Morbid - Listener Tales 30

Episode Date: July 5, 2021

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That's ANGI, or download the app today. Hey, weirdos, I'm Alena. I am Ash, and this is morbid. What? Ooh. And it's a listener tails episode. Yeah, y'all. It's listener, I think it's listener tails 30. Here we are, 30 episodes later.

Whoa. And you know what it is, we're due. We're due for one. We like to do like one a month now. Yeah, one a month. And it's also like spooky and raining outside. So it felt like the right time to do it. Yeah, and we just, you know, we just came off like a three-part series that was pretty gnarly.

And I have one coming up that's real gnarly. So for you, we low you into a false sense of security and then just really crush you. You're welcome. So enjoy that. So feel, feel nice and spooky and safe here for an hour. And then it's going to get gnarly. But yeah, I think we today we decided we were going to pick out like spooky paranormal, but there, there's murder in there too. Which I wasn't even expecting. I was just looking for diamonds and such. Elena literally typed in to the listener.

Yes. Because he was told her, let's get some demon ones. And she was like, I'm just gonna type in diamonds. Demon. And I was like, okay. And I did it. I was good.

It did work. It gave me actual demons. It gave me ghosts. It gave me murder. I mean, it gave me really everything. So you guys could do that. What else could you ask for? What else could you ask for?

So I think you know, we already talked about our business in the last episode We like to jump right in with these listener tails, right? We'll have more business later But our business will be in the next episode. So today is about diamonds and murder. Yeah, but that's what today is about and my first one Is entitled listener tails. So I might have walked past an eyeball. Oh And my first one is entitled Listener Tales. So I might have walked past an eyeball. Oh. How do you not know if that's for sure or not? I may have.

That's literally as soon as I saw that title, I was like, I need to know. Yeah, that's the one for me. That's the one for me. That's really funny. Yeah, you know. So this one begins by saying, hi, y'all. I've been listening to your podcast since last year

and have listened to multiple listener tales since then. Every time I hear a listener tale, I think back to the time I might have definitely did walked past eyeballs from a murder victim. Oh, both. So I figured to finally send a tale of my own. This murder made a huge impact on me, but it was not sensationalized

in the news at all. Most friends who live near me, and therefore the apartment block, don't even know that this murder happened because of how little this was mentioned in the press. Probably because it was an open and shut case with little need for investigation. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. I've attached a putt of fuss since I ain't gonna send a lengthy email. Hope you read mine. I guarantee you it's a journey. I'm excited. I love that they sent a put a foot. You always got to send a put a foot. All right, it says,

Hi, girls, my name is Ting, and I'm from Singapore. Feel free to use my name, thank you. Because I just did it. I would have felt bad. You said you did. You had to go back. I would have to go back and make a go, boom, when I said your name.

Anyway, I'm in US for graduate school. Yay, question mark, it says. Yay, you're doing it. And started listening to True Crime Podcasts to keep my mind occupied while doing long boring experiments. True Crime has always been an interest of mine, but no one around me likes talking about it. I feel like we all feel that.

That's exactly why we have this podcast. So I was so excited to find out that there are podcasts out there who made me feel like I'm not a psychopath for enjoying stories about serial murders. Imagine a 14-year-old kid reading a thick-ass book about notorious serial killers that went super in-depth about what they did, their psychology, the legal proceedings, et cetera, on the train. People were staring y'all. Anyway, you're here for the murder story and I hope this doesn't disappoint. I know it's not gonna because we're talking about eyeballs. Yeah.

As soon as you bring eyeballs into it, I'm like, I'm ready. I'm all ears. I'm here. This was in Singapore in 2012. I was 16 at the time. To get to school, I left my home at 6.40 a.m. ish, walked past this apartment building. We all live in apartment buildings unless you're rich to get to the train station about 10 minutes away. So I would have been near the murder

building, airbunny's airbunnies, before 6.45 a.m. Trust me, because my school is an hour away, I'm very routine with when I leave my house since I don't want to be late, but I also want to get as much beauty sleep in as I can. I'm telling you this to hammer home the fact that I am at the eyeballs after the murder happened, but before the police arrives. Oh my God. Apparently, an engaged couple moved into their new home, their new room in June of 2011. But by December 2011, Lee, the soon-to-be husband, started to believe that the room they

sublet was haunted and that his fiancee was possessed. He made her carry a Bible everywhere and even took her to the Catholic church for an exorcism. The fiance herself, Elise, thought that she was possessed as well. Lee also tried to exercise her himself. There were times that their flatmates, they sublet a Roman in apartments, so there were other people there, could hear him shout for the devil or diamond

to get back to the sky. And Elise would look very pale after whatever exorcism he did. What? Finally, on the 20th of March, 2011, at 11 p.m., the police were called to check in on the couple when loud, loud, groaning noises were heard. Lee told the police that they were just quarreling, but at least looked in pain and there were clothes all around the room that Lee lied and said it was because of a recent abortion. Oh. The police left since there was nothing to be done.

She had no physical injuries and she also believed that she was possessed. So she wasn't exactly asking for the police's help. At 6.30 a.m. the next day, a flatmate called the police again when he saw blood on the door of their room. I can't believe that the police were there the night before. I know. The paramedics came 10 minutes later and found a least topless and covered in blood lying on top of naked Lee.

The paramedics went outside the room to wait for the police since they had no handcuffs or whatever. They realized that this was an extremely unsafe situation, plus a least is dead. So what can they do, I guess? And while this was happening, within the 15 minutes the police took to arrive, Lee gouged out Elise's eyes and threw them out the window.

No, nope, nope, nope, nope. Gouged out her eyes and threw them out the window. I'm closing my eyes right now because I can't even have the muscles to this. You all got that, right? I don't say it again, we all got it. The police found him kneeling next to her body chanting while holding a yellow cross. Oh no.

Now for the gory details. I'm sorry, that wasn't the gory details. Now for them! Benz Spoon's and a fork was found in her hair. Various tools were found beside her. And a slice of her windpipe. What? Like, what the fuck?

A slice of her windpipe was found near her? Woo! How was this not covered in the... Her ankle had been cut to the bone, and she had a 12 centimeter long gaping wound on her neck. Probably how her windpipe got cut out. Oh, God. She had a 12 centimeter long gaping wound on her neck. Probably how her windpipe got cut out. Oh, God.

Her eyeballs and some clumps of hair were found at the foot of the block where they had landed in some bushes. I'm not all right right now. Her fucking eyeballs and some hair took flight and landed in some bushes. I don't like eyeball things. That's where I come in. Because those bushes are the very bushes I walk past every school day. I'm not kidding these bushes are just less than a feet away from a foot away from the

concrete path I walk on. If he threw out her eyeballs at 6.40 am and I walk past at 6.45 am before the police come to take their statement and cordoned off the crime scene, I probably walked past the victim's eyeballs. Oh, I'm glad that you didn't see them, though. It's crazy to even think about it. I only knew about the murder when I came home, walking the same route I took in the morning, only to see black and yellow police tape in my way. So I turned on the news that evening to learn what gruesome shit had happened that day, and I vividly remember at the tent placed around the familiar bush as if to protect evidence that wasn't it. As for Lee, he was jailed for 10 years due to his psychiatric condition. He was very Catholic and truly believed that his fiance was possessed, and his surgeon brother promised to supervise him after his jail term.

