I get schools wildly expensive. Yeah, I don't, I didn't do that.

That's just like college. Yeah, I like, I went to like the worst public school ever. So I think, you know, public school is great sometimes. Yeah, but I think I'm aware. Yeah, exactly. Yeah. So the house was an old two-story brick house with looming windows.

Amy's dad also had numerous secret tunnels in the house just in case of any threat. Yeah, he's not a mailman. I was just gonna say, I think we figured this out. A stablish. He is CIA, my friend. He said, welcome to the CIA. There you go.

Does anybody remember? We've talked about that. Sorry, we're going off topic, but I know we've talked about this before. It's a club. It doesn't exist anymore. It was called the California Institute of the Arts. I think it was.

And CIA. It's actually on topic because they had a dead clown there. There you go. And CIA. Yes, so it all makes sense. But when I went to California before, they had like a dead, mummified clown there and all this other weird shit. It was a cool place, but I think it's gone now. Ever been there, people in California. But Amy's dad also had numerous sinker secret tunnels,

but I've never seen, I've never personally seen these tunnels. They were locked up. But Amy hasn't formed us that they were bulletproof, best stored inside. That man is in the FBI. CIA. 100%. This is not relevant to the story, but it helps set the scene and vibe of the house in an area we were at. Leading up to this, my friend had told us a handful of times how strangers had shown up lost on her property.

Most had been illegally hunting the land, not knowing it was private property, or college kids fucking around. So random people showing up was not uncommon. However, they were quickly taught a lesson by her dad. The clown attack happened outside. We were sitting on her trampoline, one of those with the net around it. We were discussing deep topics as middle schoolers do.

The only light nearby was a faint glow from the back porch light. The house was a good way away from the trampoline. Her backyard was large. It was almost a semi-circle of cleared land, edged by thick dark woods. Sikaka. Excuse me. Amy, Sarah, and I were sitting in a sort of triangle formation. The two of them were sitting facing me and I was facing them. As we were talking, something caught my eye over their shoulders. Keep in mind, I have terrible eyesight and consistently boycott wearing my glasses.

So it was hard to make out what I was seeing. Your eyesight is getting at worse, baby. A glint of something white had shifted in the woods, which was a very good distance away. At first, I just assumed it was a wind chime or something, but my friends had noticed that I had gone quiet. They eyed me questioningly. I think I saw something white moving in the woods

over there, I whispered. They turned to look behind them, squinting. For a moment, we were all silent, observing the entrance to the woods. Then I saw something white moving in the woods over there, I whispered. They turned to look behind them, squinting. For a moment, we were all silent, observing the entrance to the woods. Then I saw it again. It seemed to be pacing the edge of the woods outside of the cast of the dim light, the porch light was giving off.

Sarah gasped. Her hand was trembling. Jade, I'm not kidding. I see something red too. At this point, it was apparent to all of us that there was something alive moving in the woods. We stood from our spots cautiously. I'm sure it's nothing, Amy assured us.

We watched as the black figure crept out from the shadows and oh my gosh, with a labored breath, Sarah says, guys, it was red hair. It has. It has. It was. I thought it was red hair. Guys, it was red hair. It was red hair. It's all. That's all we saw. That was just red hair. Just pictureing like, you know, like the hand and the other family just like, just like, just put around just red hair.

Just red hair. It's red hair. It's red hair. It's red hair. It's red hair. It's red hair.. Just red hair. It's red hair. That was good. It has red hair. I caught my breath.

It became clear that a full-ass clown was in the woods and was approaching us. Baby, you better run so far away. He was wearing a black cloak like outfit. His mask was a haunting, almost blank clown face with darkened eyes and a crooked smile. Oh, I hate it. Chunks of red hair spotted his head.

As he stepped out of the woods, we screamed, while Amy and Sarah did. I just kind of stood there. He tilted his head, observing us. He paced the edges if pondering his victims. He was still a good ways away at this point. At this point, I was thinking he was perhaps a fucked up college student as most of all college students have wandered onto the property before.

I forgot to mention that they have a well-known abandoned house on their property as well that people like to visit. Why? Without even thinking, I began to shout at him, this is private property. I love your 12 year old ass. Private property mother fuckers. Our best friends were huddled on the edge of the trampoline, hugging each other,

and periodically screaming whatever he moved. You need to leave. Do you want to be arrested? I screamed at the approaching clown. You're a queen. As the clown slowly crept out of the woods, he sporadically turned his head to the side as if observing his victims again.

I heard Amy whimper something beside me, clearing her throat as she repeated her inaudible sentence a bit louder. I think he has a knife. I whipped my head back to the clown and sure enough, in his hand, the clown was clutching a long butchered knife, linting in the low light. My friends clung to each other.

Sarah had fat tears rolling down her cheeks. I cleared my throat and continued yelling my empty threats. Do you really think that this is worth jail time? It's not too late to turn around and leave. You're a fucking queen. But this bitch was not having it. He was making his way closer and closer. We were too far from the house to run to it.

He would have gotten us by then. Sarah, zip up the trampoline I commanded. What? Just do it. I don't know what I was thinking, but I guess I thought it would save us like 30 seconds of life if you were to take the time to unzip it to get to us.

That's a nice. Sarah zipped it up. He was now at the edge. His dark eyes taking us in. Then this bitch bent down slowly and went under the trampoline. Under the trampoline. What a fucking dick wall. And do not read further. I'm not going to. Okay. Okay. Okay. Sarah and Amy were

screaming for their life. He had a knife and could potentially cut through the trampoline or stab at us from underneath. But I only had one thought in my mind. Jump on his head. This is my last chance at saving us. I started to like, if you jump, I'm like, what if he sticks the knife up and you jump right on the knife? I mean, that's terrible. Well, like what the fuck else are you going to know? Because he could climb up a side of the meat man.

I started to run where he was. Jade, what are you doing? Amy called after me. I prepared my leap. I was at least going to make this clown regret messing with us before he killed us But as I ran over to him and jumped to land on his head He came back up from under and he pulled off his mask and it was Amy's dad the end Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck is wrong with Amy's dad?

