Morbid - Listener Tales 28

Episode Date: May 16, 2021

Listener tales 28 coming at ya! This bunch of listener tales features a crazy story of a listener’s near death experience with a cannibal, a random but spooky occurance of a classical music loving ghost and a tale about the dangers of jumping over Mary Jane T’s grave!  As always, thank you to our sponsors: HelloFresh: Go to HelloFresh.com/morbid12 and use code morbid12 for 12 free meals, including free shipping! Capsule: To sign up, visit capsule.com to get your prescription hand delivered today—for free. BetterHelp: This podcast is sponsored by BetterHelp and [Morbid: A True Crime Podcast] listeners get 10% off their first month at betterhelp.com/Morbid Caliper: Get 20% off your first order when you use promo code MORBID at TRYCALIPER.COM/MORBID 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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There you go. I don't think you did that the last few times. I haven't done that a while. I left a hole in my soul. I don't even know if I just said it right. It felt wrong. Brought to you by you for you and all about you. I feel like there's another thing. I don't know. But I like it either way. Thank you. It makes me feel better.

Yeah, so we have had a crazy week. We hope you guys enjoyed the extra episode with Heather Bish because that was amazing to do. Oh my God. So good to talk to Heather. She was amazing. I mean, you guys, if you've listened to it, you heard. She's just so eloquent the way she's able to talk about the case. Yeah. She's also so easy to talk to she is it was it was really really eye-opening It was awesome. It was such an easy conversation. We you know She's welcome back anytime she wants to come back and hopefully Eventually we will have updates that she can come back and we can all be like yay

And you know who can help us with that is all of you guys So definitely you know listen to the episode. We put all the links and everything that you need in the show notes where the description of the episode is because I know sometimes people are like, what are show notes and I understand because when I first started on the new podcast, I was like, what's a show note? But that's not the idea. Yeah, it's just where the description is of the podcast, wherever you're listening to it.

Exactly. We put the links there. So make sure you do that because I think, what she had to say was important and what she's doing is important. And let's support the bishops and families like them. Ops, loot, lady. So but, yeah, today we're gonna do a listener tale

because we love listener tales. We are. We do have a little bit of business first that I literally remembered as you hit record. So you're looking at me like, what's our fucking list? I'm like, what is the business what's our fucking business. Oh, yes, if you do not have an Instagram or a Twitter or you live under a rock I guess, we are going to do another virtual live show just because we can't cut enough of you. We can't. And we're gonna do one on the actual summer solstice. It's also Father's Day so like it's for

you dads. Yes, and dads. Or dad like figures. Or dad like figures. So it's going to be June 20th at 8 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, and it's going to get weird, it's going to get kooky, it's going to be awesome. We have an idea for like costumes. Yeah, we're excited. Are we going to do, I think we should.

Yes. Okay, so if you want to get tickets, you can go to onlocationlive.com slash category slash morbid. Now there also is a t-shirt bundle and I've seen a lot of confusion on the interwebs. So there is a t-shirt bundle where you can like decide to get a t-shirt with your ticket and there's no prompts that's like, hey, what size do you want? You're supposed to get an email later on. Check your spam folder if you don't see it right away. And you can pick your size.

Sizes should go up, should go from small to XXXL. If you only received an email that was up to XL, you're gonna get another email and we'll fix everything for you. It was like a weird thing and like the coding of the website. We're a little glitch. We're a little glitch there.

But promise, it's completely, you'll get it. You'll get it to your shirt. And if you don't, well, mail one specifically to your house. Yes, you don't. We'll fix it ourselves for you. Check it. I don't really know what that was. She suddenly became like a geriatric woman.

Old men, Jenkins over here. A sponge bulb. You know that that's a thing. Now, geriatric. I think I'm a geriatric woman. I'm SpongeBob. You know that that's a thing now, geriatric. I think I'm a geriatric. You are. That's fun. I didn't want to talk to you.

I didn't want to talk to myself. With my youngest, I was almost considered a geriatric pregnancy. I was like right on the cast. That's really funny. Which, like what a term. It's also pretty rude, because it's like, I'm not like to rude way to describe. I'm not like, you know. It just, it's, come on. It's also pretty rude, because it's like, I'm not like to rude way to describe it. I'm not like, you know?

It just, it's, come on. It's pregnancy. Or it's like, hey, I'm just a millennial, okay? I'll take older millennial. Actually, to be honest, I kind of love geriatric millennial. I was gonna say, I would rather be a geriatric millennial than a zillennial, which I am.

Yeah, I don't like, listen, Gen Z, like, thanks for listening. I bet you guys are cool like, thanks for listening. I bet you guys are cool as how, like, that are listening. I want to keep my skinny jeans. I will never wear, oh wait, I do wear a middle part. Yeah, you do.

I was like, I will never wear a side part, but that's actually your jam. So it makes sense, I guess. So you know what? I think she doth protest too much. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, let you know, it's a great, great title. So it says, I will save us all the Ui-gui stuff. I love y'all and all of y'all shenanigans. As I'm sure from the opening line, I'm, yeah, as I am sure, just from the opening line,

I must be a nice southern lady. Yeah, well, that's T total baby-back bullshit. Wow. I'm Claire and I'm from the good ol' swamps of Louisiana. Oh, Claire, you were my kind of person. Wait, the food is soulful and there's all kinds of weird shit around every corner. I love you, Claire. So hold on to your back sides because your girl here has partaken in some high-class oregano.

And I finally have the courage to send you all this event that is 15 years later gives me nightmares. You can use names, I already changed them. Oh, Claire. I love Claire. And then you're going to love her even more from this next part. I'm so excited. Okay. And so Fia's voice picture it. But crack of America. I mean Louisiana circa 2007. Oh, man. My bestie girl, Andrea Malonson and I being the little mud crickets we are at a whopping 10 years old are in her backyard just fucking around throwing creek mud at each other in the far back side of her family's land. While in normal Louisiana fashion, I had just gone to go exploring to see her to see if her ship red ship red. Shiphead brother Jamie had his shit head best friend Blake were

just messing with us when they said that there was a gator in the pond on the far back side of the land. So in Mudcricket River Roach fashion, we ran to investigate. Open our literal excursion, which wasn't that much of an excursion since we were all of a football field away from our house. Anyway, I walked from the pond because was not shit back there, except an old rusty Volkswagen van and a beaver dam. What I discovered was not at all what I expected. You know when one of our beloved family pets die, we cremate them or bury them in the backyard or whatever.

Okay, so when I stumble upon tiny headstone saying shit like, Jack, beloved friend who caught the car. Okay, cool, no big deal, still kind of weird, but teach their own. But tell me why I see a a full-size headstone. Like, these people got money to blow on a boogey ass headstone for the family dog. So I waddle over to go full Nancy Drew on this odd discovery. Okay, ready? Here's what the headstone says. Quote, quote, McClellan,

beloved husband, father, and NASCAR fan. Okay, what the fuck? Here comes Andrea, and she's just like, oh yeah, that's my dad. And just leads me back to the house, like that didn't just happen, but. Oh, that's just my dad. That's just my dad.

It's just my dad. But whatever, we had a sick night plan to playing those old school video games that you plugged into the AV cables on the TV. And let SpongeBob go ape shit around Bikini Bottom. That's funny that I just and let SpongeBob go ape shit around bikini bottom. That's funny that I just talked about SpongeBob. But of course that changed when Jamie and Blake had the bright idea to watch a scary movie.

No live Blake was a total hottie. Like think young Justin Bieber, but in Wranglers and NASCAR has. So of course, we obliged. Okay, don't worry. We're getting to the end and meet what you need, but this is a shit show. We're not taking away anything. Nothing. I have a bladder, the size of a grape, so all that sugar gasoline, the OG monster drink with the purple scratches that shit slapped. Ran right through me.

I just walked over to the potty room, which has deer antlers over every possible service, and a camouflage shower curtain. See picture 9 on the listing. Because she sent the listing of the house. I love it. Oh yeah, what a taste and see picture 9 on the listing. Because she sent like a listing of the house. I love it. Oh yeah, what a taste and decor we have in the south. So whatever, do my business, stand up, wash my hands, and I kid you not.