I don't know too much about the legal proceedings and how he ended up with only 10 years, but that sucks. Yeah, that's not fair. Yeah, he literally brutalized her and ripped her eyeballs out and threw them out the window. And then she was laying on top of him? Yeah. So he was just lying there naked with her dead on top of him? Yeah, there's a lot more to that.

Well, here's my listener tale. Hope you didn't lose your lunch over this. I still think about the case from time to time Since this was probably the most gruesome thing that happened in my neighborhood and here's a link to the case Wow Yeah I ate a lot of sour cream and onion chips before this and I'm really regretting that decision right now. Wow. Really? Ting.

Regretting that decision. Wow. You definitely walked past eyeballs, Ting. Yeah, I really hate that. You did. I hate that so much. You did that. You walked past eyeballs and you had no idea.

Oh, I need to stop saying eyeballs. I'm ready to move on. Thank you, Ting. I balls don't bother me so much, but that's weird. It would be weird to walk by. Eye balls, just like in a bush. Ew. I see eyeballs a lot outside of their human vessel at work. Oh. So that's like normal to me, but walking past them and seeing them just dangling in a bush would be would be a real experience. I still can't believe you didn't say Bubba's eyeballs when they got taken out. Yeah, I don't know. That would be weird. I feel.

That would be that would be weird for you. It would make me sad, I think. Because I feel like those are Bubba's eyes. But you can keep some and keep looking into them. But like, I want them in her face. If there could be anywhere in here, right? Alright, let's just, you know, eyeballs. Move on. What if you were trafficked into a cult over shot nine times, or fell in love with a vampire,

or went into a minor surgery and woke up one week later, paralyzed? What would you do? I'm Whit Missildine, the creator of this is actually happening, a podcast from Wondry that brings you extraordinary true stories of life-changing events Told by the people who lived them. From a young man that dunes his entire future with one choice To a woman who survived a notorious serial killer. You'll hear their first-person account of how they overcame remarkable circumstances. Each episode is an exploration of the human spirit and personal discovery. These haunting accounts sound like Hollywood movies, but I assure you this is actually happening. Follow this is actually happening wherever you get your podcasts.

You can listen ad-free on the Amazon Music or Wonder App. Yeah. Yeah. What's up? Guys, go grab some grapes, go grab some olives. Oh, you shut up, you're terrible. And I just bought grapes. Oh, I hate you. Yeah. Oh, all right. My next one, my next one is called Listener Tale

about my demon hairdresser. And the time I almost got took. Almost got took. And the reason I picked this is because it starts off and says, hey, Ash and Alina, my name is also, I'm not supposed to read that. Okay. Wait, no, no, no, no, I am, I am.

She says, my name is Ashley, but you can also call me Trashley, Cashley, or other less cool, but slightly haunted Ashley. Okay, I guess I can't. Like, I, that's my pick this because her name is Ashley and it's spelled like mine, spelled the same. And it's Angelia G. A. J. except my name's not Ashley, never call me that.

Anyways, this says, I don't know why it's taking me so long to write in. I'm a huge fan and a long time listener. Shout out to my best friend Sarah for showing me your podcast. Hell yes, Sarah. You're what's got it, Sarah. I love listener tales and tales in Boyle Boy.

That makes me just want to go boy oh boy oh boy. I unfortunately have some good ones for you. It took me forever to decide which one of my traumas I wanted to share with you. But I've decided on two that I just can't seem to forget. I know I sound crazy and I don't talk to people about my experiences often for that very reason. Sorry for the length of this in advance, but I promise it is worth the read I love you guys stay weird also never apologize for the length Let me start by telling you I move tows is a lot growing up at this point over 20 times, but I've lost count Wow, I can relate to that. I should also tell you that my mom and I are both very sensitive to spiritual energies

Both of us being able to feel and sometimes see ghosts. Since as early as I can remember, I've always had a feeling that I have negative energy that follows me. Even through all of our moves, even the one that we, that are even the one all the way down to Florida. The energy when this thing is around is too familiar and I always know when it's present. This was validated by a psychic three years ago who ripped his hands from mine halfway through our, our reading. Quickly told me I have a strong negative energy that's been with me my whole life,

but refused to tell me what he saw. He said, and I quote, it's better if you don't know. No. While wiping sweat off his forehead, avoiding eye contact and then ending our session. I'm gonna be real with you. I would have, I think I would have struck that man.

Like I think that would have been the time when I resorted to violence. I think I would have struck that. I would have been very angry. The way you were. I think I may have struck that. I think I would have resorted to violence in that situation. But you don't do that. Yeah, no, that's really shitty. And if it's better than I don't know, don't tell me any part of it. Yeah, and don't violently rip it. Like come on, have some professionalism. So just rip your hands away. She is.

She is. Some respect for me and my negative energy. That's right. All right, well, any who. I grew up in Rochester, New York. And this story is on the first house my parents bought together. I don't know what year the house was built in, but it was old enough to have lead paint,

probably why I'm stupid. Ah, my house. So, I was around 10 years old and the shit that went down there still gives me goosebumps. I frequently saw ghosts in this house. Apparently my mom did too, which I didn't find out until much later.

I would go days without sleeping, making myself stay awake at night because I was so scared. No, no I was so scared. What is that? I don't know. She's making very strange movements. There was a bug that was flying your face. It was like, I was about to come in my eye. She looks like she was doing a dance move, but I was like, there's nothing like, you know,

celebratory about this right now. No, I'm not jamming. I'm trying not to this right now, I don't understand. I'm not jamming, I'm trying not to do this. What a strange movement. All right, they said I would go days without sleeping, making myself say, say, bebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebebe a dark room. I remember spending entire night staring into one corner by the ceiling of my room, that would turn pitch black, and I could just feel it staring right back at me. Ooh. Sometimes the darkness would start to go down the wall, and I would hide under the covers and whisper over and over again. This is my house, you're not welcome here until I fell asleep. Well, one night I decided to face the wall instead and try to ignore it when I felt something slowly get on my bed

and start playing with my hair. I felt like I'm out of here. I'm literally leaving the room. I'm a dip in that shit. I felt its nails softly scratching my scalp and slowly brushing through my hair. Okay, well that sounds delightful. Like I would love that right now. Thank you. I also don't

want it from a demon. No, don't don't relax me because what are you trying to relax me in preparation for? You're lulling me into something. Yeah. You're lulling me into some Damon shit. With some long ass nails. And nobody got time for that. It says I was fucking petrified and I could not move. Eventually I must have just fallen asleep. Wow, that's truly, it's truly something. I was lulled to sleep by a daemon with acrylics. A daemon with fresh ass nails. Are you sure it wasn't me actually said, on your bed behind you. And it started scratching your scalp.