You know what baby? What the fuck is wrong with Amy's dad? I'm gonna go on the record and say? What the fuck is wrong with Amy's dad? I'm gonna go on the record and say, sir, what the fuck is wrong with you? Amy's dad. That's the last of all. If my husband did that to my children, I would divorce him. What the fuck are you doing? That is years of fucking therapy right there. Did you, John did that to your children?

These are not my children. That's not my problem. Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from?

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Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? Where'd he get from? I don't know if you should be in the scene. Oh my god, I love that story so much. Can you imagine going back home after that being like, Mom, Amy's dad dressed up like a fucking clown. With a knife. With a knife approached us from inside of the woods

and then crawled underneath the trampoline and I was like, LLJK, it's Amy's dad. I'd be like, yeah, you're not going to Amy's that's never good. I would file charges. I don't know what kind, but I file them. Do you remember though, this is the same year that all the clowns were coming out of the woodwork. Do you remember John? Yeah, I do remember John loved to this time. I was gonna ask you the same damn question.

Do you remember your husband? I mean, he didn't dress up at least. No, he didn't. But one night, I think we probably told this story we were talking about all the crazy clown chick going on in 2016. And John went to that jade. Wait, what? I said, you'll get to that jade. When you, she's going back in time. Oh, yes, you guys get up so sorry. That's like, I understand. Okay.

Bye, crap, Ma. We were talking about it one night. You'll get to that jade. And then John, he like went to walk Bubba. And when he came back, he like slammed on the right of the window. Like, right where I was sitting too. So I, he did myself into the dining room. And he left, and left, and left.

That man loves that kind of shit. He does. And usually, honestly, he's not that great at it, because he's really cool at shit. But not that night. When he does it, though, and it works, he loves it. Oh man. Oh man, Jade.

Oh, Jade. That was great. That's stressed me. It was the way Jade really like built that one up. Yeah. She did the like dot, dot, dot. He pulled off his mask. And it was Amy's dad.

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Didn't you? Didn't you? Yeah. All right, I'm going to read listener tale that time the night stalker almost got my uncle. Wow. Wow. Wow. It says almost is my uncle. Wow. Wow. Wow. It says almost as the keyword here. Almost. Wow.

Hi, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy. This listener tale is attached as a double space putt of a, and I have also attached some pictures of my adorable fur babies. White Dog is all of, posing with the book. She was named after, and the black dog is Pax. My little soulmate. Oh. The white one only has one.

Oh, and everybody's fucking mama. Oh my god, there's no beautiful and I like packs. I sweatshirt a lot. Oh my god. Wow, adorable. That's that wonderful. OK. And I put pictures of me and my best friend and my mom.

And I, because we are huge fans of your podcast and listen all the time, well, thank you. Oh, we love you. All right. Hello, beautiful ladies. My name is Marion. Feel free to use my name and any others I mention. I want to preface this with the fact that this will likely be a bit long and cert apologies that I don't really mean here. I'm from a small town in Utah, but don't let the fact that I live in Utah, fool you, into thinking that my life

has been simple or boring because it has been anything but, and I have so many crazy stories to tell from an accidental near death experience or multiple to multiple different unexplicable paranormal-esque ones. Today, I'm going to tell you two stories that are not my own, but don't fret. I have many of my own that I may write down and send you guys in the future if you'd be interested. Please. Yeah, always interested. I want to start by saying that I love your podcast for many reasons.

Thank you. But a huge reason is because of the completely and utterly accepting environment. You amazing women have created That makes me happy As I stated before I grew up and still live in a small and extremely extremely religious city in Utah Being someone that has always been incredibly into anything fantasy. Hell yeah movies TV shows games and especially books music that my peers considered Strange at ghost in New October. I haven't heard of Blue October. They're good, are they? Uh-huh. Things like the horror, thriller, and true crime genres, and I got for bid, shopped at Hot Top, back then it was more edgy.

Hell yeah. There's also the frequent usage of the fuck word in the accent. It's not widely accepted here. I was always somewhat of an outcast and one of them weirdos. I was told my passion for fantasy was childish on a regular basis and that my interest in true crime and similar genres was creepy among other colorful and creative insults. That's so terrible. You know what I say? Fuck them. You know what I say? It sounds like you're fucking cool as hell. Yeah, you are the weirdos mister. Oh yeah. And we love you. It didn't help that I'm not subscribed to a certain religion that is wildly popular in my desert state, and that I was always open

about the fact, excuse me, about that fact, and my interest that didn't quite fit into the standards of said religion. Hey, to each their own, everybody can believe whatever the fuck they want, and let everybody believe whatever the fuck they want. Yep, live and let live. That's what I say.

If you didn't already know, it can be considered incredibly taboo in certain highly religious areas of my home state to have more than one piercing in your ears. Oops. Let alone have some on your face like I do. Well, we'd all be fucked together. Don't even get me started on the dirty looks and even scrutinizing comments that I get about my tattoos. Another oops, I bet they're beautiful. I have one that's a Nordic, Oops, on other roops, I have other beautiful. I have one that's a Nordic, oh, a Nordic Roon with beautiful flowers. That sounds beautiful.

Oh, that sounds beautiful. It's a, excuse me, it's meaning is a piece between a mother and a daughter that, my mom and best friend and I got together as my first tattoo. Obsessed. Love. Also a Ne, you know, Regent girl? We are heavily norwegian.

Oh yeah, you're heavily norwegian. And are genuinely obsessed with embracing our cultures Blue eyeballs and those pictures Elena loves a Norwegian love it. I love a Norwegian Johnson or we did a Norwegian had nor we Norwegian Ordered those eyeballs special over there quite literally she said that the entire time she was pregnant And I was like I want blue eyeballs Oh no three of them have the gorgeous-to-stide balls. Exactly.

All four, really. Yeah. We are heavily Norwegian. And our genuinenly obsessed with embracing our culture and all ways that we can. Oh yeah. However, I have had many strangers ask me things along the lines of, is that satanic

or something? We're Norwegian. Like you being Norwegian. Or you satanic. I don't care. Those two things mutually excuses. Because you're so otherworldly, beautiful, that's why. Mm-hmm, jealous.

Yeah, I'm no-wee-jin, jealous, and plenty more things that are absolutely absurd for a strength or two and quite a few. The state isn't all that bad, but it's definitely unique. And these are just my personal experiences and opinions here. My amazing mother always told me, let your freak flag fly, darling, and boy do I with no plans of stopping. Your mom sounds awesome. And can we get a hell yeah?