The shower curtain swings open faster than my cats when they hear the food can pop. That's really fast. I screamed, but I thought, oh, it's just Blake. Oh, no, it was definitely not Blake. There was nothing there. I go to open the door and get the fuck out of that situation, but guess what? The door was locked. Okay, that didn't, that door didn't have a lock, so like again, what the

fuck? I just shut the fuck up and I think, okay, well, there's a demon in here about to drag me to hell. No, we do. It's fine. But then the lights go off. Like, okay, sister, you don't want me in your bathroom, but I only drank like three energy drinks, and I had to go. Well, as I'm lying there, thinking about how pissed my mom is gonna be when I call her as I get out of that tacky,

possessed bathroom to come get my ass. Andrea opens the door and asks me if I fell in or something. Like bitch inserts Bianca Del Rio rolling her eyes. Did you not just hear all that nonsense? She said, no, Blake and Jamie are asleep, so we're going to bed. I reluctantly followed and curled up in my fabulous Kim possible fleece PJ pants because you know bad bitch. Oh yeah. Call me a beep beep if you want to page me. It's okay. Anyways, there you go. 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 dooms 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. Follow this is actually happening wherever you get your podcasts. You can listen ad-free on the Amazon Music or Wundery app. Hey there fellow podcast listener, it's Elena. And Ash, and we're taking you back to the days before streaming services.

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You can listen early and add free on the Amazon Music or Wondery app. Darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn,arn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn,arn, darn, d here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, yeah, it's just my auntie. She loves a good laugh. Yeah, I just gathered my shit in my sparkly Hannah Montana duffel bag and called my mother to come get me. She asked if I had fun to which I replied, no mother, I did not have fun. I almost got murdered by my best friend's dead aunt who likes to mess with people at their most vulnerable. Vulnerable.

She was quiet and just said something like, I hope it was a really good time. Really mom? Really? Anyway, I digress. I'm sorry for the lengthy nonsense, but I've been wanting to tell this story a really good time. Really mom, really? Anyway, I digress. I'm sorry for the lengthy nonsense, but I've been wanting to tell this story for a long time. So when I saw the creepy ass house was for sale,

I thought this was the perfect time to share. So I attached the real estate listing, and when you look in the backyard, just remember, through all that, bro, bro, bro, brush, and greenery, that has grown up this whole bag's dad is just chilling six feet under with the dogs. The house just has creepy vibes, but any who, I hope you all keep it weird, but not so weird

that you and your best friend turned into a mud-cricket river roach quains at 10 years old to go exploring on the family land and stumble upon dead daddy buried next to the dog and then go back to the house and watch a shitty scary movie and get fucked with, but your friend's dead aunt while trying to evacuate three energy drinks that you should not have drunk from your bladder and end up looking like a blubbering idiot because you're just 10 and that's fucked. Anyway, okay, let me back. She didn't say I love you, I don't know why I ended that. Claire. Also, Ash, my cat is named Frankie, but we regularly refer to her as Frank, Frank-Frankenfort, Franklin, and Francesca. That's her legal name and my personal favorite cut. Here's the listing. Page 9 is the creepy bathroom or whatever is left of it. This family fell off the map. On the last picture, the long skinny part in the

back area is where all the dead things are. I guess we can post this. It's like public record. Where all the dead things are. Right. I love that so much. That's phenomenal. So funny. All right. So mine is titled Teen Murderers in my Boyfriend's High School. Fun! Wow! Not at all! Let's do this. Hey ladies, I'm a huge fan of your podcast. I just started listening a few months ago and I've listened to every episode. You guys really brighten up my day and I love the way you guys do so much research. It shows how much you enjoy it. Thank you so much. Thank you. You do enjoy it.

How do you? Anyways, I've always wanted to send you a listener tale, but I haven't had anything too crazy happen that close to me. I guess you're lucky. I was gonna say, yesterday my boyfriend sent me an article and I realized it's finally my chance. It is your time to shine. You have the golden ticket. Um, feel free to use my name and my boyfriends

if you use this for the podcast. This isn't a super personal story, but it happened pretty close to me, so I thought I would send it in. So here we go. My name is Aurora. I love that name. Princess.

Princess Aurora. Princess. One of my daughters would love you. I love you. Yes, really. Also, that's apparently becoming a, it's like one of the most commonly names now, like for like babies this year.

It's, it has a resurgence. Everyone was at home watching Sleeping Beauty this year. Yeah, I think it's because of you, Aurora. I think so year. It's it has a resurgence. Everyone was at home watching Sleeping Beauty this year. Yeah, I think it's because of you Aurora. I think so too. I think it is. It's a pretty name. It is. Aurora, Borealis.

Hey, Aurora. We love your name. Aurora. My name is Aurora, and I'm a junior in high school. I live in Las Vegas, Nevada. Yes, scary shit happens here all the time, but this one is especially crazy. My boyfriend had a friend group last year, pre-COVID and all that stuff. And there was one kid that was always a little weird. Yesterday that kid was arrested for murdering his girlfriend's dad. The murderer was Aaron Guerrero,

an 18-year-old junior in high school. Apparently his 16-year-old girlfriend's dad was not very approving of their relationship. I always hate these. I know because you know where it's going. Hate these so much. Every time. So they decided to murder him. You might think, oh, they probably just shot him. That's what I thought at first, too. But no, they did something much, much worse. Not all the details are out yet because it's happened so recently, but from what we know now, they stabbed him to death first. Then tried to dismember his body with a chainsaw, a circular saw, and a hand saw. Why so many saws?

Now this must have not been as easy as they thought, because they then set the whole house on fire, most likely trying to burn away evidence. Yikes. Evidently, they weren't very smart because the same day a few hours earlier, surveillance footage at Winco showed the daughter buying two gallons of bleach and a gallon of orange juice and his own daughter. That's so fucked up. And also to you guys not know that surveillance exists. That's okay.

We are all on TV all the mother fucking time. And these are the youngs. These are the youths. Do they have only known a world that has... That is watching runs everywhere, yet they still do this shit. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I recently found out that like Instagram was having problems

where like people found out that you... Like when you were scrolling through Instagram, they were watching you through your camera. So Instagram has seen me on the can far too many times. That's so fun. So fun. It's like, why do they do this? And no matter, even when you're on Instagram,

if you close out the app, the little camera button that says your camera was in use is up, it freaks me the fuck out. Ew, I don't like that at all. I just, whenever the olds make this mistake, I'm like, okay, I can kind of understand that. Because it's like you've lived in a world that didn't have cameras everywhere.

So I get that. But when the youths do it, it's like, I mean, I'm glad they make the mistake. I'm so glad they're wrong. I'm so glad they made this mistake. But I'm like, what an idiot. Ding guy. Ding guy. The plural of. Ding guy. Ding guy. The plural of dingus. This is another lesson with Ashkel.

Thank you for being here today. The more you know. So the other footage showed Aaron leaving Home Depot buying multiple saws and gloves. Funny God, guys. Also, I think like I don't really go to Home Depot so I don't know if it has self-checkout, but imagine being the person that

you check that person out and you're like, what do you do with all these sauce? Do do. Are you a lumber man? And literally they all try to have a conversation with you to be like, oh, oh, plant in a garden. What are we up to today? You're like sure, I am and they're like, good luck.

You work it on a tree house? But they're like, something like that. Cutting something with these songs. Cutting everything up in here. All the bleach. I wouldn't know what to do. I'd literally be like are you burtering someone? Later? Are you doing that? Yeah. Are you doing the first thing that's popping my head? I'd be like oh have fun with your murder I suppose. All I'd be like, oh, you have fun. Now with your murder, I suppose. All I want is like a listener tale of somebody who knows like a cashier that's got to murder or dead in his tracks by being like,

are you murdering someone today? So like, you're not murdering someone, right? Like this is an, I can't sell you this if you're gonna do that. Well, you're not stupid enough to just go through my line with all this shit, right? And then go murder someone. See that over there?

Right? They call that security. No, you can't. Security cameras. You can't be that stupid. Right over there. Look, look. Yeah, yeah, your face, right there, boom. We got ya.

She just runs out of there like never mind. Never mind, I didn't do it. What? I need that to be a solution. I just have a lot of laundry. So unfortunately, they stole the victim's car and ran away to Utah. They weren't found till five days later when they were catching a train ride and a police

officer asked to see Aaron's ticket. He admitted he didn't have one, they asked for his ID, and did a quick search to find they both had warrants out for their arrest. Goodbye. They were brought back to Las Vegas and arrested. As for the girlfriend, not a lot of information is told about her because she's a minor, but she was definitely 100% involved in help throughout the process. That like hurts my soul.