And you're like, I don't know, I guess I just fell asleep. You woke up, fuck. Mighty night. I was light on fire. I was literally light on fire. I was, I was, I was, I was, I was practically combust. I was, I was practically combust. I would be over.

Yeah, I'd be out. I was practically combust. Spontaneous. He was, I was practically combust. I was practically combust. Whatever. I watched Clueless. I was literally just. Spontaneous. Spontaneous. I was practically composed. I watched Clule and decided to go to the center. I was really just going to say, all right, Cher.

I was very proud of that. My dad worked nights at a paper mill, so I knew it wasn't him. So the next day I remember trying to yell at my mom for coming into my room and I told her she scared me, but she looked at me like I was crazy and she said she never came into my room. And then she gave the whole ass kid away. That's when you just eat that back into the womb. Get out of here. So that's that story.

And then it says, okay, so this next story about when I, or this next story is about when I almost got snatched happened when we lived in the suburbs of New York. The town was pretty small and even though there was just 1200 kids in my high school, there was like four school buses because everyone lived pretty close and so we had to, the whole time I'm so confused. Everyone lived pretty close and they'd like walk. Okay, they had to walk when there was four school buses. Okay. I was around 14 years old and I lived over two miles away. One day our parents got a phone call while we were still at school, something about a kidnapping and a sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp- sp walk alone for like 15 minutes. So like every other day, I separated from my friends and continued to walk home. I had headphones in and I saw a white van drive by. I figured I only noticed

it because of the phone call. I kept walking and a few minutes later, I saw another white van. Again, the phone call, Bader Mine Hoff phenomenon maybe, which Elena and I just had to Google the pronunciation of it. And it's also called the frequency illusion. So it's like the more you see something, or if you, yeah, yeah, it's also called the frequency illusion. So it's like the more you see something, or if you, yeah, I think. Like hearing something or reading something will increase the frequency with what you think you see that thing again.

Yeah, it's like I said, like whenever you buy a car, I feel like you see that car all the time now. Or like the white van, all of a sudden you're seeing white van. Right. Now one last time I saw the white van drive by me, slower this time. As a drove away, I took out my headphones to be more aware of my surroundings when a man on a bike pulled up next to me.

He started asking me questions right away. He asked me where I was going and I said, home. He asked me where I lived and I said, down the street. I was two streets away and then my house was at the end of the road. He asked me how old I was. After this and a few minutes of me being scared shitless, I put my headphones back in and started to walk faster, but he kept following me. Once I got on my street, a car pulled over and rolled the window down and he biked away. It was a couple who asked me if I knew that guy, and I said no, and they

said that he had been following me for the whole time. They noticed and were watching the whole thing. They asked where I lived and I said down the street. I can see my hopes from here. The woman from the car looked around and the guy on the bike wasn't around anymore and she told me to get home safe, turned around and drove the other way. As soon as her car returned, the guy on the bike turned onto my corner onto my street. I saw him and sprinted home because fuck that and ran into my house. My dad, who I was absolutely terrified of growing up, saw me barrel into the house and asked me what's wrong. Actually, he said, what the fuck is your problem?

I told him about the van and the bike and without saying anything, he shot up and grabbed his keys and said, get in the car. We drove down the street and there was the bike man and the white van. My dad slammed on his brakes and jumped out of the car. He grabbed this guy by the shirt and pointed to me in the car. Were you following my kid?

Yes. Like man tried to say no and then they started screaming at each other. My dad picked up his, this guy's bike, Hulk smashed it onto the ground. Curbs dumped his tires until the man, if he ever caught him around here again He would regret it and if he ever caught him talking to me again He would kill him dear bikeman if you weren't trying to seal it seal me. I'm sorry, but also freaky We drove home. I got grounded for talking to strangers. We had pizza for dinner I love that she's like this is what happened and then I got grounded. She's like, and we had a pretty rad night with pizza. And I got grounded.

I just love how it ended. We got pizza for dinner. We got pizza for dinner. Alrighty, Ashley. Ashley, Ashley, Ashley, you're the best. Slightly less haunted. Oh, that was a great one. I like that. My next one has to do with something I also love.

It's called The Agile Dilemma. What if the best wings in town are made by a murderer? The Agile Dilemma, am I right? The Agile Dilemma. And what they say in their first part of the email is, hello sweet spooky angels on Earth. I've attached my listener tale submission in epitaphah. Yes.

The story centers around my hometown of Agua, Massachusetts. What? 25-year-old rumors, a horrific murder, and my deep passionate love for Buffalo chickens. Which I need to point out, they also attached a picture of Buffalo chicken entitled Is This Love. And it is. It is. It truly is. It's simply a picture of Buffalo Chicken entitled Is This Love. And it is.

It is. It truly is. It's simply a picture of Buffalo Chicken. That's it. And you know what, I feel very connected to this because they're from Massachusetts. They love it. And I too have a deep passionate love for Buffalo Chicken.

I will eat Buffalo Chicken anywhere anytime. I love it. Oh, look at the margins on this, you beautiful beast. That's, I saw and I was like, it's beautiful. So this poetry. It is, it the margins on this you beautiful beast. That's I saw and I was like it's beautiful. This poetry It is it is see this be this all right here. We are Hi, Ashina Lena for the purposes of this story you can call me cat. Hey cat me out. I was gonna You two have kept me safe and warm through a truly rocky year and a half. Oh boy My absent right my obsessive listening to your pod,

too loud in my house is also the reason my soon to be husband nearly pulled the car over the other day when I casually asked him if he preferred to be buried in the ground, body and all. Or if he'd like to be cremated someday. He jokes that I've been taking too many notes. Anyway, you're a couple of bad asses and I hope to all the goddesses in which is above that you will come to do a show in Northampton, Massachusetts someday.

Um, hell yeah, I will. I love Northampton. I'm coming. I'm coming. Either way, I'll drag my ass off this couch and plant it in a cushy theater seat wherever, wherever and whenever you start touring again. You rule. So this story centers around my hometown of Aguomast. She said, it's Massachusetts, what, what, 25 year old rumors, a horrific murder in my deep passion. I love for a Buffalo chicken.

My mom grew up in Aguom, but when she was in her 20s, she moved out to California for a number of reasons. During the time she was out there, she passed David Bowie in an escalator and she wrote for you, Elena, went to a party at Stevie Nix's and U-S. What? And dated our Cineo Hall's bodyguard.

That's your body. You did the damn thing. I can promise you I am not and will not ever be remotely as cool as this woman. Me neither. Nobody will. While she was out there, she became pregnant with me. So you got like the cool you do. You had the essence of cool all around you. My father was like, peace, no way, not me,

but mom was about it. So my little skin sex sent its way to become Earthside in 1991. That is the funniest fucking sentence we have ever been reading. My little skin sex. My father was like, peace, no way, not me, funniest fucking sentence we have ever been reading. I can't read that. Ma was about it to my little skin. My father was like, peace, no way, not me, but Ma was about it.