Hell yeah! To this day, she's never stopped encouraging me to completely envelop myself in all my interest, hobbies, and passions, and anything else I love. From going with me to Comic-Con's when I have no one else to go with, to listening to all my rants and theories about the most recent shows and movies I'm watching and books that I'm reading. I also have to give my best friend Cassidy a shout out for playing a huge part and helping me in school and supporting me in all my nerds shit and always reminding me it's never annoying even when I feel like it is. She's actually assisting me in writing this out

because the second story is her grandma's story. She is my partner in crime and my emotional support pitch. I love both of these people. I love all of these. That's so cool. Your mom sounds so fucking cool. That's a great mom. That's the kind of mom I want to be. Yeah. Hell yeah. That's the kind of mom you are. Oh thank you. I hope to be that kind of mom. And your best friend sounds rad too. Yeah, truly. I'm so happy that you have them as support. You need someone in your life, especially when you're like a nerd who hyperfixates on things, like hello, my name is Alina.

You need people around you that are like, no, it's not annoying or weird. I want to hear about it. You need people like that. Well, people that don't want to hear about it are not your friends. Yeah, and they really bum you out when you're the person who's hyperfixating because they make want to hear about it are not your friends. Yeah. And they really bum, they bum you out when you're the person who's hyper fixating because they make

you feel stupid about that. Yeah. And that sucks. Exactly. And you shouldn't feel stupid about that. So glad you have cool people around you that are like, fuck yeah, girl. You deserve it. Anyway, that was a lengthy way of stating that I regularly felt like an outsider in your typical strange and quiet kid in school that wasn't actually a freak you weirdo, but was often assumed to be. These last couple of years, I've been on a journey of really discovering who I am, because I've been 100% allowed to, for the first time in my life. Oh yeah.

When I found your podcast and discovered the, accepting of all no matter what environment, it made me realize that I can find in people my own life as well. I love you. You guys played a big part in that, even though you now have to read through a couple of unnecessary paragraphs of my life story before these tales. I wanted you to know. Oh, thank you.

No, that's like wonderful. And it's nice to hear that. Yeah. Like we created that. And that like what we're wanting to say is coming across how we want to say it. Exactly. Exactly. I thought you would want to tell what you guys do. Truly does mean a lot to many people. You're going to be like, I'm want to know what you guys do truly does mean a lot to many people. You're going to make me feel like I'm trying to know. I'd be about saying, okay, for many reasons you may not have even realized. And even if you don't read this on the podcast, I hope you see it. So you can at least read that.

I also thought you would need some backstory as to why your loving environment met so much to me. So thank you for reading and thank you for helping me realize that being interested in these things is normal. How yeah. It is. I'm also realizing also realizing as I write this that it was a long-winded way of telling everyone in the morbid universe who my favorite stranger thing character I bet I know although he wasn't my favorite until he made a Lord of the Rings book reference in the woods because same ed Words yes as somebody whose bookshelf is mostly fantasy and who makes strange fantasy references people usually don't understand This spoke to me on a cellular level. All right, now that I've accidentally rambled on a bit too long, let's get into the story.

You did not rumble at all. That was amazing. The crazy story of the time that my mom's brother was nearly true-crime in the nighttime by none other than the infamous Richard Ramirez aka the Night Stalker. Yeah. You read that right. Drunk me, coined the phrase, true crime in the night time. And sober me has never stopped using this since.

Around the nights, around the time the Night Stalker was doing his asshole true crime things, my mom was a cute little fifth grader living in California. Okay. My young mother was obviously horrified about what could happen to her and her two siblings and her mother.

Her dad didn't live with them, but I honestly don't think any of them were too concerned about that, Ho. I have talked to her about this and all of her memories of the time, which she still remembers vividly. I thought you guys might find an inside perspective from someone who was directly affected and traumatized by the horrible things this man did, interesting. She can still recall the voices of reporters on the news with startling accuracy and

remembers almost every detail about the case, including the fact that it was people in the neighborhood not too far away from her own, that finally took down that mother fucking living personification of greasy ball-water. The best take down of a piece of shit. That video is the best ever. In history. I wish every criminal was called like that.

Like two. California baby. That was, That's great. Unfortunately, before he was taken down in an epic citizen's arrest, my mom was not sleeping at night. She would stay up all night staring into her backyard and watching the family dog to see if anything startled her. She assumed that if anyone were to try to break in, that the dog would be alerted.

The fact that she was five years old and worried about the breed. Oh, fifth grade, oh, yeah, I'm silly. But either way, I mean still. They'll show you. Maybe you're like 10 or like 11. I don't know. Yeah, no, you're so young. Yeah, baby.

Ah. Now, there was one dreary night that my grandma was out of a house for a little while. My 10 or 11 year old mom, see, I should have fucking read that first, was staring out the window at the backyard. Her eyes trained on the family sleeping golden retriever. There was a stalky tree right outside of her bedroom window, and the leaves began to wrestle. The only thing her young brain could think of was that the noise had belonged to the night

stalker. There was no other possibility. It couldn't have been her black cat putty who loved being outside and climbing trees. Of course, when in a state of current terror and constant general panic, the human brain has seldom wired to think clearly, so she did what any terrified ten-ish-year-old kid would do, and she probably called the police and told them that the night-stalker was trying to break into her house. Honestly, good for her.

You know what? You'd rather be safe than sorry. Within a few minutes, the police showed up. The night-stalker was nowhere to be found, but better safe than sorry. There you go, overreact. Or, in this case, serial murdered. Yeah. The police did their due diligence

and searched the premises before clearing it. But my mother's anxieties did not stop there, far from it. She did not sleep for months because of her ongoing fears. If he were to show up at her house, she wanted to know immediately so she could alert the rest of her family and hopefully keep them safe. Oh.

Luckily, he never did show up at their house. She remembers hearing about every single time there were new victims on the news and her terrorizing wondering if her family would be next. Oh, that was sort of an awful seriously. One night her older brother decided he was going to stay over at a friend's house. This was a little worrisome for obvious reasons, but they promised to be safe so my grandma okayed it. You can imagine the horror of the next morning when they heard that the night stalker had struck again on the same street where my uncle had stayed the night before.