Yeah, her father. Her father. And for some 16-year-old little dingus, like you ruin your entire lives and take the life of someone else because of some 16-year-old little dingus. Like guess what, I feel like you guys probably work and I like make it out that much further I don't think this was gonna be endgame Statistically not so much. I think I think it was gonna end pretty soon I'm sure we'll find out once much more once their trial begins my boyfriend was so shocked that someone that he had been friends with could have done

Something this awful more is still unraveling so I'll leave some links to articles and stuff and stuff and you guys can follow along to see what else comes out. Thank you so much, ladies, for making my day so much more morbid. If you read this on the show, shout out my boyfriend, Kio, for me please. Hey, Kio! Kio! I promise we'll keep it weird, but not so weird that you do this. That's what we were going through the freaking Home Depot with eight sauce. Like what? You ding, guys. Is that a boat?

So you know what, thank you, Rory, and thank you Pio for this. Didn't even know that your name was Rory. I love that. Love it so much. Actually, no, your name's not Rory, it's a Rora. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Rory.

Wow, wow, wow. That was a me moment, guys. It's been a long week. I don't know if we told Rory. My brain has short circuitage quite a bit this week. So, Rory is a great nickname for a rock. It is. Well, moving along here.

Seriously, thank you so much for that story because that was crazy. That one was bananas. And once more. Hi, Kio. Hi, Kio. My next one is called Listener Tale. Childhood Fun in the Witches Cemetery.

I'm obsessed. And it comes with a description, a spooky tale of a local witch haunted cemetery with a heavy metal band twist. You won't want to miss out. It's about a 10-minute read of that helps. Love you guys. And are you speaking directly to my soul? Not only did it come with a description, a time of how long it would take me to read it. It also came with a purfa, with a purfa, a PDF if you will. Purfa. I love a purfa. Hey, that kind of sounds like purfa, if you say it, that's that.

It does, and I was a little sad. Trouble, some. Anyways, but I'm very excited for this one. Everyone settle in with me. I also want to know if this person timed themselves to like, like, write it out loud in time themselves to see how long the read would be. I'm in a time. Do it. Let's see.

I'm a little bit stressed though because what I find myself. Yeah, and don't try to like speed through it. Well, I just do your thing. Do your thing. Do your thing. Okay. Just feel it. Are we are we are we a lot in time for like comments?

Yeah. Sure. Okay. Yeah. So 10 minutes in change. Exactly. Okay. Tell me when to go. Go.

Hello, ladies of morbid. My name is JC. Feel free to use my name. I hope it's JC and not JC, and I'm saying it all correct. I'm going to go with JC. Anyways, yeah, see you already time. You're killing it. I of course have to start off by saying how awesome

I think the both of you are. Every time I get a notification of a new episode dropping, it feels like Christmas. You are easy, or excuse me, easily my favorite true crime podcast and impress me every episode I think the both of you are. Every time I get a notification of a new episode dropping it feels like Christmas. You are easy, or excuse me, easily my favorite true crime podcast and impress me every episode with how much time and effort you put into your research. Thank you.

That was really nice. I know. I live for your content and your energetic and hilarious personalities. Seriously, you weirdos are amazing. You're amazing. I know, you're amazing. Today I have for you a spooky local legend

about a witch that might still haunt her cemetery grounds. Oh, bring it. That's everything I've ever needed in my life. I grew up and still live in Jackson County, Minnesota. This is a small rural community, dammit, it's a county, on the southern border of Minnesota. Community, too, I bet. It is, yeah, I bet it's a community.

On the southern border of Minnesota. Basically, Iowa, but I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk about it. I don't know anything about Iowa. It's other than nothing. Why don't you want to talk about it? What happens in Iowa? But now I want to talk about it.

It's all I want to talk about. Oh, I guess it explains it in the next sentence. We Minnesotans are proud. So, yeah. As a family, we love to camping in the local county campgrounds, and it was a big part of my childhood. We didn't go real camping, you know, sleeping in tents with a cooler full of hot dogs

for survival. We cheated and had a camper, and it was simply just a place to hang out with other families by the lake. We had it. That's real camping as far as I'm concerned. That's the most camping. True family loves camping,

and they have like a gorgeous camper, and I'm like, nope, sorry, I. True family loves camping, and they have like a gorgeous camper. And I'm like, nope, sorry, I can't come that weekend. And they're like, please, will you just camp ash? And I'm like, someday, no. There was plenty to keep us kids busy at these campgrounds. We entertained ourselves by swimming and fishing in the lake, getting splinters on the questionably built playground. And of course, riding our bikes wherever we could.

We often would ride our bikes to the rickety, but awesome lookout towers scattered in the parks. I'll attach a picture below. Very sweet home Alabama. I love the campgrounds. That's exactly what I pictured them as too. The picture is exactly what I pictured. I thought you meant sweet home Alabama.

That too, sure. Yes, the campgrounds were fairly large with many beautiful paved bike trails surrounding them, so we had no shortage of places to ride. Knowing what I know now about child objections and other terrible things from all the true crime cases I've heard about, I question our parents for letting us zoom around on our bikes

wherever the wind took us, but it was a simpler time back then. Oh, he really was. It was. One of our favorite activities of course was to quote adventure. Our adventures. My kids love to do adventure.

Like that's what it's called. They literally ask to go on adventures. Let's go adventure. Can we go on an adventure? It's a noun, it's becoming everything. It's adventure, it's just, it's the new, I don't know. Adventure, so hot right now.

Yeah, that's what I was going for. Okay, our adventure's been riding our bikes to new places, building forts and all things we adults miss about childhood. We had an adventure that I remember doing a few times and now looking back I wonder why the hell we were out there. My memory these days isn't perfect, so I am so stupid. But I am also almost certain that we were dared by someone's dumbass dad to go out there. The local legend legends surrounding this place was definitely something to be told around a smoldering campfire.

While we shoved our faces full of smores made with burnt marshmallows. Oh my god, yes. We were told the legend of Mary Jane, Terwilligar. I'm already so obsessed with that. Terwilligar? Is that a Williger? Is that a Williger? Terwilligar.

I don't know. Yeah, tea, Mary Jane tea. The Witch Barried at Loon Lake Cemetery. Hell yes. As I feel like that's where I should be, Mary. Blue-Lake. As with all local legends, the story varies person to person, but this is how many remember it.

Mary Jane was a witch that was beheaded. She was beheaded. She was beheaded. Beheaded in 18 days. She just covered your body. I was beheaded. Fuck. I was beheaded. Fuck. I don't want to make fun of this because it's lab-scared. No, it's scary. Mary Jane was a witch that was beheaded in

1880 by townspeople of Petersburg, Minnesota. Side note, I actually live in Petersburg and I always say in order to live there You have to be aware though and this only solidifies the theory. Oh, yes It is said that Mary Jane was buried in Loon Lake Cemetery with the axe used to murder her. Oh, that's rude. I don't know why you would give her a weapon in the afterlife. I thought it was just really rude. It is.

Many people say she was not the only witch in the area, but that she was the lead witch of a covenant. Oh, bad ass mother fucking bad. Mary Jane, let's get it. I was gonna say, of course, Mary Jane was in a loan. She had a covenant. Of course she did. She's Mary Jane. Yeah. Mary Jane. At Mary Jane wasn't alone. She had a cousin. Of course she did. She's Mary Jane

Yeah, it's Mary Jane At the time the townspeople tolerated the witchery until it started to cause trouble These witches were buried in Lune Lake cemetery because it was desolate and was a place to bury orphans and other outcast members of society Why the place like that even exists is a Desolate cemetery for Witches I thought even exists. There is a desolate cemetery for orphans and witches. So what the fuck? That sounds like everything is gonna get real fucked up for them in the afterlife.

At Stephen King. Have you heard of this place? We know you did pet cemetery, but let's talk about Lune Lake cemetery. Let's talk about the witches and orphans buried in this desolate cemetery on a lake. That would make such a good movie. I'm gonna Twitter Stephen King about this.

So you go ahead and Twitter Stephen King. It is said, if you go out to the Loon Lake Cemetery and jump over Mary Jane's grave, three times, you will have bad luck for the rest of your life. That's pretty good to it. Why does fuck would you ever do that then? It's like you can avoid that. The rest of your life, not just like seven years.

No. Some say it only takes one jump, and you will die an unnatural death within three days. You ever do that thing? You can avoid that. The rest of your life, not just like seven years? No. Some say it only takes one jump, and you will die an unnatural death within three days. No, thank you. There are a lot of car accidents, suicides, and other supernatural things that some locals attribute to Mary Jane's curse. Doesn't this story sound like a perfect tale to tell a group of curious children? Of course.