So my little skin sack said it's way to become Earthside in 1991. That is way to become Earthside. I'm dead. That's fucking poetry. One day, right before she had me, my mom was sitting at work and she witnessed a brutal stabbing

outside of the window at her office. Oh, already. Between that and the earthquake, she decided she wanted to move back to sweet, safe, sleepy aghuam to raise my little baldass amongst her friends and family. My little baldass. What makes a person a murderer? Are they born to kill or are they made to kill? I'm Candice DeLong and on my podcast, Killer Psychie Daily, which you can find exclusively

on Amazon Music, I share a quick 10-minute rundown every weekday on the motivations and behaviors of the criminal masterminds you read about in the news. I have decades of experience as a psychiatric nurse, FBI agent, and a criminal profiler. On Killer Psychie Daily, I'll give you my expert perspective on cases like the mysterious New York City drugings, Breaking Down Lori Vallow, a.k.a. Mommy Doom stays motives, and what drove Caitlin Armstrong to murder. I'll also bring on expert guests who add even more insight into these criminal minds. I promise you won't regret adding these 10 minutes to your morning routine. Hey Prime members, listen to the Amazon Music exclusive podcast Killer Psychie Daily in the Amazon Music app.

Download the app today. We moved back to Aga Mom in February of 1992. I can't stop. Mom settled us in at my grandparents feeling safe and sound where she had grown up. A couple of months later on Easter Sunday, the body of Lisa's zygart was discovered in a wooded area a few streets over from where she lived. Lisa had been sexually assaulted and murdered. Oh, no. That's a big change from sleepy and comfortable. Yeah, usually is. Mom immediately mentally noted, well shit then,

and accepted that this world as a whole can be a big pile of cuckoo caca, and you can't really escape that, no matter where you settle down. Cuckoo caca. It really is. Lisa's I-G-R was 24 years old, was a teacher's assistant at Aguam Middle School. The very building where I had my first kiss, a true horror story for another time.

Oh, your first kiss always is. It really is. Actually mine wasn't bad. Mine is a horror story. Mine's actually like a hallmark store. Should be really quick. Mine was literally during a snow storm. And he, and it was like a boy me really quick. Mine was literally during a snow storm and he and it was like a boy I really liked. He cute like like shout out to Tim. Like what's up Tim? And he literally said, I bet I can keep you warm.

Oh that's so cute. At the time real good stuff. Mine was truth or dare and I feel as though I was set up because I had just eaten a sandwich that had Dijon mustard. And I feel as though I was set up because I had just eaten a sandwich that had Dijon mustard. And the boy that I kissed, I had a really big crush on and he told everybody that I had stinky breath and yellow teeth. Oh my god! And I do not have yellow teeth. But I definitely had stinky breath. Wow, what a dick. Yeah, but I feel like I'm doing better these days. I feel like you're a fucking camera. I feel like you're a fucking camera. Wow. All right, so yeah, there's that cast.

Apparently, Katz was a very horror experience. I'm excited to hear about that. Lisa also worked at a card store in the evening. She was working there on the night of April 15th, 1992. That night, Lisa's sister Lynn stopped by and saw her between 5.30 when Lynn left around 6 o'clock PM. Lisa was fine. Lisa's shift would have been until 9 p.m. that evening.

Later we would find out that Lisa had told a friend recently that she felt like someone was watching her through the big windows of the shop that faced the parking lot. The next morning Lisa's coworker Sophia pulled into the parking lot to open up shop and began her shift. She pulled up and saw the open flag hanging out front. But since it was coming up on Easter, she thought maybe Lisa was there to help prep for the holiday. However, as she entered the shop, she saw Lisa's belongings, including her keys and purse.

But there was no signs of Lisa. Sophia called the cops next door, and when the cops showed up, there were signs of a struggle as well as a little blood. Lisa's body was found four days later, on Easter, in a wooded area in town. I was a literal pooping pile of flesh at this point, so I don't have any first-hand recollection of the time, but various versions of the story were a big part of growing up. And I was always interested and scared titless. Back then, some tips came in that would prove to be pretty important.

A customer had come in and bought something at 8.20pm. They had a receipt that included a time stamp. This individual said that nothing was out of the ordinary. Then around 9pm, another person came into the store and found that the lights were all on. The door was unlocked, but no one was out front. She heard banging noises in the back room, waited two minutes, and then left.

I love that this person heard banging noises in the back room and was like, I think I'll wait a couple minutes. I'm gonna wait a couple minutes and then I'll just leave. Like maybe call someone to be like something weird's happening. Yeah. Around 9 p.m., another witness saw what was to believe to be the killer's car. She saw a man and a woman struggling and pulling off in the direction where Lisa's body was found.

She assumed it was teenagers and carried on with her night. She said the teenagers out here are struggling. That's not how struggling. She said the car was a dark color, red or blue. It was like, lightly, lightly. It was likely a late model Bronco or blazer. I feel it's important to note here that I have a lot of disdain for my hometown.

And I know it was a different time, but with the current existence of Facebook, you better believe someone would have posted in the town forum about that sighting at the very least out of pure boredom, or with the hopes to stir the pot. That is 100% true. Whenever some weird shit is going around,

I immediately sign onto Facebook. Turn on Facebook. The mom's group or the town group, and I just look in there and it's always like, did anyone hear that bang? And I'm like, I did. Yeah, what is it? Now everybody speculates what it was in general.

Someone tell me Susan, what was it? Brenda, I got to know. I got to know. You always find out. If you ever need to feel thankful, you developed empathy, just join any of the Aguom town forms on Facebook. Be ready to clutch your crystals.

I honestly think that's like any town form, though, because you have to think of the people that are like stirring up shit. Exactly. Anyway, I was a vegetarian for seven years. My quote unquote last meal prior to halting meat was buffalo chicken, and the meal that brought me back to Jesus years later was buffalo chickens. It's safe to say that one of the most passionate, intimate relationships in my life was with

that saucy forbidden fruit. It rules me honestly. I am who I am. The reason I bring this up other than to feel the thrill of the temperature rise in my body at the very words is because the best wings of my life are sold at ebies and agawam located in the same plaza where the card store leases I got worked at. Oh shit. Also, I feel everything that you just described when you talk about buffaloes. My mouth is literally water. I had to swallow spit. Yeah, literally twice. I need it. I almost want to after this be, be like, hi, Jon, can we have

Buffalo chicken? We should definitely get a Buffalo chicken. This is because you go grocery shopping. I'm going to go to the meat place. I'm going to go to the meat place. You know, you know the part where they have little wings that are like assorted. Bitch.

Buff, fuck me. Buff, chick. One night as a preteen, I was in the midst of a mild, soft, induced euphoria at ebbs with family friends and someone mentioned offhand that the owner behind the counter was a murderer and everyone knew it. Oh, you know, just an offhand convo. Also, I know ebbs.

That sounds very familiar. I looked at the picture that they attached and I was like, I feel like I've been there. This was a casual revelation, but I wiped my sticky fingers on my flare jeans and leaned in for the sweet, sweet goss. They said, quote, Ed murdered Lisa because he was in love with her boyfriend.