Dickel Rumirez had struck on that street in the house that was right next door to the one my uncle had slept over at. There's some debate between my mom and grandma about whether it was the house right next door or if it was the one two houses down. Either way. But my mom says she's positive it was next door so we'll go with that. I believe your mom. Honestly, it's so fortunate that he didn't become a victim, but it is extremely unfortunate that the next door neighbors did. My mom can't remember the name of the family

that this did end up, excuse me, that did end up his victims, but does remember that her family somewhat knew them. Of course, we're all so thankful he didn't choose the house my uncle was in, but it's weird to feel glad about it because it was another family and people who also didn't deserve it instead.

Oh, that's so awful. I know. There are undoubtedly a lot of conflicting emotions there. It's like survivor's guilt. It is, yeah. Like a different kind of form of it. My uncle's now grown up to be a cop who has taken down some really awful dudes.

Oh, bad. So big that he and his family had to go to a witness protection. Oh, and he is. Which is part of the reason why the only names I've given are me and my best friends. Damn. That's wild. Wow.

My mom has grown up to be an amazing nurse who helped so many people. And same with my aunt. My grandma's still around. And even though we don't always see eye to eye, we do generally get along because they're all always there for me whenever I need them. I can't imagine what would have happened

if any of them had been the victim of that shit kicking ass clown. Shit kicking ass clown is exactly what he was. Love that so much. Now if you aren't tired of my writing yet, then I have another story about someone else I know who was almost true-crime in the night time by an infamous serial killer here in Utah. His name was Ted Bundy.

He may have heard of him. Never heard of him. No. Some backstory to how I know this one. I met my current best friend close to six years ago when I was in junior high, when I was a junior in high school. I met her through a coworker and a little bit later, she became a coworker as well. We were acquaintances for a little while,

and then it wasn't long until we were best fucking friends. It's crazy how fast I went from thinking she was a chill person I wanted to know better, to suddenly knowing that if anyone even looked at her wrong, I would promptly be ready to aggressively throw these hands directly into their face. These hands are a class two weapon and I am not afraid to use it. Hell yeah. Now back to the story. This particular evening, Bundy decided to wait for a victim in the parking lot of Viewmont High School in Center, Beliuta. This is about five minutes from where I

live now. Holy shit, that's crazy. My friend's grandma was going to drill practice at the school, which was her high school at the time. When she got out of the car, he approached her and gave his usual crusty dusty lines about needing to fix his lane car. She basically told him, sorry, I don't know anything about cars, gotta go, I'm late and continued hurrying into the school.

If you've ever been on a drill team or met someone in charge of one, you know that they do not fuck around. She was like, no, I gotta go. She was like, no, but I gotta go. She was like, I am late and I must go. I think even the most selfless and helpful person on this planet would not have stopped to help him if they were keeping the coach of a drill team waiting. There you go.

Also, get inside that schoolgirl, fresh air is for dead people. By the time she left, he was no longer there. Sadly, he did come back later that night and take a different girl from view, view month, who did theater and was heading home after a school play She participated in the Denver Kent. Oh, yeah, I think you're like 17 years old so crazy. Oh When she was there actually if I remember correctly She was picking up her brother from school. Oh, yeah, like from the play I think it was yeah, like the play was going on and she was picking him up I believe.

Oh that's so sad. And I think she she was one that um like he strangely kept at his home for a little while. They don't know exactly how long it was a very strange one. He had like such a weird like everything was like a little bit different in each case. It's very strange. So it's just like scary and so sad. Like 17. Like oh you and so sad. Like 17. Like, oh, you're so young. Like your whole life, I hope you. Well, when she heard about the missing girl,

she immediately thought about the man in the parking lot and the fact that the girl went missing from her school. She then remembered there was a serial killer at large and thought that was most likely him and could've easily been her. Once that intolerable bastard was caught and his face was plastered all over the news, her grandma recognized him and the car they said he drove. She wasn't one to give any stranger

the time of day because fuck people you don't know. But if she had simply been on time to her drill practice, she could have been 10 years of victim that night. Again, I'm glad she wasn't his victim because I wouldn't have my best friend if she had been. But just like my uncle, it's hard to be completely glad when you know that someone else was still victimized instead. Thank you ladies for taking the time to read this long fucking thing, and I hope it wasn't too long or boring. Cassidy and I absolutely love your podcast, and I think we should have grown ass pants if we heard y'all reading it in your amazing storytelling voices. Your banter is the best to remind us of ourselves and the way we constantly bounce off of each other.

If you'd like to hear any supernatural psychic or near death experience stories, then we would be happy to send them to you. Please show them. I've also attached pictures of my adorable animals because they deserve some recognition for their adorableness. Always. And we love them. We also have a haunted spooky road here in Goodall, Utah if you'd like to hear about it.

Yes. Congrats to Ash and Drew and the engagement slash wedding. Thank you. And congrats to Elena on the book. My nerd asked about it and read it so fast that my mom and I are praying for a sequel. You are getting one. I read a lot of the sequel and it is great.

I hope to be published off there one day too and seeing other people succeed is always inspiring and motivating. Yeah, you can do it. PS, I am obsessed with the cover. Oh, thank you. Keep it weird, but that's a weird that you're almost true-crowned in the nighttime. Oh yeah, you can do it. PS, I am obsessed with the cover. Oh, thank you. Keep it weird, but that's a weird that you're almost true crime in the nighttime.

Love, Cassidy and Maryam. Holy shit, that was so good. I love you guys. I love you guys. I love you guys. All right, so my next listener tale is called Girl, I thought I was dead. Girl, I'm glad you're not.

I'm glad you're not. So it says, hey guys, it's me. Yannan binary, they them pale, omelie, omelie. And thank you for that pronunciation. You said pronounced like Emily, but with an A in the beginning, I know a person named omelie. So I'm assuming. So it says, before I begin my, I thought I died and saw Jesus story, I have to add the obligatory. I love you, segment. Morebih was the first podcast I ever listened to.

And ma'am, y'all set the bar way too high for other podcasts. I'm like, thank you so much. Listening to Morbih is like talking to my best friends. You guys are your best friends. You guys are also part of what inspired me to study the criminology program at my university. Oh yeah.