Whether it was dare or childlike curiosity, we eventually all rode our bikes down to Lunelake Cemetery. Contrary to what you may be picturing in your heads, this was not a far adventure for us at all. This haunted cemetery is conveniently located directly off the gravel road that goes right through the family fun park. We rode our bikes right down to the entrance of the path that led to the back of the cemetery. From there, we had to walk up the path to the cemetery.

The path essentially is just one pass with the lawnmower through the tall pra the cemetery. From there we had to walk up the path to the cemetery. The path essentially is just one pass with the lawnmower through the tall prairie grass. Thankfully, you can see the cemetery from the entrance of the path. I feel like I've said path a lot of times. Path. Say path again. Path to path. It sits up on a nul in the middle of the prairie land. If you know anything about this part of the Midwest, you know that our land is mostly cornfields and flat as a pancake. The cemetery on the hill surrounded by red pine trees is eerie in and of itself. Let alone being haunted by witches. I'm so into this. I want to live there. We walked back to the cemetery to find a sad excuse of a chain-link fence surrounding what looked to be like a lot of nothing.

The only thing post-1800s about this place was the newer headstone right at the entrance of the cemetery that displays the name of the known people resting in the cemetery. Of course, we looked for the name that we had heard about around the campfire, Mary Jane T. We found her name out there and screeched an excitement. So cool. To have bad luck for the rest of your life. A few of my braver friends explored the desolate cemetery while a few of us chickens never made it very far past the fence. I kept thinking back to the legend of jumping over Mary Jane's grave, and as you can imagine, back in the day, a bitch was not trying to jump over that shit. Hell no. Mm-mm, you were smart.

We visited the Loon Lake cemetery quite often during our childhood camping days, with all the adventures turning out pretty similar. There aren't many headstones left in the cemetery, so we couldn't never find Mary Jane's grave. Nothing too wild happened to us, and luckily none of us ended up with a curse of bad luck or worse. Sometimes it pays to be a little bit of a chicken. The legend of the Witch Mary Jane is still alive in Jackson County, and it's a fun, creepy tale to those who don't know anything about it. As much as locals would like it all to- as much as locals would all like it to be, unfortunately, it is not really the truth about Mary Jane. Mary Jane T was born on January 5th, 1862, and Borderplanes, Iowa. She was the eighth and final child of John and Phoebe.

John and Phoebe resided in Minnesota, township in Jackson County. They were pioneers who made their living as farmers until John's death at the extraordinary age of 101. Damn John! That's cry. Holy shit. Phoebe also lived a long life, living to be about 92 years old, and was finally buried in Loon Lake Cemetery next to her husband. Mary Jane unfortunately did not live the long life

that her parents had. Mary Jane died on March 5, 1880 at age 18. Wow. She spent her final days in Cherokee, Iowa, where she was working as a domestic servant. Official records say her cause of death was diptheria, a respiratory disease, with no known care until the 1920s.

So she wasn't axed off. Yeah. Like no ax at all. Oh yeah, come on. Diptheria, that sucks. Her remains were brought to Jackson County to be interrupted. Wow, to be interrupted.

To be interrupted. To be interred. But it's interrupted. Corpse interrupted. To be interred by her morning parents at the Moon Lake Cemetery. That's awful. By all accounts, Mary Jane's head was fully attached to her body. No sign of a brutal murder.

That's good for Mary Jane. That is good for her. I mean, I wish she lived a longer life. Me too. The origin of the legend Mary Jane of Mary Jane being a witch is unknown. The director of the Jackson County Historical Society has a hunch that the story was fabricated in the 1880s by a guy named James S. Peters. James lived in the area in Ranemil in Iowa.

He always had a weird thing about witches. Whenever something went wrong at the mill, he would blame witches. Yeah, he would. It makes sense. Yes, he would. It makes sense. Yes he was. Like Mr. Crocker. He would very, very, very, very, very, the fairly odd person. He's like, very God, birds. He's like, motherfucking witches. Local, cheap. Local businesses like bait shopside customers coming from dry towns miles away to buy their beer.

The shopkeepers would tell the story to intrigue their customers and get them talking about the store. These types of stories just spun on for years and years to where we are now today. The same sort of beer drinking folks telling Mary Jane's alleged story just now around a campfire. Well, and her name is Mary,

which I feel like gets attributed to, like witchery a lot. Oh, absolutely. All kinds of spooky legends, like Bloody Mary, all that. I feel like the name just, some girl died at 18. Her name was Mary. She was a witch. But Hattie stopped.

She was buried with her ass. Meanwhile, poor thing had diphtheria. Yeah. I bet. The Loon Lake cemetery could truly have been such a beautiful and historical tribute to pioneers who settled the land years ago. It's the final resting place for many who fought for rights and liberties, veterans of the Civil War and one veteran of the War of 1812 In total the cemetery likely is the final resting place of over a hundred people

Unfortunately, desecration is all you see when you enter her gates That sucks The church who wants to care of the cemetery abandoned it long long ago. How do you just abandon the cemetery? I know that bums me out like what what? There were once around 70 headstones standing in the graveyard yard, and today they're in today less than 10 remain. The only modern thing about the cemetery adorns is the memorial stone at her entrance.

The cemetery is not only fallen victim to abandonment and the elements, but also vandalization. I was waiting for that. I knew it was gonna happen. Local assholes knocked over headstones and even stole them from the cemetery. I feel like that is the worst of luck. You could possibly bring upon yourself.

What kind of dumb do you have to be? A special kind of dumb. Just steal a headstone or knock one over. Not only what kind of dumb, but what kind of asshole? Do you like, that's so deep within you, that kind of asshole? Literally. Wow.

Literally. Wow. Like, why would you ever do that? That asshole. Literally. Wow. Literally. Wow. It's like, why would you ever do that? That's really shitty. Yeah. So, these headstones would get recovered by the local police, thrown out in random yards and road ditches. That's terrible.

Mary Jane, obviously, was a huge target for these piles of garbage who vandalized graves. Her headstone was stolen in the 1990s and eventually found abandoned in somebody's yard. It was taken to the county courthouse where it sat until it was taken by the Jackson County Historical Society to where it now rests safely inside the museum. I love that like Mary Jane just got to be in a museum. She just got to be fancy. She just got to live it up. She just got to live it up.

Someone even attempted to dig up her grave at one point. What? They dug a six foot wide hole and then got about a foot and a half down before stopping. For what? That's all up to us. I love the dig up all our magicians. We're like, oh, that was a good try. We do know that everyone is six feet under, right?

It's not just a joke. The story of most abandoned cemeteries is that the dead will harm the living who enter their graveyard, but the Moon Lake cemeteries quite the opposite. The living have been bringing harm to the undead. In recent years, this Brin some effort made to improve the cemetery. The grass is regularly moored and you can actually see all the headstones. It looks much different now than I remember as a kid, and things are improving thanks to some great local people. I wish I had my own crazy spooky story of Moon Lake Cemetery like hearing voices or even seeing the ghost of Mary Jane herself, but alas, I can only dream.

I do feel like stories of Mary Jane's need to be shared because who knows what these women went through being labeled as witches during this time in history. Lune Lake Cemetery is not home to any witches, just like there were no witches in Salem Village in 1692. On a bit of a lighter note, if you are familiar with the band Megadeff, they wrote a song titled Mary Jane, inspired by the legend. That is awesome. That's wicked cool. Is it David Elson? Yeah, I think so. David Elson, the band's basis, is from my hometown of Jackson, Minnesota. He grew up with a familiar with the legend and co-wrote the song, which appeared on the album so far so good, so what, in 1989? The lyrics tell the tale of being haunted by the Witch of the Wind

around a bridge of the song, oh, excuse me, and the bridge of the song matches the faded epitaph, I can never say that. Inscribed on Mary Jane's Tombstone. After ruining a perfectly good spooky witch story with a bunch of historical facts, I will leave you an intriguing piece of Mary Jane tea's legacy that may make you question some of the facts in her favor. Mary Jane's epitaph may be a permanent and ghostly reminder to those who pass her grave that maybe she does in fact have some supernatural power. Here it is. Kind friends be where as you pass by as you are now so once was I as I am now so you must be prepare therefore to follow me

Look girl girl Mary Jane was a witch my whole body just like Mary Jane was a whole last witch I just became a goose bump. I just became a witch again all over again Goose fuck like what the fuck she's like yeah, look this too. She's like, someday you're gonna die too. You're gonna be right here. Like, damn. Like, that's fucked. And follow me, that's ominous. Follow you into the dark to have a shooting.