He murdered her and then he got away with it because his dad was the chief of police. Oh, bitch, that is juicier than I was. That is the hottest tea. Yeah. Hot. As a kid, you're one step away from being a little demon sociopath.

So I was like, fuck yeah, give me that juice. I want all the details. And that's kind of how it went. You go to EBS, someone bring it up in Hushed Whisper. Everyone would collectively swivel their head over to Ed, sure of his guilt, but munching on the yummy, yummy goodness that should have been a crime itself. Over 20 years unsolved, but during that time, the zygarts stayed close to Ed.

They were friendly. I didn't know of this, of course. I only knew about the supposed love triangle. The consensus amongst whispers were all the same. People stayed true to their rumors and fueled the local folklore. I'm ashamed that as a kid, I didn't understand how harmful all of this was and how unfair and despicable it was that Lisa's story became a talking point and a ghost story rather than a serious discussion about who she was and how she still hadn't gotten justice.

In 2016, DNA phenotyping led to a composite image being published of a possible suspect. I had graduated from college the year before and was working in town, and this was exactly the shit I needed to distract me from the dance between disassociation and suffocation I was feeling by being back. The composite looked nothing like it. Different hair, different facial structure, I worked at a coffee shop at the time, so each customer would come in with their theories. Many still convinced we all had collectively solved the crime years ago.

Lisa's mom, Diane, always had faith that science would come around and help solve the case. In an article for a local publication, she said, quote, with science, everything in modern, everything is modern, and it always gets better, she said. Forensics made leaps and bounds. In 1992, it was in its infancy. That is so, so true. I love what people rely on science. They give it the, it's due,

because it does, it comes around, man. Back in 1993, a woman named Joyce Shara told police that she believed her estranged husband, Gary Shara, had something to do with the murder of Lisa. Joyce remembered that Gary came home the night of the murder, acting strange with cuts on his hand. Any time the news talked about Lisa's case, he would run in from the other room to watch. He had given her a music box that she believed was from the card store and it made her uneasy.

But everyone liked Gary. At the time, Joyce had a drinking problem and she and Gary were going through a custody battle. Everyone wrote off her her wrote her office crazy, even her family doubted her about her accusation. She died in 2014. Oh, Joyce. Turns out Joyce was right. And everyone is a big old dirty asshole who should have maybe looked a little closer. Trashpile Gary had been a person of interest back in 1993, but nothing came of it. He didn't give DNA back then, so when they circled back 20 plus years later to obtain DNA from persons of interest in the case, they revisited Gary. Hello Gary.

I'm pretty sure that at first Gary didn't want to give DNA because he didn't want people quote tracking him or something, but they eventually got it. Also, if you don't want to give your DNA, it looks a little more suss than that. Especially when you are a person of interest. Exactly. That's what I mean. Gary left a note and went on a run once the inevitable was clear. He went on the run, not April. Or no, he didn't.

It says, hey, run. I corrected myself when I didn't need to. Gary left a note and went on a run once the inevitable was clear. The note seemed to be a suicide note. In his long-winded confession letter, he blamed hardcore porn. Hello, Ted Bundy. We're so sick of hearing that.

That's a Ted Bundy move. He apologized to his girlfriend and Lisa's family, but he said he knew it was always going to catch up to him. He was found later at a hospital being treated for a suicide attempt. He later pleaded guilty and is now in jail. Good. Suck it, Gary. As the case wrapped up, Diane's, Lisa's mother said,

I believe strongly that Lisa is in a good place and that she is at peace. The thing that would be bothering her is our lack of peace. It's been 25 years we're getting older. Our kids are happy that we are here to see this day. Oh, that really just broke my heart. On date line, you see the Zygurts, hug Ed Burgotti in the courtroom. Oh, Ed, from the wing place.

I love that he was there and he was like, see, I didn't fucking do it. I still feel a horrible pain when I think about what Ed and what Joyce went through as collateral damage of this case. And I so admire the zygurts for standing by Ed in their incredible strength through this case that is as old as me. Lisa left a huge mark on the town.

Everyone who knew her talked about how special she was. There is a memorial for her at the middle school. Thanks for reading and for being the ladies you are. You've been a constant source of support through depression fogs, the apocalypse, and wedding planning. Congratulations. I love you so much.

But I need to go order wings now. Maybe another time I can tell you about my haunted Ouija board who predicted my friend's ailments only to turn around and curse us. My five years in a cult, or when my best friend was followed on the highway by an actual demon who could control the radio. I'd like to hear about your five years in a cult, please.

And I want all of it. I want all of it. Keep it weird, take it away, Ash. And that's where the Oblama chicken wing God for a crime he didn't commit ignore a woke wife because of your own internalized misogyny. You're blame your icy, no, her blame your icky piece of shit-self on pornography

when it's really just that you're a human unwashed grundle. Don't keep it that weird. Note, if you want to learn more, the story was featured on Unsolved Mysteries during season 6 and season 8. It was also on date line last year. Some other pods have covered it, but I haven't listened yet. I've attached the composite and a photo of Gary Grundle-Face Shara. I've also attached a photo of Eby's wings just to give you a little... Rosh! Hahahaha! Rosh! Kat, I have no words for how great that was.

Seriously. I truly have no words. I want wings so badly right now, I can't even express it to you. I cannot begin to tell you how badly I want those wings. My mouth just started watering again. And it's truly amazing that that snap snapshot really does resemble the real guy. Oh yeah. Like that composite, it really does.

That's crazy. But Kat, seriously, that was amazing. And wow, that story, the fact that Lisa's mom, her family, was able to stand by Ed. Right. That was probably never gave into the rumors. I know. Because there's a lot of that happen like that. You know, there's always those like local legends in this story, yeah.

And it is hard when you're a kid to understand how far reaching they can go. But the fact that the family was able to just stand by him through that, it's like, so new he didn't do any bad asses. I know. Like, that's so cool. And I love Ed.

I love Ed. I love Ed for all those years. And I'm glad he got his due. Yeah, and I bet he's still like the ball miss wings in town. I'm poor Joyce, I'm sad that she got like treated as a, as a pariah. I was just gonna say. You know, a pariah, I know.

But what a story, Cat. Thanks Cat, me now. What a fucking story. You are the cats, you are the cats me now. Okay. All right, my next one is called How a Weeja encounter might have led to my best friend's murder. Damn, whoa. It says, Hi, ladies, I am super excited to send you this email about something that I personally

experienced. It is a super fucked up situation that I have condensed into a 1.5 pages of information. I've been a follower for a couple years, and I love going to your shows and hearing your voices. I used fake names in my email, but you can use mine. Hi, I am Tara. I never know if I should say Tara or Tara. I know.

I think it's true. Either one is great. Either way is beautiful. If my mom is listening, she will find this familiar, and she has her own spooky encounter since my family is sensitive to shit. Anyways, I love you guys and I hope you get a chance to read about how a Ouija board board, the Ouija board board, I did that myself, a Ouija board encounter may have introduced bad vibes

or bad spirits to my best friend's house leading to her murder and an attempted murder suicide with an eventual suicide. Yeah, that's a lot to unpack. That's a lot. So when I was young in a rebellious youth, my best friend Kelly bought or somehow acquired a Ouija board. My experience with this hell board began at 2am. Definitely wasn't awake because I am still a nerd that goes to bed at 10.30.