Well, you guys and the fact that I was raised watching CSI before bedtime since kindergarten. Really? Well, the only kid in middle school that knew what the English word corpse. Hold on. Sorry. I'm reading this too far away from my old eyes. That knew what the English words were for corpse, tombstone, graveyard, and autopsy. Needless to say that our English teacher was impressed yet. It's slightly worried about that, but hey, making people a wee bit worried, mixed with scared is what this trash mammal does best, even without even trying.

Some call it actively making poor life choices, but I like to think of it like future omelies problem. Anyway, below I've added my story in the form of a puttafa. Feel free to shorten it if you want. Now read and enjoy, please. And sorry for spelling grammar errors. Never be sorry. All the best, Omelie.

Let's see. It says, act one. You beautiful human. Oh my god. You separated these into that. That's cool. History of St. Lucia. I was just looking at a property in St. Lucia, not to buy.

I was like, what the fuck? I'm gonna go buy a property in St. Lucia. not to buy. I was like, what the fuck? I'm gonna go buy a property in St. Lucia. I literally was like, what the fuck? Your face is hilarious. I was just looking at a property in St. Lucia. I was like, who are you? A fuck? Who the fuck are you?

No. Shook me to my core. Yeah, I'm moving to St. Lucia. What? There's this really cool, I think it's like, I don't know if you call it a resort. That's why I just look property. But it's like a vacation place where you can stay

and there's like no walls in the hotel room and you have a view of this mountain. I think it's called Jade Mountain. Oh, that's beautiful. That looks cool. I was like, whoa. I think they're talking about a celebration of St. Lucia, but I'd like to go now.

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guys have in the US of A. So, I'll add a bit of background. Feel free to skip if I bore ya. You will, I love this stuff. Also know that I've not slept well, so things might be wilding. Things are always wilding in these parts as you just saw. As you just heard. St. Lucia has said to have lived in Sicily

between the years 286 to 304. Make sure it. So if I get things wrong about the legend, just remember that I've never met the woman. Anyway, this dude, whoa, dial clutainus. Dial clutainus. Dial clutainus.

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We were nowhere. Wow, you're right. Well, that, diocletian. But you know what, they gave me a good little like, aka one of the last Roman emperors who just didn't vibe with, ride with Christianity. So he uses Adi.

Yeah, there you go. He gave the order to burn all Christian books. Church is where to be torn and leaders of Christianity were to be killed. Okay, not Zadi energy. That is the opposite of Adi energy. What, he doesn't kill. He will, he shall not kill. You, woo.

As an empath, I think he did not like Christianity, but I don't know. I feel like I go on all in there. Our girl, Lucia, named meaning something like carrier of light. Remember this, came from a relatively well-off family work. It was raised by a mother since her father died

when she was young, not work. As a child, she took a vow of chastity and wished she'd give to the poor. This was not something she told anyone, even her own mother. This ended up as a wee problem when she grew up and her mother wanted to marry her off to a man who was not Christian, but our girl was able to postpone the engagement every time while praying to God to save her from this marriage. Her mother, however, got sick with an incurable disease. So after some persuading by St. Bailusha,

they might not see it yet. They went to say agatus, I hope I'm saying this, right? Grave to pray for a cure. St. Agatus? I'm gonna look it up. Probably Agatus. Oh, here we go. 90s for autographs?

No, you can't go my autograph. Yours files just signass to me, Chok go. 90s autographs? No, you can't go my autograph. It's a nice to meet you. Yours files just signass to me, Chokai. The fuck? My name's dot com. Agata. Agata. We've all done Agatis.

Yours files just say not to meet Chokai. Mikey just goes, what is happening? It's like a preview for an 824 movie. So it's saying Agatis. It's said to have shown themselves to Lucia, saying something like, sis, why are you asking me when your faith has already healed her? Direct quote.

And so her mother was healed and promised Lucia that she wouldn't have to get married. Instead, the dowry was given to the in need in Sicily. Picture it. The suitor was real mad that he was rejected, Q.I. role, and tattled on her to our guy. That's right. That guy.

Sounds awesome. And Lucia was then arrested and tortured. However, she never gave up her faith. She was then ordered to become a sex worker at a brothel, not really how I would personally describe what happened. As she was to be taken to the brothel, she was placed in this like cart thing. Can't remember the English word for it. That was to be taken to the brothel, she was placed in this like cart thing. Can't remember the English word for it.

That was to be pulled by oxons. It was discovered that the cart was frozen to the ground. Then boiling oil was instead poured on her, but she was not her. Last attempt to kill her was to stab her with a sword straight through her neck, but she did not die, not until someone came to do the anointing of the sick.

Other versions of the legend include one where a man is said to have fallen in love with her eyes, which prompted her to tear her eyes out and send them to him on a plate. That's my version of the story. That's bad bitch energy. I mean, you have the most beautiful eyes and you just look right at him

and then you rip them up and you're put them on a plate and you're like eat them. If you think they're so beautiful. Like my eyes? Eat them. Now apparently this made the man go and get baptized. I bet it apparently. That man found Jesus.

Apparently she was later given new, even more beautiful eyes by a miracle. So like, you rip your eyes out and then you get new ones? Yeah. Regis Rays recycled. She's like, use these up. Then she's like, I you get new ones. Yeah. Regis Rives, Recycled. She's like, use these up. Then she's like, I would like new ones, please. The thought of somebody plopping their eyes out

really upsets them. Oh, pop. Now, during the 1300s in Sweden, we celebrated Lusha during one of the darkest nights in order to call for the light to scare off the evils and the dark. I love Sweden. Today we celebrate Lusha in church and even in schools.

In the Zoll-Riff your eyeballs, I hope not. Also, you know who's from Sweden. Tobias Forge. Yeah, we like Sweden, I never forget. In schools, all participating children are dressed up in these white dresses. Scrundey wrote Quester Mark, with traditionally all the girls wearing wreaths.

Young kids usually wear wreaths that are more sparkly, because why not? Hell yeah. And the guys wear this cone looking hat with stars. That's fun. That sounds like a wizard hat. Sounds like a great time. Like Merlin. In kindergarten, you can sometimes see,

even see some kids dressed as mini-santas or even gingerbread men. Are there a socks? Anyways, all the girls also wear this red ribbon around their waist that symbolizes the bloods, Lucius shed for her face. That's metal. And they say, I know, really metal.