I want that on my tombstone, just to scare the shit out of everybody. That makes a lot of sense. Well, that's it. You can end there for a super spooky effect. If you made it this far, thank you so much for the read. Again, you guys are simply amazing. And then they gave a couple of resources and some photos that will definitely have to post.

Yeah. That is the coolest thing I've ever seen. We'll have to post the epitaph because that's really cool. Oh, yeah, it's really cool. Thank you for your story. Thank you for your service. And you know what? I think that was around 14 minutes, but because we stopped at chat. Yeah, so that was like four minutes of comments.

Yeah, that was a pretty good estimate of what it would be. Good job, Jayce. Good for you. Good on you. All right, my next one is called Spoopie Bay Tovan. This one is hilarious. And I'm very excited about this. Hey ladies, first you webinar amazing and hilarious.

Thank you for bringing me some relief to my crazy life. I love that. I love you. I love you. I love you, ladies, she said. I love you, I said. And you remind me of me and my best friend. We both listened to you and have thought about starting our own podcast.

Do it. I was born and raised in Sunburst, Montana. Yes, this bleep in place exists. Sunburst? I don't want to live there because I hate the sun. I mean, I don't like the sun very much, but sunburst. I feel like I would make that my name and just go live on a car. You just be sunburst. But I am currently active duty in the army at Fort Hood and Texas. What a badass you are. Seriously. Thank you. By the way, my job is 19k, which I think you should just look up

for yourselves and see how badass I really am for yourselves on my way. Like, she's literally in my brain. I haven't read it. I know, right? And me too. We get it. I thank you for reading my story and hope it isn't too long. You may use my name. My name is Nicole, and I have a spoopy paranormal story for you. Want me to tell you what she does? Yeah, tell me. The US Army M1 armor crewman works as a part of the team to operate armor equipment and fire weapons to destroy enemy positions. During combat, their role is to operate tanks

and amphibious assault vehicles to engage and destroy the enemy. Nicole, you're a superhero. Wow, that's insane. Bananas. Wow, look at you. All right, Nicole, I feel like,. Wow, that's insane. But Aeneas. Wow, look at you. All right, Nicole, I feel, I feel, I'm like, whoa. I feel like you're in my presence right now

and I feel very like flustered. All right, it all begins with my friend's house, which from some of the stories she has told me seems to be the portal for the paranormal. But that's for another time. My story begins when I came over her house one time to hang out. She lived in Kevin, Montana.

Kevin. Where do you live? I live in Kevin. I live in Kana. I love, you know my kids. Yes. My kids named one of this. Wait, what did they name it?

So there's this thing at the playground there. Oh, right, right, right. And we don't know, there's like one piece of equipment that no one really knows how you play on. It's like a weird piece of equipment. So we named it Kevin. Yes. And now they'll just be like, can we play on Kevin?

I love it. This is the funniest thing I've ever heard. I love it so much. Everything is Kevin. I've seen a dog named Kevin and it just, isn't the dog in? It made me fall over. Oh no, with that bird and the movie up is Kevin.

Oh, but it's Kevin Damn it. Wow, we just had that whole last talk She just gave me it right after this so it says it's pronounced like the name But with an emphasis on the e like even Keven Keven I'm still gonna go. I'm gonna call it Kevin. I'm from Kevin. All right, so slide, I said slide notes. Slide side note, pretty much every other home in this so-called town was a meth house because drug suck, LOL.

They do. She was a sophomore in high school, and I was a freshman. It was after school, and we both got off at her bus stop and walked over to her house. We put our backpacks down and got some drinks and snacks. Now, I have never felt fully comfortable in this house. Anytime I was ever there in the dark, or even in the daytime, I have never felt fully comfortable in this house. Anytime I was

ever there in the dark or even in the daytime, something just never felt right. I felt as though I was always on guard. That's when you know. You can always tell. The creepiest places were the closet and her bedroom, the actual portaled hell, another story for another time, and of course the basement. The basement always creeped me out, even if her and I and all of our friends were down there. But this is the creepiest one, and this, but this is the creepiest and one of the last times I ever went into that basement. So we got back from school and we're having our snacks.

She asked me to go to the freezer and the basement to grab some ice cream sandwiches for us. I would say no. I'd be like, this is your house. Yeah, this is your house. Go get it. I hesitated and then said, yeah, of course I'll go down there. The statement being lightly coated with sarcasm and bullshit. And so I began my descent.

I slowly made my way down the stairs. The hairs on the back of my neck began to stand on end. I've always felt I have a sixth sense when I can feel something else is present. I make it to the bottom of the stairs and turn left. My entire body is on high alert. My nerve endings tingling throughout my body. I'm prepared to haul my skinny ass best straight back up those stairs if some freaking ghost wants to pull some shit on me.

I make my way through the laundry portion of the basement and through the little hallway to the entertainment area. The freezer to the right is right ahead of me to my left. I get in front of the freezer and all of a sudden above me, I hear some old-ass classical-ass powdered wig-haven-ass music playing on what sounds like a radio. Powdered wig-haven-ass, I love that. Now it might see Bond that I didn't just take the fuck off then, but my friend listens to all types of music. All types of different music, even weird old ass Beethoven music. I love classical music.

So I check out to myself and think, this bitch is really listening to some fucking Beethoven right now. This is me at your house. Yes. Yes. I turn to the freezer, grab the ice cream bars, and head back upstairs.

And it's quiet. No music. Me trying to rationalize this creepy-ass music situation thinks she might have just stopped the radio or turned it off because she didn't like what was playing. So I find my friend and laugh at her and shake my head. She says, what are you laughing about? I said, girl, didn't you just have the radio on listening

to Beethoven or some old classical shit? This bitch said, no, I didn't. I have just been sitting here in the living room waiting for you. What the actual fuck? What? I exclaimed and just stood there staring at her, hoping she was lying. She said, yeah, we're the only ones here

and I didn't turn on any music. Oh, a shot. My heart sunk in a wave of supernatural tingles shot through my body. I told her what happened and I explained to her what I heard. She went downstairs and I showed her where I heard the music coming from above my head. We went back upstairs and this crazy psycho of a friend says to me, yeah, that honestly doesn't surprise me. I see my old dead cat down there sometimes

too. That's literally the entire reason I picked this story. When the girl said, I see my dead cat down there too. If one of my old dead cats, if one of my friends looked at me, I was like, oh yeah, remember that cat. We used to have, want to go check it out. I'd be like, well, no, it's dead. And then she'd be like, well, it's in the basement. And I'd be like, well, we're not friends anymore. That's just like really casual. I gotta go. Like, I'm not surprised. You just heard Beethoven playing above your head because sometimes I see my like geriatric dead cat downstairs.

This episode brought to you by geriatricopathy. Did you want to see, like did you want to tell me that before you sent me down? It's probably why she sent you down. She's the basement. Could you maybe be like, if you see a cat, it's my old dead one. Yeah. Don't worry about it. Try not to pet it.

It's dead. Just give me that. Heads up. That's all I'm asking for. So she says, I just stared at her. The supernatural tingly still rushing through my body. We hung out for a little longer than went to hang out with a different friend. I was relieved to get out of there. I never really wanted, went back into that house, house much after that time.

We've since grown apart, but still talk here and there. She's doing really well, and we laugh about me being totally paralyzed by hearing ghostly Beethoven music in her basement. We've since grown apart, but still talk here and there. She's doing really well and we laugh about me being totally paralyzed by hearing ghostly Beethoven music in her basement. Thank you, ladies, for reading my story. If you do, hope all is well with the kids and things. Thank you. And lastly, keep it weird.

But that's the way that you hear weird, asshole desk classic last-pouted wig have an ass Beethoven music while you're just trying to get a snack. They get a snacky snack it says. Oh my God. I like that haunting. I do too. I wonder haunting like that where I just hear Beethoven. I want a Beethoven haunting.

A Beethoven haunting. I want to be a toving haunting. I want to be a toving haunting. Like that one seems chill. It does. That was a good one. I like that. And you know, like you get to see your cat. He just like never leaves.

He's exactly. He's Zachary Banks. I would let there you go. You mean, did you say I said that? Oh, you did. Okay. I was like, don't you dare comeary Binks. I would let, there you go. You mean, did you say, I said Thach. Oh, you did, okay. I was like, don't you dare call him Zach. I said Thach. I said Thachary Binks.