Same, me too. When I received three frantic voicemails, when I woke up in the morning, I heard the tale of my friend Kelly and kind of friend Sam messing with the Ouija board, and Sam had three long scratches down her arm. Of course, like the dumbass I am, I went into Kelly's house as soon as I could. Not to mention, I was like 13 or 14, or some ridiculously young age like that and I didn't have a car.

Kelly was freaked to the fuck out and welcomed me in. She had the Ouija boards, candles, and a mountain of snacks in her bathroom. Her bathroom is a Jack and Jill bathroom with the toilet and shower in a separate room. This means there are door, this means there are three doors and two of the walls had mirrors of fucking course. Oh two of the walls had mirrors. I wonder if they're facing each other. Portal. Because that's a whole last portal right there. Anyways, once it gets dark, Kelly and Sam convinced me to go into the bathroom with the lights off and the doors closed to play with the Weager board.

That sounds like so much fun. That's not fun. No, as a non-religious person, I decided to learn some prayers from Google because I was scared shitless and didn't want to demon-possessing myself. Probably smart. Probably. This is the only reason I know the Hollywood. The Hollywood? Clearly, I am also not religious. Probably smart probably this is the only reason I know the Hollywood

Clearly, I am also not religious Hello, and be thy name Thank you. That's how they know that Whatever it's called Almost immediately the board was trying to do figure eights and we found out we were talking to a demon with a Z name so this thing news and shit about all of us and hot damn we were talking to a demon with a Z name. So this thing knew some shit about all of us and hot damn we were getting fucked with. Kelly decided to ask the spirit to knock and almost immediately a knock came from the door behind me. After the spirit kept telling us to look in the mirrors and play bloody Mary. I love it. Can you just picture a spirit

being like play bloody Mary? Like that's just like ridiculous. I love I just picture him like sitting in the Nether World just being like, you guys just like ridiculous. I love, I just picture him like sitting in the nether world just being like, you guys should play bloody Mary's. Just do what you won't. Do it. I definitely like to double-dog dare you. I feel like that should be an episode of Buffy. Do what you won't.

We were finally scared out of our minds, but the board wouldn't let us say goodbye. So like dumbasses, we go into the basement. Yeah, a pause, so now you can see how fucking dumb we are. And we literally made a salt circle around us. Oh, yes. The board keeps taunting us and telling us to come and play outside of the circle.

Kelly and I are freaking out when we realize Sam hasn't said anything in a while. We turn to Sam, and she is staring lifelessly straight towards us and is unresponsive to anything. Kelly and I take our hands off the board and are trying to frantically figure out what to do, as Sam is still lifeless, is doing figure eights on the Ouija board. I'm gonna be honest, the rest is a blur, but I think it ended when Kelly turned on the lights and forcefully said goodbye. After a couple seconds, Sam came back in, but didn't remember anything

from the last 20 minutes. She was confused as to why we were crying and freaking out. That is so spooky. Just to have that much time unaccounted for. Can you just like, what happened? Why are you guys crying? Nearly a decade later, I'm wondering if something came into her house from our foolishness. I was always scared of her basement and would sprint out of it if I was ever alone or had to go down there. So probably. To end on a dark note, I really wonder if we correctly closed the door to spirit hell shit or opened it to a more malicious thing or more malicious things. Several years later, my friend Kelly was murdered by her father who then tried to kill himself and his wife.

Holy shit. That's horrible. I'm sorry. While he didn't succeed initially, Kelly's dad hanged himself and his wife died of natural causes three years. That's horrible. I'm sorry. While he didn't succeed initially, Kelly's dad hanged himself and his wife died of natural causes three years after Kelly's death. She has a hor- a horrible disease where she eventually was slowly deteriorating. Oh, that's so sad. I can't give you articles to Kelly's death because no files or cases exist because her death was covered up as a suicide to protect the family name. And I guess to make grief for people easier. Kelly struggled with depression, self-harm, suicidal thoughts in previous attempts.

So it wasn't confusing when I was initially told she killed herself. The aunt had to close ties to the police force. I was told by her family member, the truth, and not many people know the truth of what happened to Kelly. It was honestly a horrible experience and it took me a long time to get over her death. My family is sensitive to these kinds of things and we all believe she's watching over me. She was my soulmate and I know I will see her again.

Oh, fuck me up. I saw Moth and I knew it was her watching over me, but also trying to scare me from the grave because the bitch knows I'm scared of Moth. Anyways, moral of the story? Don't fuck with Ouija boards. Damn. I don't worry, I won't. And I'm really sorry that you're friends.

Wow. I know, that's really sad. I hate that, I know. All right, let's take it back into a kind of a silly place, I suppose. Yeah. This one's called, eat!

I've got ghost devils and demons. Oh my always put eat in your subject I love that I'm down to choose it. Hello my lovely Let me start by saying I love the podcast my daughter introduced me to it about a year ago and you two are our travel buddies Even if it's just to the grocery store we have your voices blaring through the speakers Sitting home playing the Sims. Yep. She's got you on. Yes, the Sims. Lobby bow. Long soap in the tub. Soak in the tub.

Guess what, you're there, too. No peeking, OK? Yard. OK. OK. I promise. Thank you. Yardwork crafting.

Whatevs, you're there. Thanks for always being there for us. No problem. No problem. I felt a little tired last week. You know what? Our experiences together have been some of my favorites. So thank you for that.

Yeah, I'm always looking back fondly on this. Yes. I have like four different stories that are spread across my life. And she even, oh, wait, what is that? And she. And she. I was like, she, she was.

And she was. That's been a while, let me tell ya. For the sake of time, of time, yours not mine. I will break these up into separate emails. Now, which should I start with? I'll just go chronologically. Oh, cool. Hold on to your butts, because this is gonna be a long one. Everybody got those cheeks in hand?

Because you two are awesome, and I just assume everyone listens to you, I'm going to ask that you just call me M. I live in a really tiny Kentucky town out in the country and I don't want the title of Crazy Lady. I mean, I've already got a cat and I live alone. So you know, let's not do that to me too. Onward to the butt holding.

I was in second grade when this happened, so that would be what, like, seven or eight years old? The weather was warm, almost the end of the school year, and the days are long. My neighbor and best friends, let's just call him Fred, had been over, and we were out playing whatever we played at the time. Probably dukes of hazard or climbing trees,

matchbox cars, I was such a tomboy, or whatever kids done back in the day before home computers and video games. Told you it's been a while. Even so, I remember this better than I do last week. The sun was going down and it was time to go in for supper in a bath and bed. I love that you say supper. I know, I love that. Now we lived up in a hollow, we lived up in a hollow, pronounced taller. Oh, okay, a holler.