I actually didn't even read that one. I said that. Everyone also carries one candle during the whole thing, electric ones for the kiddos. That's smart. This also causes multiple people to faint every year, also very metal of us. No one really does anything to stop this. We put like, why do you guys faint? I don't know.

I love that they said also very metal of us. They don't give you refreshments. And no one really does anything to stop this question mark. Not so exciting. We just have buckets of water close by and tell everyone that if they feel dizzy to blow their candle out for a while. Oh, because they're all walking around with a lit candle

in a room together. It's getting hot and they're dressed in these things. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh candle in a room together, it's getting hot, and they're dressed in these things. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, and red ribbon, but instead of a wreath, they wear this crown with like seven lit candles on it. Not stanger. Anyway, this Lucia choir then sings a bunch of songs, and then we eat these really good saffron buns to celebrate. Have you ever had saffron? I have. It's delicious.

It is. Act two, vibing with Jesus. Never done that. So in 2018, when I, of then 15-year-old, was part of the local church's youth choir, I was to be that year's Lutha. Oh, wow. This was big for me since I had never been Lutha

after some kids said that I can't be Lutha since I'm Brown's, Fuck me being South Asian, and that I should be a gingerbread man instead. And yes, one of them should race his brats. And yes, I was a gingerbread man during Lutha and kindergarten. Anyway, casual racism aside, I was hyped to be the Lusche.

That is a lot of racism. Yeah, get you a you who can do both. Hell yeah. However, I also have a record of random health problems and basically proof that survival of the fittest doesn't really work in a modern society, some of which include random dizziness. But I never fainted at least for shadowing.

This was obviously something we worried about, so we made sure that during the performance, we had someone in the very front making sure that I don't faint and is ready with supplying me with water to drink, and to make sure that I don't get turned into South Asian barbecue by seven candles on my head. In this case, it was a priest, and let me just say, she looked at me and kept moving her head around like we were in a one versus one basketball band. She was like, I'm not letting you go down. We begin with the whole church lights out.

There were like, I think, 100 to 200 people in the audience. So when everyone was seated, we lit our candles and started walking and singing. All good, a bit nervous, but you know what a dark church with only a few candles lit while we are singing. Our whole show was also without any instrument is a vibe. We sang a couple of songs all as well. The priest is still doing her little moves to check if I was good, so I gave her a thumbs up. But then I started feeling a bit warm. And soon I felt like the world was spinning. At this point, I was like, oh, this is not ideal. And I remember

looking at the priest still singing and just shaking my head to show all is not well anymore. Then it all got dark. When I opened my eyes again, all I saw was the blurry figure of a woman with long blonde hair smiling, looking down at me and behind her, I saw Jesus on the crucifix and this bright light. The fog. At this point, I remember thinking,

well, I guess I'm dead. Jesus and an angel are here to collect my soul. I was also confused, not by the fact that I had apparently died. No, no, no. But because, as I may have failed to mention earlier, I am Buddhist. How hard did I die to see someone else's God?

Ha! Ha! Why was I a Buddhist in a Christian choir? I don't know. I was just vibing. But was I not supposed to be reincarnated? Did I turn the wrong corner in the afterlife? Oh no!

During this confusion, the angel began speaking to me. She said in a calm voice, hey, Omnali, do you know who I am? I was silent since, well, you know, me dying and ending up in Christian heaven, like where's Buddha? She then laughs a bit at my silence before saying, no, of course not. We've never met before.

Okay, then why do you ask me? I mean, y'all not get some kind of training from God before doing this? Like how can you be underfunded in heaven? I can take being dead like, oh, chill. But do y'all not have a functional working system up here, damn. During my mental tirade, the angel then says, you fainted.

Oh, I'm alive, chill. I fainted, that's neat, never done that before. I'm alive, chill. Being alive is like the least chill ever. But I fainted, that's neat, never done that before. Turns out the angel was like a doctor or something, something who was apparently in the crowd, and the light was just the ceiling lamps

that were turned down after I fainted. Oh, so you were, like you came to. So you thought you died, but this was really just you coming to. And like the lights. Oh, so you're still Buddhist. So you're still Buddhist, you're okay. So they said, it's just the ceiling lamps

that were turned on after I fainted. Well, what I saw as Jesus was just chilling was the crucifix that hung from the ceiling. Wow. While my vision was almost completely back to normal, I finally started to notice that the show was still going on. It must.

Everyone was still singing. And when the current song was done, my choir teacher ran up to me and asked you on a rest, or do you wanna keep going? I as the rational person I am, and knowing that, oh boy, I'm still dizzy, said, yeah sure, let's keep going. Oh my God. You can't stop a day from a slay.

Fucking iconic behavior. Iconic. As I got helped up, I noticed that they had removed the crown. Apparently, as I fainted, my choir teacher was able to run up and scoop up the crown before I hit the floor, honestly, very impressive. As I stood up, I felt the priest putting on the crown. I heard the sound of my teacher using the lighter to light the candles, which I did not know they were going

to do since it all went so well the first time, but in for a penny and for a pound, I guess. When all the candles were lit, a man in the audience yelled out, hooray for the Lusha and started applauding. And with that confidence boost, I decided that I will make it through the show candles on fire or not. And so we kept singing and after the show was done, I was damn proud of myself. I got some minor, what are you doing? Sit down and rest.

This is the last time you are Lusha from my friends, but the adrenaline kept me alive and full of energy. That day, I got lots of hugs from random people in the audience saying that they were so proud of me. And honestly, writing this, I still am smiling by the kindness of everyone who was there. And apparently, from what I heard, I fainted very elegantly. A dramatic back of my hand to my forehead and all.

Oh, hell yeah. So we thought for a few seconds, some thought for a few seconds, it was part of the show because it was so theatrical. So at least I kept slang till the very end. Can't stop a day from slang. I love that. I love that.