I was like 20 years old when I finally realized that. I think a lot of people are, so I don't feel bad. Yeah, I was sad as a child. I was like, oh my God, I thought his name was Zachary. Oh my God. Oh my God. All right, my next one is called, shout out to my mom for not getting murdered that one time so I could bless the world with my existence.

I'll listen or tell. It's so ready. And it came with a putt of fa. A putt of fa. Putt of fa. Hey weirdo, my name is Madison. I'm from a city in on, yeah, I'm from a city in Ontario, Canada. I'm really good at reading.

This is actually my second time writing you the story, but I read the email I sent you guys a few months ago and I was like, yikes, this could have been way better. I obviously want to start by saying how much I love you too. Yours is the first and only podcast I have been able to listen to. Trust me, I really tried to because I'm at the point where I'm completely caught up and relisting to old episodes while waiting for new ones. Just want to say thank you for helping me get through a year of being at home with the three-year-old.

Just casually have you talk about brutal crimes. Oh, just casually having you talk about brutal crimes in my headphones while my offspring is watching whatever she's obsessed with currently. I get this. We love you, no problem. You also helped me get through long car rides, cooking and cleaning.

Fun side note, a few weeks ago I was woken up to the sounds of someone trying to open my apartment door at 2.30 AM. After a few minutes, I heard them get on the elevator and I was fine, but I was not going back to bed. So I listened to an episode of morbid to calm my nerves. I like that morbid, calms your nerves. This is stressed for you. You guys are definitely my kind of people

and I appreciate you feeding my true crime addiction. I also had a blast at the bleeding heart's ball. You guys are the best. You're the best. Come to the summer solstice party then. Elephant I'm not just referring to these as parties bleeding heart's ball. You guys are the best. You're the best. Come to the summer solstice party, then. Ella, that I'm not just referring to these as parties. That's parties, that's basically what they are. So on to the story.

It isn't really about me. It's about my mom, but she gave me permission to tell the story. To set the scene, it was the summer of 93 or 94. Summer, the details are a little hazy because it was so long ago. And my mom's memory is not the best. That's all right. We all get to. And they said, but she remembers the most important parts.

So that's all that matters. My mom and her best friend were about 17, 18 at the time. It was around 3 a.m. and they were just two dumbasses walking home alone from a party. I said that not, she said that not me. Now already, this is a bad situation. But to make matters worse, they had to walk about two hours through a less than desirable area in the city. Two hour walks, seriously, like that, after being at a party, too, no thanks. I mean, there's a whole lot of nope going on for me just walking at night, but as if my lazy

ass would ever walk that far. But as my mom likes to remind me for them, it was no big deal, and they walked literally everywhere, no matter how long it took. Hats off for the motivation, though, that could not be me. Since it was summer, it was at least nice enough temperature, but the streets they were walking on were dimly lit with barely any streetlights giving off major spooky vibes. While they were walking, they noticed a car drive by a few times, but that, for some reason, did not raise any concerns.

They kept on their mission home, and about halfway into the walk they were passing by a shopping center. There was a car, and an otherwise empty lot with three men sitting in it. The one dude starts waving at them and telling them to come over to the car. See if I were in this situation, I would just start running in any direction that's not in the car's direction. But like I said, these two were a special kind of stupid and just have walking towards the car. The closer they got, my mom noticed the car was a green Ford escape. She also noticed that this was the same car that they had seen drive by earlier. Now this is when she was starting to feel

a little uneasy, though she still told herself they were harmless. No, no, no. Three guys in a green fort escape are not harmless. No, they're not, never. Especially when they're driving by multiple times. Definitely not. The guys in the car start asking a bunch of questions like where they were going and why they were out so late. I'd be like, oh, no.

I don't know. No. This was raising some red flags. And then one of the guys explained that they were off-duty police officers just concerned for their well-being. Nope, show me your bag. Yeah, how fucking convenient. He told them that if they continued walking, he knows of an officer parked not far ahead

who would stop and find them for being out past curfew. That's fine. They did. Yeah, it's cool. They told them to get into the car and they would drive them because they were just such nice guys looking out for them. At first, they kind of believed them and were worried that they could really get into trouble. Then one the one guy that offered to take my mom

to the dark phone booth to call the station to prove who he was, but she was like nope nope thank you. My mom and her BFF did not know what to do and all three men were still in the car at this point. Then, buddy in the back seat gets out, and this shady motherfucker is wearing a white t-shirt covered in blood splatters, to which he explained as being the aftermath of being in a bar fight. I'd be like, you just told me you're a cop

and you were in a bar fight. This dude is literally wearing a sticker that says, hello, my name is serial killer. Hello, I murdered someone just moment ago. That's literally what he's wearing. Yikes. However, my mom being into true crime herself was smart enough to know that the amount of blood

on that shirt did not come from a bloody nose. This is when all the warning alarms started going off. Oh my God, I'm terrified for you. Right. In 1993. Me too, retroactively. My mom politely told them that they were just going to take their chances and walk.

And if they got arrested, then whatever. Exactly. Naturally, like any nice worried guys, this pissed them off. My mom politely told them that they were just gonna take their chances and walk and if they got arrested then whatever Naturally like any nice worried guys this pissed them off and so she could hear the aggravation in their voices The red flags were really flying So they slowly started to back away nonchalantly while insisting that they just want to walk This is when the man standing outside the car started to approach them now Now my mom's brain was screaming, run now before you end up dismembered in the trunk of that car. Luckily, they had backed up enough that they were able to quickly turn and run across the street

into a different parking lot where they cut across and onto the next street. The men followed them from the parking lot and started slowly driving next to them. My mom thought for sure that she was gonna end up a missing person. But because these super creeps were driving on the wrong side of the road to be close to the girls, an oncoming car spooked them off and they did not see them again. What the fuck?

Thankfully they made it home safe and sound and to no surprise they did not see one police officer where the men had said that they should be waiting. Now fast forward to the next day or so when my mom got home from her friend's house, her stepfather had told her he heard a story on the radio and he wanted her to be extra careful while walking at night. Because only a week ago there was an attempted kidnapping of a girl in a city only a few hours away. She fortunately was able to get away and report what happened.

Hold onto your butts for this next part, because she said her abductors were three men who drove a green Ford escape. Boom full circle. They learned her into the car by saying they were police officers. Holy shit! There's no way to know for sure if it was the same guys, but... It is the same guys. Obviously, but that is just a little too coincidental if you ask me. And either way my mom knows she made the right choice, not getting in that car. Absolutely.

I also tried very hard to find any information or articles about these men or the kidnapping, but I wasn't able to. That's okay. Well, that is the story of how my mom almost became a stereotype for why girls don't walk alone at night. Ah! I just wanted to end this by also adding

that I am related through marriage, my mom stepped dad's first cousin to a guy who murdered a pregnant hitchhiker and her boyfriend. Here's a link to an article I found about him. Holy shit. Thank you. Your life.

Seriously. Well, that's all I got for ya. I hope you enjoyed my story and keep it weird, but not so weird that you drive around with a bloodstained shirt and your buddy's pretending to be cops kidnap women. Holy. Gully.

That was a crazy one. Yeah, that one was an anter. So, it just stressed me out, seriously. To the fullest extent. To the call. Oh! I hate that any time a car drives by you multiple times, get the fuck out of there.

I've never had that experience. Get the fuck out of there. Don't even request it. Just get out of there. There's no reason a car should be driving by you more than once. Oh my God, should I tell them my listener story of Target last week?

Oh yeah. And this, okay guys, this is a personal listener story. Oh man. Just really give you some time. I was so freaked out at Target and I got extra freaked out because one time we got a listener story from somebody that was in a target and she was convinced these like sex traffic

people were following her and I think they were. So, I was at target last week. It was like the day before Mother's Day. And you know, I'm just like sitting there, reading some cards, whatever. I'm in the baking aisle. I'm gonna make some key lime pies. And I come out of the baking aisle.

And I swear, I saw these two guys. And I swear I heard one of them say that one. I swear to God, I heard them say it. That's fuck. And then they crashed into my cart. Alina knows this entire story, but it's still staring at her very intently. No, I'm like, yeah.

They crashed into my cart and I was like, ugh, and they were like, oh, like sorry. And I was like, no worries, it's cool. And then the one was like, oh, you're really beautiful. And I just kind of like nodded, like, okay. And just kept on my way. And then I'm going away. And I'm just like, whatever, like shopping.