A holler. We lived in a holler. So there are mountains on every side of me, one way in and out, or one way in and one way out. And honestly, the best place a kid could ever grow up. We knew all the neighbors good and bad, but mostly good. The only bad one was this crazy witch lady who sat on the big rock and called her pet snake out. Here, Sadie, Sadie, Sadie.

I aspire to be that woman. And I shoot you, not that snake would come. Hell yeah, it works. She hated us kids. Anyway, I'm getting off topic. So I stood out at the top of the hill, at the curve in my driveway, about a football field from my house, and watched Fred run across the field, pass my mom-all's house, and up the hill to his yard. He turned, waved, and won on towards his house. I turned to go towards my house. I looked down the hill across the one-lane dirt road and into the trees. And what I saw there changed me forever. Now, on towards his house. I turned to go towards my house. I looked down the hill across the one lane

dirt road and into the trees, and what I saw there changed me forever. Now keep in mind it wasn't dark yet. The sun had just set over the mountain, so probably an hour of daylight left. But in the shadows of the trees, it was dark. In those trees, hunkered down low. I saw this set of glowing red eyes. I mean, they glowed red like your brake lights. I practically lived in those woods and knew every part of them. There was nothing that could have accounted for these eyes. So I do what any rational person of 7 or 8 does. I ran, smart.

Yes. I ran as fast as my legs would take, would carry me. I made it across the curve of my driveway and looked back down over the hill at the tree line and out jumps the owner of those eyes. What? Now when I say jumped, I mean jumped. It jumped the entire road and landed halfway up the hill. It did this as casually as bunny hopping along the way. I ran even faster, didn't know at this point, and didn't know I could at this point, and it went into pursuit. I'm halfway home, and in two or three strides, it almost caught up with me. I looked back, and that's when I saw the size of this thing. This was not a dog. This was not a wolf, or a cat,

or a mountain lion, or any other justifiable animal you can think of. This thing not a dog. This was not a wolf or a cat or a mountain lion or any other justifiable animal you can think of. This thing on all fours was as tall as me at the time, and I was not a short kid. I was always the tallest in the class, because I can't remember how tall I was back then. I'm going to estimate based on my grandson's height now. He's eight. So I was at least four feet tall. It had long, thick, flowing, solid black hair. Ooh, maybe he was using panting. They always make those curls look like they have good hair, but panting is not good. Don't use it relevant, you know?

Imagine a new fiddling with really long hair. Hair almost dragging to the ground. Long, pointy ears that stood erect a very long snout in those growing red eyes. Ash, I want to draw this included as a pedafer, but that's not my skill set, so you will just have to use your imagination. That's okay, Emma. That's the no worries. That's all right.

So this thing is casually chasing me, and I'm running for my life. I have no doubt in my mind that if he had wanted me, it would have gotten me. I finally, by the grace of God, got to the door. I grabbed the screen door handle, but couldn't get it open. I think I forgot to hit the little button, open button thingy. So out of sheer fear and an overload of adrenaline, I yanked it so hard. I pulled the latch off, but I got in that door. I slammed the big door shut and ran down the hill.

When I was in the safety of the kitchen, I turned and looked back towards the door, hold onto your butts. It was standing on its hind legs, looking in the window at me. Maybe it wanted to be your friend. The door was like upper half glass and lower half wood. Its mouth was open in what I can only describe as a smile and its eyes had flames in them. What? I heard what sounded like a laugh come out of its huge drooling mouth.

Its teeth were the biggest teeth I had ever seen, even to this day, but it was all very canine looking. It had its front paws up on the window. I ran into the living room and frantically tell my mom. My story didn't seem to face dead. He just flipped the page of the paper and resumed reading as if I wasn't recounting the most horrific tale of my life. Mom being the fabulous mom she is, wanted to calm me down and reassure me, so she walked

with me to the hallway and we look at the door. It was gone by then, but the muddy smudge of a paw print was there. What? I know this is dragging on, but there's more. So my bedroom was on the other side of the house from my parents. I had absolutely no desire to go into that room at night. None at all, but it was a school night, and dad had gotten tired of my protests,

and gave me the look. That's all it took off to bed I went. When I walked in my room, I saw a set of glowing red eyes looking in my window. No, I didn't sleep there that night. I snuck into the living room after they went to bed and slept on the couch. So I go to school at recess, and I'm talking with my friends, and when one of them says,

I know exactly what that was. It was the Mulberry Black thing. He proceeded to tell me some stories of this Mulberry Black thing. Yep, his stories were just as terrifying as mine, but at least they were all adults. When I got home from school, I went outside to see if I could find any prints. Now here's the truly weird part. The part that lets me know it wasn't a dog. I found prints. Imagine a really, really, really big bear with claws as long as your fingers. But instead of a pad between the toes, there's a giant pig hoof.

In perfect step in each print, these prints went from the door all the way around the back of the house to my bedroom window. Oh, my stomach just flipped. To stride and print size were too big for a dog and there was no pigs around here. Since the invention of the internet, I have researched the mulberry black thing. And while I did find a few tales about it, the description of it does not match what I saw that night. I don't know what chased me that evening, and the only conclusion I can come to is a devil or a demon dog. Anyway, that's my story. I have more, so let me know if you want to hear those.

Did I mention I still live in the same place and look at those woods every time I go out? I don't sit outside after dark, and don't go out after dark if it all possible. I make sure there are lights on outside and motion lights and such just to be on the safe side. So you might just be onto something with fresh air as for dead people. Keep it weird, take it away Ash. But not so weird that this happens to you.

Because that's not so weird that you're this dog that uses panting. Wow, M. That is horrifying. That's so scary. Any giant thing that like just rears up on a time legs, I'm not into it. That sounds like the haunting of the bellwitch. It does. Oh, no.

The weird dinosaur. I don't like it. I hate it. I dislike it greatly. Oh, man. Well, is this our last tail? I think this is our last tail. This next one.

Take it away, last tail. Take it away, last tail. Angels on the wall. Ghosts in the shower and demons at the window. Whoa. So let me preface this by saying that I love you both and this is gonna be a long one,

but with quick satisfaction, kind of like a lesbian relationship. Accurate. It's really funny we were just talking about that. We were. So let's begin. It all started when I was around five. I asked my mom what happened when the earth filled up in too many people.

That's such a fine-dural thing to ask. So, honestly, I want to know too. That was the night she explained death to me. So, I'm...Awesome. So, I'm ducked in and ready to catch them zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz two people on my wall. Like those oval old-timey photos, but it was two people, a man with black hair and a woman. I closed my eyes and they were there. I ran into my parents' room and jumped into their water bed and slosh my poor parents away. Fast forward to my new home that I mainly grew up in. My parents had a water bed too.

Then you had a water bed too. That was like the same one. Yeah, you slosh people away. Slosh people away. Remember when your water bed too. That was, I was like the same one. Yeah, you slosh people away. You slosh people away. Remember when your water bed started leaking? Yes. It was the worst. Oh, 90s.

That's funny. That's for my new home that I mainly grew up in. Pretty sure it was a natural doorway because I experienced shit my entire life. Random noises, I zoomed into this too far. Hold on. Shadows and the works. I just got used to it.