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I have attached a double space putt of photo to this email. Also, do people usually write putt of photo? Or do you just read putt of photo as putt of photo? I need to know. Yes, I read PDF as putt of photo. And when people write putt of photo, I read it as putt of photo. So basically no matter what you say, we'll say putt of photo. Anyways, I will absolutely freak out

if this gets read on your podcast. I've been listening for years and absolutely adore you guys. Your Woody Banner and humor has me almost peeing my pants and laughing out loud to myself, which often creeps my fiance out when I have air pods in because it just sounds like I'm randomly laughing standing in the middle of the kitchen. I'm realizing that last sentence might not make sense, so let me explain that. We live in a house built in 1895 and some very creepy stuff has been happening. My fiance came up to me the day after we moved in and said,

why did you just say my name? I calmly said, I did not. I was on the other side of a house and he says someone or something. Woo spooky. Just whispered his name right into his ear. We both about pooped our pants and the weird stuff has continued. My fiance has always said he will believe in ghosts once he experiences something and boy-hazzy. So, I'm kind of down with the spooky stuff as long as it makes him finally realize that ghost spirits or whatever you want to call them are real. I just keep talking out loud to the ghost saying, please just let me know what you need in a non-creepy way and I can do it for you.

Hell yeah. But enough of the creepy whispering and knocking things over when I'm alone and enjoying some of that sweet green Washington her. If anything major happens, I will be sure to write it again, but as of now, I think that it is a nice ghost. Anyways, that is not what this story is about, so let's get into it. How a butternife and my friends mainly y'all probably saved my life. I met my best friend Hannah during my freshman year of college at the University of Arizona. We both didn't love the college or the vibe, so halfway through our first year, we said screw it, and both applied to study abroad in

or Vieto, Italy? Oh, that sounded nice. I hope, I liked it. Okay, cool, thanks. For the first semester of sophomore year. Fast forward a few months, and we both got accepted to study abroad, and we were working, when, no, and we were working

at summer jobs in order to pay for all the amazing things we were about to experience in Italy. We were only 19, so one of the main things we were excited about was that we could legally be able to drink. Woo! Woo! I mean, seriously, when we landed in Rome, the first thing we did was go to the bar and get a drink before even checking if our train was on schedule, but I digress.

So we get to Orvieta, I hope. Can you look it up for me? Orvieto. Ooh, you're welcome. Orvieto. I like it. I don't know if in Italy, you really are. You are like that.

So I won't. So we get to Orvieto, right? Yeah. Orvieto, yeah. And we meet all our roommates and our loving experiencing the culture, food and people in the small town of Orvieto. During the month of October, we got a fall break, which meant we got two weeks off of school to travel and experience life abroad.

Our roommate, Allison, me and Hannah all decided it would be fun to travel to Greece for part of our fall break. We would first fly to Athens and stay there for a few nights, and then from Athens, we would fly to Mekanos. We booked our Airbnb for both Athens and Mekanos, and before we knew it, we were on our flight to Athens. When we got to Athens, we had to take a train from the airport to where we were staying, and this was a challenge because none of us could speak or read Greek. But after a few hours, we finally figured it out, and we're stepping off the train into beautiful, nope, not beautiful. We were stepping into what we did not know at the time was one of the most dangerous

neighborhoods in Greece. Great! Awesome! It was dark and we pretty much sprinted to our Airbnb from the train station and did not leave until the next morning to go into the actual town of Athens and explore. Ha! Trick to you, nothing bad happens in Athens, even though it would have made more sense based on where we were staying. Now it's time to go to Mekanos. Mekanos. Mekanos. It just reminds me of um, wasn't that where Lindsey Lohans, uh, fucking, goddammit, reality show us. Oh, was it? Wasn't it like the one that she had with MTV? I never finished watching it, but I think it was in Mekanos. I don't think I ever actually watched it. I only listened to Sup.

I love that show. I think it was Mekanos. So we got on our plan to fly from Athens to Mekanos. I meant to say plain. And then we find our beautiful Airbnb. It's a ground level studio that opens up to the blue and white cobblestone streets of Greece with blue shutters. And we basically realize we are living out our Mamma Mia dream.

Celia, that's awesome. The studio is one room and in that room is the kitchen and an area for three twin beds. Then there's a little door off to the side where the bathroom is. The kitchen is near the front door and there's a little sink with shutters above it. Now it is important to note for the story that most windows in Greece are just shutters, two shutters on the inside and two on the outside that hook together. There is no glass.

So we're settling into our Airbnb and it's about 8 p.m. when we decide we should go out for some drinks. We start walking around the town and find this bar that's right on the water. When we walk in, there's a small wedding party going on and they're handing out free drinks to everyone and blasting Mamma Mia.

Mamma Mia! Here I go again! Staying at this bar was an obvious and easy choice. All three of us are having the best time drinking, meeting people from all over the world, and just dancing the night away. Around 1am, we decide that it's time to go back to our Airbnb, so we head out. After walking for a minute, we kind of realize we are not too sure how to get home But the island is small and we generally know where our place is. We keep walking and something in my gut tells me to turn around When I do I see a man walking just far enough away from us Far away enough from us to notice him. He shouts at us. Hi girls. Do you need some help? Just like that. I don't know. It just came to me. Hi girls. He's increased. Hi girls. You need some help. You like that. I don't know, it just came to me. Hi girls. He's in Greece.

Hi girls, do you need some help? You hear that in Greece, Ron. That's not Greece. I don't know, I just wanted to get it like that. My morbid brain immediately jumps into action. I say, no, we are fine. Screw the thank you. And being polite, there's no room to be nice when I start.

And you're kind of lost in a different country. Bye. So we keep walking and are chatting to each other when I turn around again, and the man is still behind us We know where we are now and are only about one minute from our place and my gut was telling me don't show him where you live Hell yeah, you get it There's a corner coming up and as I turn to take it I yank both of my friends by their shirts around the corner and we crouch down behind a small wall to hide Good for you the man walks right past us

We realize our front door is directly across from where we are. Once the man is out of sight, me and my friends run to the front door, unlock it and go inside. My heart is racing. Hannah goes to lay down in one of the bed's beds, but I suggest to Allison that we barricade the door in the windows. So if he somehow saw where we live

and tries to get in, then all this stuff will fall over and wake us up. So, very smart. So we stack our suitcases and chairs in front of the front door, and then we stack plates and cups in front of the window above the sink. That's so smart. That was really smart.