And I see them out of the corner of my eye. They were going the opposite direction as me. They whipped around and started to follow me and I was like what the actual fuck like this is weird. They also had nothing in their cart. Yeah, that's the part that really got me. Nothing in their cart. And not shopping. They were like dirty and like very big and like had they scooped me up,

I literally would never have gotten away. So I go up to like the Mother's Day section to look at the cards again, because I was like, that's like closer to the front of the store, like I'll be around like a lot of people. Like, yeah. So I'm, I dip into that aisle, and then I see these Motherfuckers looking like in the,

in the main aisle, like flipping their heads back and forth looking for someone who was probably me. That I hate this. Which is terrifying. And then the main aisle, like flipping their heads back and forth looking for someone who was probably me. I hate this. Which is terrifying. And then the creepy one, the creepiest one, they were both pretty creepy. Whipped around and went on the other side of the aisle and blocked his, blocked my way out of the aisle with his cart, so I literally couldn't get out of the aisle. I was just so aggressive.

So aggressive, still nothing in the cart, double-checked. And he goes, oh, you look really familiar. Like, what's your name? Oh. Or no, excuse me. He just said, what's your name? And I looked at him and I said, why do I look familiar? Which I think is so shit.

Like, don't walk up to someone and say, what's your name? Yeah. They have no obligation to call you that name. I don't know who you are. Like, what? If you want to like, know someone's name, you can say it much nicer than that. Yeah. Can I have your name? Or like off with my little slip and be like,

oh hey, I think I recognize you, are you from here? Or say, hey, my name is this. What's yours? Right. So, what's your name? Fuck right off. I just felt so creeped out by the situation already that I was like, why do I look familiar?

And he was like, yeah, I think I know you from somewhere. And I was like, why really wanted to be like, well, do you go to a Lainus house or my apartment? Because it was with the only two places that I got, like other than Target. So you probably haven't seen me. I don't think you know me. And I was like, oh, weird, you don't look familiar.

And he was like, oh, and then like I turned around. And he was like, oh, so that's how it's gonpy. And I was like, yes, it is. And I just like didn't answer. And they left, but I could still hear them, but I called Drew and I made him pick me up from the store. Which I'm so glad you did, that was smart. I was scared.

And then when I got out, there was a white SUV parked in front of Target, which like just seemed weird. I mean, how many white SUVs are there at Target? I don't know. I don't know how many white SUVs there. I was very late at night. And I swear there was like a bigger person driving. And I was like, I don't know. I don't know how many White SUVs there. I was very late at night and I swear there was like a bigger person driving and I was like, oh, like when you parked there to like throw me into, I think I'm also just way

to enough to true crime. Because then we drew, it was like, I don't want you getting in your car. We drove to a different grocery store across town in his car and then I finished my grocery shopping and he drove me back to my car. He wouldn't let me get out of the car so I hopped over into the driver's seat of his car and he drove my car to a corner store where we promptly look to see if there was any tracking device on the car. Wow. Guess what everybody? You could never be too careful. It's true. You can. Did I feel a little bit crazy afterwards? Yes, because the man literally only asked me for

my name. But I swear I heard him say that one and I was freaked out and they did turn around and follow me. That is really creepy. It was scary. Either way, it's creepy. So like, it's just not a good interaction. It's not a good interaction. And like, even if he was even attempting to like flirt or like have it be a normal interaction, that was not the way that wasn't it I also wanted to be like I'm 17 17 go away like no, please go away, sir. So there's your bonus listener story. That's not at all

I don't like it enough but trust your gut and like if you think that something's wrong then call your man Yeah, call your man. So it's a woman. Yeah, it's gonna say. Mama, somebody who makes you feel safe. If I didn't have a drew at call for an Elena. Yeah. And I would come get you. Beat up those dudes for me. That's right.

For saying what's your name. Oh my god. Well, I think we actually, we have time to do one more too. One more? Yeah. So, let's add another one. Oh my goodness. So, this next one that I found.

I literally, she just keeps going, it's crazy. This one's crazy. That's all she keeps saying. But why? And she's like, just, it's crazy. It's crazy. So trigger warning for this one. It's called how I almost got eaten by a cannibal.

And so it's got that right off the bat. So trigger warning if you two have almost been eaten by a cannibal? Yeah so it's got that right off the bat. So trigger warning if you two have almost been eaten by a cannibal. Yeah, this is just a lot of gnarliness. So if you want to like, if you're like not prepared and you want to end the episode here, like I won't blame you. Love you so much. But everybody else.

Hello. Hey. Hey, you crazy. All right, hi, weirdos. This is a fellow weirdo all the way from Sweden. Coming at you with a crazy listener to it. I guess it was crazy. That shook the whole country.

Be aware that English isn't my first language and I'll probably not make sense at times. Ha ha ha. That's okay. But at least I've tried my best and you nailed it by the way, did great. But at least I've tried my best to write this whole last mess down. Apologies for the long story, but it's hard to make it shorter and let me just warn you that it contains cannibalism and may give you horrific pictures in your head. So see, they're letting you know too.

Okay, let's just jump right into it and go all the way back to the gloomy and rainy early morning of March 30th, 2005. And a small town outside of Gavall. I'm probably saying that wrong and I apologize. It's actually a Ville. Gaville. I'm just gonna get out of here. Gavall, I think a man named Leonard person woke up. Oh, I know this name. I know this name. I know this is a crazy name. Yeah, it's crazy. A man named Leonard person woke up after a long night filled with horrible dreams, or awesome if you like murdering people. He took the bus to Gavill. The bigger city outside of his hometown to meet his newborn nephew that his grown up foster sister had just given birth to. To get there, he first had to take a bus into the city since the little town he and I are

from is like the, quote, country. And after that, he had to take another bus to the outskirts of the city to a place called Satra. I'm probably butchering these. I apologize to you. You're doing your best. When he arrived at the apartment complex, his sister welcomed him in the door with only a nightgown, and he follows her up to her apartment. Although what she didn't know is that Leonard, at all times, kept a knife in his pocket because of his social anxiety. Makes no sense to me though. He takes his shoes off and they walk into the kitchen to catch up since they haven't met in a long time. But it doesn't take long until he just pulls out the goddamn knife and stabs her multiple times until she collapses onto the floor. Her boyfriend and baby daddy, who's in the living room, comes running, wondering what the actual fuck is going on

in the kitchen, and sees a bleeding anna on the floor with Leonard on top of her repeatedly stabbing her. His fight or fight, his fight or flight kicks in, and he runs out of the apartment faster than a scared cat when the vacuum goes off. With the baby? So to the police, Leonard later said,

and I quote, he should have done something to try to stop me, but he's a coward. Also, I would have just killed him too. Like damn. What? As the boyfriend fled the scene, Leonard stopped stabbing Anna and just looked at her, and then he did something horrible.

Anna, who was still conscious, but couldn't move, looked delicious to Leonard. So he started to drink the blood that was gushing out of her. He then took his knife and cut her night-gown open, sliced her chest up and ate a few pieces of her. As he was chewing on her body, he suddenly realized she was dying, how weird, huh? So when Anna dies in his arms, he gets up and he suddenly remembers the newborn baby. No, no, no, no. Don't worry if they're baby's fine. Okay, he was like, no too crazy.

No, because when I saw it, I was like, nope, nope, not going there. I mean, this is all crazy, but his blood there said not going away yet, but luckily he can't find the baby in his head out of the apartment. Oh my God, he goes. Imagine if he had like tried a little part. Yeah, he goes to the bus and hops out of the apartment. Oh my God, it goes. Imagine if he had tried a little part.

Yeah. He goes to the bus and hops on with bloody hands and clothes onto the bus, arrives back home and heads straight into the town's library to clean himself up. When he takes another bus to his apartment and burns up his clothes, but before he did that, he cut out a small piece of clothing with blood on it so he could keep smelling it when he wanted to.