So when I moved to Oklahoma as a team, a team as a team, when I moved to Oklahoma as a team, young, dumb, and in love, we lived next to a cemetery. It was already fairly haunted at this point. No, she was already fairly haunted at this point. That's a human. Hold on, it's haunted people. And some dark assass, no-ping mother fucker

was tapping in threes on my window and growling. Oh! Needless to say, I moved back into my mom's house, but not without a guest. Oh. Here comes the ghost in the shower. I would feel someone staring at me while I showered. So one day I got fed up and asked if someone was with me.

Water went hot cold, hot cold. I calmly and very nakedly told him he needed to go. This wasn't a free show. Now to wrap this up, we're gonna end where we begin with the angels. With both my babies, I had a sign of sorts when something big was happening. Trigger warning. My sperm donor was a blazing hot pile of demon shit who abused me. Oh, I'm sorry My son was three and a half months early as a result weighing in at one pound 14.2 ounces when he was born. Wow Lyrix really is a steaming pile of dog shit. Yeah, fuck that. You're a badass. You're a badass Infinite. So is your son, right? The first time I went into labor at 24 weeks. oh my god, that's I can't even imagine. I thought I was following, excuse me, I thought I was following demon turd into the bathroom

because there was a man with black hair that walked into my mom's bathroom. It wasn't my ex. It was the man on the wall. Every time something was about to occur with my pregnancy, I saw him. He was warning me. Full body as human as one could be. Once again, I saw him walk into my mom's bathroom and later that night, my water broke. That gave me chills. That's crazy. Needless to say, I've been haunted my entire life,

but I've luckily gotten rid of all my demons of the past. Good for you. My husband who adopted my kiddos calls me to sage when we hear footsteps upstairs. Oh, I love that. Anywho, that's my long story, feel free to use my name, Megan. Oh my goodness. Megan, I really liked that one.

Because I love the idea of, like, one of my favorite ideas in life is guardian angels. Like, I truly, in my personal opinion, I think we all have them. Yeah, I think that it's nice to think that there's like some spirit on the other side that like just wants to like this one. Like this guy was just like, hey, yeah. I'm gonna head in the bathroom. It's like how mom's about to go down. Yeah, like that's nice.

I love it, because it's a good sense of comfort. It is, and it's just like real nice of them. Yeah, like mom's just nice. You have to do that. Yeah, she always sees like two like birds outside that she says are nanny and pa Oh, yeah, and then the other day in therapy I was talking about nanny and my therapist stopped me and was like as soon as you started talking about your nanny a bird started chirping

I love it. And then as soon as I stopped it stopped to see and nanny and pa are my grandparents So they're my mom's parents. Yeah, just so you know just so you know, let me say nanny people like you talking about a nanny like Oh, yeah, but no, that's just what we called them But yeah, cuz people say that um what is it cardinals are like Someone you'll be back and I that's like that kind of stuff has happened and I don't know if it's that like effect or not That you're just looking for it. So you see them when you want it. I don't know Cardinal I see cardinals like when I need to, I feel like. And I think blue jays are supposed to be special too,

because I've seen blue jays before, like some pretty big things. Look at that. I like birds. I just love birds. I love dinosaurs, really. That's just where I am. I think I changed my mind, actually,

because I don't think I used to like birds. And now I really like birds. Yeah, you're in the dinosaurs, suddenly. birds. Yeah, you're into dinosaurs suddenly. Yeah. Yeah, you're so weak. That's true. They're dinosaurs. I know they did.

They were contaminated from dinosaurs. Olena's daughters right now are fucking obsessed. They watch the show Dino Dana. And Dino Dana's out here teaching everybody more than I ever learned in school. Where is that? She's adorable too. And the whole beginning of the show

is just like all these dinos appearing and then she goes, Dino Dina! And then like, yes, say it, I'm like, hell yeah. Let's get it, Dino Dina. Yeah, Dino Dina. The other day, the girls were watching TV

in the living room in Mianneleina. We're just like shooting the shit in the kitchen. And I was like, I really like that show. She was like, yeah? It's like, yeah, it's pretty awesome. Pretty good, I'm like, look. So if your kids are really into dinosaurs,

they're looking for something, Dino Dane is like the shit. There's also a Dino Dane, I believe. There is, I think it's like her little brother or something like that, but it's cute. And it's very, very educational. And informative. Just letting you know,

they know a lot of shit about dinosaurs now. Look at us delivering not only spooky stories, but parental guidance. You're welcome. And you know what, know a lot of shit about dinosaurs now. Look at us delivering not only spooky stories, but parental guidance. You're welcome. And you know what? While we're on the subject, let me just end this out on this show called Emily's Wonder Lab. It's not getting renewed. I don't think for season two.

And let me tell you on Piss. Netflix. What is up? Emily's Wonder Lab lab is Emily's world. It's amazing. It's the first of all, the whole season one. I know we were totally off topic, but I'm... It's the end. So you already got everything you needed. You don't have to stay.

You don't have to stay. But if you have kids, listen. Because Emily's Wonder Lab, the whole first season, it was her, Emily, who was nine months pregnant at the time, like wildly pregnant. Doing science experiments with kids, and she's brilliant, she's adorable, she's funny. It's fun to watch.

Like makes it easy to understand, and my kids were like enthralled by her. And she does experiments that you can recreate at home, but we did a bunch of them. Exactly, and she's got like a TikTok page to where she does experiments for kids, and I'm literally gonna look up her name right now so that I can tell you her full name because I forgot. I think it's

Calendrelly. Emily Calendrelly. Shout out to you. To follow her. And I'm really pissed because I don't she announced the other day on Twitter that she doesn't think season two will be renewed because they didn't get an Emmy. But is in there a petition? But there's a petition. And if you go to her Twitter page, it's there. I'm just saying, watch Emily's Wonderland for half time. It's one of those shows that you're like, really, that's not gonna get renewed. Like, we're gonna renew all these stupid ass shows.

They don't teach kids anything, but we're not gonna renew this like, really valid and valuable one. That's how I feel about good girls, except for the part where it teaches kids stuff, because you probably shouldn't have your kids watch that. But that's definitely totally different, but I think I've never nude for another season,

and it should have. But Emily only got one season, and I'm here to say that is a travesty. It is a travesty, and Emily is cool. She wanted to go to space and chill. She did, she was ready to go to space. So follow her. So these lists in our tail.

Emily, Callan, Drellie, go check her out. Yeah, these lists in her tails were fun, and that's our friend that we need you to help out, who doesn't know that she in our tails. Emily Callendrale, go check her out. Yeah, these lists in her tails were fun and that's our friend that we need you to help out. She doesn't know that she's our friend. We're friends, Emily. Unless he's sad about good girls, everyone that likes that show. We and Emily have spent a lot of time together

and she doesn't know it. So a lot of time. Me too. But yeah, guys, this is a listener tail. So it's wacky and crazy. And we love you guys. We love you guys and keep sending them in because hot damn, they get better every single time

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