That's what my mom did in Boston. And that's what I bought just a strangler was around. I was just thinking that. And to think of that, like after a night of drinking is especially, I'm like, that's very impressive. We also agree that we should grab some type of defense tool from the kitchen, but when we begin looking for something all the Airbnb has is freaking butter knives butter knives. I can't even cut butter straight out of the fridge with a butter knife, but it'll

have to do. So Allison and I grabbed the butter knives setting one next to peacefully sleeping Hannah and we get into our beds. We decide to keep the lights on because that show was scary. And after about 30 minutes, we both fall asleep. Around four a.m., I wake up and hear a noise. It sounds like the shutters above the sink are banging against each other. I decide to wake Allison up and I say,

hey, do you hear that noise? It sounds like the shutters are moving. She's half asleep and says, it's probably just the wind. In my mind, I'm thinking the wind, we just got followed home and barricaded the door and fear, but also she could be right. And I'm probably paranoid. So I get back into my bed and keep my eyes locked on the shutters above the kitchen sink. As I do, the banging gets louder and I see them begin to

shake in and out of the window slot. This time, I spring out of bed with my butter knife and shake Allison awake. She immediately looks at the shutters and goes, okay, probably not the wind. We both quietly and slowly walk over to the shutters. Allison in front and me directly behind her. Our pitiful butter knives are held up near our ease, and Allison opens the shutters. You went from ease to ears. Ears.

This is a ease. Ears. When you really have to pronounce it hard for some reason, it does just go like Southern. It gets hot. Ears. When you really have to pronounce it hard for some reason, it does just go like southern. It gets hard. Ears. It's hard. The pernayans.

Hard. Nore. I must go. There, halfway through our window is the man who followed us home with a black ski mask pulled over his face. That. Kill him.

We will kill him. We lock eyes in my friend Allison. Let's out the man The screen yell that I have ever heard so maybe it was her that was saying better earlier What is a manly yell You see this intruder and your window and you're like, ahh! The face that went along with that just made me spit everywhere. Oh man, the man freezes then quickly backs out of the shutters and runs to the tree.

Alice and I slid, the shutters closed and run to grab our phones. It was awake at this point. We're all closed and run to grab our phones. It has a wake at this point. We're all pretty much just shitting our pants. We're mainly screaming for me. It's great. We had a lot of the bad as Allison called out the police, but the language barrier is making it impossible for them to know where we're located.

The police simply say that they're on their way and hang up. At this point, it's about 4.30 AM. I FaceTime my mom to let her know it's going on and she is freaking out, but also calming me down. I start to feel sick partially because my hangover is starting to make an appearance and partially because I'm traumatized and I throw up in the trash can. I wouldn't do. Honestly, 30 minutes later the police still aren't there. So we call them back and they ask us if we can go outside in the dark to try to find them. I grab the phone. It was not my thus moment. It started yelling at them to freaking find us before the man comes back and that, no,

I will not be going outside when he could be waiting right there. Honestly, you're fine this moment, don't worry about it. All the police say is that they'll continue to try to find us. We all sit on the bed waiting for them to arrive, keeping in contact with our family. When the police finally do arrive, it is 8 a.m.

Yup, 8 a.m. It took them over three hours to find us when we were literally in the heart of Mekino. When the police finally do arrive, it is 8 a.m. She's... Yep, 8 a.m. It took them over three hours to find us when we were literally in the heart of mecanos. Wow, that's upsetting. When they get there, they ask us questions and we try to explain what happened to the best of our ability.

When we finally go outside, we see a huge black footprint on the window platform where he tried to come in. He's... That's terrifying. They take our statements and leave, saying they'll update us if they find anything. We never heard from them again. Awesome. After the police left, we notified the Airbnb host about what happened.

And she was just an angel. She gave us a full refund. Apologize profusely, saying that nothing like this has ever happened at the Airbnb. And even recommended a safe hotel on the island. What a mom-a-bear. We got out of that Airbnb so fast and went to check into the hotel. That night in the hotel we barricaded everything again just in case and all slept huddled together. We ended up staying in Meek and Oce and it still is my favorite place I visited

while studying abroad so don't let the story stop you from going. Maybe you just know where your Airbnb is and get home before 1 a.m. There you go. I'm still left wondering what he wanted. Us, our passports, money, who knows? All I know is screw that guy, truly. Honestly. When we got back home from studying abroad, I got broken into two more times. Wow. No, I was not drunk.

Yes, the doors were locked. Yes, I was being smart and safe. I guess I just detracted this stuff. I've gone to therapy. Oh, for real. I've gone to therapy because having this happened to you three times, messes with you pre-ad. Yeah. And I'm happy to say that I'm doing better. Oh, I'm glad. We got a dog her name is Daisy and she makes me feel so safe. Oh god. They know they'll fuck people up for you. She actually scared the guy off during the second break and

Oh, yeah, Daisy. I included pictures of her in my two other kitty cats as well as the footprint on the next page. Also, we just got simply safe and I love that shoe. Hell yes. So fast. Annie, who I hope you enjoyed my tale and thank you, take it away, Ash. Keep it weird, but also where that you try to live out your mom and me at dreams and then a creepy man follows you home and all you have to defend yourself is butter knives and the police don't find you for over three hours by. Whoa.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Is a beautiful, beautiful muffin that I literally just want to snuggle. I love her. Daisy May. And that's you, print is horrifying.

Oh my god. And your cat's Theo, Ted, and Mr. Munchy, man. Mr. Munchy, man. Oh my god. Oh my god, that, this is like a straight-up footprint. That man had a huge ass from it. That's scary as hell. Oh my god, you're so pretty.

I don't like that. You have great hair. You have great hair. Great hair. Um, wow, that was absolutely terrifying. Yeah. He did it. He did it.

Well, that was a fantastical installment of Listener Tales. It was like slightly international at times. Ah, but yeah, most times, right? Yeah, it was like, and by slightly, I mean, it was international sometimes. Yeah. Not slightly. It's never slightly international.

It was fully international sometimes. A little bit old. But wow, you guys, some of those were hilarious. Some of those were terrifying. Yeah. And fucking Amy's dad. Amy's fucking dad. I'm stuck on Amy's dad.

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