What? The first night he couldn't sleep, he said, because he was so worried police would show up any minute and arrest him. But he was lucky, since he hadn't met his foster sister that much in the last few years, he hadn't met Anna's boyfriend. So when the boyfriend told police what had happened, they didn't believe his story. That, and to him, unknown, that to him, the unknown man that had been led into the apartment was just led in by Anna. The next day, police arrested the boyfriend, and Leonard could relax again

and finally started planning his next attack. No, this poor man and the poor baby were the baby, go. Yeah, see the other thing, why did this man run out of there without his baby? I know. That's not cool. That's not cool at all. In his handmade calendar, he drew a circle around the date he killed Anna in the one-year

anniversary of her death. He was going to go back to Satra in honor of her memory on that day. He had also drawn a circle around October 30th, Halloween. That's when he planned to drink the blood of his next victim. Months go by and Leonard's blood thirst has calmed a bit. Police still have the boyfriend and custody, but keep looking at other possible killers. And so they contact Leonard to talk about the murder of Anna. When he was released again after the questioning and the demons in his head, the nightmares and the blood thirst all started coming back.

All this time he had managed to keep this all away out of his head. Hold on, I just lost my place. There we are. Where he was close to hurting his family and other kids in the neighborhood. But on October 25th, 2005, he just couldn't stop himself anymore. So he was going all this time wanting to do this again to like everyone around him but was stopping for this specific day. What the fuck?

Because he wanted to do it on Halloween. Yeah. He takes his bike and drives around in search for his next victim. He wanted to feel a human die again and of course he wanted to drink their blood. He's driving around for a long time looking at kids. Unfortunately they were all accompanied by their parents and therefore not chosen. Thank God. Thank you, parents. And this is where I come into the picture.

Oh, girl, I forgot that you were almost a part of this. At the time I was seven years old and was in first grade. I remember the stay clear as crystal. School had just ended for the day, and I don't know if you have it in the US, but it's something called Frittids. We don't have Frittids? Frittids. It's a central government organized school that just ends for the day and I don't know if you have it at... Oh wait, I just read the same thing. It's a central government organized system for kids who need quote, baby setting.

Baby setting after school hours. Oh, so it's like an after school program. Oh girl, I was always up in those. It's basically like an after school daycare for the kids who aren't allowed to go home without someone picking them up. It's all just play time and basically the best part about school. Yep.

I used to love after school care. Me and my friend had a really fun day, and so we decided to ask her mom, Camilla, if I could follow them home so we could keep the fun all day. Since her mom was studying to become a teacher, she would come pick her up before my mom was done at work. So we decided it would be fun to have a play date at her house. I'll excited for our plan.

We sat down and waited for her mom. Usually she would only have to stay at this after school program for a short time every day. And so we knew it wouldn't be long until she showed up. But time passes. And when she doesn't arrive, the teachers for the after-school program, I don't know what to translate it to, LOL. Tries to call her. No answer. And half an hour later, still no answer. Oh no. And when hours have gone by, they call the police. Since Camilla, whose sister had been brutally murdered and eaten in her apartment in March, yes it is what you think it is. She was the sister of Anna. What?

Had little to no family left in life, because she was a foster sister. Right. Ah! The only option left was to call the police. By this time my mom had come to pick me up, and I was devastated because my friend couldn't come with me since no one could get a hold of her mom. Your friend? The story is getting hell along. I'm trying to make it short. Oh, it's okay, it's okay. It's so good. The next day, my friend didn't show up and no other day after that.

Because what police found in the apartment was Camilla, stabbed several times, lying in a pool of her own blood on the kitchen floor. Soon, police put the pieces together one by one and realized that Anna, who was stabbed and eaten back in March, was in fact Camilla's sister. And soon they understand who had done it, their foster brother, whom they had moved in with as kids. What the? Police drove to his little cabin he lived in, and as they pulled up a week in bloody lense,

stumbles out onto the lawn. Both of his wrists had been cut up because he had tried to kill himself, and they arrest him immediately. To the police, he later told what happened. As he was driving around, looking for a victim, he remembered his other,, sister, still left in life and her daughter. He wanted to kill them both. What? But when he arrived at Camilla's apartment, she was home alone, doing dishes, and very shocked to see him. She said, are you coming to visit me now all of a sudden?

And then he just took the knife out of his pocket and stabbed her. Several times, Camilla put her hands up trying to protect herself, but he only stopped for a little while to go wash his knife and hands. He said the knife became too slippery. What the... Oh my gosh. He told police, and then he goes back out, stabs her until he killed her, drank her blood, and searched the apartment for her daughter.

Luckily, she was in school with me. Thank goodness. He leaves the apartment and bikes home a happy man. His desires had been fulfilled. Blood had been chugged and the demons have been quiet. But he knows police will get him now. So he drinks bleach and cut his wrist in hopes that he would die. So that was the crazy story about the cannibal who could have drank my blood as well if I wasn't as lucky as I was that day. It's hell is still scary to think about, and I still can't even fathom what my friend had to go to.

Two kids lost their moms and aunt both to a cannibal in the same year. It's disgusting and Leonard person is in institution, hopefully rotting away. Even though I feel bad, he experienced those horrible, horrible demons. This will forever stay in my memory, and my friends, in my friend who I have not seen since that day, will always be in my heart. She had to move away since she had no other family left in life, except her eight-month-old cousin. I miss her and think about her often. This was a very long story, but I hope you had some fun reading it, not that it's funny at all, but you get what I'm saying. PS, I love your podcast so much. I've just recently found it, and I'm obsessed.

I listen to you all day at work from 8 to 17, which I'm sure is a different one. Listen to me until 24. Yeah, seven. And just can't get enough. Also, I just have to point out how much I laugh at myself every time you stumble on your words or tie your tongue up in almost every episode But always say stuff like what's wrong with me today? Why can't I talk properly as if it never happened? I think that was a little more directed at me and I'm glad I could be of entertainment

That's amazing. You really make my days lighter even though you talk about dark shit I really made it when I say I've found my cup of tea. Hope you can come and have a show in Sweden one day, that was sick. When the virus finally has settled, it would be awesome. Or I'll just have to come to a show in the US. Yeah. And last but not least, keep it weird, but not so weird that you stab and drink the blood of your two foster sisters and have to be locked up forever far away from society. Yikes! That was crazy! What? What? What? Blue my mind! Like wow. Blue my mind! That's really sad. I wanted to know more about like how that guy got out of prison. Yeah, we're gonna look that up man. Maybe we should even just like cover the whole last thing. Maybe they'll be

an episode about Leonard Person because wow that's it because that's just like very sad all around because obviously he had something going on that was not looked at. Exactly. Like there was obviously, and you know what it is, it's like he was in foster care. So he also wasn't, you know, yeah, like it clearly didn't have parents at least. Yeah, and it seems like he just like didn't get the help he very clearly needed. Yeah, that's really terrible And then it had to end those two women's lives like that's terrible. I think God that the little girl wasn't there. Oh my god

I'm so glad that you want to know that she's okay now. I know. I hope she's doing all right in that eight months old Yeah, I hope that dad became a better dad. I know I hope so too I believe your kid in there while your wife is getting so happy about it. I hope he got like a little more like you know instinctive protect. Yeah seriously. At first I was like yeah and then I was like yeah. Yeah you know what? Yeah. Oh yeah so that was a good uh yeah yeah. It was a good story to end. Yeah wow thanks for that. I really just wanted to bring you all the way down. That was insanity. But it's always fun to get tales from people around the world, though, too.

I know, I like that. All the way from Sweden, though, it's interesting. We need another Australian one soon. We haven't got a lot of Australian listener tales. Oh, yeah, we got to say, maybe we got to say it to you guys, but they tend to be the best. They are. They're so good That's so bad. Oh backman. Oh, Australia does it

But you guys killed it this episode was crazy like your tails always amaze us and make us laugh and make us cry And only above they absolutely do so we hope that you continue to listen to the listener tail So we hope that you continue to listen to the listener tale, Episodes. And we help you. Keep it. We're- But that's where the ear of your friend says something. There's a dead guy in the backyard that, like at least he loves NASCAR because that sounds like a cool quality.

I love it. And that's so weird that your boyfriend is friends with somebody who killed somebody's dad because you just really don't want to keep that company. That's so weird that like you're not so sure. Still, if Mary is a witch or not, Mary Jane T. You know, you remember her, like did you hop over a grave you didn't, but like I don't know is he- I don't know to keep that company. Not so weird that you're not so sure. Still, if Mary is a witch or not, Mary Jane T. You remember her, did you hop over a grave you didn't, but I don't know what's gonna happen to you. Not so weird that you're in your friend's basement

and Beethoven's just like, oh, don't do that, because that will freak you out. Not so weird that your mom didn't get murdered so she could have you maybe keep it that weird, actually. And just never ever keep it as weird as the last story. I think that goes to that about saying don't do that. Elias, um, bye. Hey, prime members, you can listen to morbid early and ad free on Amazon music.

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